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A Monumental Affair

... She placed her left foot in the stirrup and then reached her right hand over to the back of the saddle. One small spring from her right foot followed by a deft swing of her leg over the back of the horse and Ajei slid perfectly into the saddle. It all looked so easy! Ajei looked at me and smiled. "Think you can do that?" she asked. "I watched you very very closely," I said, nodding my head and winking at her again. "I'll give it a go." I tried to copy Ajei's movements but failed miserably in my first three attempts to mount the horse. "Here, I'll help. Do you mind if I hold you while you get on?" Ajei asked. "Be my guest. I think I need all the help I can get. And please, hold me all you like," I replied, giving Ajei another subtle smile. Ajei put her hands on my hips. Even the merest touch of her hands on my body brought goose bumps to my arms. She smiled back at me as she saw the involuntary reaction I'd given to her touch. "We'll go on three," she said. "One...two...three." On three, I pushed myself up and pulled at the saddle as hard as I could. I could feel Ajei's hands slide over my hips, briefly cup the cheeks of my bum, before sliding down my thighs as she gave me the extra shove I needed to finally clamber over the horse and steady myself in the saddle. "Phew. Thanks," I said. "Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," Ajei replied, winking again at me. As we moved off down the track into the Valley I couldn't help but gaze at Ajei. The sway of her breasts beneath her ...

... shawl and the bounce of her firm but shapely thighs as her body moved in perfect rhythm to the gentle trots of the horse was utterly mesmerising. I'm sure my own body wasn't quite as graceful, but I was flattered to see Ajei's gaze often drawn to me as my horse trotted along beside hers. I'd only known her an hour or so, yet in that short time we'd shared some very innocent but perhaps meaningful flirts. We'd also smiled and winked at each other several times. Was this building to something far more special than winks and flirts? I certainly hoped so. Ajei and I spent a lazy afternoon riding round the Valley. The scenery was truly magnificent. Everywhere I looked, miles and miles of orange and red hued sandstone masterpieces towered into the sky. Dotted amongst them, fragile pinnacles of rock seemed to defy gravity as they also clawed their way upwards. The mesmerising autumnal colours of the Valley were broken up by a plethora of trees and shrubs, comprising every shade of green I had ever seen. Windblown sand covered all the trails, forming pretty patterned mini dunes wherever the accumulations were deep enough. The entire Valley was framed by scenic clouds that had bubbled up during the day as the previous night's rain had eventually evaporated away and the clouds cast beautiful shadows that graciously roamed across the desert floor. As the afternoon wore on and dusk approached, the angle of the setting sun increasingly accentuated these graceful formations. All day I had ...