The Mare at the Fair

The Mare at the Fair

Three summers ago I visited a fair in Florida and ran into a frisky mare that wanted to play.

I’d been into mares for quite some time, and usually could figure out when they wanted to mate. Sometimes, though, they took me by surprise, and they became the aggressor.

The air was humid and it was hot at the large fair. There were many rides and exhibits, and I wandered around most of the day taking in the sights. I ambled into the stable area and checked out the livestock, then went to the horse area. There were quite a few horses in individual stalls, and their owners were busy brushing and feeding them, getting ready for various events. Each stall was walled on all sides, with only bars on the door to see through.

As I walked past one stall, a horse poked its head partly through the bars of the door, so I stopped to pet it. There was no one taking care of this horse, so I decided to pet it. Touching its nose, which was sticking out through the bars, the horse responded by sniffing deeply in my direction. Curious, I thought. This horse seems interested in me.

I approached closer and the horse sniffed again, this time a little lower, toward my crotch. I looked around, embarrassed that the horse was checking out my package, but no one was paying any attention. Pretty sure this is a mare, I thought, and, sure enough, right then the mare turned around to reveal herself to me.

Before I could look away, the mare raised her tail and winked her pussy at me, letting loose with a small stream of urine in my direction. I had to move quickly to get out of the way, as it splashed onto the floor outside the stall, barely missing my shoes.

I hurriedly looked around again to see if anyone had seen the spectacle, but everyone was busy with other horses.

Wow, I thought, as the mare flashed her pussy at me repeatedly, this is too unreal. A horny mare flashing me in broad daylight and with all these people around!

The mare turned back toward me and I continued petting her, careful to make it seem innocent. But deep within me a fire was building in my loins to mate with the frisky mare. I started to get hard, thinking of the possibility that I might have a chance to bone this mare in a very public place, but I knew it was impossible during the day. But what if I came back after dark?

I pulled away from the mare and walked away, looking back. The mare watched me leave. This opportunity happens rarely, I thought, but the risk was too great right now with so many people around.

I could not get the mare out of my head as I wandered around the fair, waiting for darkness to fall. My gut told me it was crazy to even consider going back to the stall, as there were just too many people around. But I could not stop thinking about the chance of a lifetime that seemed to be waiting for my back at the barn. Finally I told myself to be patient, there might be a time to try this crazy idea.

After several hours it began to get dark, and I went back to the mare’s stall. There were still too many people around. One good thing was the owners of the mare were not around, and I just had to wait for the others to leave for the night.

Hour after hour I waited near the barn, until it was nearly midnight. Finally, most of the horse owners left, and I knew it was time for action.

I walked around the entire barn, checking to see how close the remaining workers were. Most were on the other side of the barn, and looked like they were just about to leave.

When the coast was clear, I went back to the mare’s stall and looked around one last time. All was clear, and it was beginning to quiet down in the barn.