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Mounted
Date: 6/28/2024, Categories: Lesbian Author: SandG_Play, Source: LushStories
1: On Court: Stefan’s Story = A couple of weeks after I had that incredible session with Kirsten, the teenage slut, I was at the local tennis courts, playing men's doubles with a group of friends. During one of the games, I saw her arrive with the same girlfriend she had been with when she approached me and Stan to play mixed doubles. I was standing out to let one of my mates play, watching both games, when Kirsten and her friend came off the court for a break. She trotted across towards me, then planted a very wet kiss on my cheek. “Hi, auld yin.” “Hello Kirsten, lovely to meet you again.” “I hoped you would be here. My parents are away on holiday, so I thought you might like them.” She handed me a small envelope. I peered inside and took out two tickets for the New Forest Show. “That’s really kind of you; thanks so much. Angelica will love this, but I’m not sure how I will explain your generosity.” “Och, that’s eith. You helped me when I fell; one good turn deserves another. You must be in your seats by the ring at two o'clock; that’s when I will be jumping.” She kissed my cheek again, then sashayed back to her friend. I watched her delicious cheeks bouncing under her short skirt, which took my mind back to the time I spent in her bedroom, and inside my shorts, my cock grew just a bit. = Later on, in the kitchen at home, I showed them to Angie with the explanation I had practised driving back. She did not demur at all; in fact, her ...
... eyes lit up in anticipation. “Oh, wow! Stefan, what a treat! The members’ enclosure, sponsor’s tent, and ringside seats for us. All of my friends will be very, very jealous.” = 2: The New Forest Show: Stefan’s Story = The big day arrived: priority parking, a special entrance, and then we waltzed into the members’ enclosure. Angelica was rapturous as we paraded around, checking out the facilities, and for a while we sat on a chair next to the show ring, watching a parade of shire horses decked out in shiny leather and brass tack, pulling old waggons and carts. Old maybe, but painted and varnished to such an extent that they reflected light like a mirror. We had a couple of hours to kill before the show jumping started, so we walked out into the showground and wandered along the avenues between the hundreds of tents and shacks, where you could buy almost anything like designer clothes, spa baths, luxury cars, or even a combine harvester. A huge marquee with champion fruits and vegetables and several more showing every kind of farm animal known to mankind. There were dozens of fast food outlets, but we passed them by, smug in the knowledge we had a free sit-down lunch in a sponsor’s tent. = Later, sitting replete with free wine on our table, I looked across at Angelica, her face a vision of happiness. “The jumping starts in ten minutes; we better go and take our seats.” She stood up, perhaps a little shakily. I picked up the wine, and then we went ...