Her face was the last part to be groomed with the Soft Dandy.Her face was the last part to be groomed with the Soft Dandy. She lowered her head, allowing me to brush her forlock and around her eyes and ears without stretching. Having done so, I put the brush down and stroked her head gently. Running my fingers to the tips of her soft ears, I began a slow, massaging rub on the tips. For some reason, rubbing the tips of a horses ears is very pleasurable, if done properly. I had lots of experience with this, and she was soon purring with a deep "horsey" purr. As I did so, she began to nuzzle my crotch, knowing quite well what she would expect. My own growing excitement and musky scent further excited her, and she began nuzzling me in earnest. I have a reason for not wearing a belt on these occasions, and this was it. Horses are very talented with their mouths. In some cases, they are even more dextrous than humans are with their hands. But a belt is beyond them, after all, even humans ne ed two hands to do up a belt. At any rate, with out the incumberance of a belt, it did not take her long to pull the top button open, and then by simply pulling on the fabric, to open the zipper of my fly. Another tug dropped my jeans to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. My cock was now straining to be released, and she was quite aware of it. But now it was her turn to tease. She breathed deeply on it, nestled in my jockey shorts (very appropriate, don't you think?) causing me to sigh with desire. She then nuzzled some more, brushing her velvety nose and hot breath against me through the thin fabric. The combination of her breath and my own pre-cum was making my crotch moist, and increasing the musky scent. That she now began licking me through the fabric did little to improve the situation. |