1. A Monumental Affair


    Date: 12/11/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    The nearest I'd ever got was having a My Little Pony when I was about four or five. I don't remember liking anything equine then, let alone now! Still, I really wanted to get some snaps for my dad. "Come on Lucy. We've come all this way. Can't we at least check it out?" I said, with the most pathetically big eyed pleading face I could muster. "Pleeease." "Sure," she said. "But there is no way in this world you're getting me on horse." We thanked the ranger at the gate and drove further on down the road until we saw the Abayo Horse Tours sign. Lucy flipped on the indicator before making a tight right hand turn onto a narrow track, barely wide enough for the car. It ran almost perpendicular to the road, before looping off in the distance behind a large sandstone outcrop. I had no idea what to expect from Abayo Horse Tours, but as we rounded the outcrop and their business came into view, I was stunned by just how rustic but endearing it looked. There were three large and permanent looking wigwams flanked by a large corral. The wigwams were covered in gorgeous and very bright designs that reflected the best of the surrounding scenery of the Valley. In the corral were three horses happily munching on some hay. Littered all round the site was a seemingly random jumble of horse tack, including saddles, stirrups, bridles, reins and bits. The sound of our car's tyres moving from the paved track to the gravel floor in front of the wigwams brought forward a girl from the far left hand ...
    one of the three. Even from a distance she looked gorgeous. She had long, straight and very dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail with some feathers slipped through the knot. While she wore jeans and trainers, the shawl she wore over her upper body was quite obviously traditional Navajo wear, with a vivid pattern of bright reds and blacks. The shawl was neatly tied with a sash round the waist, with the material falling just below the knee. As she approached the car, I could see she was at least of partial Navajo descent, with bright emerald green eyes and full lips. She was very slim, but even with the baggy shawl I could tell that despite her slim figure, she still had very full but pert breasts. The combination of western and traditional clothing was very alluring, perhaps more so as I also thought this girl was stunning. "Yah'eh-teh," she said to Lucy and I as we climbed out of the car. "Excuse me?" I replied. I think Lucy and I were both lost for words as neither of us had a clue what the girl had just said. "It means hello," she replied, smiling at both of us. "Yah'eh-teh is the Navajo word for hello. I love saying it. It's so much more fun that just hello. Anyway, can I help you guys?" "We wanted to see the Valley," I said. "We were turned away at the main entrance because of rain last night and the ranger suggested you might be able to help us. Can you?" "Our trips usually leave in the morning. My dad runs those. He left at nine with a group of about eight. They ...
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