In a vast countryside estate, Lady Margaret, a wealthy widow in her late thirties, had recently moved in. She stood tall with a slender figure, fair skin, and piercing blue eyes. Her most striking feature, however, was her long, golden ponytail that cascaded down her back.
Gregory, the young and muscular stablehand, couldn’t help but notice the captivating woman that had come to reside in the manor. He longed to run his fingers through her hair, and the thought of her ponytail wrapped around his fist while they made love was never far from his mind.
One sunny afternoon, while Lady Margaret was visiting the stables, Gregory seized the opportunity to make his move. He approached her with a soft smile, his eyes focused on the golden locks that fell over her shoulders.
“M’lady, may I offer you a tour of the stables?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Lady Margaret returned his smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I’d like that very much, Gregory.”
As they walked through the stables, Gregory pointed out the horses, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to run his hands through Lady Margaret’s hair, to feel the soft strands against his skin.
Finally, he couldn’t resist the urge any longer. He reached out, gently brushing her ponytail back over her shoulder. Lady Margaret gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, but she didn’t pull away.
“You have such beautiful hair, m’lady,” Gregory whispered, his fingers tracing the length of her ponytail.
Lady Margaret smiled, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I’ve always loved my ponytail, but no one has ever touched it quite like that.”
Without another word, Gregory leaned in, capturing Lady Margaret’s lips with his own. They kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Lady Margaret’s ponytail fell loose, and Gregory wrapped it around his fist, pulling her closer.
They stumbled towards a nearby haystack, their clothes falling to the ground as they kissed. Gregory kissed and nibbled at Lady Margaret’s neck, her earlobes, and her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, her hands running through Gregory’s hair, pulling him closer.
Gregory spread Lady Margaret’s legs, his fingers exploring her wet, warm pussy. She moaned with pleasure as he stroked her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Please, Gregory,” she begged, her voice husky with desire. “I need you inside me.”
Gregory positioned himself between Lady Margaret’s legs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, before plunging deep inside her.
They moved together in a passionate rhythm, their moans and sighs echoing through the stables. Lady Margaret wrapped her legs around Gregory’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
“Yes, Gregory, harder,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back.
Gregory obeyed, thrusting harder and deeper. Lady Margaret’s ponytail was now wrapped around his fist, pulling her head back as he fucked her.
“Oh, Gregory, I’m going to cum,” she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
Gregory felt her pussy clench around his cock as she came, her orgasm triggering his own. He groaned with pleasure, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the haystack, their bodies spent. Gregory wrapped his arms around Lady Margaret, her ponytail falling over his shoulder.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Lady Margaret whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
Gregory smiled, his heart full of love and desire. “Neither have I, m’lady. Neither have I.”
From that day forward, Lady Margaret and Gregory were inseparable. They spent their days exploring the countryside and their nights exploring each other’s bodies. And every time they made love, Gregory couldn’t help but be reminded of the ponytail that had brought them together.
