You've been extra patient waiting two weeks for your Mid-Day-Mid-Week-Matinee, and I thank you. Let us see what Fabio and Francesca have been up to, and as usual, I hope this gets you through the remainder of the week!
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
The Ride of Francesca Rivera
They trotted on the mare to the edge of the orange grove –where the surrounding olive trees stood as a line of demarcation between the property and the beach.
“This is beautiful, Fabio!” Francesca had abandoned all fear as she alone now held onto the reigns –she was a natural. They emerged from the shelter of the foliage to the white sandy beach.
“Now, I want you to take us over by the rocks.” He pointed to the left where sandstone boulders created a natural border in the cove. To the right, palm trees stretched to within feet of the water.
Francesca pulled back on the reigns and Snow stopped. Fabio dismounted first and secured the bridle then helped Francesca down. He placed his backpack on the rocks and took out a bag of carrots and apple slices; his mare neighed. Next, he pulled out a blanket and spread it 20 feet away from the rocks.
The sun, as it had been for the past few days, was hot, and Fabio removed his shirt…and his boots…socks…pants.... Francesca looked at her lover in disbelief then around the beach; she was sure she would find someone close enough to see what Fabio was doing. She didn’t. When she turned back to look at Fabio, he was naked.
“Last one in the water doesn’t get ridden!” He taunted running into the water and disappearing under a wave as he dove in.
“Fabio!” Accepting his words as an invitation, Francesca moved to the blanket and likewise stripped; running in Fabio’s direction she stopped at the edge of the water. She dipped a toe in. “It’s cold!” She yelled.
“It gets warmer the longer you’re in!” He shouted back. Francesca ran in, breasts bouncing and bottom jiggling all to Fabio’s delight. He disappeared under the water again and reappeared behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her under a wave.
As Fabio stood, he lifted Francesca up in his arms pulling her body up against his. He was aroused, and when he kissed her, so was she.
Fabio picked Francesca up by the cheeks of her bottom and spread her thighs, and she continued the motion wrapping her legs around his waist. He began to walk back to the blanket. Fabio lowered her to the cotton fabric then stepped on the edge, trying to remove some of the sand from his feet. Then he did the most peculiar thing. He lied down in the center of the blanket and spread his legs; with one arm folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow, the other hand he used to stroke himself.
“Fabio?” Francesca was somewhat confused.
“You heard me, ‘Last one in the water doesn’t get ridden!’”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She stated.
“You’re on top this afternoon!” He instructed
Francesca knelt beside him then straddled her knees on either side of his hips. She lowered her head to kiss him. “I don’t know what to do next,” she whispered a little embarrassed.
Fabio guided the head of his penis to the opening of her vagina, allowing it to stimulate her outer lips, then inner lips, but not penetrate; he wanted her to do the work.
Wet, but this time not because of the water, she wanted to feel him inside her, and Francesca rested on her haunches –a motion which proved just enough to take in his head. Fabio closed his eyes, bit his lower lip and moaned in response. “I don’t know what to do next, Fabio.”
He exhaled then looked up at her, “Pretend you’re riding the horse.”
“Riding the horse?” She questioned and giggled at the thought.
“Yes…what was the first thing I taught you?”
Francesca thought back to when she mounted the horse. “You said to sit erect because it makes it easier to balance.” Following her own words this time, she sat up and felt Fabio slide in. “Oh!” She gasped and he smiled.
“And next?” Fabio coached.
“Then pull firmly on the reigns.” She watched Fabio bend both arms at the elbows causing each palm to form a platform. He raised his thumbs and she grabbed hold of each.
“And now?” He guided.
“I’m to,” She paused to remember what he had said. “I’m to feel the horse move beneath me –when the horse bounces, I bounce.” Fabio thrust his hips up towards Francesca and she bounced up and then came back down, slipping further down his shaft. “Oh!” She gasped in ecstasy, right before reality stepped in. “You pervert! You weren’t teaching me how to ride a horse…you were teaching me how to ride you!”
“Brava, Gioia!”* He praised, right before he thrust into her again, and she, no longer a novice at riding, followed his rhythm and rode, faster and harder, taking in more of him with each stroke. Fabio enjoyed the sight of her breasts bouncing above him and the feeling as she alone took over the reigns and rode him –she was a natural.
Fabio resisted the urge to cum, until he could no longer contain himself. He pulled his hands away from Francesca’s. Firmly planting his palms on her hips, he restrained her movement as his penis pulsated deep within her. He moaned, “Ride me cowgirl!” Fabio barely finished when Francesca dismounted and headed back in to the water. “Where are you going?” He yelled.
“Last one in, doesn’t get ridden tonight!” She yelled back.
Fabio rushed in after her.
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