Alisons boots and falls

It was her 30th birthday & as soon as they had finished breakfast Ali opened her cards & presents; a new pair of jodhpurs from the girls, and from her husband, Mick, a pair of long leather riding boots. She had started taking riding lessons 8 months ago, and until now had been riding in Wellingtons, then a pair of cheap rubber riding boots which were a loose fit and ended nearly two inches short of her knees. Her new boots were an expensive leather pair with garter straps, and came right up to her knees, the leather cutting in a bit when she bent her leg, but it would soften with use.

There was a second present from her husband, a pair of stockings and a suspender belt. She rarely wore stockings, preferring the comfort and convenience of tights, but she was going riding this afternoon wearing the new boots he had bought her, and riding would make her feel horny (although she kept this to herself), so she rashly offered that she would wear them when they went out for a meal in the evening. She expected he would want her to keep them on in bed, but she would decide whether she wanted to do that later.

Now she got changed into her blouse, skirt and tights and, with her riding clothes and new boots in a bag, she said good bye & headed off to work, leaving Mick to drop the girls at school. Her friend picked her up outside the house, when they finished work at lunchtime they would be off to meet two other friends to go riding.

The morning seemed to drag, but lunchtime eventually arrived. She met Jenny in the locker room where they changed into their jodhpurs and boots, and then drove to the stables, where they met the other two girls.

Her three friends all owned their own horses, and today they had arranged the loan of a fourth horse, so that Ali could ride with them. The horse they were borrowing was bigger and trickier to handle than the girls own horses, and as Ali was the least experienced rider she would ride Jennys horse, while the others each took a turn on the loaned horse.

They had been riding for about 90 minutes and were now heading back towards the stables. It had been a good ride, really sociable and all four horses had been well behaved. Each of the other three girls had taken a go on the borrowed horse and said he was exciting to ride. Now one of them suggested Ali have a go on him.

Although the idea of having a go on the horse excited Ali was hesitant, as she could see he was a handful and she was a relatively inexperienced rider. Then all three of the girls were egging her on, saying she should do it because it was her birthday, and that she should make good use of her new riding boots, and Ali allowed herself to be persuaded.

Once in the saddle she was quickly aware how much bigger her was then the horses she was used to, and how lively he was. The rode off, heading back towards the stables, and she found that although he was lively and needed a firm hand she was able to control him, and her confidence grew.

Even while she was on Jennys horse the feeling of being astride and in charge of a powerful animal combined with the sensation of the saddle rubbing against her thighs and crotch had made her feel horny. Riding this horse was having an even more potent effect. She could feel herself sopping wet, and all of a sudden she felt a climax building. She tried to suppress it, knowing not wanting the others to see, and knowing that it would give her a momentary loss of control of the horse.

It was to no avail, seconds later she shuddered and stifled a cry as she orgasmed, but she managed to keep her balance and keep control of the horse, or so she thought. She was just starting to relax when he spooked at something, and before she knew it she was flying from the saddle and landing hard on the ground.

She was shaking and tears flooded down her cheeks as the other girls dismounted and came to her aid. She tried to stand up, only to fall down again, then they were carefully helping her up, and checking her over. Jenny was apologetic for having made her ride the horse, the others were keen to know if she was alright.

Gradually she calmed down, and there was a debate as to whether she should remount the horse, or whether it would be safer to ride Jennys horse. Although she really didn?t want to get back on the horse she had fallen off of, she knew she should, and hers was the casting vote. Fortunately they were only ten minutes ride from the stable, but it was the most scary ten minutes of riding Ali had done.

An hour later, still in her riding clothes Jenny dropped her home. She limped up the path, her leg sore from her fall. She had calmed down, and had thanked her friends for the ride, which she had enjoyed up until her fall. Mick came to meet her in the hall, and the moment he asked if she had a good time she burst into tears again.

Putting a gentle arm around her he walked her through to the lounge and sat her down on the settee and cuddled her while she told him what had happened (omit the bit about the orgasm). He comforted her and in her distressed state she was only to happy to be taken in his arms.

Bit by bit the cuddling and comforting led to him gently caressing her, working his hands over her body, easing off when he encountered bruised areas. As he his went lower so she became more submissive. He reached her groin, which he was rubbing through her jodhpurs and she let him continue, bringing one leg up to ease his access. His other hand was now caressing her leg through the leather boots which she was so aware she still had on, and she was moaning with excitement. With one hand still on her booted lower leg the other undid her jodhpurs and, with some difficulty, slipped inside her tights and panties and bought her to orgasm.

There was no time to return the favour, as she had barely caught her breath when her father arrived at the door with her daughters. Seeing their mum looking dishevelled they asked if she was okay, and Mick told them she had fallen off her horse. They were worried by this, but she reassured them she was okay.

After a long soak in the bath, which helped ease her bruises Ali got herself dressed ready to go out. She had rashly said she would wear stockings, but still feeling delicate from her fall she felt she needed the comfort and security of tights, Mick would just have to accept her in what he referred to as passion killers. She did however put on her new pair of fashion boots, a long pair which came right to her knee, with a turnover, which could be folded up to make them over the knee boots.

They dropped the girls at Micks parents, where she was embarrassed again by them telling her mother in law she had fallen off her horse. Then they were off to the restaurant where they enjoyed a good meal. Between courses Mick lay his hand gently on her thigh, and inquisitive look on his face when he didn?t feel the suspender belt buckle he was expecting, looking hurt when Ali retorted that she wasn?t wearing stockings because she was hurt and upset following her fall.

The meal progressed and Ali found herself feeling more amorous and her mood changing. The kids were staying over at Micks parents, so they could have just gone home to bed, but it was still light out and another idea was forming in Alis head. While she was in the bathroom she made a couple of phone calls, and when the meal was over she got Mick to drive them home but wait outside in the car, telling him she would be about thirty minutes.

When she got back in the car, still in her skirt and boots, she drove, and handed him a sheet of paper to read. Her heart beat fast as she wondered if this would work, it was so much more than the odd fantasy they sometimes played out in the bedroom, Micks face was neutral, which didn?t give any clue except he didn?t think she was bonkers yet.

They arrived at the stables, and as she had hoped it was deserted. To her relief Mick popped straight into character telling her she was going to ride the big horse she was so afraid of, and telling her to get her riding boots on. Ali led them to the tack room, found the long rubber riding boots she knew were there. She unzipped her own boots and took them off, then pushed her nylon clad legs into these long rubber boots. They were two sizes too big, so they actually reached part way over her knees, and she clumped about in them as she grabbed the tack and saddled up the horse she had fallen off of early that day.

Mounting the horse, who was probably to big for her anyway, in a skirt and the long boots she was wearing was difficult and scary for her. With Mick beside her they entered the practice ring, its sand covered floor meaning the risk of injuries from falls was reduced, and he instructed her to start practicing.

She was learning to jump, but on school horses, so as she took him over the jumps she was amazed at how easily he went, and scared that each on was a potential fall. Her skirt was spread carefully covering her thighs and reaching down to her boots, occasionally as she jumped it would flick up and reveal a bit of black nylon. Mick stood and instructed her to try harder, but what he couldn?t see was that she had now changed into stockings and suspenders. For Ali the feeling on just her panties between the saddle and her crotch, bare thighs against the saddle leather, boots that were to long, and a horse she had already fallen off of once today, added up to a heady mix of danger, excitement and fear.

The jumps were raised and as she set round them a second time she fell off, loosing her balance and slipping from the saddle as the horse landed. She landed almost on her feet, the fell over, somehow not revealing her stockings. She was quickly on her feet, and Mick was ordering her to get back on which she did.

Progressively they raised the jumps, Mick urging her onwards each time. She was now jumping higher than she had in any of her lessons, and to her surprise staying on the horse. She slipped a foot from the stirrup as if she had lost it, and still stayed on, although it was a close thing.

Mick set two jumps a notch higher as she rode to the end of the arena. Ali slipped both feet out of the stirrups, her groin pushed hard against the saddle, in her head she had lost the stirrups on the last jump but had to go on. First jump and she hung on, second jump and her grip and balanced was not enough and she crashed to the floor, one of her riding boots falling off, her skirt riding up and now revealing the stockings she was wearing. The sand may have soften the fall, but it was still fast and hard and took her breath away.

Mick was now beside her, the bullying and unsympathetic instructor, telling her to put her boot back on and get back on the horse. She put fumbled to put the boot back on, but refused to remount, saying the horse was unmanageable and would throw her again. Mick was helping her up telling her that she hadn?t been thrown she had fallen off, and that like most girls she was not as good a rider as she liked to think she was. He led her into the tack room, and backed her up against the wall, and ignoring her cries of not doing this after she had just fallen off, he hoisted her skirt, pushed the crotch of her panties aside took her, the two of them quickly reaching a simultaneous explosive climax.

The events over they quickly untacked the horse and she changed her boots, and they headed home. At home she changed into her leather riding boots, and fell into the arms of Mick who was now back to being her sympathetic husband. He reassured her when she told him about her bullying instructor who had made her fall off her horse. He helped her up to the bedroom, where still in her stockings and suspenders and wearing her long leather riding boots, he gently and tenderly made love to her. Afterwards she drifted off to sleep in hr husbands arms, with her boots still on, and dreamed of riding horses and falling off.

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