A Very Exciting Teenage Holiday

Dear readers,

Is there anything more exciting for a young man than being introduced to the secrets of physical love by a significantly older, attractive, sexually experienced woman? Well, I am one of those who actually had that luck as I was 18, and I thank Ariane for making this possible for me, to this day. I’m also grateful to Ulrike, the sweet girl with whom I had the chance to expand my new sexual experience in a wonderful night and several days and nights after. Ariane and Ulrike have had a special place in my heart ever since!

The following story actually happened exactly as I tell it here. I have added nothing and omitted nothing that I could dig up from the depths of my memory. But now please join me in my memories of my experiences that took place in 1980 at a horse riding farm in Malente, a tranquil town in northern Germany. The farm was called “Hof Bast” and still exists under this name today as a holiday paradise for horse-loving and nature-loving people.

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My very special Horse Riding Holiday

It was going to turn out as a hot summer for me in every respect. Although I was already eighteen, I still had one school year to go, due to an involuntary “honory lap” after fifth grade [German school ends with grade thirteen]. Even though I was one oft he oldest in my class, I still didn’t have a steady girlfriend. I was completely inexperienced when it came to girls, and especially when it came to sex! At that time, I found fulfillment in athletics, which represented a kind of substitute satisfaction for me, as I was at least quite successful in that area.

It was supposed to be my last summer vacation before I left school to start my physiotherapy studies. This time, my parents had, as an exception, sent me alone to a riding stable in Malente, a small town on the Holstein Lake District, way up in the northern region of the Country. They wanted to use the time to do some renovation work on our house and get me out of their way during this project. I had already spent the previous summer vacation at the same riding stable with my parents, having a lot of fun, because every day I had the opportunity to go on long rides with a group of young people in my age and spend the evenings around the campfire. Accordingly, I was looking forward to this second vacation in Malente, but this year it was to take a completely different course. But more on that later.

Mr. Graage, the old riding instructor and farm owner, who had taken us on many rides the year before, had unexpectedly passed away a few weeks before my arrival. For insurance reasons, horseback riding outside the farm was no longer possible this time, as the substitute instructor hired at short notice lacked the necessary qualifications. So, riding was limited to a single lesson a day, during which I, in a group of mostly small children, could do little more than ride around in circles in the indoor riding arena. With the exception of a girl about my age named Ulrike, who was actually quite sweet but somewhat brittle and aloof, only much younger children spent their vacation with their parents at the riding stable this summer. Ulrike spent the entire day arguing with her parents over silly things, which is why I didn’t particularly like her from the start. So, it seemed like it would be a particularly boring vacation this time!

My room was in the attic of the farm and, although small, was comfortably furnished. Next to my room there was a shower room, which was open to the public, and on the other side was Ulrike’s room. I could clearly hear Ulrike through the thin wall as she washed in the morning or moved noisily in her bed at night. Once, I heard her sneeze, which was as loud as if there had been no wall separating us! It’s a shame she was such a bitch. If she had been a bit more sociable and less bitchy, I certainly wouldn’t have been averse to a little holiday fling, especially since she was really very pretty.

Since I didn’t know how I was going to kill time all day after my morning riding lesson, I spent most of the day in my room reading an erotic novel by Emanuelle Arsan, which I had bought at the train station bookstore before heading north. Emanuelle and the other protagonists of this novel really got me worked up, so I had to relieve myself several times a day by reading the same passages over and over again.

Whenever I didn’t feel like reading, I would go to the nearby Kellersee lake to observe fish and amphibians or simply relax. After a few days, however, the lake had lost its appeal, and I’d finished the erotic novel. So, out of sheer boredom, I explored the farm, the stables, and the surrounding grounds. The indoor riding arena was reserved for a vaulting group that afternoon, and since I couldn’t imagine what “vaulting” meant, I simply went there to satisfy my curiosity. Ulrike, who was obviously bored as well, asked me if she could accompany me. Of course, I had no objections, and so we made our way to the indoor riding arena together.

Training had already begun, and acıbadem escort a horse was trotting along on a lunge line in the middle of the arena. A little girl of about eight years old stood on its back, performing various gymnastic exercises. At the trainer’s call, another girl ran into the circle and also swung herself onto the horse. One by one, each of the five children present had a turn and was able to demonstrate their skills. Ulrike and I certainly had a lot of fun watching and thoroughly amused ourselves, especially when an exercise went wrong and one of the children desperately tried to stay on the horse’s back.

When I spontaneously burst out laughing at one of the slightly botched exercises, the trainer noticed me and asked me directly if I could do better. I should please come to the middle of the gym and show what I was able to perform on horseback.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Firstly, I wasn’t afraid of horses, and secondly, I was a pretty good pole vaulter back then, so I was not completely inexperienced when it came to body control. I quickly found myself on horseback, and since I was obviously quite skilled, I soon had one of the small children on my back, while at the same time, on all fours while galloping on the horse, doing my best not to lose my balance. The trainer praised me for my skill and asked me if I would like to take part in the training regularly. She seemed to assume I was from the area and was visibly disappointed when I confessed that I was unfortunately only spending two holiday weeks at the riding stables. In any case, I had a lot of fun with the whole thing, at the end of which I slid off the horse, drenched in sweat. I couldn’t help but notice that after my time on horseback, Ulrike gave me admiring glances and suddenly looked at me with a completely different expression. Apparently, I had impressed her immensely, because she clung to me like a leech afterward. But this didn’t bother me, because I had already labeled her “not my type of girl” on the very first day of my vacation!

In any case, from that day on, I was the absolute hero among the large group of mostly younger children on the farm! I was constantly having to play the clown, especially for eight-year-old Verena, who was spending her vacation alone with her mother at the riding stables. That was the case that afternoon, too, as we all played soccer on the large lawn behind the farm. The sun was shining mercilessly in the sky, and sweat was pouring down my back. We had just started a new game when Mrs. Graage, the owner of the riding stables, suddenly appeared and asked everyone who wanted to go on a trip to the nearby Kellersee in the big horse-drawn carriage. Naturally, all the children were thrilled, and so it happened that I suddenly found myself alone on the lawn with Verena’s mother.

Verena’s mother had made herself comfortable on a deck chair in a secluded area of ​​the lawn behind a tool shed and put down her newspaper after the children had left. “Would you like to sit with me for a bit?” she asked, pointing to the empty deck chair next to her. “My name is Ariane, by the way!”

“My name is Michael,” I introduced myself and gratefully accepted the towel she handed me.

She watched with interest as I rubbed myself dry with the towel before lying down on the empty deck chair. I felt somewhat flattered to be spoken to by her. Secretly, I was even glad to finally be able to exchange a few words with an adult again. Hanging out with small children all the time can be quite exhausting!

“You’re really great with small children. Do you have any other younger siblings?” she asked me.

I told her that I only had one brother who was two years older than I, but that I’d been coaching a children’s track and field group since a few years.

“I always thought you were into sports, because I admired your powerful leg muscles yesterday while you was doing vaulting.”

„Oh, you have watches me?”

„Well yes, and I was very impressed by your skills and your athletic body.”

In fact, back then, as a track and field athlete, I had very muscular thighs and schoulders, but I never thought anyone else would notice.

“How old are you, actually? I’d guess you’re around 20.”

I told her my actual age and was secretly proud that she guessed I was older.

“And why are you spending the vacation all alone and not with your girlfriend?” she wanted to know. She responded with disbelief to my answer that I unfortunately didn’t have a girlfriend. “Unfortunately, I haven’t had a man for five years either, after I kicked that old bastard out.”

When I asked her, she told me that she had discovered that her husband was having an affair with a younger colleague and that she had been living alone with Verena ever since.

We lay silently next to each other in the sun for a while. “How old do you think I am, Michael?” she suddenly asked.

I wasn’t prepared for this question and therefore didn’t immediately know how to answer. She had a slim, athletic figure, which showed off bağdat caddesi escort very well in her bikini. Her stomach was flat and gave more than just a hint of the contours of her well-trained abdominal muscles. I liked her breasts most, the nipples of which were clearly visible through the bikini and magically drew my gaze, at least when I felt unobserved. The small wrinkles around the corners of her mouth and around her eyes suggested a more mature age, as the years had clearly left their mark there. Of course, I didn’t dare say this openly, so I simply lied, “Late twenties or early thirties, I’d guess.”

“Oh, thank you for the sweet compliment, I’m 42!”

“You don’t believe that yourself, do you, with that great figure you have!” I replied.

“Do you really think I have a great figure? What do you particularly like about it?” she wanted to know.

On the one hand, I was a little embarrassed by this question, but on the other, I was intrigued by the intimacy inherent in her answer, so I plucked up the courage and openly confessed my admiration for her slim figure, her flat stomach, and her very beautiful breasts. Inevitably, I felt my penis pulsate and fill with excitement at my own words. It began to erect inexorably. It’s hard to imagine that she hadn’t noticed! I tried to change my position so that the bulge in my pants was no longer too obvious and half turned my back on her.

“How is it that such a nice and handsome guy like you doesn’t have a girlfriend?” she wanted to know, giving me a pitying smile in return for my confession that I always fall for the wrong girls.

“Actually, it’s not healthy at all for us to be grilled here in the blazing sun without sunscreen!” Ariane said, getting up to get a bottle of sunscreen. “Don’t run away, Michael, I’ll be right back!” she commanded me with a smile and disappeared toward her apartment.

Shortly after, she returned with a large bottle of sunscreen. She had swapped her colorful bikini for a much skimpier, snow-white two-piece, the fabric of which was almost see-through. Even from a distance, I could see the darker shade that separated her areolas from the surrounding tissue of her wonderful breasts. Her pubic hair and the contours of her labia were also clearly visible through the thin fabric of her panties. The mere sight of this was enough to make my heart rate increase and make me feel like all my blood was rushing to my penis which instantly swelled to its full size. It made me want to sink into the ground out of shame.

Luckily, Ariane rescued me from my predicament. From a distance, she called out to me, “Lie on your stomach, Michael, I’ll put sunscreen on you!”

I was only too happy to comply, as this way I could at least hide my erection from her and resolve the very embarrassing situation. However, it wasn’t quite that easy, as I had to force my penis downwards, and I hoped without her noticing, in order to even lie on my stomach.

Ariane simply squatted over me on the lounger and sat on my bottom. I could clearly feel her intimate area on my sacrum. She laughed about me being shocked when she let a large amount of the cool sunscreen drip onto my back from a great height. While she rubbed sunscreen onto every square millimeter of my back with endless patience, I thought I could feel a circular movement of her pelvis. However, this seemed so unbelievable to me that I wasn’t sure whether I was just imagining it.

After she’d finished with my upper body, she slid down and, with the same patience, began working on the backs of my legs. As her hands slowly worked their way up the inside of my thighs, I felt even more blood rush to my penis, pressing it almost painfully against the firm cushion of the deck chair. Although Ariane didn’t let it show, she certainly hadn’t missed it. Again and again, one of her nimble fingers would sneak under the fabric of my wide-cut shorts as if by chance and touch the tip of my swollen glans for an agonizingly brief split second.

“Now, the front!” she suddenly demanded that I turn over.

I was terrified, but just managed to wedge my erection between my legs as I turned over. The idea that I could please her by showing her the bulge in my pants would never have occurred to me, and I thought it would have been very embarrassing for me if she had noticed my level of arousal. Moreover, she was now squatting on top of me again, just as she had been squatting on my bottom before. If I hadn’t gotten my hard cock out of the way in time, I would have shoved it right between her legs. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that she had deliberately sat on me in such a frivolous manner. In my youthful innocence, I wasn’t yet able to recognize this as a deliberate maneuver.

With the sun glaring from above, I closed my eyes and simply tried to calm myself and entrust myself to Ariane’s tender hands, which spread the sunscreen evenly and with unbeatable slowness over my upper body. When I again, and this time even more clearly, perceived a circular movement of her lower body, which kozyatağı escort she actually pressed against mine, I began to suspect that Ariane was aiming for more than just mutual rubbing of sunscreen. At that moment, I regretted having hidden my erection between my thighs, because the idea of ​​being seduced by a mature woman was beginning to fascinate me!

After Ariane had finished with my chest, she slid back down to take care of my legs. I was completely unprepared when she suddenly lifted one of my legs, and my completely erect penis was suddenly released from its supposedly secure grip on my legs. Like a switchblade, it shot upwards and stretched the fabric of my shorts like a tent roof! Ariane could only utter an astonished “Oh!” and gave me a mischievous wink. Her gaze fixed on the bulge in my pants. She took more sunscreen from the bottle and slowly began to spread it all over my legs. Starting with my feet, she slowly worked her way up my lower legs, kneeling between my legs so that she was spreading them further apart. Slowly, her hands moved in circular motions, higher and higher. When she finally reached the very top of my thighs, her fingers dipped under the wide leg opening of my shorts and into my groin, where they repeatedly, as if by accident, brushed over my testicles, sending a thousand lightning bolts through my nervous system. Because my penis was erect, it was beyond the reach of her fingers. I don’t know what I would have given at that moment if she had wrapped her creamed fingers around my manhood!

“Now it’s my turn!” she suddenly exclaimed, abruptly tearing me from my reverie. She pressed the bottle of sunscreen into my hand, lay face down on the lounger, and made herself comfortable. Still completely dazed, I opened the bottle cap with trembling fingers and knelt down next to her with the sunscreen. Squatting on top of her the way she had done to me seemed too daring.

“Please take off my top, I don’t want it to get smeared with sunscreen,” she begged me with a seductive smile no man could have resisted.

Since I was rather clumsy trying to open her top, she sat up and removed it on her own in one swift movement. For a brief moment, I had her shapely, bare breasts right in front of my eyes before she lay back on her stomach. The sight of her cherry-pit-sized, erect nipples hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I had to restrain myself from instantly ejaculating. Despite my limited personal experience, I knew only too well from my erotic holiday literature what kind of mood such hardening of the nipples in women indicates, especially when it’s not cold outside, but the sun is burning mercilessly from the sky!

So I knelt down next to Ariane again and began to rub cream into her back just as gently and slowly as she had done to me. Then I moved on to her legs, using small movements to feel my way higher and higher towards her beautiful bottom and the junction of her legs. The higher I went, the more Ariane spread her thighs, giving me an unobstructed view of her intimate area. A wet spot appeared here, making the white fabric of her panties even more transparent. I could clearly see the contours of her labia. Of course, I couldn’t resist taking a closer look, because she couldn’t see me since she was lying on her stomach. My fingers got closer and closer to this magical place, but just before I reached the promised land, my courage failed me, and so I kept my fingers a safe distance from the hem of her panties. Although she presented her thighs to me almost obscenely spread at the end of my exploration, I feared rejection.

“Alight, done!” I commented, finishing my work. I didn’t dare ask her to lie on her back, knowing she was topless. However, this didn’t seem to pose a problem for her. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she simply turned onto her back and presented her wonderful nakedness to me in all its glory.

“But please don’t leave anything out!” she urged me with a smile that would have melted the largest iceberg.

Expectantly, she lay back and closed her eyes. As if she wanted to give me even more chance to have a closer look at her body, she placed a folded towel over her face as an extra sun protection. My fingers began to tremble uncontrollably again as I once again spread the sunscreen in my hands. Soon I would be able to touch those beautiful breasts with my hands, and with her express permission! “But please don’t leave anything out!” went through my mind over and over again as I started on the front of her right leg. I stared, mesmerized, at her erect nipples as I slowly slid my hands up her leg.

When I reached her thigh, she pulled up her left leg and spread it wide to give me easier access to the inside of her thigh. She also spread her right leg slightly outwards, presenting me with a view that required the greatest willpower not to climax immediately. Now I could clearly see the contours of her labia and her dark pubic hair. Her panties were so wet by now that she might as well have taken them off without me being able to see any more details of her vulva! Luckily, Ariane had her eyes hidden by the towel, so I felt unobserved as I stared at her genitals and breasts. I was particularly captivated by her breasts, and I could hardly wait to touch them with my hands and spread the sunscreen around those wonderful nipples. Nevertheless, I took my time applying sunscreen to her stomach, as it would have been less intimidating if I did the same to her breasts.

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