Please don't kiss ...

 I was free and was just clearing out the box of my foster horse. It must have been around noon, because nobody was at the private riding facility in the North Frisian province. It was the old farm in rural Legerade. After the old couple who once ran the farm moved, one of the setters lived in the old house.

During the week at lunchtime there was actually never anything going on there. Before the mucking I had of course only seen the horses outside in the paddocks and ***** rlisdistributed. At the time there were eight adjuster horses. Two of them belonged to Inge, my horse lover, with whom I had the riding participation. I only had to shell out € 50 a month and was allowed to ride her four year old black and white Tinker. Her other horse was a Friesian. They were too clumsy for me. But the tinker also had its disadvantages. He had wide, heavy hooves and was standing on a rather thick mat full of straw.

Over time, of course, he flattened the straw and wet it when he had to. I had to clear the extent of the whole story once a week, of course. I had thought that I could throw new straw on it, but the box was so wet and smelled a bit of ammonia.

I was glad I was alone, otherwise all the wheelbarrows were out and you couldn't even get a pitchfork to muck up. I stabbed the thick dung mat and took fork after fork out of the box. I'd been there for at least twenty minutes and had only driven a third of the crap away in the cart. Nice shit, because my newly bought breeches were already dirty. Only my riding boots and the cap still fit from then. As a young girl I already had a foster horse. Back then with a friend. Within a very short time I was out of breath and completely sweaty. My t-shirt was already very wet on the back.

I was in deep thought when I suddenly heard a female voice next to me. Whoa, how scared I was. A young woman with dark shoulder-length hair and a nice smile stood against the wall of the pit and put her leg against the wall. She also wore breeches and the standard black boots. Her pants were skin-tight and it looked almost forbidden as she pinched her love clam with it.
"So you are the new one?" She asked with a smile and looked at me. She had pretty brown eyes and a really cute face. She was thought to be a little younger, but she was my age. I knew that from Inge, who was friends with her after all. "Yes!" I sighed and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I had left my riding gloves on, but they were also wet by now. We started talking and I told her that I used to ride as a girl. Kirsten, that was her name, usually worked during the day. She visited the stall on her lunch break, which was almost an hour and a half.
Kirsten rode since she was little and couldn't get away from it. She had her own horse, a brown Welsh-Cob mix. "And you like riding?" She asked. I nodded and noticed that her pretty eyes were constantly searching my gaze.
Then she started telling them that she loved horse riding. She liked the movements of the horse's back between her legs. There was almost something "offensive" about it. Kirstens smiled and said, “Oh, come on! All girls like it when it moves between their legs. That’s why we’re all so mad about horses. I took off my riding cap, which I had completely forgotten about. Then I wiped the sweat from my forehead again. I looked at her and asked: "It excites you when you sit on the saddle?" Kirsten carefully bit her index finger and smiled sheepishly. "Doesn't that excite you?" Hmmm, I had never thought about that before. Maybe it was like that that sometimes turned you on, maybe ...

"I'll tell you a secret!" She said and looked around to make sure no one was standing there listening. I looked at her expectantly and then she told me about her last ride on the paddock next door that had been worked by the combine harvester. "Boy, boy!" She said. “My horse went off like a suppository. My horse probably found these stubble in the paddock really cool. My mare went over the Fenne in a breathtaking gallop and brought me really horny feelings. I had an orgasm. But don't tell anyone! "
I laughed softly and shook my head. "No, of course I won't tell anyone!" I said and was about to stand in the dirt again with the pitchfork. Suddenly her hand reached into my pitchfork and she pulled it out of my hand. Then she looked me in the eye again and said softly: “Yes, and now the joints of my horse are warm and I can't ride for almost two weeks! Do you know how caustic that is? ”I looked at her and was almost about to comfort her when she ran her fingers between her legs and said:
“ This is so stupid. It's been itching down there all the time. Don't you feel the same sometimes? ”What should I do at that moment? Kirsten was always nice and she looked damn good too. But I hadn't had anything with women for a long time.
Kirsten pulled me by the hand and said: "You can touch it sometimes, then you know that I am not crazy!" How would I get around to touching her? Pretty cheeky for a woman I didn't know. I didn't know much about her. I knew she had no boyfriend. She quickly grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs. I wanted to pull her away, but Kirsten held her tight. Her lap was glowing, I could feel it. Then she looked me in the eye again and asked: “Well, are you coming to the hayloft with me? I'll help you throw down the straw and hay! ”I hesitated, but Kirsten took my hand and pulled me behind her. We went up the old wooden stairs above the stable. Hay and straw were stored there.
Kirsten stood at a set up round bale of hay and showed me with her fingers which straw and which hay to use. I was standing by the skylight a few meters away. It was extremely warm in the hayloft.

Then I looked at Kirsten, who was pulling the T-shirt over her head. Her bare firm chest could be seen. A pretty young woman with a great body stood with me in the hayloft. "Come on!" She said, pointing her finger at me. "Or are you scared?" I wasn't scared of women, but I didn't know what it was going to be. I walked up to her slowly and looked at her. Kirsten's eyes shone. At that moment Kirsten opened her riding breeches and pushed them and panties down to her knees. She leaned against the hay bale as I walked towards her step by step. "Stop!" She said then. I stand petrified. "Come on, take off your shirt and pants!" She hissed. That was a pretty straight forward request.
"Is this a new game?" I asked, unabashedly pulling off my T-shirt and my bra. Then I went on and undid my breeches. "Yes, come and show what you have!" Said Kirsten excitedly and saw how I pushed my breeches and panties down to the back of my knees.

Then I stood right in front of her and looked her in the face. She put her hand around me and her fingers brushed my bottom. I was so close to her that our breasts touched. I put my arm around her neck and scratched her neck. My fingers ran through her dark hair and then she looked deep into my eyes. "Lexi! Isn't that your name? Let's have a little fun! ”The idea wasn't that bad, because her fingers ran along my thighs and found their way between my legs. When she lightly stroked my labia, I was already twitching. She rubbed a finger on my labia until it was quite wet. I was breathing quickly and had palpitations. I could feel her warm, moist breath on my lips. I reached into the back of her hair and parted my lips very slightly. Then I came closer to kiss her. Kirsten pressed her lips together and turned her head away so that my lips landed on her neck.
She breathed: “Touch it, yes! Kiss no! ”Weird way to have sex, but I stuck to it. It was too late anyway, because I also stroked the cute mouse between the legs. It was so warm in the hayloft that both me and her sweat ran down her face. She was wet between her thighs, I felt that immediately. She immediately caught my pearl of pleasure with her fingers and massaged it intensely, while my fingers got wetter and wetter because I stroked them very gently. In no time at all she had me where I put my whole arm around her, breathing quickly, and snuggled against her neck. In just a few minutes I was overcome by a rush of lust that I moaned softly in her ear.
I returned the favor as my body slowly recovered from orgasm. The step of my playmate was soaking wet and so I carefully pushed a finger into her love shell. He slipped very slowly into her, her upper body resting completely in my arm. I let my finger slide inside her and pulled it out again. Then I added a second finger and penetrated it. A whispered "Aaah" came out of her mouth. Kirsten sank into my arms and I fell to the floor with her in my arms. Then I pampered her with my fingers and put kisses on her chest. Her nipples were really hard and she moaned under my touch.

After a few minutes of my fingers satisfying her, she screamed. Her vagina twitched and her mouth was wide open. Very slowly I pulled my wet fingers out of her body and ran my fingertips over her stomach. Kirsten's skin relaxed again and the twitching in her was gone. She looked at me with a lovely look.
"Do I get a kiss now?" I asked friendly and smiled at her. With a mischievous look she shook her head and said: “Touch it, yes! Kiss, no! "
I looked at her disappointed. I stared at her body. “I don't know why not, but okay! You have a really great body! ”I tried to compliment. Kirsten smiled and said: “And you have a sweet ass and beautiful eyes! Kissing is not possible with me. I don't fall in love with women! ”Kirsten looked at her watch and was startled. "Shit, my lunch break is almost over. Come on, I'll help you quickly with the bales. We dressed again and tossed the bales down. Then I went back into the box and took the pitchfork. Kirsten trotted after me and stood against the pit wall again. "You have sex with women, but you don't fall in love?" I asked. Then she confirmed it with: “Right. I don't fall in love with women. Touch it, yes! Kiss, no! "

I had to keep going and looked down at the floor. Actually Kirsten wanted to go, but she seemed to be thinking about something. Then she said, “I think you're nice. Maybe we’ll ride out together sometime? So purely amicable, of course! ”I looked at her and said nothing. “So, Lexi! Take care. I'll see you! ”I was pretty disappointed. "Yeah, maybe we'll do it!" I sighed. Then I heard her boots trudging across the concrete floor of the stable alley. Once again she called out to me: "The number is in the tack room on the notice board!"
Yeah great! She could smear it in her hair. I had never received such a rebuff from a woman. Kirsten was gone and I kept fighting with my crap. With a bit of exaggeration, I imitated Kirsten and moaned: “I don't fall in love with women! Touch yes, kiss, no! ”I was angry and then shouted:“ What a shit! ”I stabbed the crap one more time until I suddenly heard a voice again.
It was my friend Tim who suddenly stood there. He came to pick me up. “Ho, ho… Lexi. Take it easy. I didn't do anything to you! ”Well that was just right for me. "Such a crap. Look at the whole shit! "I moaned further. But Tim calmed me down. Finally he took over the mucking out and let me finish littering the box.

I put the equipment back in the equipment box and went to the saddle room to get my riding cap. I had taken them from the hayloft to the tack room. Tim stood in the door of the tack room and tapped his foot impatiently on the floor of the stable alley. "Can we now?", He asked annoyed and went to the car. I slipped past the black bed and stared at the blackboard. Indeed, there was Kirsten's number. I jerked my cell phone and punched it in. Then I thought about it. I got upset again. "As if I would call the stupid ***** too!" I sighed and put the cell phone back in my pocket. I got in the car and we drove.
The excitement was in vain because two days later I found the phone number under Dialed Numbers on my cell phone. That must have happened when I was stuffing the cell phone back into the tight pocket of my breeches. Of course I called her and asked if she wanted to ride out with me.

I mean, she was nice and good looking. And at least I didn't have to ride alone. We met at the weekend and rode out into the woods. We got off at a clearing and looked at each other. "Oh, no!" I said to Kirsten. "That won't happen to me again!" But Kirsten laughed. “Calm down, Lexi! I guess I owe you an explanation! ”I looked at her expectantly. She took my hand and said: “You know? I've fallen in love with a woman before. Since then I've stopped kissing. I don't kiss women anymore unless it's the right one. I don't want to break my heart again! ”I looked at her and understood. And somehow she was right too. Then she continued:

“I mean, you look good, have a great body, and are nice. But you have a boyfriend. I don't really do that. But I would like to tell you that I like you very much and that I could well imagine being friends with you! ”Of course, I was amazed. That was a pretty nice compliment, and that from a woman. And it was honest. That day I found a new friend.