Split Tail Trainers, The Taste of Beaver - Sex Stories

Split Tail Trainers, The Taste of Beaver

We have enjoyed showing horses for most of our lives. Our Appaloosas have won consistently at the National and World Shows. My wife is an expert rider and we have been blessed with some elite horses. Our trainers have also been a tremendous help. Our final set of trainers were both women who were well-liked and very outgoing. We were not prepared for their unique lifestyle and the horse shows got a lot more exciting.

We are not the typical senior citizens. We are in our seventies, but no one believes we are that old. We have stayed in shape and continue to have an active, diverse sex life.

Most of the horse shows are in Texas or Oklahoma, and Sue usually takes all her gear in her Chevy Diesel crew cab with a topper. You would be amazed at all the stuff she takes to the horse shows. I usually stay at home, taking care of the farm. This time, I got lucky, and everything was in order at home. I decided to surprise her and headed to Oklahoma City to watch her show her horses for the first time all year.

The usual setup at the big shows is a tack stall, an adjacent dressing stall, and a third stall dedicated to kitchen and storage use, with all the horses stalled down the same alleyway.

It is quite hectic and crowded with all three ladies in the same dressing room stall trying to get changed and get ready for their next class. I had only been to a couple of shows with the new lady trainers and it was even a more challenging environment. It was not a place for modesty ...

... and in the past, my voyeurism desires urged me to “inadvertently” walk in on clients at various stages of being undressed under the guise of looking for my wife. Now it was triple the chance of such visual delights occurring. Fortunately, nobody ever made a big deal about being seen partially naked. Most of the old cowgirls were flattered that someone would be interested in their assets. Usually, the ladies never even flinched and continued disrobing with a smile on their faces. I think it was something that appealed to them!

I arrived at the arena during a show break when the practice area was closed. I wandered around and found some friends that directed me to the girl's stalls. As I entered their decorated stall front, I heard the girls talking in the dressing area.

Ann and Jane, the trainers, were quite different in age and body style. Ann was in her twenties, tall and thin with a light complexion, jet black hair, and lightly endowed. Despite her beauty, she was quite shy and reserved. Jane was in her late fifties, with a tight, full figure, dark complexion, wavy brown hair, and large breasts. A happy gregarious soul who was quite forward.

I had just learned of Ann’s past, which explained her demeanor. She had been an assistant trainer back in Oregon. When she was just barely legal, the head trainer had seduced her, promising to leave his wife. He was a complete jerk. He took her virginity, fucked her blind, and brainwashed her to perform explicit nude acts for ...