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Latina Teen Nympho at the Riding Stable - Part One

Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: edlangston, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

The rolling hills, fields and forests are beautiful at the riding stables and large farm that I own outside of Frederick, Maryland. I’m thirty-two years old now, but began working there when I turned sixteen years old during the summer before my junior year in high school. It feels very good to know that I started there shoveling horse shit in the stalls and now I own the whole thing. That is especially significant since I am a Latina, in a world with mostly old, white men as stable owners. My name is Lucita but my friends and family call me Luci. My parents were poor and I grew up with them and two older brothers in a modest, rural home, about three miles from the stables. My brothers were already out of high school and living and working in Baltimore, which is forty-six miles east of Frederick, when I turned sixteen. Frederick is also only forty-nine miles from Washington, D.C. I decided when I was in middle school that I wanted to go to college and be able to have a rewarding career. I am intelligent, but also knew that I would never be able to compete with some of the other smart kids for a scholarship. So I started looking for a job, which was hard to find where we lived. I wanted to start saving for college and was planning on working after school and on the weekends. Since I didn’t have a car, the job would have to be close enough to home so I could ride there on my brother’s old bicycle that he left at home for me. One day after school I rode my bike to the stables to ... ask for a job. That job would be perfect for me. I always wanted to learn to ride horses anyway, but my family couldn’t afford it. It would be nice to work there and get free lessons. I wasn’t planning on bringing that up at the interview. I didn’t think they would hire me if he thought I was just interested in getting free lessons. It was best to wait until I had a chance to prove myself. I met with the owner Buck who was sixty years old at the time. He is six feet and two inches tall and must have weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. Buck was ruggedly-handsome and had a full head of gray hair and piercing blue eyes. I found out he boarded twenty horses for their owners and also owned ten horses that he used for giving riding lessons. Buck also rented the horses to groups to ride on the farm and into the Catoctin Mountain foothills adjacent to Gambrill State park. Buck was an expert at repairing horse tack equipment too, and had a big shop for that. He raised some cash crops, but the stable was his primary business. One other side business was renting out to horse owners six, small, one bedroom cottages that he had on site. They sometimes drove out to the stables from Baltimore or Washington, D.C. and liked to stay overnight to spend more time with their horses. I wore a pair of tight jeans and a nice, logo t-shirt when I met with Buck. He didn’t even try to hide his attraction to me and I couldn’t very well blame him. I am five feet and six inches tall, and weighed ...