Clair n Jo

As with most 19 year old English boys, I spent most Friday nights in our local watering hole ( the pub ). I had recently ended a two year relationship with a girl, which had started with all he lust and romance of kids that age and had ended when she caught me shagging her older sister, I ask you!
Anyway her I was single again and on the market, sat in our local with the “lads”.

As we sat drinking, in the corner, one of the local girls came over to us, drink in hand. “Can I join you?” she asked as she took the spare stool next to mine. “Yeah Jo why not”. replied Paul, lust in his eyes.

Jo was a 17 year old local hotty, unfortunately taken with a long time boyfriend, whom was stood talking to his friends at the bar. She was rather well stacked 38DD ish, or had a nice rack as our American cousins may say. Hair, Jennifer Anniston style and although no raving beauty she was attractive and not just for nice tits.

Jo sat and turned to face me. “Your not going out with anyone at the moment are you?” she asked. I gave her a puzzled look in return before replying “Not if you are offering?” which brought a huge cheer from my friends, for my witty response. “No..no it’s not me” she replied. Deep groan from my friends. “It’s my sister, she really fancies you and wants to know if you are interested?”

Now other than seeing Jo occasionally I didn’t really know much about her, her family had moved into the village a couple of years ago and I certainly didn’t know she had a sister. Jo, I assumed was about 17, so I also assumed that her sister must be 18 or 19 at the least? If her sister was anything like her then she was certainly worth checking out! “Well she obviously has the advantage over me as she has seen me but I have never seen her, so I’d like to have a discrete viewing before agreeing to anything” I cleverly informed her. Jo looked me straight in the eye, she was actually, now that I had the chance to have a good look at her face, rather than a stare at her tits really quite a lot more attractive than I first thought, she thought for a moment and then replied. “Well we go riding tomorrow and normally rest for a while at the bridge on Long Lane, why don’t you casually go past and have your discrete look then?”
“Good idea” I said “But don’t tell her”.

Tomorrow was Saturday, no football as it was out of season so I had nothing special planned. We arranged a time, Jo returned to her boyfriend as Friday night continued in it’s normal fashion, drinking and staggering home to bed.

Saturday morning, I spruced myself up and instead of driving the half mile to Long Lane decided to take my push bike, after all I could make out I was going for a ride, which I often did, and get a longer look at Jo’s sister rather than going by in my car, I reasoned to myself. I donned my tight vest top and my tight cycling shorts, I must admit, even to myself that I looked good. O.K. I wasn’t the tallest of blokes but I worked out and was muscular on top as well as having muscular thighs from cycling.
Off I set, being careful not to build up a sweat. Sure enough, as I approached the bridge, on Long Lane, there was Jo astride a large chestnut horse and next to her must have been her sister, sat astride a grey. As I got closer I waved to Jo and steadily pulled to a halt barely 5 feet away from the two of them. Jo returned my wave and smiled. “Hi, nice day for a ride”. I pathetically said. I was then able to turn to look at Jo’s sister. She had a riding hat on, long black hair, as apposed to Jo’s brown, a pretty face, slightly smaller breasts, I would guess at 36C but unlike Jo, who was really curvy, her sister was slim which made her breasts actually look even bigger and quite pale, considering the sunshine we had had this summer. “Hi I’m Dave” I said as I introduced myself, holding out my right hand to shake with her sister. (Not the best chat up line in the world!). “I’m Claire” she replied with the biggest smile on her face which revealed perfect white teeth. As her hand extended it also revealed that her jodhpurs were soaking wet at her crutch, her hand had been holding her reins, at crotch level so I hadn’t noticed the damp spot before. Claire must have noticed me staring at her crotch but made no attempt to cover up, the only problem was that I had an instant boner and in these tight shorts I couldn’t hide it if I had wanted to. A quick glance up to her face, before returning to her crotch revealed she too was staring at my crotch.

It seemed like ages before either of us could draw our attentions away, it was probably only seconds. “Eh… so your Jo’s gorgeous sister” I enquired, trying to lay on some charm. Clare was now looking at me rather than my hard on and replied, “Well yes, I mean I’m Jo’s sister, I don’t know about the gorgeous bit though”.
I twitched my head and said “Well you sure look gorgeous from here”. She coloured up and to attempt to cover her embarrassment I looked at Jo and asked “You going out tonight”?