AH Fantasies Ch. 01

Date: 06.04.2009

Keywords: Ch., 01, Fantasies, AH,

*Sapphic Stable Seduction*

With a loud crash, the door slammed open, shaking the wooden frame as it hit the wall. Startled, Vana turned from the mare she was grooming and was transfixed by the silhouette blocking the doorway. The soft whickers from the horses in the stalls were the only sounds in the stable as the intruder stepped across the threshold.

The figure's riding boots clicked loudly on the wooden floor as she strode purposefully towards her. Vana's eyes traveled along the black, polished leather of the high boots that hugged tight calves, her eyes drawn to the white breeches snug against taut thighs. The muscles were long and lean, moving powerfully beneath the leather and fabric. Beneath a tailored yellow hunt vest that defined the delicate swells and curves of her torso, the woman's white shirt was open, exposing a glimpse of tanned skin. Vana's eyes, however, kept returning to the rider's right hand, which hung loosely against her side. Held in a loose grip was a slim riding crop that she tapped with a staccato beat against her thigh as she stood in front of the blonde woman.

"I've been looking for you," kbate drawled. A smile spread across her face as her eyes raked along the figure the woman before her. The smile grew when she realized where Vana's eyes were focused.

"See something that interests you?" she asked, raising the riding implement and slapping it against her other palm. The sound of leather on flesh sent a chill down Vana's spine.

Flustered, Vana raised a hand to her throat while a flush filled her cheeks. Her nervous gesture brought kbate's attention to the soft swell of cleavage beneath her riding blouse. Eyes lingering on the curves accentuated by the tight white cotton, kbate's own skin flushed as she allowed her gaze to travel from the flare of Vana's hip along the length of her thigh and calf, encased in light fawn breeches that left little to the imagination and only served to fuel desire. Forcing her gaze to return to Vana's face, kbate's eyes gleamed when she recognized the wistful look.

"Perhaps I can give you a private riding lesson," she intimated, flexing the crop between her palms.

"I'm quite an accomplished rider already," Vana replied lightly, her eyes never leaving kbate's hands.

"Ah, I should put you through your paces then." kbate's seductive tone washed over Vana and she closed her eyes to revel in its silky caress.

Awash in unconfessed desire and uncertainty, Vana didn't notice kbate moving closer. The blonde's eyes opened in surprise at the almost imperceptible progress of the crop along her thigh. Softly stroking along her hip and waist, the leather tip elicited goose bumps beneath its meandering trail.

"Bitch!" Vana gasped, her body flushing against her will as she felt the leather run along her midriff. Her heart pounding and her breathing laboured, Vana tried to resist the urge to relinquish her will, but the slow and taunting progress of the crop across her sensitized body was almost too much to take.

Guided by kbate's firm hand, the tip of the crop traced its way along the edge of Vana's breast, dipping briefly in the slight valley beneath the taut material. Vana's eyes clenched shut as she was consumed by the sensation of the supple leather pressing against her heated skin. Delicate at first, the pressure began to increase as the soft loop moved inexorably towards her neck. Following the gentle curve of Vana's throat, the crop came to rest beneath her chin. The shaft forced her chin up and her eyes snapped open; willful rebelliousness and an overpowering raw desire swirled in the grey blue depths.

Recognizing that the battle was almost won, a slow, calculated smile crossed the horsewoman's face and she stepped forward, pressing her body close without allowing their flesh to touch. Vana could feel kbate's heat swirling and merging with her own in the fingerbreadth of space between them. Their slow and ragged breathing synchronized, their chests rising and falling as one while the slamming beat of their hearts combined into a single wild rhythm. Vana's eyes widened as kbate moved closer still, mouth now hovering over her own then moving to the side, lips brushing her cheek as the rider leaned in to whisper in Vana's ear.

"Mistress Bitch," she corrected, her voice tempered with unspoken promises. Vana shivered at the feel of kbate's breath against her skin and groaned as the words sunk in.

"Never," Vana swore, her hands moving to kbate's shoulders, muscles tightening to push the other woman away in a last futile effort of defiance.

Grabbing Vana's upper arms, kbate drew her closer, throwing the taller woman off balance. kbate pushed the other woman backwards, spinning her around. A second push and Vana landed on top of a nearby bale of hay with a cry of surprise. kbate dropped to her knee beside her on the bale, one hand resting firmly on her back. Her other hand trailed the leather tip of the crop along the blonde woman's legs, following an unseen trail from her calf towards her thigh, moving higher while Vana squirmed.

"Passive," kbate growled softly, "isn't always a bad thing."

Raising the crop high above her head, kbate's arm swung down, the leather whistling in the air as it descended. Vana's muscles clenched in anticipation, her eyes tightly closed. The tip of the crop landed gently on Vana's ass, followed by another light tap as kbate pushed herself up off the bale.

"Damnit," Vana cursed, her eyes opening and a shimmer of disappointment peeking through her amusement. "I should have finished that scene before I gave it to you for review."

kbate let out a short laugh. "As I said, the transition from the confrontation in the middle of the stable floor to rolling about in the fresh hay is awkward. You may also want to cut down on the heaving breasts and endless lingering looks ... you run the risk of turning the story into a Lesbian Pulp satire."

"Most editors would have just explained where the problems were or suggested changes," Vana mused as she turned on her side, her head propped on one hand while she regarded her friend. She bit her lower lip and fell deeper into thought, twisting and turning her characters into new positions in her mind.

"When it comes to writing, it's always better to show than to tell," kbate explained, reaching towards the reclining woman. Clasping her hand, Vana allowed herself to be pulled up from the bale. kbate smiled as she brushed stray straw from the taller woman's hair.

"Looks like I have some revisions to work on," she sighed.

"Indeed," came kbate's amused response.

Grabbing the crop from kbate's loose grip, Vana playfully swatted the equestrian; the sharp sound of leather hitting taut flesh beneath her breeches reverberated through the stable.

"Now that would be a completely different scene to work on," kbate teased. Vana laughed aloud and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her towards the stable door.

"Let's go. My laptop awaits and I don't want to lose my inspiration," Vana chuckled.

"I'll put on the kettle for some tea while you rework the scene."

"That would be lovely."

Walking out into the fading sunset, the two women made their way back to the main house in a companionable silence.

"I don't suppose you'd let Samandiriel borrow your crop?" Vana asked, a decidedly wicked smile spreading across her face as they reached the back porch.

"Heh," kbate snorted. "I think not."

~ The End ~

"For kbate and Nirvanadragones ... :emoticon: "

Keywords: Ch., 01, Fantasies, AH,


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