The making of a Pony - Part 3 (By Henry)

She walked along with him, confused in her feelings.  Part of her wanted to run away back home where it was safe and she would be rid of these strange new feelings; while the greater desire was to stay by his side in the hopes that an opportunity to “test the waters” availed itself. 

Within the park were playgrounds for the small children, and as they passed one of the playgrounds some children were giving each other piggy-back rides while a few others were playing “horse” and giving “horsie rides” on all-fours rides with each other.  She studied their activity intently.  For the first time in her adult life she wondered how it might feel if a man, certainly not any man but possibly this man who was with her, were to sit on her back and ride her- with her on her hands and knees.  She flushed with sudden desire and also with embarrassment at the thought.  She could not ask that of this man, the impropriety was too great. Possibly however, she could goad him into permitting her to carry him “piggy-back”, maybe that was within reach.   

“The children seem to be having a lot of fun”, she said, not particularly to him, but as a general statement. 

“They certainly do; As a kid I remember giving and getting piggy back rides too”, he responded. 

Too far of a reach to just offer him a ride flat-out she thought.  “I had a few brothers who thought I was their personal horse and demanded rides all the time”, she said.  There was some truth to that statement she rationalized... it wasn’t a complete fabrication. 

“Just Brothers, no Sisters?”, he asked.

“Just Brothers, and they could be really rough on the only girl in the family.  This girl learned quickly that among a bunch of brothers you couldn’t act like a girl; They were always trying to get the better of me”.

“and how did they succeed?”, he asked… making a mental note that it would REALLY be a bad idea  to try something with this girl that wouldn’t be appreciated.

“Not well at all, I was too strong for them; but I did humor my younger brother with a piggy-back ride now and then” was her reply, skillfully redirecting the conversation back toward where she wanted it to go.

“Being younger, he was probably easy to carry” he responded.

There was her opening she thought, and she seized the moment.  “Not any harder to carry than you would be” she stated as she stopped and looked at him with a devilish smile.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, returning her invitation with his own advance.

 With that she turned, bent slightly at the waist, placed her arms out to catch his legs, and bending her knees she stooped down so he could mount her.  “Get on and we’ll see”, was her reply.

She took his weight easily as she knew she would; he felt lighter than the bags of livestock feed she had routinely carried back home, and he was a far more cooperative burden: with his arms around her shoulders and upper chest and his torso partially lying across her back; his legs resting easily on her forearms.  She thrilled at this opportunity to carry him.  It would be quite a while before she grew tired and she resolved to carry him as long as she could or until he objected. The moments grew to minutes, and the minutes to scores of minutes; still the delight in holding his weight and having him close against her remained unabated.  She reveled at the feeling of him pressing up against her and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.  His voice was now close and soft at her ear, his breath upon her shoulder;  he occasionally drew her hair away and kissed the nape of her neck.  It was too close, too intimate a feeling and she was not prepared for it and she was nearly overwhelmed by it.  If a simple piggy-back carry could do this to her, what might other types of carrying hold in store?

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The children, some giving and some taking rides, had his attention also.  How he longed to ride this beautiful girl beside him… but how to approach the subject?  Certainly not now, possibly later that evening.  Surely he would find a way after several dates and when he did, he longed for her to be receptive to it.

He was a-tune to her initial mention of a piggy-back ride and the innuendo that it inferred.  Piggy-back rides weren’t his forte’, but a chance to have this beautiful girl carry him in such a manner would not be refused, still his intuition told him he was dreaming if he thought such an offer was in the offing; therefore, her offer to carry him caught him totally off guard.  He struggled with the realization of what was being offered, and barely managed his response.  That she would actually offer him this ride and then prepare herself to receive him was incognizable, but there she was, patiently waiting for him to ride her.

He mounted her back with trepidation and gently but firmly placed his arms around her shoulders and upper chest.  She took his legs and lifted him to her back, lightly jostling him a few times until she had adjusted his weight to her liking.

“There’s not much of you is there?” she had stated with a giggle.

“That’s right, pick on the skinny guy, I guess that means you can carry me all the way back to the parking lot?”, He challenged.

“And you think I can’t?”, she responded with her own challenge.

“I never said that, I suspect that if you choose, you probably can”, came his reply.

And with that, they had both set an unspoken goal for her, though the parking lot was quite a distance away.

To say that he enjoyed the ride back would be an understatement.  She moved freely and easily under him, and pressed up against her; he loved the feeling of her body moving under him.  He cherished her voice, her manner, the feel of her, the smell of her, the way she was soft to his touch, the way she carried him along: exuding confidence.  He loved to caress her, hold her, kiss her.  She was getting to him and he willingly surrendered to those  feelings.

The parking lot was finally, and regrettably, attained.  She had carried him for nearly twenty minutes and the task did not appear to be difficult for her.  He was amazed at her strength and he longed to pony ride her.  Though this piggy back ride wasn’t pony riding, it wasn’t that far off; especially when he had such a beautiful, competent girl carrying him.  He thought of the pony rides that, a few moments ago, had seemed so far from a reality and that suddenly, seemed much closer.  If only this had been a pony ride back to the parking lot his bliss would be complete.  He reasoned that, though pony riding this girl was still a far cry from a reality; the prospect of riding her in that way had just loomed much closer.