Giving Tilly Some Fresh Excitement

The house was really quiet since my daughter went off to college a couple months ago. My wife died in an accident when our daughter was only a toddler, so I had raised her on my own all these years. We got a pretty nice settlement from the accident and bought a little ranch in the country. On the back 10 acres, I kept a couple of horses for the occasional trail ride but mostly because my daughter loved taking care of them. Right across the fence was a neighbor’s house, which was accessible from the next road over.

In this house lived a pretty girl named Tilly. Tilly also loved horses but didn’t have any of her own, so it wasn’t unusual for her to wander over whenever she saw my daughter out working or grooming the horses. She was probably not more than a young teenager when she first started coming over, which would make her about 14 now . . . maybe older.

As I mentioned, Tilly was a very attractive girl, with wavy blond hair and big blue eyes. Her body was trim and fit and looked fantastic in a swimsuit. I knew this because she had a swimming pool in her backyard and I had seen her out there dozens of times. A few times, she even slipped on her sandals and came over to see what we were doing with the horses, still wearing only her skin tight swimsuit. With her beautiful face and great little ass, I always knew she would grow up to be a knockout.

I hadn’t really seen much of Tilly since my daughter left for school. I would occasionally see her in her yard when I was out with the horses, and we would exchange waves and hellos, but I guess she didn’t feel comfortable coming over without my daughter around. With hunting season approaching, I decided to move my deer stand from the woods to a tree on the back of the horse pasture. There had been an overabundance of deer the past few years and I had been noticing them hanging out in the horse pasture a lot lately.

One evening later that week, I had gotten home around 10pm and gone out back to feed the horses. They of course were not happy that I was late with their dinner. I heard some noises in the woods off to the side and decided to climb up in the deer stand to see if the deer were coming through the pasture. As I was sitting quietly and looking around, I noticed several lights still on behind me at Tilly’s house. I guess since there was no house behind them, they didn’t have any of the window coverings closed and I could see her parents sitting in front of the TV monitor in the living room. The window of the next room over was also lit up and I could see a bed on the wall opposite the window with a frilly comforter neatly spread out across it and a dresser to its right with a mirror on it. It looked like a girl’s room, so I assumed it was Tilly’s. She wasn’t in it, so I only felt a little devilish . . . studying her room and imagining her lying in her bed . . . naked.

I hadn’t noticed the frosted little window just past her bedroom window until I saw someone moving through the obscured glass. It had to be a bathroom, as high as it was. I saw flesh colored movements several more times until Tilly suddenly appeared from the bathroom into her bedroom. She had a red towel wrapped around her body which covered her from her chest to just below her ass. I knew I wasn’t seeing that bright red in the bathroom window, so that must have been her naked skin. My mind was telling me that I should stop looking and climb down, but my body and growing cock wouldn’t move.

She sat down on her bed, facing the mirror and began brushing through her wet hair. After a few minutes, she went back into the bathroom. Again, my brain was telling me it was time to go, but my now fully erect cock was telling me to stay until she came back into the room. And was I ever glad I did. Tilly finally turned off the bathroom light and returned to her bedroom. Her hair was dried now and she still had her towel on . . . as she pulled some clothes out of the dresser drawers.

My mouth dropped open as she spun around and let her towel drop to the floor. It happened in a split second, but I saw her entire naked body before she sat down on her bed. I was seeing her from the side and couldn’t remember her having such beautiful tits before. They were small, almost pair shaped . . .but sure enough, from the side I could see her right nipple sticking up from her chest . . . atop a “handful mound of flesh”. She had beautiful tits, but no bush below.

I kept watching, waiting for her to do something, then I realized she was looking at herself in the mirror. First she sat up straight, pushing her chest out as far as she could, then she laid back on her elbows and tilted her head from side to side before opening her legs. I cursed the fact that I could only see her from the side as I felt my cock pressing against the inside of my pants. She admired her body another minute or two, then sat back up and leaned over, placing her feet into her panties, one foot at a time, and pulling them up.

When they reached her thighs, she rolled back, lifting her bare ass off the bed and pulling her panties the rest of the way up. After that, she found her nightgown and dropped it over her head, then put her arms in and let it fall over her body. She stood up and did a little dance (I presumed she had music playing), then walked over to the door and turned off the light. I could just barely make her out as she made her way back to the bed and climbed in. I watched until she got all covered up and stopped moving, then went back inside my own house and jerked off, imagining myself lying on her bed with her sitting up on top of me, brushing through damp hair while she rocked her hips up and down with my cock stuffed high up inside her.

The next time I saw Tilly in her backyard, I called her over to the fence and asked why she hadn’t been over in so long. “The horses miss having you around,” I told her. “You know . . . you can come over and ride anytime you want.”

“Really?” she asked. “I didn’t know if you would want me over without your daughter being here. I miss them too.”

She seemed genuinely happy that she could be around the horses again. In fact, she came over not 30 minutes later, while I was still in the barn messing around. She went to both stalls and talked to each of the horses while she stroked them with her hand. It was a sweet site to watch, especially since she was wearing a pair of tight blue-jean shorts and a bare midriff crop top.

“You can saddle one up if you want to ride,” I suggested.

“Can I just ride bareback?” she asked. “I’m just going to stay right around here.”

“If you want,” I agreed, walking over and helping her put a bit in the horse’s mouth for the reigns. She walked the horse out of the barn and when she stopped, I locked my fingers down low for her to step into . . . on her way up onto the horse’s back. She was facing me and put her left foot in my hands, then spun around and threw her right leg over the horse as I lifted her up.

I watched her tight little butt as it passed right in front of my face and tried not to moan. She looked down at me smiling as she thanked me and I once again imagined her looking down at me . . . as she rocked against my cock. She started off in a slow walk away from me, and her ass gently bounced up and down on the horse’s back, making me wish I was that horse.

I went back to what I was doing for a while, but couldn’t help but think about Tilly out there in tight shorts with her legs spread open on top of my horse. I walked out to where I could see her and as I watched, I wondered how a girl could not help but get turned on riding bareback. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it seemed like she was intentionally rubbing her pussy against the horse’s spine with every stride. When she turned to come back toward me, I could swear she seemed to try to sit more still as she rode. I walked out to meet her to make sure she didn’t need anything (but really . . . just to see her up close again on that horse).

“Do you hunt out here?” she asked as she got close. She was looking toward my deer stand as she asked.

“Not yet,” I replied. “But maybe this fall.”

“You better not shoot the horses”, she warned me with a grin.

“I’ll try not to”, I said, trying to get a good look between her legs . . . without her seeing me, just on the off chance that she was getting her jollies on my horse.

“Can I get in the stand?” she asked, turning the horse towards it . . . before I could answer. I followed on foot.

“Sure, if you want to,” I replied.

Tilly slid down the side of the horse until her feet hit the ground, then handed me the reigns and went to the bottom of the ladder. I watched her sweet little ass sway from side to side as she climbed, moving closer . . . so I was almost looking straight up at her. Her shorts did look a lot darker up between her legs, but that could have been the shadows, or where the seams come together, but I hoped it was wet from her pussy . . . being rubbed up against my big horse.

She sat down at the top and looked around, commenting on how different everything looked from up that high. She looked around behind her and noticed her house.