Convict Lake

Introduction:

Kelly goes on vacation to a favorite family locale. There she rides the horses and finds she is attracted to a stud dressed like a convict. Later she experiences the pleasures of riding a strong horse under the guidance of another woman. Finishing in a needed experience of her dreams.

Convict Lake
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Convict lake is nestled in a moraine crotch of the Eastern Sierra. Formed millions of years ago, the valley slowly filled in by sediment from melting ice sheets known as glaciers. Over thousands of years, the shifting ice ground away granite and left it as the only evidence of their titanic forces. When the valley tail filled with moraine a lake basin formed capturing the runoff from the high mountains. Now a vacation spot for valley folks looking for quiet and a place to escape the valley heat.

The story of Convict Lake echoes of the past wild country, cattle, gold, and gambling. It was once known as Monte Diablo Lake. Something about the Mount of the Devil. One devilish story says several convicts escaped from Carson City Jail and hid out at this spot. There they held off the posse sent to bring them back. Two members of the posse were killed near the lake. From there the stories vary; some say all the convicts received frontier justice on the spot, some say two were hanged for killing the slain posse members, and some other mixed stories.

Now it is a vacation destination far from the busy cities of Southern California and the sin and gambling of Nevada's old mining towns. Families come here every Summer to enjoy the spectacular views, vistas and quiet nature of the area. Local businesses have taken the stories of Convict Lake and created a themed village. One such business is the pack station. Horses for rent, ride or carrying gear and people into the back country for camping.

The horse, or greenhorn handlers all wear faded yellow jumpsuits just like convicts, with numbers on the front and the words “Convict Lake Jail” on the back. Many visitors have never ridden horses let alone seen one up close. So, the 'convicts' guide groups on horseback around large pens. They call out commands and keep an open eye on the city slickers. If the visitors have some experience they can ride on trails by the pack station.

Tilly and Jake are two of the handlers working the crowds of greenhorns. Yesterday, Saturday the crowds were thick and Jake was hovering around the more attractive girls while Tilly was having to keep an eye on the rest. When Sunday comes the crowds thin out for Church services held in the nearby town of Bishop. A small crowd of young kids and old ladies were lined up at the gate. Tilly looked at Jake and nodded. The sign for 'Time to get the show going.'

Jake, Tilly and the other 'convicts' head towards the crowd. A family van pulls up and out steps a plain looking young woman in her Sunday best; a long sleeved button down shirt, a pleated dress almost to the knees, ankle socks and flats. She was thin with mousy brown hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. Something black covered her legs to just below her hemline. Maybe spandex pants like a bicycle rider would wear. As the family van headed away the young woman ducked out of sight.

The handlers started their introduction to the crowd asking how many have ridden before. Then they separated them into groups; those that could ride the trail on their own and those that could not. As they guided the group to the stables they heard the bathroom door slam. Jake spun around. There was the young woman Kelly, her black leggings were gone, her shirt pulled loose, sleeves rolled and her skirt was hitched up to her thin waist. The hemline now well above her knees.

Her long skinny legs appeared even longer like this. She went from Churchy to Trashy in just a few minutes. Wendy knew today she was the most attractive girl in the crowd. She stopped after a couple steps and squeezed her knees together, her face went flush and she cleared her throat. No one noticed except Jake and Tilly. Kelly walked forward cautiously at first then more deliberate until she rejoined the crowd.

Jake smelled blood in the water, or at least her scent on the wind and instinctively heading towards her. Tilly knew what he was thinking and put a firm hand on his chest. She looked him sternly in the eye and shook her head, No. The tension was palpable. The two stared at each other for a moment. They looked like two convicts deciding who gets the new kid, the fresh meat. Tilly remembered seeing Kelly with her family yesterday. A couple times she wondered if Kelly was enjoying the movement of the ride a bit more than the average rider. The fact that she was back again today stirred Tilly's imagination. She wanted first dibs.

Yesterday Kelly wore loose faded jeans and a crumpled tee shirt. Today she looked completely different. Tilly suspected she must have been all set to go to Church this morning when she won the argument to skip it to ride the horses for some unknown reason. Tilly had an idea. Something else was going on. Kelly's sudden change of dress and the way she was acting. Her walk seemed sensitive, almost labored. Her expression guarded but excited. Tilly had the idea that Kelly would be riding more than horses today. Time would tell. She smiled at Jake and turned to intercept her charge.

Tilly introduced herself to Kelly and brought her to a horse. “This is Marshall. He's a very special horse. Very obedient and smart. He's been trained for parade and show.” Kelly brushed the horse's neck. “Hello, Marshall.” Kelly couldn't help but notice Marshall's muscular physique. Tilly helped Kelly place one foot in a stirrup to climb into the saddle. As Kelly lifted herself up over Tilly's head Tilly noticed Kelly's undercarriage. Bare skinned and pale, probably never seen the sun.

As Kelly swung one leg over Marshall's wide saddle, Tilly couldn't help but watch. Her skinny legs blended right up to her tiny red rump. Only a thin white line rode the crack between her cheeks. When Kelly landed on the saddle a short gasp escaped her lips. Tilly looked up at Kelly, “Everything OK?” Kelly nodded settling into the saddle, her eyes wide and a funny grin across her face. Tilly looked at her with a questioning look. Kelly took a deep breath and relaxed into the saddle with a smile, “I'm good.”

Then Tilly went to help Jake and the others. Kelly glanced from time to time at Jake. He and Tilly were getting everyone to their mounts. Once they were all saddled up, the groups were pointed to the trail or the arena. Each group filed out to their respective directions. Kelly was now watching Jake intently. Tilly came back to check on Kelly who looked impatient but focused. “Are you ready for the best ride you've ever had?” Kelly looked surprised, almost guilty. “What? What do you mean?” Tilly just smiled, “Marshall. Walk!”

Tilly grabbed Marshall's lead as he walked by and led them around towards the crowd of other riders on their mounts. They entered the arena and formed a circle to start the ride. As they slowly walked around the fence line Tilly watched as Kelly wiggled a little in the saddle. The steady rocking of Marshall's saddle kept Kelly smiling. She had been glancing around trying to catch Jake's attention until now. Now she was vacant. Her mouth went dry and her upper lip curled exposing her teeth like a dog getting a deep itch scratched. Tilly thought to herself, 'that didn't take long.' She wasn't the only one to notice. Some of the older women who were regretting their youth, watched her and acted disgusted by her display. Something they miss or wish they had in their aging lives.

“Marshall. Here!” ordered Tilly. The older women turned away. Kelly felt suddenly embarrassed, guilty even. She looked around. Maybe this was a mistake she thought to herself. Her stomach dropped. She had planned to celebrate her Birthday by enjoying herself, not sit in church with her family. Her plan had taken shape yesterday when she was here with her family. The wonderful rocking of the horse's saddle was intoxicating. She woke this morning with her hands between her legs after dreaming of Jake the handler, even tho he had ignored her completely. Kelly's frustration over Jake paying all his attention to the cute flirty girls made her angry. She wanted to show him what he was missing.

Marshall turned out of the lineup on command. He stopped in front of Tilly, “You OK there?” she said looking up at Kelly. Kelly was flush. She licked her lips and shook slightly, “Um hum.” Her eyes were bright but unfocused. She was unconsciously shifting her hips in the saddle. Marshall may have stopped but she was still grinding. The excitement was building quicker than Kelly had anticipated. Tilly was intrigued. Kelly began to wonder if she had bitten off more than she could... chew. Tilly could see it in her eyes, “Let's get you some water and take you to a quieter place.” Kelly blushed, her shyness took over and she could only nod her head. Tilly used hand signs to let Jake know they were going to the back arena. Jake grinned, 'lucky.'

As they headed away from the crowd Tilly asked, “Are you going to tell me what's going on here?” Kelly felt that wave of guilt again. She swallowed hard, “Its my Birthday. I... didn't want to spend it in church.” Tilly gave her water, “Your Birthday?” Things started to make some sense. “So, you're looking to have some fun? Maybe I can help you... Will you trust me?” Kelly felt something familiar in her words. The water helped settle her nerves and Kelly didn't want to stop. She swallowed another gulp and meekly responded, “Ok.” Tilly made a clicking sound and Marshall headed towards the back of the property. Kelly groaned as the movement settled into the saddle again.

Tilly told Kelly that Marshall likes to hear his rider call out 'Yee Haw!' “It gets him excited. Try it.” The motion of the saddle under Kelly kept her breathless. She could only squeak out a lite 'yee haw...' while her hips shifted back and forth. She felt embarrassed again as she realized the movement was driving her focus away from the conversation. She was floating in her own little fantasy. Tilly told her try it again. Only louder. Kelly worked up her breath, “Yee Haw!”

With that Marshall kicked up his back legs causing Kelly to be lifted from the saddle and dropped back down. “Fuck!” she called out with wanton abandon. Tilly was certain now that Kelly was riding something more than just the horse. She watched Kelly groan and grind a little into the saddle. “Was that good? Marshall liked it.” Marshall turned his long muscular neck and looked back, his eyes wide and his nostrils flared. He snorted and shook his head. Kelly caught her breath, “Um hum...” Tilly liked it as well. She was going to enjoy giving Kelly a birthday surprise she wouldn't soon forget.

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