points to some spot she can see as she tells me, “The trail head for the path is right ahead. I hate riding on the street. People in this town like to drive really fast.”
We enter a rural path. As the horses walk, I look for trail marking or signs. I’m wondering if I should get out my phone, I’d hate to get lost. Finally I ask, “Are you sure you know the way back?”
Juliette laughs, “These guys take this path almost every day. They know dinner’s at the other end of the trail. I guarantee they know the way home.”
As we ride, the light from the setting sun turns the mountains pink, the sky purple, and the ground a soft gray. It’s a spectacular show. As the sun sets farther the lights around the horses’ necks cast an eerie glow. This is amazing. Am I really riding a horse through the hills at sunset? Remembering the conversation in Sausalito I brake our silence, “Blauschimmer,” wasn’t that the word your German friend had for the pink hills at dawn and dusk?”
Juliette rides just ahead of me, I can see her nod. She turns around in her saddle and says, “Yeah, I’m glad I get to share one of my favorite times of day and places with you.”
The path smells wonderful—dirt, and plants I can’t identify. The air is brisk and still. The clomping sound the horse hoofs make me feel that this evening is timeless. We start losing the pink as the trees become backlit against the sky. It’s like entering an old western movie. The air gets colder while the only illumination is the blue and green lights strung around the horses’ necks and the light from our vests. Periodically we pass a house in the distance. The houses are large with lots of land. One of the houses we pass has to be my bosses. At some point my horse neighs and the next thing I know Deborah is there taking Jackson’s lead rope. As I dismount I hear the teenage girls giggle, turning to the noise, I watch them head to a car.
Juliette elbows me, “You’re a hit with teens.” She then shows me how to tie the horses’ rope to the barn. Juliette and Deborah quickly and expertly take everything off the horses. Deborah shows me where to hang things. She then uses me for the heavy lifting as she has me flip the saddle pads and place each of the saddles on a large peg.
Juliette hands me some round brushes with straps for handles as she says, “This is my favorite part. I love grooming the horses. I think it’s because the horses enjoy being groomed,” she says as she shows me how to wipe down their coats.
Helping Deborah put the horses’ blankets on, I watch Juliette checks their hooves. These horses are huge, Juliette moves around them with no fear. Finally, she leads them to their stalls. Before this evening, I never considered riding a horse, but after tonight I can see how people become hooked. Tonight’s already been wonderful and I’ve yet to even touch her.
After Deborah drops us off by the arena, I walk Juliette to her car. Shivering she says, “Do you want to meet me at my place?”
Releasing her from a deep kiss I say, “Your place.”
Getting an amazing parking spot right in front, I ring the doorbell. As she opens the door, I don’t control any of my urges. Picking her up I throw her over my shoulder and head for her bedroom as she laughs and screams in delight. I have to chuckle, she has so many layers on it’s like undressing one of those Russian nesting dolls. After a good romp of sex, she tells me she’s going to take a quick shower before dinner. Knowing this will take a while, I dress then head into her living room to check out her thermostat, it’s set for fifty-five; no wonder it’s so cold in here. I decide the only way I’ll get to view all of that tight nimble body is if I raise it to seventy. Sitting on her couch, I get myself comfortable for the long haul as I pull out my phone and check to see what’s happening in the world.
As I check random scores, Juliette comes out. Now this is a surprise, I
We enter a rural path. As the horses walk, I look for trail marking or signs. I’m wondering if I should get out my phone, I’d hate to get lost. Finally I ask, “Are you sure you know the way back?”
Juliette laughs, “These guys take this path almost every day. They know dinner’s at the other end of the trail. I guarantee they know the way home.”
As we ride, the light from the setting sun turns the mountains pink, the sky purple, and the ground a soft gray. It’s a spectacular show. As the sun sets farther the lights around the horses’ necks cast an eerie glow. This is amazing. Am I really riding a horse through the hills at sunset? Remembering the conversation in Sausalito I brake our silence, “Blauschimmer,” wasn’t that the word your German friend had for the pink hills at dawn and dusk?”
Juliette rides just ahead of me, I can see her nod. She turns around in her saddle and says, “Yeah, I’m glad I get to share one of my favorite times of day and places with you.”
The path smells wonderful—dirt, and plants I can’t identify. The air is brisk and still. The clomping sound the horse hoofs make me feel that this evening is timeless. We start losing the pink as the trees become backlit against the sky. It’s like entering an old western movie. The air gets colder while the only illumination is the blue and green lights strung around the horses’ necks and the light from our vests. Periodically we pass a house in the distance. The houses are large with lots of land. One of the houses we pass has to be my bosses. At some point my horse neighs and the next thing I know Deborah is there taking Jackson’s lead rope. As I dismount I hear the teenage girls giggle, turning to the noise, I watch them head to a car.
Juliette elbows me, “You’re a hit with teens.” She then shows me how to tie the horses’ rope to the barn. Juliette and Deborah quickly and expertly take everything off the horses. Deborah shows me where to hang things. She then uses me for the heavy lifting as she has me flip the saddle pads and place each of the saddles on a large peg.
Juliette hands me some round brushes with straps for handles as she says, “This is my favorite part. I love grooming the horses. I think it’s because the horses enjoy being groomed,” she says as she shows me how to wipe down their coats.
Helping Deborah put the horses’ blankets on, I watch Juliette checks their hooves. These horses are huge, Juliette moves around them with no fear. Finally, she leads them to their stalls. Before this evening, I never considered riding a horse, but after tonight I can see how people become hooked. Tonight’s already been wonderful and I’ve yet to even touch her.
After Deborah drops us off by the arena, I walk Juliette to her car. Shivering she says, “Do you want to meet me at my place?”
Releasing her from a deep kiss I say, “Your place.”
Getting an amazing parking spot right in front, I ring the doorbell. As she opens the door, I don’t control any of my urges. Picking her up I throw her over my shoulder and head for her bedroom as she laughs and screams in delight. I have to chuckle, she has so many layers on it’s like undressing one of those Russian nesting dolls. After a good romp of sex, she tells me she’s going to take a quick shower before dinner. Knowing this will take a while, I dress then head into her living room to check out her thermostat, it’s set for fifty-five; no wonder it’s so cold in here. I decide the only way I’ll get to view all of that tight nimble body is if I raise it to seventy. Sitting on her couch, I get myself comfortable for the long haul as I pull out my phone and check to see what’s happening in the world.
As I check random scores, Juliette comes out. Now this is a surprise, I
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