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I hadn't seen Marina for two days since I first met her at the ruined wooden bridge. And immersed in his daily worries, he honestly didn't think about her. Except that before going to bed, I had a fleeting thought that it would be nice to meet and chat, otherwise I could howl like a wolf out of boredom. From idleness, I spent every morning tinkering in my grandmother's garden, weeding the beds and destroying the ubiquitous Colorado potato beetles. On this day, everything went according to the routine already established: light exercise, breakfast with a hoe in the garden. After lunch, I planned to go to the forest or go fishing. As I was weeding the potato patch, I heard the gate rattle behind me. Turning around, I saw Marina enter our yard. She was wearing a short cotton dressing gown, old flip-flops on her feet, and a fluffy terry towel in bright colors slung over her shoulder. She came closer, said hello, and said, " I'm sorry.
"Get the other hoe, or you'll be poking around here all night." And there will be no time to go to the river.
I trotted back to the shed and fetched a second hoe. We quickly finished weeding the potatoes, threw the hoes back into the barn, and on the way to the river, I managed to pick a couple of dozen bright orange large apricots and a couple of still hard, but already filled with sweet juice pears.
Reaching the sandy beach on the gentle bank of the river, Marina quickly threw off her robe and flip-flops and ran to the water. Under the robe, she was wearing a very bold bright red bikini, so bold that I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise because it seemed to me that she was wearing nothing. Only the lower abdomen and high chest covered the parts of a very expensive imported swimsuit. I looked around and saw only a few pre-school-age boys playing with a wooden model of a
sailboat on the edge of the beach. They paid no attention to us, completely absorbed in what they were doing. There was no one else on the beach...
"What are you doing?" Marina called, standing knee-deep in the water and turning to face me.
- The water is warm and clean. It was the kind of water you could only dream of in a stinking, hot city. she added, splashing water on me.
Without waiting for me, she moved away from the shore and flashed her tight buttocks and tanned calves, threw herself into the water and swam a technical crawl to the opposite shore. I was also a good swimmer and decided to keep up with her, so I flew into the water at full speed, working my legs and arms with all my strength, and swam after the girl. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't catch up with her and she was already swimming to the opposite bank, which was thickly overgrown with reeds and sedge. In order to get out on the opposite bank, it was necessary to take 100 meters to the left, where there was a small sandy beach. Marina waited until I swam up to her, then suggested:
- And let's race? Who can swim faster to the other side?
"Come on," I said.
Whoever comes last fulfills the winner's wish! Marina added with a sly smile.
I was confident in my abilities and immediately agreed to her terms.
We rested for a moment, each of us holding on to a broken branch of an old willow tree that leaned over the water with one hand.
"Ready?" - the girl asked?
"One-two-three, then. Let's go!!! and taking a deep breath, she made the first hard stroke, immediately pulling herself half a length ahead. I kept up with her, working with my hands and feet as I was taught once in the pool, where I went to swim. But the girl was stronger and tougher than I was, and I was almost a hull behind on our shore. There was nothing else to do but admit defeat in annoyance.
"Oh, my God! Marina teased me, laughing and spitting water into her mouth. Who ever boasted that they could swim fast?" Now you'll have to do what I want you to do.
"Well, I'll do it, if we agree," I said dejectedly, completely upset by the disgraceful loss to a visiting city girl. She may be 5-6 years older than me, bigger and a little taller, but I'm still a man. At least none of the village boys saw my shame. Puffing and puffing, we got out of the water and lay down on the warm, sun-warmed white river sand of the beach. After lying around, we ate the fruit we had brought with us with an appetite and decided to sunbathe a little more. Marina unzipped the back of her bathing suit and lay down on her stomach, exposing her back to the summer sun. I followed her example and watched her out of the corner of my eye, sneaking glances at her strong tanned legs, glancing further at her firm thighs and round buttocks, which were practically not covered by a very conventional swimsuit. I liked her more and more. I had a growing desire to fulfill her every whim.
After half an hour of sunbathing, we decided to take another swim and entered the river, slowly swam side by side in a measured calm breaststroke. Having swum to the opposite bank there and just as slowly returning back, we approached our shore and, feeling the bottom with our foot, standing up to our chests in water, Marina stopped and looked at me expectantly. She was looking at me appraisingly, and I was even embarrassed by her gaze.
She came close to me, so close that her breasts were touching me, and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Shall we go home?"
"What do you mean, let's go?" Smiling foolishly, I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. What should we take?"
-Not on what, but on whom! Marina said enigmatically, still looking at me intently.
"You lost the race, and you must grant me every wish." So I want you to carry me home.
I couldn't believe my ears and just blinked my eyes, trying to figure out what was required of me. Before I could collect my thoughts, Marina turned me around to face the opposite bank and walked behind me, standing a little higher than me on the gently sloping bottom of the river. Pushing me forward a little, so that the water almost reached my chin, she put her hands on my shoulders and, pushing off from the bottom with her feet, in one fell swoop, in a fan of spray, sat on my shoulders. I suddenly buckled under her weight, took a sip of the river water, and it took a lot of strength not to fall under such a load. But Marina didn't seem to care at all. She settled herself more comfortably on my bony, still boyish shoulders, put her legs behind my back, and commanded:
"I went to the beach.
I slowly turned around and, trying to keep my feet steady and steady, started walking towards the shore. Walking on the river sand was quite difficult, my feet were stuck in the sand up to my ankles. Marina sat on me quite confidently, pressing her lower belly hard on my neck and squeezing my neck with strong hips.
"Hold my knees." I heard the rider's voice from above. "It'll make it easier for you to keep your balance."
Holding her hips above her knees, I climbed out onto the bank and hesitated. It was 100 meters to the extreme houses of the village and I was clearly not able to carry such a large girl, who weighed at least 63-65 kg.
"All right. Marina said, as if reading my mind. "You're going to drive me half the way, and I don't need you to run my only horse." Now put me down."
I knelt down, and my mistress got off me, pushing my head out from under her magnificent ass. Smiling and glancing at me, she gathered up a towel, robe, and flip-flops and pulled me by the hand toward the village.
"Come on." What are you worth...
We walked along a narrow, winding path that was overgrown with tall, sprawling rosehip and hawthorn bushes for about 50 meters, and halfway there Marina stopped and looked at me expectantly.
"Stand in front of me," she said, pointing a manicured fingernail at the spot in front of her.
"Now lean forward and put your hands on your knees, which are half-bent at the knees.
After taking a few steps back from me, she easily ran away and jumped on my back. I just managed to catch her by the legs and miraculously resisted such a strong push. She was sitting on my back, and holding her in this position was not very difficult, but rather uncomfortable. My back began to ache from the strain after a second, but my amazon didn't bother to get off me. Instead, she tapped the top of my head and said, " Get out of here."
- Go ahead. Step by step.
I carried it for a dozen meters and more or less adapted to this position, at the same time remembering that this is called "riding on backs" and that we practiced something similar with boys of the same age at school. But this time it wasn't a small boy sitting on my back, but a tall, half-naked girl. Marina stopped me and, leaning her hands on my shoulders, moved higher, finding herself on my shoulder blades. A few more moves and she straddled me, shifting to my shoulders. I was finally able to straighten up and walk normally. Although it was difficult to carry her, it was still more comfortable than in the squat position. The girl shifted a little on my shoulders, pressing her lower belly on the back of my head and choosing a comfortable position, lightly kicked me in the side.
- Let's go slowly.
I walked down the path, holding the rider's hips. I really liked to keep my hands on her thighs and I ran them up and down a couple of times.
"Well, well!!! No liberties, " Marina said. There was no hard edge to her voice. She probably enjoyed it herself, but she didn't show it.
"Do you know why I chose you? Marina suddenly asked.
"No," I croaked, trying to keep my pace steady and not lose my breath.
"It's very simple," the girl explained, swaying gently on my shoulders to the rhythm of my steps,"I just always wanted to learn to ride. But in the city, you know, there are no horses, and it is too expensive to pay a lot of money and go 150 km to the neighboring region to a horse breeding farm. And that's when I came up with the idea of riding guys. I thought you had some young men or strong boys in your village, but it turned out that you were the only one who could be a horse. The idea of riding you came to me two days ago, when you carried me across the river.
"Have you ever tried riding guys in the city?" I asked, walking steadily and getting a little used to the girl's weight.
"There wasn't anyone else. I thought I'd try it here in the village for the first time. Out of sight, "the rider explained to me," I was hoping that I might be able to ride one of the village's young heavy trucks. And here in the village there are only old men and old women. Well, judge for yourself I can't ride Petrovich.
Petrovich was a local farmer, a short burly man of about 48-50 years old, incredibly broad-shouldered, with a weathered face and always in a hurry somewhere. Thanks to him, there was still some life in the village.
-I had a girlfriend in the city who didn't mind me riding her, but now she's gone to live with her parents abroad. But we didn't get any further than talking about this topic and watching video clips from the Internet, " she added after a minute's silence.
Meanwhile, I still drove her to the extreme houses of the village and stopped, thinking that she would get off me and throw on a robe and then we would go like ordinary people. But Marina laughed and said:
"Uh, no. Take me home.
I didn't expect such a turnaround. It's one thing to carry a city beauty on a deserted path or roll her in the water next to an empty beach, but another thing is to walk along a village street. After all, this is a village and the mores are strict, there are no city liberties, and here is an almost naked girl riding on a boy...
As luck would have it, our neighbor came out of the last house and, seeing us standing on the edge of the path in all its glory, threw up her hands:
"But what is it?" Has anything happened to you, Marinochka?"
"No, Aunt Marusya," the horsewoman replied, laughing.
- Well, watch and play carefully. And you would have covered up your shame, wench " the older woman added sternly.
"Give me my robe " the rider ordered, and throwing it on herself, she spurred me on again with her bare heels.
I had to walk to her house for another 30 meters, which I overcame with great difficulty, at the end of the distance I was staggering and driving in all directions, like a drunk and Marina had to keep her balance on my shoulders, balancing with her hands. Fortunately for me, the village street was deserted except for a couple of goats tied up by the fences, and no one saw us.
Finally, we arrived at her house, or rather, she drove up, and I barely made it to the safety fence and she jumped off me to the ground, easily pushing off from her
shoulders. She kissed me good-bye on the lips, ran her hand over my shoulders, chest, and stomach, and held her hand in the pit of my stomach, where something had been stirring for a long time, ready to straighten up and break free. I felt the tension in my lower abdomen even when Marina sat on top of me in the river, fidgeting on my neck with her lower abdomen and pressing it with her hips, but then I didn't realize what was happening to me. I've never been so close to a girl before.
-You need to do physical education, - the girl said goodbye. You're almost a man now, and get used to having women around your neck in the future.
"And maybe even more than one," she added slyly, once more casually touching my erect manhood.
- Tomorrow rest, and the day after tomorrow let's go to the forest - suggested Marina. And without waiting for an answer, she walked up the driveway toward her house, her hips flexing, knowing I was staring at her.
Marina and I were never going to take a walk in the woods, not the next day, not the next day, not even two days later. She was always preoccupied, preoccupied, and once she even went to the city for something and brought back a bulky bag of some things. I would go into her aunt's yard and ask her to go to the river or just go for a walk, but she always refused, referring to some difficult and very urgent work, the meaning of which she was in no hurry to tell me. Only once did I ask if I knew how to handle a professional digital camera and if I would be free in a couple of days somewhere after 17-18 o'clock in the evening. To this I replied that I could handle the camera, and I didn't have any special plans for the evening.
"Well, that's fine," Marina said. I'll drop by and let you know when and where you need to go."
The next few days flowed according to the already established routine exercise, a hearty breakfast, before lunch working in the garden or in the yard, and after lunch I was left to myself: reading, sunbathing on the beach, swimming or sitting with a fishing rod on the shore. Remembering Marina's words, he began to do strength exercises 2-3 times a day, for which he dragged a hefty piece of iron that had once belonged to a bulldozer or crawler tractor abandoned on the outskirts of the village and made a kind of barbell out of it. I carried this barbell with perseverance and enthusiasm, feeling the muscles of my arms, chest, back and abdominal press grow stronger literally before my eyes.
A couple of days after the events described, Marina came into our yard and, calling me, with the air of a conspirator, said:
"Come to the abandoned farm tomorrow. Do you know where it is? And after I nodded my head in the affirmative, she continued. You don't have to take anything with you. I'll need your help shooting a series of short music videos.
"What's going to happen?" And why go so far? I tried to get some information out of Marina. But she only laughed it off and, after giving me a quick peck on the cheek and pleading her busy schedule, ran off to her yard.
"Don't be late and don't tell anyone," Marina warned me as she closed the gate from the street.
On the chosen day, an hour before the meeting with Marina, I pulled out my old bicycle, which had been gathering dust there since last summer, wiped it, oiled it, and changed into a new T-shirt and shorts, jumped on the bike's saddle, which creaked plaintively, and sprayed towards the abandoned cowshed, which was reached by the dirt road that had already begun to grow overgrown with grass it was about two kilometers away.
The cowshed was a large, once-whitewashed building of reinforced concrete columns, trusses, and wall panels that had once housed a collective farm herd. But over the past 20 years since the collapse of the collective farm, the building has fallen into complete disrepair and local residents have taken it literally to pieces. Only the walls and roof were left, and there were no windows, doors, or interior fillings. Swifts and swallows flew in through the gaps in the walls, where windows and huge gates should have been, and a light summer breeze blew in. To my surprise, the long-abandoned room was quite clean, with long-rotted straw lying on the concrete floor, and here and there, under the wall, wooden blocks, already blackened by time, stood and lay in disarray.
When I entered the cowshed, I saw no one and thought I had arrived too early. But a second later I heard the sound of approaching footsteps and Marina came out of the former room behind the farm and headed in my direction. She was dressed in a strange way that immediately caught my eye she was wearing a short dressing gown and black knee-high boots with high heels. Her dark brown hair was loose and neatly coiffed. My friend's appearance was completed with a full
evening makeup look. She was extremely attractive, despite her shabby dressing gown and the bleak surroundings of the long-abandoned building.
After saying hello, Marina handed me an expensive professional camera, showing me how to use it when shooting video clips and photos. It turned out to be quite simple and didn't present any problems.
"And now I want to ask you something," Marina continued. You'll sit here under the wall, make yourself comfortable, " and she pointed to the old logs under the wall.
-To avoid holding the camera up, you can pick up one of the logs and build yourself a kind of stand and rest your elbows on it.
"And most importantly what you see must remain our secret. Nothing supernatural is going to happen, but I'm still asking you to keep quiet.
Somewhat taken aback by this introduction, I finally overcame my indecision and excitement and agreed to do whatever the girl asked me to do.
-You will shoot short clips of 5-7 minutes duration. There is a timer at the bottom of the display that counts down the shooting time. In between clips, you will take photos. Try to hold the camera so that everything that happens is in the center of the frame. Here there is a zoom, you can zoom in or slightly remove the object you are shooting from yourself. In short, I'm relying on you as the operator. If you have any problems don't hesitate to ask.
After listening to all this, I nodded my head in agreement and began to ask Marina what I was going to shoot. She hesitated a little, but answered me anyway.
-You will shoot a few clips on the theme of dominance. Such an opportunity to shoot such clips may never come again, and so I took the risk to organize this shooting. You're the only friend I have in the village. Besides, I can see you're a reliable guy.
I knew what dominance was because I had come across sites with similar content on the Internet more than once. I looked with interest at photos and videos from these sites, but in itself, all this did not attract me at all.
While I was thinking about all this, sitting down on a log placed on my butt and adjusting the camera, Marina returned behind the partition and was gone for quite a long time. There was a scuffle behind the wall, the rustle of clothing, the sound of zippers being fastened and buckles snapping.
But what I saw a minute later gave me a real shock and exceeded all my expectations. Marina came out from behind the partition, or rather I realized that it was Marina, but she had changed so much thanks to her outfit that she was almost unrecognizable. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a small pleat with inserts of some black fabric that accentuated the line of her hips, a black leather corset with rhinestones and embroidery that supported her high breasts. He was still wearing the same high boots. So that was what she was wearing under her simple rustic dressing gown!!! Ah yes Marina!!!
Behind Marina, two steps behind, was a short, stocky man dressed in short leather shorts that hugged his strong thighs and buttocks tightly and black sneakers on bare feet. His powerful torso and broad shoulders were bound by wide leather belts with large buckles that glittered in the light.
The man was almost a head shorter than the tall Marina, but incredibly broad in the shoulders, which made his figure almost square. His biceps were well-muscled and rolled under his tanned skin, and the wide straps accentuated the man's powerful musculature even more. I couldn't see his face or tell his age because he was wearing a black leather helmet with slits for his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
His approximate age was difficult to determine, and the man looked to be between 30 and 40 years old. But what struck me most about the man was two things: he had a real horse's bridle on top of his helmet, and in his mouth he rolled the bit holder with his tongue. Marina led him with the help of long reins attached to the bridle on the man's head. There was something vaguely familiar about the stranger's strange appearance, but I didn't have time to think it through as Marina stopped in front of me and said:
"You'll be filming everything we're going to do right now. I'll tell you what to do and how to shoot and what to shoot.
"How do you like my job?" "What is it?" she asked contentedly, pointing to the bridle with a black patent-leather glove. - Two days I made it myself!!!
Startled by what I saw, I just nodded my head in silence, starting to vaguely guess what was going to happen now and what I was going to shoot on camera.
Meanwhile, Marina approached the man and pulled him down by the rein. He obediently knelt down and then got down on all fours. Marina slowly walked around him, giving him the opportunity to film everything that was happening in great detail. The girl then walked up to the man from behind and stood over him, placing her legs on either side of his body. Slowly, with a little play of her beautiful hips, she lowered herself exactly in the middle of her back.
The weight of the rider on top of him made the man bend a little, but he didn't move. Marina tucked her legs a little so that they didn't touch the floor, took the
reins apart, pulled them on, and the man obediently crawled forward. He obeyed the slightest movement of the reins and, under the guidance of his rider, made a full circle on the floor.
From time to time, the rider slapped him on the back and on the tight ass of his shorts, which had come out of nowhere with a whip. I continued to shoot, standing up from the log and occasionally approaching them, then taking a few steps back. Marina stopped her horse right in front of me and sat on its back, moving forward and placing her feet on its shoulders on either side of its head. The man was holding his rider confidently, and it seemed that he almost did not feel her weight. After posing on the horse's back for a while, Marina easily got to her feet and said:
- One episode was removed. Now we'll take a little break and continue shooting.
With that, she pulled the reins up, forcing the man to his feet. Then, letting go of the reins, she said:
The man, meekly obeying the commands of the hostess, went around in a circle, raising his legs high at the knees.
"Good! Bravo! Marina encouraged him.
Then, she took out an apple and a small folding knife from a small purse on her belt and carefully cut the apple into 4 slices.
She brought one piece to the man's mouth, after removing the mouthpiece from his mouth. He crunched a delicious apple, whinnied merrily, and shook his head.
- Well, definitely a horse-a crazy thought flashed through my head.
After feeding her horse, Marina put the mouthpiece back in its mouth, tightened the bridle straps, checked the straps on its chest and shoulders, and turned to me.
-Now there will be another episode. You shoot everything from the very beginning, in all the details, and try not to miss anything.
But I already tried my best, and while she was feeding the horse an apple, I managed to take a dozen photos from different angles.
Marina approached the man and said something to him in a low voice. He silently nodded his head, walked around Marina from behind, slightly bent his knees and put his arm around her mid-thighs, put his shoulder under her gorgeous ass and easily, as if playfully, sat her down on his right shoulder. Stepping carefully through the rotting straw, he made a circle with the girl sitting on his shoulder. She sat comfortably on the man's broad shoulder and put her hands on her hips, taking a picture pose, showing off all the charms of the figure.
The man stopped in the middle of the room right in front of my lens, waiting for further commands from the rider. But all she did was cross her legs and order him to slowly turn around, giving me a chance to take in all the glory from all sides. The sight was really beautiful and very erotic: what could be more beautiful than a beautiful girl sitting proudly on the shoulder of a muscular, broad-shouldered man!!!
Obeying a subtle sign from the rider, the man crouched down and gently lowered her to the floor. The man's strapped chest glistened wetly with sweat, apparently holding a large girl on one shoulder for so long was hard even for him.
Marina patted him on the chest, ran her hand over his shoulder and said to me:
Need a break. My horse's getting a little tired." You see how strong he is-he rode me for 15 minutes and almost didn't get tired. Look at your shoulders, " and she ran her hand admiringly over the man's shoulders.
"He can put a girl like me on each shoulder and carry us a couple hundred meters." I'll have to try it sometime.
"Are you going to ride two riders at once?""What is it?" she asked him.
In response to this, the man nodded his head in agreement, the locks and chains on his body jingling merrily as he did so.
Well, let's take a little more pictures, otherwise the sun will set already and there will not be very good lighting-said Marina.
I turned on the camera again and watched with all my eyes. Marina touched the man's shoulder and signaled him to squat down. He got down on one knee and bent his bull neck, allowing the girl to sit on his shoulders. Marina settled herself comfortably on the man's shoulders, shifted back and forth, and took the reins apart, whipping him with the whip. The man got up easily and holding the rider's legs below the knees made one circle with her, then a second, then turned around and slowly went around in a circle in the opposite direction. That was exactly what I needed I shot everything on camera and tried not to miss anything that was happening.
Marina sat loosely on the man's shoulders, occasionally moving closer to the neck of her horse, then slightly moving back and shifting her weight to the right shoulder, then to the left. She then put her legs behind the lower one's back, then on the contrary straightened them, sitting literally on the man's neck. He endured all this without the slightest strain and, apparently, he liked it very much himself. After riding her horse for 10-15 minutes in the cowshed at a walk, she gave him shankels, and the man started to trot to the gate. When he reached the gate, he turned and trotted off to the opposite end of the barn. The rider was flushed from the ride, laughing merrily as she tugged at the reins and spurred her horse forward.
When she had finished riding, Marina stopped her horse and, after a moment's thought, began to fumble with the zipper of her skirt. A moment later, she threw it off, leaving her in a tight leather thong and corset. She didn't think to get off her ponyboy, who was panting after such a run. After giving him a few minutes to catch his breath, Marina let him walk towards the gate and shouted to me:
"We'll take the road, because it's getting a little dark and stuffy." Go to the side of us, go forward, or stand back a little to take pictures of us from all sides and angles.
I did just that, taking pictures of Marina on horseback, sometimes getting close up to shoot close-ups. I especially liked to shoot this pair from behind, I liked to watch Marina sitting a little relaxed on the shoulders of her horse, and just enjoying this trip. She swayed to the rhythm of the pony's steady stride and looked around, humming and swinging her whip. From time to time, she would show me which side to approach from, so that the angle would be better. A couple of times she stopped her horse, giving me a chance to walk around them and take good photos.
After riding for a couple of hundred meters, Marina turned her horse around and headed it towards the cowshed. The horse under her was already very tired, because she had not dismounted from his shoulders for at least half an hour, and was breathing heavily. But Marina ignored him and spurred him on, forcing him to take a quick step, almost a trot. He broke into a trot, but after a dozen meters he was walking again. This angered Marina, and she hit him a couple of times quite noticeably on the back with a whip, leaving a red mark on his skin. Gathering his strength, the man walked the rest of the way at a brisk pace, but this did not satisfy Marina. As she rode him into the cowshed, she reined him in sharply, yanking on the bridle so hard that he gasped.
"Put me down."
The horse dropped to one knee and carefully held its rider, helping her off. Marina pulled hard on the reins, forcing him to crawl across the floor on all fours after her. Then she went over to him and pressed the sole of her boot hard on his back, forcing him to lie down on the floor. She didn't remove her foot from his back, but instead stepped on him with her other foot. After standing on the horse's back for a few seconds, she turned to me and said:
- Shoot this episode as well. If you think he's hurting, he's not. He even likes it.
To prove her point, she ran her hands down the man's back, leaving red heel marks on his skin. He didn't even make a sound, but only grunted contentedly when she put one foot on his head and pressed the other between his shoulder blades, putting her weight on it.
Marina announced with a mock bow and carefully shifted her weight onto the man's head, standing on it with both feet. She stood there for about a second, but it was long enough to capture the risky stunt on video. I tried to understand from the man's reaction how he had endured such torture, but he was lying under Marina, who was standing on top of him, as if nothing had happened. After walking through it again, she jumped down and announced in a satisfied voice.
"Well, that's enough for today.
Coming up to me, she skimmed through the footage, admired a few photos, and said with satisfaction:
"Wow! Almost 8 hectares turned out. Even if you compress the video and edit it a little you still get long clips. This one here, with a ride on horseback for half an hour, is worth it! The fans will go crazy with this.
She took the camera from me, gave me a peck on one cheek and then the other, and told me to get out of the barn and not tell anyone.
"Now I owe you one," Marina added, laughing.
With that, we said our goodbyes, and I jumped on my bike and sped off in the direction of the village. All the way home, I tried to determine who was the submissive horse under the Marina and endured such torment, and even enjoyed it. I couldn't figure out who the stranger was, so I assumed it was one of Marina's city acquaintances.
A couple of days after the events described, our Petrovich caught my eye on the beach. When he undressed and waded into the water, I noticed the clear marks on his muscular back and the bruises and chafed skin on his shoulders, as if he had been carrying heavy bags for a long time. I wondered if it had been him in the cowshed a couple of days ago. But, of course, I didn't ask him about anything like that, remembering the agreement with Marina.
fantastic - many many thanks!!!
Thank you very much.
I enjoy your story about the young rider riding the younger horse and the old horse
What I particularly like are the many small details completely separate from the actual riding scenes. This is what makes the story so lively and naturalistic. again: bravo, Ponyslave79!
and I'm very curious about a sequel :-)