Dirty Britches

Serena Blair stands at the stable doors, brushing straw off her white gloves, when Lyra Law walks in. Tall, blond, tight jeans hugging every inch of her legs. She asks for a saddle strap and Serena hears her voice for the first time, low and careless. Lyra swings her hair, and something inside Serena clicks, tight and fast. They talk, and Lyra doesn’t bother hiding who she is. She steps forward, grabs Serena’s chin, and plants a hard kiss on her mouth. Serena tastes salt and toothpaste. She loses her footing. Lyra holds her there, tongue pushing in deeper until Serena whimpers against it. When Lyra’s fingers slip under her shirt to pinch her nipple, the stable girl doesn’t pull away. Serena tries to look over her shoulder, worried about riders showing up. Lyra laughs, peels her tank top off, and throws it onto a hay bale. Her tits are bare, nipples stiff. Serena’s mouth goes dry. Lyra steps behind her, loosens the belt, yanks Serena’s riding pants and panties down in one motion. The taller woman slides two fingers between the folds of her sex and feels Serena leaking. Boots still on, jeans halfway around her ankles, Lyra turns to show her bare ass, heavy and round. She slides her riding boots into Serena’s hands, tells her to pull them on and nothing else. Bare skin against leather makes Serena shiver. Lyra tips her backward into the straw, spreads her, and dips her tongue between swollen lips. Serena’s back arches. Lyra works fast, circles the clit, sucks, fucks her with two fingers until Serena grabs a handful of hair and shudders through the first orgasm of her life with another woman, thighs locking around Lyra’s ears. Lyra climbs up, smears the wet kiss onto Serena’s mouth, then straddles her face. She holds the barn beams for balance and rocks her cunt down onto Serena’s tongue. Serena licks, hungry now. Lyra leans against the wall, spreads her cheeks and Serena gets the picture. She lowers her mouth to the tight little hole, dragging her tongue over it while Lyra grunts above her. Then Lyra drops to the ground, pushes Serena against the wall, worms underneath her legs and sucks hard on her clit until she comes again, shaking. Serena tastes herself on Lyra’s lips. She kneels and buries her face for the first time between another woman’s legs, licking, matching the rhythm she just learned. Lyra grabs her hair, grinds, and shoots wet down Serena’s throat when she finishes. They fall tangled on the floor, mouth to cunt to mouth again, frantic and loud until every inch of straw sticks to their bodies and both women end up soaked and spent.