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She stepped quietly into the stable, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She led her horse in and closed the gate behind it, walking towards the feed room to collect its evening portion. He was in here somewhere, the stable hand, she could feel it. She blushed at the thought. He was so delicious, arms were solid and those eyes, she could stare at them for the rest of her life. But it was something else; there was just something about him, something that turned her on so much that he consumed her thoughts while she masturbated each night. She walked past the tack room and stopped as his familiar scent filled her nostrils. She flattened herself against the doorframe and peeked in. He was rubbing down one of the leather saddles, firm and direct movements. Each one flexing his arms through his t-shirt, a small bead of sweat dropping from his brow. She shuddered and her pussy responded involuntarily, moistening as she had conditioned it to the sight of him. Her breathing increased as she watched him rub the saddle down, eventually he turned and placed it in the cupboard, closing it behind him. She groaned at the sight of his ass in his jeans and the noise alerted him to her presence. “Heyyyy Darlin, grabbing an evening feed?” Her hands were shaking and her voice wasn’t working. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked as he approached “What’s wrong sweetie? Cat got your tongue?” She downcast her eyes as he punched her playfully in the arm and pushed passed her out the door. He walked out of the room and down towards the barn door. She sighed as she slumped against the door frame and closed her eyes. She wanted him, more than she was willing to say out loud. She wanted him to take her virginity, take her, take everything from her. She desired to please him in ways she had only ever dreamed about. She walked slowly into the tack room, smiling slightly as she ran her hand along the saw horse converted saddle rack in the middle of the room. She had seen videos of girls pushed over these and taken from behind by strong men. Curious as to what it would feel like to be manhandled on one of these, she bent herself over it, spreading her feet shoulder width apart and dropping the front half of her body towards the floor. Her body tingled with the need for release and she could feel her arousal seeping through her jodhpurs. She undid the buckle at the front and slid her hand down, her fingers easily lubricated as she found her clit and started rubbing slowly. She was moaning, her need for release pushing her quicker towards orgasm than she was used to. She was breathless when it hit, blinding passions causing her body to convulse. Her body shook with continuous pleasure for what felt like hours when she heard someone clear their voice from the doorway. Horrified she raised her head to see the stable hand standing there. Everything dropped out of her body and she felt like she was going to throw up. She stood up almost immediately and attempted to run out of the room when he stopped her. “Noo, don’t go! Please don’t, you have nothing to be embarrassed of. That was the single most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in my life. You were so confident and assured with your body… Wow!” It was then she noticed the erection in his pants and she gawked up at him “You could…always show me that again….or…well…you could even let me help…” She blushed crimson red and considered running out of the room when he kissed her. She absolutely melted in his arms, allowing him to push her against the wall and grab at her clothes, gentle but firm, exactly as she thought he would be. He took her virginity in the barn that night, and while she never told him that, she was going to carry the memory of it around with her for a lifetime.