Riding Lessons
by GG
Lesson 3


It won't be a surprise that I did not get much sleep that night! My body was 
aching; my mind was numb, and I think I was in mild shock. I had read about 
it somewhere in an article. The kind of thing you get after a car accident 
or a bad fall - or being unexpectedly attacked by a huge wild animal! That 
was more like it. My mind had been filled with the experience all night - 
turning it over and over - replaying it - reliving the terror and the 
humiliation. But with each replay something was being edited in. I 
eventually realised what it was. No matter what happened and how bruised I 
was, I had just had sex with the most beautiful and exciting woman I had 
ever seen. She was a total goddess. The part of my mind that was male had 
been sparring with the part that was person.

Another thing shocked me quite a bit. I had tried to comfort myself with 
thoughts of Angie. She was the reason I was here in the first place. This 
was not real. It would soon be over and I would continue my riding somewhere 
as far as possible from here. As I fixed my mind on Angie and called up 
images of her, a little voice seemed to be saying 'She could be a bit 
taller. Look how thin and soft her legs are - they could be a bit more 
shapely. Those breasts are nice and big but don't look too firm; and just 
look at those narrow shoulders and painfully skinny arms. She could do with 
joining a fitness class or something.' I thought I was going mad. I wanted 
Angie's legs to be a bit more like Glo's. Her shoulders and arms... her 
face...her hair. No! What was going on?

It was getting light outside and I had to sort myself out. Would I be 
allowed to leave? What was I going to do about clothes? I peered down at the 
floor to where I thought my tattered jeans would be but there was nothing 
there. The dildo had vanished as well. Glo had been in during the night and 
tidied up! I switched on the bedside lamp and noticed a chair in the middle 
of the room which had not been there last night. Some things were piled on 
it and there were four large cardboard boxes by the side.

I shuffled over and saw that there was an envelope and a piece of headed 
note paper on top of the pile. "Armitage Riding" was printed at the top with 
a logo; and underneath, "Everything for the horse and rider".

That was where I bought the riding book in the village! There was a chain of 
about ten of these shops over the south of England.  Did Glo own them? The 
message was written in black felt pen.

"Kevin ,  I had to leave early and I'm out all day. Here are some clothes to 
get you home. They will also be suitable for your next riding lesson. Take 
what you want - no charge. There is some money in the envelope to  replace 
your jeans and trainers etc.

Next lesson Thursday evening at 7 sharp.

GLO

P.S. Buy some more fashionable trainers next time."

I stared in disbelief for a few seconds and then realised that there was 
something else behind the chair. My trainers - or what was left of them; 
they had gone the same way as the shoes last night. The envelope was sealed 
and I opened it; there were four fifty pound notes inside! Also my car keys 
and what must have been some loose change from my jeans. I rummaged through 
the clothes - all brand new riding gear. Jodhpurs, polo shirts, roll neck 
tops and a wax jacket. The boxes contained ankle length boots- jodhpur boots 
like I had seen pictures of in the book- two pairs with elastic sides and 
two with straps, black and brown, in my size. She must keep the stock for 
the shops at the house. It all looked like the best quality stuff.

There was no time to muck around. I was not quite sure that she was really 
out and the thing to do now was make a run for it and think things over at a 
safe distance. I tried on a pair of jodhpurs in a blue stretchy material and 
they fitted perfectly. The black top, like a sweatshirt, was also a good fit 
as were the black elastic sided boots. I knew it was cold outside and I 
picked up the jacket, but then had second thoughts and left it on the chair 
along with the money. It was a lot of cash and she had ruined my clothes but 
they were not new and I wanted to be involved as little as possible.

I picked up my keys and walked slowly along the corridor to the top of the 
staircase, down to the hall as quietly as I could and out into the 
courtyard. There had been a  light fall of snow overnight and I saw what 
must have been Glo's footprints heading across the yard in the direction of 
my car. The large doors to her garage were open and I saw fresh tyre tracks 
leading out of it towards the road. So she had gone and I was free! As I 
strode across the yard I noticed that my car had been moved. It must have 
been blocking the garage. There were a lot of footprints around the rear 
bumper and curiously no tracks behind the rear wheels. She must have just 
picked up the back of the car and moved it out of the way like she was 
wheeling a barrow! I drove home faster than I should have in those 
conditions.

I had to go to work the next day but I could hardly concentrate on my job. 
It was lucky that testing electronic components is not the most taxing 
occupation in the world! All I could think about was Glo; and Thursday 7 
sharp. That was the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow evening I had a dinner date 
with Angie. I had not even slept with Angie yet, and here was Glo who had 
rampant violent sex on our first meeting, shows concern at 'being a bit 
rough', then acts as if nothing had happened and expects me back for more!  
On another level you could say that I had two women on the go at the same 
time! What a hunk! Only this great stud nearly got all his bones broken and 
was not in any state to demonstrate his manhood even if he was given the 
chance.

Through the day, I decided that I had three choices as far as Glo was 
concerned: stay clear, reason with her, or play her at her own game and just 
turn up, smiling,  ready for a riding lesson.

If I stayed clear she might find me. She might be annoyed and I would always 
be worrying about it. I wasn't sure what she might do.  If I went back - if 
I had the guts to go back - I might end up in hospital!  The more I thought 
about it the more I made up my mind that I should discuss what happened and 
just say that there was some misunderstanding- I'm not really into that sort 
of thing and anyway there was a mix up over the riding holiday and I'm not 
going, so don't need the lessons. At least that could be done over the 
phone.

That evening at about six, I downed a vodka, made myself another double, and 
picked up the phone. My heart jumped a beat just at the sound of the 
receiver being picked up the other end.

'Gloria Armitage' Her voice was sexy and business-like.

I steeled myself.  'It's Kevin.'

Before I could get another word in she gave what sounded like a yelp of 
delight and said

'Kevin! Kevin!  I'm so glad you phoned! I would have phoned you but I don't 
have the number. I don't even know your surname. I've been so worried all 
day. I was so bad to you. I know you may never forgive but please try. I'm 
so sorry - just got carried away. Its unforgivable. I know you're angry. You 
left the money and everything. I have to make it up to you. Let me buy you 
dinner - or let me cook for you - I've got everything here and I am the 
greatest cook in the world. Please come over. Please!'

I was speechless! I just made a sort of gargling noise.

'Seven. Come over at seven. I'll get some Champagne on ice. See you!'

She hung up. I just stared blankly at the phone and the vodka tumbler 
slipped out of my hand. I looked down at it and waited till what was left of 
my consciousness simmered down.

The voice in the back of my head started up again- and don't ask me where it 
came from because I don't know.

'OK so she'll probably rip you limb from limb. Don't worry about it. That's 
a great- looking woman! Send your remains to me for cremation!'

I started to get all fatale. Sod it! She won't kill me. Don't be a wimp! 
Anyway, now she's being gentle. Maybe she's playing another game but perhaps 
I should show her that I'm not intimidated. All day I couldn't get her out 
of my mind! She was so beautiful! Gorgeous! Like she didn't belong on this 
planet at all! Half the reason for wanting to talk to her on the phone was 
that I needed her - to see her - to hear her - anything. She scared the hell 
out of me but that just made it extra spicy. I was hooked!

I found myself getting undressed and having a shower. I was still very sore 
and when I slipped slightly on the wet floor of the shower cubicle it sent a 
twinge of pain all the way up my side. I noticed that my right arm was one 
huge bruise from the elbow up. Drying off, I picked out some new jeans, a 
proper shirt and a smartish jacket. If she ripped these up then she 
definitely would have to buy me some more. As I picked up my keys to leave I 
said to myself

'What are you doing? This is stupid!' But I could not help myself. Something 
was pushing from the back and pulling from the front. It had been snowing 
quite heavily all day and the main road out of the village was very slushy. 
I drove slowly and arrived at about 7:15. On the way I had tried to 
condition myself. Everything she had done up until now had left me numbed. 
She never did anything that was normal. I must not just stare open mouthed 
and paralysed at her. Get Cool! I repeated that several times. Be cool! 
Whatever she does, be cool! Glo must have seen me pull in to the yard 
because she was waiting at the front door. As I walked up my knees started 
to feel weak.. a theme with Glo! It was the most stunning vision I had ever 
experienced! The way she looked when I saw her in the hall that evening will 
be seared into my mind forever.

Starting from the top, and it was a long way up because she was in heels 
again, she had styled her hair into a pleated pony-tail which ended half way 
down her back. Something that looked like gold threads seemed to be woven 
into this and they glinted and sparkled. She had done something unbelievable 
with her make up and the whole image was set off with some amazing pendulous 
gold and diamond earrings. As I was taking this in, her perfume hit me like 
a ton of bricks. She was wearing a gold and silver jacket that looked like 
it had come straight from the catwalk of some exclusive fashion show - loose 
enough to be very stylish and tight enough to show the contours of her 
unique upper body. There was a red and gold sash around her waist and every 
muscular curve of her legs showed in detail through  stretchy white 
leggings. The heels, about three inches of them, belonged to some incredible 
calf length gold and silver boots which must have come from the same fashion 
show and looked as if they cost a month's salary.

I started to wipe my feet on the mat while I gaped, speechless, and she just 
smiled, put her hands under my armpits, lifted me up gently and gave me a 
passionate kiss on the lips.

'I thought you weren't going to come.' she said softly. Without putting me 
down, she stretched out her left leg and pushed the door shut behind me with 
the toe of her boot.
Then she lowered me to the floor and dusted some snow off my jacket.

'You're looking very smart.' she beamed.

Beside her I looked like a tramp! But I just managed to say something like 
'You look out of this world!' At that she gave me a very sexy cheeky grin, 
winked and said

'I am out of this world! Lets go into the lounge. I've got a huge log fire 
going and it's very cosy.'

Before I knew what was happening she had scooped me up and cradled me in her 
powerful arms. She grinned down at me, gave me another kiss and carried me 
into the room. I could see two large armchairs drawn up in front of a 
roaring  fire, and she took me straight over to one  of them and lowered me 
gently into it.

Be cool! Be cool!  Say something.

'Thankyou'

She was on her way to the bar when I said it and she turned and gave me a 
strange look. I had surprised her - for the first time. A whole flurry of 
butterflies took off in my stomach.  She raised an eyebrow and looked me up 
and down with an expression that said  'I'm impressed. I may use you as a 
breakfast snack rather than eating you for dinner as I had planned!' Then 
she smiled.

'I'll get the Champagne.'

She returned with a bottle and two elegant glasses. She placed the glasses 
on the spur - scratched coffee table between the two armchairs and idly 
pulled on the cork, twisting it out of the bottle without even undoing the  
gold foil or the wire cage! There was a muted pop and she poured the 
frothing wine into the glasses, spilling quite a lot carelessly,  
deliberately. Then she squatted down in front of  me, putting her right hand 
on my thigh. It seemed to send a jolt of electricity up my leg.

'Cheers!' She raised her glass and I picked up mine and chinked the two 
together.

She downed the whole glassful quickly and squeezed my thigh at the same 
time.

'Ooh! This is good stuff! I've just taken delivery of two cases of it so I'm 
glad.'

I agreed but was worried about my leg.  What could have been an involuntary 
closing of her fingers as she tasted the cold wine felt like a some bolt 
cutters being  tightened up. Her red polished nails were digging into me 
painfully.

'Ouch!' I said trying to smile at the same time. She looked down at my leg.

'Sorry. I must be careful with you! Concentrate Glo!' she said playfully.

Be cool!  'How come you can do all these things?'

She held her glass out to me and flexed her right bicep so that the jacket 
sleeve bulged as if there was a cricket ball stuffed up it.

'You mean this?'

I filled her glass. 'That! You must work out every day to get as strong as 
you are.'

She smiled at me as if I had missed some point.

'I do the workouts to loosen up. The strength is just natural.'

'What!  It can't be! You are as strong as a gorilla!' The simile just popped 
out but didn't sound quite right so I added 'And look like an angel!'

She seemed highly amused.

'It would take an army of gorillas to give me a problem. And they had better 
bring a few tank divisions with them for support!'

I laughed. She was being silly and her eyes were so bright and sparkling. I 
watched her down the second glass. At this rate we would need another bottle 
soon.

'I admire your confidence! I said, following her tack.

'I'm serious.' She said raising an eyebrow.  'I really am that powerful!'

'OK, OK I believe you.' I said mockingly. She gave a theatrical yawn and 
looked over towards the large fireplace.

'Tell you what,' she said,  'see that poker over there. Go and pick it up 
and tell me what you think it's made of.'

I walked over and grabbed it - a very heavy ornamental poker - three feet 
long and half an inch in diameter. It was shiny and didn't look like cast 
iron.

'OK, I'd say half inch gauge steel, solid by the weight of it. So what?'

'Try and bend it.' She said, flashing me one of her sexy cheeky grins.

'Don't be daft!' I said.

'No go on, make sure it isn't made of lead or something.'

I played along because I was enjoying the game and the champagne was having 
its first effect. I clowned around, first trying it against my knee and 
pretending to be surprised that it  would not bend. She giggled. Then I 
rested one end on the raised hearth with the other end on the carpet and 
jumped up and down on it making funny faces and doing chicken wing flaps 
with my arms. She laughed. I was a star and responded to my audience. Then I 
did a mime artist's pose of thinking hard for a few seconds. The finale was 
beating one of the logs to death with it until bits of bark were flying 
everywhere.
I was quite exhausted.

'Nope. That is half inch solid steel or I'm a Dutchman!'  She laughed again 
and waived her empty glass at me.

'Bring it over here - and fill up my glass!'

I sat back down in the armchair and filled the two glasses. Glo was 
twiddling the poker in her powerful fingers like a pencil.

'Remember that tankard?' she said. How could I forget it! I nodded. 'Well a 
gorilla could do that, possibly, but not this.'

She stopped twiddling the poker and arranged her fingers like you would if 
you were going to snap the pencil.

'Watch!' She flexed  her fingers and the poker started to bend! This I could 
not believe! I was seeing it but it just could not be! She continued until 
the poker was a perfect U shape. No chance of being cool now! I was gaping 
again. Party trick? But how could it be? Then she took the ends and tied a 
knot in the bar as if it was a piece of rope, even pulling the ends 
afterwards to tighten it! My mind was blown again.

She tossed the poker to me and stood up.

'Put that back in the fireplace, will you. I'll go and get another bottle.'