Brewing Up A Storm

She quickly grabbed a white cotton shirt and started to button it up. He in turn took her best jodhpurs and eased them up over her pantyhose covered legs until they were tight from her ankles to her waist. They were that tight, they cut into her crotch leaving no doubt about her gender to anyone who would dare to look. She winced and he then tied her cravat around her neck before bring her riding jacket from her wardrobe.

It was brand new and had been bought specially for this first show of the year. As he did up the jacket buttons he stole another kiss.

"Hey you, I warned you if you make me late I'll scream," she said, "I'll not be happy."

"Mmmm," he said picking her polished dress riding boots, "go ahead and try. You don't have a bad bone in your body."

The boots took some effort for him to pull on while she brushed her velvet riding hat.

"There now that wasn't bad?" He asked as she stood up to push the boots firmly on her feet.

"No it was quicker with your help," she said putting the white silk riding gloves into her jacket pocket even though her nails were quite dry.

They walked down to the horse transporter in the yard and saw that her dark brown gelding Storm was happy munching hay in the back as before.

"Well this afternoon should be fun," she said with some understatement.

"Hopefully it'll go without a hitch," he said helping her into the passenger door. "You ride well and you look smart, no one can doubt you now."

"Well Pricilla said that she'd help but you never know what those snooty nosed judges will do," she explained as he drove down to main gate gently over the bumpy unmade up road. "Elaine no one can doubt that you're a lovely woman," he said turning the transporter carefully onto the main road.

"I know it's hard to believe but just relax," he said, "you've been busy getting Storm ready since 6:00am this morning and like you he looks superb."