His Nasty Little Pussy

He hands me an oval-shaped, soft-bristled brush. I slide my hand under the leather strap and grab onto the brush so it doesn’t slip. Beau opens the stall door, and we both walk in. Pierre stands there, patiently waiting for his rub down.

I lean forward and start to brush the horse in an up-and-down motion that has Beau laughing and grabbing my hand to stop me.

He leans in closer, and my breath hitches at the feel of his hard, shirtless body standing right behind me. Resting his hand over mine, he guides it in a long, sweeping motion across the horse’s back.

“Go with the hair, not against it.”

He’s so close to me when he says it, I feel like I can feel the words vibrating in his chest and against my back. His hand wrapped around mine feels strong and warm, and the roughness of his palms is making my pussy so wet I’m afraid there’s going to be a puddle on the floor of Pierre’s stall by the time we’re done.

When he starts to move his hand, I quickly say, “Wait, not yet. I think I still need help.”

He looks down at me, his brown eyes unreadable, but he doesn’t move his hand. Instead, he wraps a hand around my waist and scoots me down so we can work on Pierre’s backside and legs. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning when he grips my waist, and I notice he leaves his hand there a few seconds longer than necessary before finally letting it fall away.

“Always let the horse know you’re there before you walk behind them,” he tells me, patting Pierre’s ass as we scoot around. “You think you have it now?”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, waiting for my answer. His eyes are still unreadable, but I swear I can see some amusement in them.

I turn away to keep from smiling. “No, I think I still need some help. I’d hate to do it wrong and hurt Pierre.”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that, can we, Pierre,” he says, patting the horse.

He tightens his grip around my hand, letting his fingers slide a bit between mine as he guides the brush over the horse. Our forearms are pressed together, and there’s going to be no hiding these nipples once I turn around. My panties are soaked through, and I can already feel a wet sheen on my inner thighs.

My breathing has sped up, and I wonder if he can tell. I gasp when I feel his fingers on the base of my neck. I’d put my hair up into a ponytail before I’d left this morning, leaving my neck exposed, and the feel of his fingers on my sensitive skin sends shivers of pleasure up and down my spine and goosebumps break out all over my skin.

“You had a piece of hay on you,” he says, and there’s a breathiness to his voice that hadn’t been there earlier. He trails the pad of one finger along the line of my neck, and this time a small moan escapes before I can stop it. His finger stills, and then it’s gone. He lets go of my hand and steps back, running a hand along the base of his neck.

“Well, that’s enough for today, I think. Pierre looks pretty clean. We can do more tomorrow.”

He opens the door to the stall and waits for me to leave before locking it back up. I give Pierre’s muzzle a soft pat before following Beau out of the barn.

Did I do something wrong?

I wanted him to kiss me. Hell, I’d wanted him to do a whole hell of a lot more than that, but he’d dropped his hand like I’d burned him. I couldn’t figure it out until I looked into his eyes. He quickly averted them, but not before I caught a glimpse of pure, raw desire in them. He’d stopped himself because he didn’t think we could do more, not because he didn’t want to do more. I turn away so he can’t see the big grin on my face.

Beau gives a sharp whistle when we get close to the house and soon I see a large bloodhound come barreling toward us from where he’d been taking a nap on the porch.

I laugh and drop down to my knees so I can pet him. He’s a beautiful dog, and I love him immediately.

“What’s his name?”

“Henry.”

“Your dog’s name is Henry?” I ask with a laugh.

Beau grins and pats Henry on the head.

“What’s wrong with that? He has the personality of a Henry. He’s the smartest dog I’ve ever had, and there’s a very dignified air about him.”

I look into Henry’s drooping face and kind eyes. “You’re right,” I agree.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Henry suits him.”

“He’ll walk you home,” Beau says.

“Oh, I can make it on my own,” I say, standing up and brushing grass off my knees.

“No, he’ll make sure you get there safe. Just send him home when you’re done, please.”

“What time should I come tomorrow?”

“8 okay?”

I give him a big grin. “I’ll be here. Bye, Beau. Thanks for the job.”

“You’re very welcome, Ella. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He smiles at me and then turns to go back to the barn. I watch him walk off, wishing I didn’t have to leave.

With a sigh, I turn to Henry. “All right, Henry, let’s do this.”

He jumps up and follows me the whole way, wagging his tail and occasionally running ahead when he catches a smell he likes. When we get to my house, I give him a rub behind the ears, pluck a purple wildflower that’s growing on the ground nearby, and run it through Henry’s collar.

“Good boy, Henry. Go home now,” I say and watch in amazement as he turns around and trots happily home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Thibodeaux,” I whisper to myself already replaying in my mind how good his hand had felt on me. I couldn’t wait for more.