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THE ENCHANTRESS - PART 1
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       BY THE MARQUIS DE BOOTS

  NOTE: This first part contains a lot of background material for the
  second part, and although it may be found to be intriguing, some
  may find it boring. But it is best to read it before reading the
  next part, or parts.

James White sat in the tiny office all alone. It was filled with a 
desk, a chair and a filing cabinet, and had a small window on the
left side. Rather messy, there were dozens of papers on the desk, 
as well as an empty coffee mug. It was a cold winter morning so White 
had the oil heater on in the office which gave it an odd smell. The
office was a cosy little place although White did not enjoy being in
it, as he would rather be out tending to the horses.

JW Horse Riding School was started by White and had been in business
for the past decade. White enjoyed tending to the horses and giving
lessons, and his girlfriend used to do the paperwork. But then she
caught him in bed with a fifteen year old girl and left him. That was
the last time he saw her. She too loved the horses and they'd often
go riding together, but that was such a long time ago. Now White had 
to take care of the paperwork as well as the rest of the business.

So he sat in the warm little office, the window steamed up, doing 
administration and the books of the business. He was middle-aged,
in his late thirties and had boyish good looks. A sharp aquiline
nose, and rounded chin, he was well built and the kind of guy you'd
find on the football team. White sat and cursed, he still had well
over an hour before his next lesson, and he had to do the admin.
"Well there's no going out until the next lesson, old chap" He said
to himself as he looked at the clock hanging above the door.

Then he heard the sound of a car coming down the road. "Who the hell
is that?" His voice echoed sternly. He moved over to the window and 
subbed some of the steam away and peered out. It was a white four by
four vehicle and he could barely make out the two people sitting in
the car when the window misted up again.

"Hello" It was a women's voice.
"Yes?" He answered.
"Hello, is this the riding school?"
"Yes it is, how can I help you?" He asked wondering if he had some 
unpaid debt.
"I would like to know if you're taking on new students?" The woman was
tall and had a shapely body. She wore a brown suede skirt that ended
above the knee, her legs were covered with brown tights and she had
a pair of black boots on that came to just below the knee. They weren't
riding boots though. She sported a lovely brown sweater that was very
thick and woolly, as well as a pair of brown leather gloves.
"Yes we are, are you interested?"
"Yes, my daughter would like to take lessons."
"Fill in this form for me."

He handed her a form and said, "It's pretty cold this morning, eh?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Are you new around here?"
"Yes, we are. My husband left me and my daughter, so we came here."
She bent over the desk to fill in the form and he could see her
cleavage, her breasts weren't small by a long way, yet they seemed
to fit her body perfectly. Thirty-six DD he though to himself.
"Well here you go." She handed the form to him and he scanned the
page. Candice Hillard, sixteen, and five-foot-six. He shoved the
form into a folder and into the filing cabinet.

"Is it possible that you can take my daughter for a lesson now?"
Now he had a reason to go out and give a lesson, and not sit in the
office doing the paperwork.
"Yes, I can tae her now. Would you like a tour of the facilities 
first?" He asked.
"That would be lovely, I'll go get my daughter."
"Certainly Mrs. Hillard."
She turned and looked at him, "Please call me Grace."
"Grace." He said it softly almost whispering to himself as she marched
out the door and got her daughter.

They both returned shortly.
"This is Candice, and this is,..."
"Mr White, James White."
"Pleased." Said the girl as she shook his hand. She was a splitting
image of her mother, tall and shapely, although her breasts weren't
as large as her mother's. She was already dressed in riding gear, a
black cap, jacket, gloves, white breeches and black riding boots.
"Well I see you came prepared."
"Yes." She said blushing slightly.
"Well that's good. Shall we?"

They blundered out into the cool morning air, the snow was thick on
the ground yet the sun made it rather warm. The three did their rounds
to the stable, the three practice rings and the indoor ring as well as
the jumping course. And then they went back to the stable.
"We also have a bathroom facility, many of our students like to shower
after they've ridden, or if nature calls, it's there."
The proceeded to walk on a while, leaving Candice at one stall.
"Do you run the school on your own, Mr White?"
"Yes, Grace. I do."
"It must be hard work."
"Well I love it, so it's what I enjoy doing, whether it's hard work
or not."
At that point Candice giggled loudly. She was standing near one of
the open stables and a horse had begun licking her ear.
"That's Candice for you. Always messing around."
"Kids are always like that."
"Do you have kids of your own, Mr White?"
"I'm afraid not, didn't get married. I would have loved kids, but
they are a big responsibility. Now the horses are my kids."
"May I ask why you didn't get married?"
"Well my fiance caught me in bed with one of my students, a
fifteen year old. Well since then I don't get too friendly with
my students."
"I see, well I had better get going, I have some errands to run.
What time should I come get her?"
"In an hour or so."
"Thank you Mr. White"
"Goodbye."

She went and said goodbye to her daughter and left them alone. He went
over to Candice who was still playing with the horse.
"Well she likes you."
"Yes, I think she does."
"Then I guess we'll have to saddle her so you can ride her."
"Can I saddle her?"
"Have you done it before?"
"Yes, I used to take lessons in my old town, but now we moved here."
"Well then, saddle up!"

The girl went into the stable and placed a blanket on the black mare
and the tried the saddle, which was an English style saddle. The
girl battled to get it over the horse's back. White grabbed it and,
standing behind the girl, flung it over the horse's back.
"Thanks" She said with a hint of embarrassment.
"Anytime." He said still standing behind her. She turned and her braid
of blonde hair hit him gently in the face. He stood for a moment and 
then moved so she could put a bridle on the mare. The girl did it
with ease and he guessed she had done it lots before.

They took the mare and went into the indoor ring. It was a lot warmer
in the ring and they immediately started to warm up.
"It sure is cold outside" She said nonchalantly. "Give me a leg up?"
He was hindered for a moment and then helped her up and was amazed at
the sight of her firm buttocks, deeply parted by her jodhpurs, rising 
in front of him and settling deeply into the saddle. 
"Adjust my stirrups for me."
He couldn't help but acquiesce at her orders. He fumbled with the
buckles a little until she was sitting very deep in the saddle. She 
took off in a slow trot.

"Ok lets see what you can do." He shouted half to himself.
She went round and round the ring, going through the motions and
settling in shortly. Then she got into a slow canter, concentrating
hard on the horse's natural rhythm. She looked really experienced he
thought to himself. Her head kept bobbing up and down as she went
along, and her butt jumping ever so slightly out of the saddle.

He noticed her expression was one of hardened concentration and that
she was now breathing deeper according to the rhythm of the hoofbeats.
White was distracted by her lovely ass riding the saddle harder and
faster as the horse started to gallop. Her gloves were holding hard
onto the reins and she started to moan softly, then louder and quicker
as he realized what was happening. She was pushing her self over the
limit and the ecstasy she was getting was immense. She kept grinding
into the saddle until she exploded in orgasm, screaming out in
ecstasy.

He couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jodhpurs, but it was
extraordinary how she had cummed. It had happened before, but the
rider was an older woman, and she only moaned slightly. This girl
had pleasured herself in the most sensual way he had ever seen.
She had let go so easily and slumped forward in the saddle as the
horse came to a stop. She was shaking slightly, somewhat from the
chill but mostly from the climax.

She slowly got out of the saddle, and White turned and looked away
from her, to hide his manhood, which was now huge and accentuated
by his tight jodhpurs. She stood behind him and softly apologised.
He didn't reply to her apology but simply said, "Go shower." 
She headed towards the bathroom and he noticed that her crotch was
soaking wet, while she caught sight of his manhood from the corner
of her eye. This made her blush, but he didn't see.

The water ran softly and he heard the soft patter as it hit the floor
of the shower. White was sitting on a bench outside the bathroom and
thought about what had happened. In his mind's eye he saw the instant
when she had climaxed, how her eyes shut tightly, her sensuous lips
parted to let out her cry of ecstasy, how her braid jumped up from
under her riding cap momentarily before her whole body spasmed. It
was truly amazing. 

Now as he imagined her in the shower he was tempted to go in. It would
be really great to see her naked body under the warm water, the steam
getting all over. No he couldn't, and he wouldn't initiate the first
move. He could lose his licence and business. He had to be cool and 
calm about it. After all she was just a young girl. But she was a
sensuous girl at that.

The water stopped and he got up. It was time, but he had to remain
calm. He knocked on the door and heard her voice inside.
"Yes?"
"It's me." He said softly, not knowing what to say.
She opened the door and stood in front of him, her long hair soaked
and hanging about her shoulders. She was wrapped in a light blue 
towel.
"I found these, you might want them." He handed her a pair of jodhpurs
that a girl had once left behind.
"Thanks." She stretched her arm out to take them and the towel fell to
the ground, leaving her naked. They looked at each other in silence
for a moment, then turned around. She picked up the towel and wrapped
it around her again. "Ok, you can look now." She said.

He turned around and looked into her deep blue eyes. They seemed to
pierce right through his eyes and into his mind, reading his every
thoughts.
"Well, get dressed and come into the office for some hot chocolate."
He was about to leave when she said, "Thanks for the pants."
"Sure." He turned and headed for the office.

Sitting in the office he thought about her body, how the towel slid
down her smooth skin and left her naked. How her round perky breasts
stared at him from her chest. And how the nipples became erect as
soon as they met the cold air. Her pubic region, with it's minimal
amount of hair. She was divine. She was at the door.

She came in carrying the pants that he had given her. She had now 
changed into a new outfit and had a bag over her shoulder. She was
now wearing a black leather mini, white tank top that accentuated her
breasts, black stockings and black leather shoes. Over her arm was a
black leather jacket. The outfit was stunning. Candice sat in the
chair opposite to White.

"Well,..." He said getting up and going over to the coffee machine.
"Well." She sighed.
"Hot chocolate or coffee?" He asked.
"Coffee, I need some caffeine."
"Great, two coffee's coming up. The coffee machine had already made 
the coffee so he just had to pour it.
He handed her a mug and sat down with his.

"I wont,..." He began but was interrupted by her looking into his eyes,
those deep blue eyes, which were now covered with make-up.
"You wont what?"
"I don't think we need to mention this to your mother."
She just sat and nodded, her eyes fixed on his.
"Well then." He sighed, not knowing what else to say. At that instant
a car came down the road and stopped outside. It was her mother.

She came in to find the two in the office, White pretended he was busy
and Candice was reading a magazine.
"So you done?"
"Yes."
"I see you had a shower and changed."
"Yeah."
"Grace, your daughter,..." He saw the look on Candice's face, "She's
one heck of a rider." He had no intention of spilling the beans.
"I'm glad to hear it. Shall we see you next week?"
"Next week, same time, same place!" He smiled. And with that the two
left the office and the car headed down the road.

THE END

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