Thunder Stallion
 mf


It's been years since she's ridden. The last time she can remember being up
was about four years ago. Today couldn't be more perfect. The sun is warm,
the air is cool and fresh. The ground is soft and moist from last nights
rain. It's the beginning of August and the monsoon season has just arrived.

On her mount, feeling its strength beneath her, she revels in the free
spirit she has gained out here in the woods. Just ahead of her by a step or
two is the man who has taken her from the rat race back in the city. This
man, sitting tall in his saddle, is one of the most handsome men she's ever
known. His back is straight, shoulders broad, arms strong but gentle as he
guides his horse and her down a path that only he knows where it leads. He
said it's a favorite spot he likes to go when he needs a break.

He turns and looks behind him to make sure she's okay. He wanted to do
something special for her; he knew she needed some peace of mind. What
better remedy than Mother Nature? He also knows it's been a while since
she's been on horseback. This trip is sure gonna' make her sore. A smile
breaks across his face; she's gonna' need some tender loving care before the
day is over.

As they ride on, she can see that the timber is starting to thin out.
They've been riding for almost two hours. Hopefully they're nearing their
destination. She wouldn't mind getting down for awhile and giving her legs a
break. She wants to save some energy for later.

Her wish has come true. They've reached the edge of the timber and he has
pulled up to a stop. As she joins him, she looks out over what has become a
vast open range between two mountains. Just ahead she can see a huge pond,
and alongside it is one of the biggest cottonwood trees she's ever seen. The
shade it provides goes on forever. From one of its massive branches that
stretches out over the pond, a rope has been tied and hangs down. This
certainly isn't virgin territory.

He explains that this is where he comes to get a breath of fresh air. He
looks at her, her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. He can see that
she's a little warm by the perspiration building up on her brow. "Wanna go
for a swim?"

With an innocent look of shock, she replies, "I didn't bring my suit." Then,
as a wicked grin creeps over her lips, she says, "But last one in is a
rotten egg!" She slaps the butt of her horse and takes off for the pond with
him close on her heels.

Once free of her clothes she dives in head-first. The sensation of the cool
water against her skin is invigorating. When she comes up for air, she can
see that the skies to the south have a fierce storm brewing. The thunder
clouds are extremely tall and black. So deep in thought about the storm, she
hasn't noticed that he has finally made it into the pond and has come up
behind her. She's startled as his body comes in contact with hers. "Penny
for your thoughts?" he asks.

"Just thinking about the storm that's brewing," she replies.

"Mmm. Looks like it could be a good one," he says as he turns her to face
him.

He stands a bit taller than she and the water comes up almost to his
shoulders. She puts her arms around his neck and wraps her legs around his
hips. The water has made her completely weightless. He glides his hands down
her back to her hips. As he guides her over him, he leans down and starts to
kiss her tenderly. She responds to him and opens her mouth so that he can
kiss her more deeply.

His tongue is warm and powerful in her mouth, reaching deeper, drinking all
of her that he can. His kisses grow increasingly more urgent as his desire
grows hotter. He moves her up and down gently so that she can only take in
just the tip of him. As her desire rages to be filled with him, she looks up
at him and in her eyes he can see her desperation to have him all.

In the distance, they can now hear the thunder beginning to roar and the sky
has darkened. Light sprinkles of rain have begun to fall. Slowly stroking
her, he goes deeper and deeper until he has completely filled her. She's
warm and tight. He looks down at her. Her eyes, normally hazel, have turned
a true green. He's never seen this before. What a beautiful shade passion
turns her.

She has now taken the lead. Rising up and down, stroking her need for
release, making it rise higher and higher, she leans back, allowing the
water to support her, finding a new sensation of friction. She lets out a
small cry and loses her control. She starts riding wildly, arching her back
with every stroke. He's finding it hard to keep control, but he wants to
last until she's spent and then take her again, to push her over the edge,
to send her to that realm of bliss where there is nothing but pure pleasure.
Where she feels every touch, every movement right down to the beating of his
heart next to hers.

She has the spirit of a wild mustang. Clenching and kneeding his shoulders,
she reaches climax. Powerful wave after wave of release rocks her body. In
an attempt to slow her breathing, she looks up at the sky, concentrating on
bringing herself back to earth. The storm is just about upon them. She looks
at him through half-opened eyes and purrs.

He pulls her close and quietly growls, "My turn." With her still in his
arms, he walks to the edge of the pond and sets her down. He guides her over
to the tall grass. The thunder grows louder and the rain comes down harder.
He kneels and pulls her down to her knees. He kisses her deeply and strokes
her back. She shivers with delight. Looking at her intensely, he softly
commands, "Turn around." Gently he leans her forward on her hands. Caressing
her back and hips, he guides himself in. He slides in with ease as she is
still moist from her release. Once he has entered her fully, he leans
forward and whispers, "My turn to ride." Slowly, he stokes her with long
smooth strides and she can feel the heat rising even again. Then he quickens
the pace. She finds herself rocking to meet his rhythm. Deeper, he wants to
go deeper. Harder and harder he thrusts as long as he can. Her hair has come
loose and now flies wildly about her shoulders. As she arches and flexes her
back, bucking and growling for release, his hands kneeding her flesh, sweat
glistening on his, his release comes with the fury of the storm that rages
above. The brash growls escaping his throat from deep within his chest are
carried away on the wind to mingle with the thunder.

They both collapse to the ground. No words are spoken. Everything that
should be said, is, with the touch of their lips and the softness in their
eyes. Having gently ascended to float on the clouds, they are abruptly
brought down by the fierce explosion of thunder directly above, and within
seconds they scramble to recover their clothes and horses, and head back for
the denseness of the timber. Discovering that this density shelters them
from all but a few sprinkles, they secure the horses. She unties the bed
rolls and makes a comfortable pallet, while he unloads the few logs of dry
wood he brought and builds a small fire.

Settling down now in each others arms, against the trunk of a tree and
wrapped in a blanket, they quietly listen to each other and the storm,
waiting for it to pass, but hoping not too quickly. Neither one is anxious
to return. For as long as they can, he wants to stay here, free of
everything. Just him and his wild mustang.