Free Seduction At Sunset by Cristina Grenier

The
Horseman
     
    “You’ve really done it this
time, Sara,” she scolded herself.  “Out here in the middle of fucking nowhere
and your car dies.”  She tried to get it to turn over again, but it was no
use.  She popped the hood latch, got out of the car and opened the hood.  She
looked in at a combination of things that had no meaning to her: metal, hoses,
wires and boxes.  “Shit!”
    She reached inside the car and
fished her cell phone out of her purse.  “Great, no fucking service!”  She
hadn’t seen nor met a car in hours.  It was a little bit chilly and she pulled
out a sweater to wrap around herself.  It was little enough to warm her with
her short skirt and shirt that left her mid-drift exposed.  She had only
thought of looking sexy and driving Tom crazy when she arrived.  She hadn’t
planned on this.  She had followed what she thought would be a short-cut
through the mountains and she found herself on a deserted road which was
half-assed paved.  It was kind of hard for her to believe that a road would
lead to nowhere.  She had lived in the city and grown up with roads and streets
that led somewhere. “Not here!  Roads here lead to nowhere!”
    She considered the clothes in
her bag in the back of her car.  “Not much help there,” she sighed.  She had
packed for being sexy, not for being warm.  “Who the hell would have thought?” 
She tried to justify her lack of preparation.  She remembered that she had
passed a road that turned off to the left just a short distance back.  She
looked in that direction and then scanned the horizon.  She could see what
looked like houses surrounded by trees off in the distance.  “Surely no one
lives out here.”  Looking at the choices she finally reached the conclusion
that either someone was home or there would be a telephone for her to call Tom
or whatever the case, she would have to find some way to get some help and the
houses on the horizon were the only thing she could see.  So she started out
toward the road.
    It would have been a comical
sight to anyone, but Sara to watch her picking her way along the road in her
four inch stilettos.  Her long, shapely legs were topped off with a smooth,
round ass under her short skirt shuffled along making the skirt ripple only a
little.  The smoothness of her stomach and her proportional, round breasts
showed that she was certainly in condition for such a walk, but not equipped
for it.  It would have been comical, but for Sara, each step turned her mood a
bit sourer, to the point that when she reached the yard of the ranch at the end
of the road, she completely ignored the black and white border collie which
came to greet her by rolling over and inviting her to a good belly scratch. 
She heard some sort of noise coming from the other side of the barn.  Tossing
her light brown hair she turned in that direction.
    Around the corner of the barn
she saw a very tall, round corral made of poles.  She could see a man riding a
horse.  She watched between the poles for a moment.  They moved gracefully
together and her mood began to lighten a little bit as she watched the
choreographed scene of the man on the beautiful brown horse with a black mane
and tail.  Its legs were black to a point just below the knees.  Its feet
danced as the man turned it to one side and then the other.  “Excuse me!” she
called out between the bars.
    Neither horse nor man gave any
indication that they heard her.  That peeved her a bit as well.  She was not
used to being ignored that way.  She called out again and was met by the same
ill-mannered treatment.  She was not going to be ignored that way, so she
pushed a toe between the poles of the corral and began climbing up to the fence
so that she would be seen.  The moment her head and shoulders cleared the top
of the fence, the horse burst into a violent fit of bucking, nearly bringing
the man off of him.  He regained control however and began to get control