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CHAPTER 53C: HARRY, JULI, AND HELEN AT THE HORSE SHOW, PART 3: JUMP - GIRL

Helen woke the next morning to a sunny day outside. They had neglected to close the d****s, which now caused her to wonder what anyone in the opposite wing of the hotel might have seen as Juli and she alternately fucked Harry until he came. But, she also woke to the realization that she was a part of a mass of intertwined legs, arms, and bodies. All naked. And, since she was in the middle of this mess, all she could do was smile at the thought of what has become of her life, the wonderful, marvelous, exciting, and very loving things that have become of her life. And two of those were right here, intertwined with her and each other. She put a hand on each of their arms crossing her body, stretched to each side to kiss whatever she could reach, a shoulder for one, a head for the other. Then she closed her eyes, happy and content, not thinking of sleep but again finding it … and a dream about a very beautiful, jet black horse.

Juli, pulling herself from the pile, woke Helen for the second time this morning. Then, the two of them pounced on Harry, shocking him awake. After showers and getting ready, Helen searched her remaining clothes and realized that her options were small. She had a short, full skirted dress that was stunning on her, but … she wanted to ride Eclipse again today. Juli laughed at her despondent look, and kissed her forehead, “It’s a full skirt, and you’ll be able to ride. Only … I would suggest wearing pretty panties.” They were giggling as Harry came out of the bathroom. He looked at them but decided he might be better off not knowing. He just shook his head and went to the door, holding it for them.

“Ladies, first breakfast and more coffee. Then the show to finish the remaining exhibits. That shouldn’t take all day but I can’t imagine how any free time might be filled today.” He was teasing and Helen knew it. She went into a skip and passing him, gave him a swat on the ass, continuing her skip to the bank of elevators. He took Juli’s hand as she came up to him, “How can such a thing go from sucking off a horse and fucking me at night and the next morning is skipping along like she is thirteen? She’s irrepressible.”

At the convention center, the exhibition hall is crowded but not nearly as much as it has been. The last day is often less busy as people start heading home. But, many people believe the last day is an opportunity to possibly score on some great deals for items that exhibitors might just as well not have to pack up and return home with. They weren’t there to buy but to check out possible new vendors and suppliers for the ranch. But, with two women in tow, Harry was trying to keep a firm grip on his wallet and credit cards in particular.

While they were making their way through the exhibit hall to pick up where they had previously stopped, there was a small group of people in the back of one of the largest exhibits present at the show. An older woman of 62 years old was sitting at a table in the enclosure of their exhibit. Normally, this is used to discuss issues and contracts with customers and suppliers. Today, it was for an emergency meeting. And, she wasn’t a happy woman. At the table to her right was her Director of Marketing. Across from her was the photographer she had been using for a long time. Standing against the wall, trying to be unseen, were two assistants, one for the woman, the other was in marketing.

“Mark, how long have we been working together?”

Mark was nervous. He’d seen this woman mad, screaming, and wildly demanding in the past. But this was different. She seemed outwardly calm but he knew she couldn’t be. The question was how she was going to blow up and at who. And, more important to everyone in the room, was someone about to be fired.

“Since your divorce and you started your own company, Ms. Colondaro. Eleven or twelve years.”

“And, you have always done a wonderful job. Last night you brought me these pictures of a young woman who I agreed might be perfect for our new women’s clothing line and marketing campaign. A wonderful find. There is only one problem, isn’t there?” She looked at everyone in the room, even the assistants who only vaguely even knew what was happening. “She can’t be found!!” Okay, now she’s screaming.

“We’re looking, Sonja. Everywhere. We have someone at the stall of the horse. I have people out in the hall with a picture of the girl. We’ll find her.” He sounded confident, but inside he was dying. He was also wondering how this became his fault, but then he remembered that he was the one that held Vanessa from going right to the girl when she led the horse off the track. Damn, but it should have been easy. How could he have known that the guy renting the stall had paid for the full time and had sold the horse to someone, but to who, nobody knew. And why would anyone know, it was none of anybody’s business. They had to find this girl.

The woman took a deep breath, her eyes shut. She leaned back in her chair, the picture of the girl kissing the horse in her hands. “I apologize, everyone. She may not even want to work with us. If we don’t find her or she isn’t interested, we proceed with what we have. But, let’s try to find her.”

As they walked down the aisles of the exhibits, Harry provided a comment or more about each company. For the most part, they casually looked from the aisle or moving in slightly but not really wanting to engage a sales representative. Then, Helen looked further ahead, “Wow, that one is huge.”

Harry followed her gaze, “Ah yes, Colondaro Outfitters. They will have nearly anything you might need whether it is clothing, boots, and saddles, whatever. They are a little pricier than some other places, but in their case you are getting quality. You’ve seen the other places, including Boot Barn where we bought your stuff, let’s compare.”

They walked into the exhibit space and Helen went directly to the hats. It was strange, but she had been wearing hers for the past days and liked the feeling it gave her. She took off her hat and tried on one of theirs, then held the two side by side, “Hmm, I think I see what you mean. It’s not a huge difference but there is a difference. If I was wearing one a lot and in different weather conditions, it could make a difference.”

They were oblivious of a growing fuss brewing around them as first one, then more sales associates turned to look their way. Inside the exhibit meeting room a young sales associate from one of the local stores barged in, surprising everyone. It was a well-known, if unwritten, rule that Ms. Colondaro was not interrupted in a meeting.

“Excuse me, Ms. Colondaro, but you have to come out right away. She’s here … in our exhibit!”

She smiled and stood up, “Okay, it looks like everyone still has a job here.” She saw the startled look on the associate’s face, “Just k**ding, dear. Good work in spotting her.”

“Wow, I guess I never realized how much saddles could be.” Helen was just curious now, but having Eclipse caused her to consider things she hadn’t before. Before, any old saddle was fine, but with a horse as gorgeous as Eclipse … her musing was interrupted, though.

“I hope you are finding things you like.” Helen paused, unlike all the young sales associates she had seen, this was the voice of an older woman. She turned to find a warmly smiling woman.

“I’m … we’re just looking, thank you.”

“No, thank you for coming to our exhibit.” She put out her hand, “My name is Colondaro, Sonja Colondaro.”

“You’re … is this your company?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Wow … oh, I’m sorry, I’m Helen Hawkins.”

“Very pleased to meet you, Helen. Are these your parents?”

Helen instinctively took both their hands and blushed, “Sorry, I’m not doing this very well, am I? Harry and Juli Adamly, my Uncle and Aunt.”

The woman shook both their hands, “You are doing fine, Helen. I know I caught you off guard. This woman behind me is my Director of Marketing, Vanessa, and the man is my contract photographer, Mark. We were hoping we could have a few moments of your time.”

The three of them looked to each other and all shrugged, so Harry accepted. Inside the meeting room, they were offered chairs at the table. The others took chairs opposite them. Ms. Colondaro sat directly across from Helen. She gave an abbreviated description of their idea for a new line of women’s clothes and company image to attract women. She spread out pictures taken of the model, all three squeezed together to look at them. They weren’t sure why they were here, but this was an interesting peek at a company’s functioning behind the scenes.

“Helen, I am interested in your reaction to these pictures. We just spent a lot of money getting ready for the new catalog and were hoping to project an image to women in particular. Candidly, what do you think?”

“Uhm … well … she’s certainly beautiful … the clothes on her look nice. There are some I’d love to have …”

Harry groaned, “Oh boy …” Everyone laughed.

“Okay, but what do you think about her, the woman in the pictures? What does she project? What do you feel seeing the pictures?”

“The woman, well, she’s a beautiful model.”

“A model?”

“Yeah, look at her face, its blank the way they seem to be taught. Look at her pose, it’s just so, you know, like the way they are on the runway.”

The woman looked to her two associates, they both nodded. “Okay, that’s fair. What do you feel?”

“Feel? Nothing. I mean I feel like I would like that short, full skirt. Of course”, she looked at Juli and winked, “according to my Aunt, I’d have to wear pretty panties, if it was windy.” Again, everyone, except Juli, laughed.

“Yes, well, I am sure you would attract plenty of guys, windy or not.” She was thinking and then made her decision and pulled out more pictures. Mark looked at her quickly and shook his head, not wanting her to. “Before I show you these, I want to assure you that we are not in the habit of invading anyone’s privacy. But, you have to consider how a photographer sees the world around him. Mark is one of the best. Where you and I might sit on a bench and watch people go by, he uses a camera. His intention is to study the sense of people and how he can project that to the rest of us. Usually, he deletes them; occasionally he sees something he wants to study further.” She put a picture out, it was a cropped picture of a woman from the back in jeans and boots. All that was visible was from the lower back to the ground. It was just evident that she was leading a horse as she walked away from the camera. “As opposed to the other pictures, what is your sense of this picture?”

“Well … functional instead of posed.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She doing something. I see a woman who is leading her horse to begin a ride or she has just finished a ride. Either way she is comfortable in her existence, with her horse and it with her.”

The woman looked again at her associates, they both smiled. Mark pursued it, “That was great insight, I’m impressed. Tell me, though, looking at it again, what do you feel about her outfit?”

“Hmmm … she’s comfortable, like I said, she’s anticipating or just completed a ride so the jeans are functional, but … hmmmm … yes, even so, they look great on her. They are functional, practical for riding or working, but do you see how they show off her ass … I mean butt?”

He laughed, “Ass is fine, Helen. What do you mean by ‘show off her ass’?”

“Look at her, I mean she is just walking with her horse, either thinking about the coming ride or the just concluded ride. She isn’t concerned with the impression of her walk or her ass. She just is, but the jeans fit well and still attracts your eye to that as you look at the picture for a moment.”

“Excellent. Now, don’t hit me or kick me under the table when you see this next one …” She slid it over to them.

“Oh my god!” Both Helen and Juli reacted at the same time. “That’s …”

“Yes, it is, but we were taken by the picture ourselves which caused us to think about our campaign. Try to forget who that is and tell me how it makes you feel now?”

“It cements it. The full horse, the full image of the woman … me? … it is more powerful. My head is down, I just finished the ride and I am tired, just looking at the ground but remembering the thrill of the ride. Wow, is that how we looked from the back?”

“It’s beautiful, Helen. You hair, the strength of your body and the power of your horse, the length of his tail and mane. It’s stunning. That is your horse?”

“I just got him yesterday.”

She slid another picture to them, this one of her standing in front of Eclipse on her toes, kissing his nose. Helen smiled. “You remember this, don’t you.”

“Yes. We were on the exercise field inside the track, just walking, getting to know each other. Juli told me it would be love at first sight and it was.”

Juli gasped at the image. “Juli, what are you seeing. Someone who wasn’t reliving the moment.”

“My god, it’s like she is reacting to a lover, a very close boyfriend.”

“Exactly! The first impression: this is a woman who isn’t into Western for the social, the bars, the boys, or the casual activity of riding occasionally. This is a woman who IS the Western life. This horse isn’t something she occasionally makes use of, it is an important part of her. Then, and only then, do you look at the clothes she is wearing. Now, obviously, you need pictures that focus on the clothes for showing detail, cut, and how they hang and that can be anyone attractive. But, these kinds of pictures already make you want to consider the clothes.” She slid the last one over. It was Helen riding full out the last time she passed where Mark and Vanessa were sitting. “This one gives me goose bumps, literally. Full out running past the viewer, the horse is strung out, his powerful body focused on driving forward; you are leaning into him, your hands just over his neck to give him room, your heels are in his side and your knees squeezed into his sides. All that long hair, yours and your horse’s, flying back behind. And, you’re BAREBACK! My god, it’s a fantasy ...”

Harry looked at a blushing and uncomfortable Helen and interrupted, “But, what does this have to do with Helen? With pictures of her, I don’t think this is just a focus group evaluation.”

“You are right, Mr. Adamly.” She looked at the other two working for her and they both nodded. “We would like to try Helen as our focal image for the new line.”

Helen’s mouth fell open and stared back at her like she just heard the craziest thing ever spoken. Juli jumped in, “Don’t get me wrong here, we think she is beautiful, but Helen is a girl who is studying for a career, working part-time in two jobs and helping out several others in the area when she can. She isn’t a model, she has no experience.”

“Mrs. Adamly”, Helen discretely looked at her and smiled, “we happen to think that might be the advantage. It’s not just more advertising glitz. It’s a real country girl.”

The photographer paused it all, though, “We just don’t have time. We have to go to press too soon for this to work. We would have to reshoot everything. It took three days last time when we were organized.”

Helen shook her head and mumbled, “No you don’t, and you’ve already paid for the clothes shots for the catalog items.”

Ms. Colondaro stopped the fussing around her, “Wait. Helen, what did you say?”

“You already have the shots of the clothes. The fancy model.” She looked at Vanessa, “Correct me if I am wrong, but what you need is to create a Colondaro image that is an opening statement for each section of the catalog whether it is in print or on-line. You don’t need the Colondaro image to model every piece, just create the desire to open the next page to find what you want. You said it yourself, Ms. Colondaro, it isn’t what she is wearing, it is more the feeling that will make someone look further.”

“Damn, Vanessa, what am I paying you all that money for when this girl has it nailed.” Helen looked concerned and stared at the Director of Marketing. “Relax, Helen, she knows my sense of humor, at least I think she does. So, are you three willing to give it a try for us?”

Everybody shrugged their shoulders but Harry had a concern, “This is going to sound mercenary, but … what’s in it for Helen?”

“Oh, shoot, in all the excitement and potential, we forgot that, didn’t we? No, absolutely, we’ll pay her for her time today in cash if she wants it. But, I am anticipating a contract to cover a release to use the photos that she approves, royalties, and an exclusive relationship that might include more shoots, appearances at stores, or events like this.”

“To be worked out later?”

“I assure you, nothing will be used unless she okays it. We need releases and I would expect she would want her parents …”

Helen interjected, “Mother, just a mother.”

“Okay, your mother to review everything and to have a lawyer review it. As an incentive, anything that is used in the shoot today is yours. That’s in addition to what we pay you or any contract language. You just drive home with it. What do you say?”

Helen looked at the others, then nodded, “Okay.” How could she lose with that?

Now it was Mark’s concern, “Yes, but where? We have to move fast.”

Ms. Colondaro lean forward, again, and looked at Helen. She was getting nervous with her asking her opinion on all this stuff she knew nothing about. “Where should the pictures be taken to create the image, Helen?”

She thought and looked up at everyone, settling in on the woman, “Outside, some place with a barn, corral, pasture, and maybe bales of hay. That kind of thing. This is supposed to be a real girl living the lifestyle, the background should be real.”

That was it. They were asked if they could get the horse into a trailer and they would meet them at the track and to follow them to the Colondaro ranch just west of the city.

The ranch was huge and beautiful. Everything was large and expansive. Harry helped Helen getting Eclipse out of the trailer and into the corral. As they were doing that a large van pulled in behind them and people started coming out of vehicles and emptying the van. It was full of clothes, for the shoot she assumed.

These people clearly knew what they were doing. In minutes one group had a tent-like screen setup for a changing room, clothes of all kinds hung on racks and being organized by type for quick location, and miscellaneous items spread out on the grass. Someone else was grooming Eclipse and she was suddenly surrounded by women and taken into the enclosure. Some of the miscellaneous items already had Helen’s eye, a shiny black saddle with inlay silver, bridles and reins to match, and numerous other things. Were they going to be used, too? If they were …

She was told to strip to her underwear and a young woman was standing in front of her holding the first outfit. She smiled as Helen was struggling with her jeans, “This can be kind of overwhelming, right? These shoots are so impersonal. We’ll try to guide you along the way, hopefully you don’t feel quite like a piece of meat.”

“I don’t know what I was expecting, but I guess there is a lot to be accomplished before the light is lost.”

“Ms. Colondaro assigned me to help you and ease the way. I will always be close by, just follow my lead when it is time to change.” She held out her hand, “Helen, I’m Marg.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

She couldn’t believe the clothes she was going through. Put something on, go to the place the photographer wanted her, strike a pose but try to look comfortable and natural. She had on a dress with fancy boot and a braided tie in her hair. The shots were taken and he yelled for the next item. Helen stopped, “Wait, let’s try something.” She bent down, picked a full-bloom dandelion, located the sun and stood with it behind her, and held the bloom up in front of her lips. She looked at Mark, “What do you think?”

“I love it!” It was Ms. Colondaro, “Mark, give her a moment after each set to see if there is something that comes to her. I love it, dear. And, call me Sonja.” Helen smiled and resumed the pose, she heard the camera clicking, and she blew, little parachute seeds flying into the air. Then she was pulled to change, again. This time into jeans and a shirt, boots and hat. As she came out of the enclosure, she saw most of the people huddled around Mark. When they saw her, they broke and waved her in. Mark showed her the picture after she blew and saw that not only did the sun catch the seeds perfectly, but in the background was Eclipse, his head turned to me.

Mark looked at her and went with his question, “Helen, this is a shot for work clothes. I want to show a woman who isn’t afraid to get dirty, sweaty, but looks good doing it. Any ideas?”

She looked around and saw bales of hay in the corral. “I saw a halter top in there, will someone get it? I need Eclipse in the corral.” She then walked to the corral gate, opened it and waited for her horse to be brought to her. Once inside, she closed the gate at about the time a young woman came running up with the halter top. She pulled off her shirt, now just in her bra, not even thinking about everyone at this point, just her intention. She pulled the halter top on and faced Mark, “Then you need abs showing and bare arms and shoulders.” She then went to the bales and moved several away and quickly stacked the others. “How about stacking bales of hay? Ready?”

“If you can do it, go for it.” She went ahead and hefted a bale and carried it the six feet and stacked it onto the others. It was warm and it didn’t take long for the sweat to form and start running down her back, arms, and front. After the last bale was on top, she turned, taking the hat off and wiping her brow with the back of her hand. Everyone was quiet, just looking at her. She had forgotten about her horse the entire time and thought she might have blown the shot.

Mark called out, “Come and look. Tell me what you think? Maybe we need to do it all over again.” Helen looked at him like he was nuts and everyone laughed. She stood on the corral fence and looked at the pictures as Mark flipped through them to the last one. “That’s the one we go with. We can use some of the others as small insets to this large image.” He looked at her, then at Harry and Juli. “I have another idea with the remaining light, if you are game. It hit me when she took her top off in front of us.”

They, with Sonja and Vanessa, went to the side for a private discussion. “How about some partial nudes and nudes. Not completely, still with the items but less of them. We’ve been talking about a new look, a new image, to challenge women to extend their look. Let’s face it, their boyfriends and husbands have fantasies, too.” He looked at everyone and back to Helen, “The idea didn’t immediately scare you. Are you up for this?”

Juli stepped in, “I think she can do this; but, there will be no frontal shots and we have the right to delete anything we don’t like immediately off your camera. We’ll start slow and work into it. If it doesn’t feel right, we stop.” Everyone was agreeable. Helen had the feeling the enclosure wasn’t going to get much use anymore.

The shots started with short shorts with boots and a tank top while brushing the horse. Then, she took off the tank top without being asked, now in her bra. He brushed Eclipse, then went to his head and held it, speaking softly to him. She asked for a short denim skirt and shirt. She went to the other side of Eclipse, pushed down her shorts and stepped into the skirt, then took off her bra and threw it with the shorts over the horse. She heard gasps from some. She stepped around into view, tying the tails of the shirt under her breasts. Then, in front of everyone, she undid the skirt and let it drop, standing in her panties. She untied the shirt and let it fall, just covering her ass and front. She heard a commotion and saw that Vanessa was moving the rest of the people away to pack things up and to allow this to happen without quite the audience. Helen smiled at her and mouthed a thank you.

Still looking at her, she made up her mind. She put her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pushed them down her legs, kicking them towards the others, not sure if her kick exposed her hairless pussy to them or not. But, it sure wouldn’t be the first or last time she was completely exposed to strangers. With the camera clicking away behind her, she faced her horse and reach high up to take his head and kiss him up as high as she could reach on her tip toes, still in boots. She knew her ass was exposed as the shirt raised with her arms and shoulders. She heard a quiet, “Beautiful.”

Juli and Vanessa came out to her, the others staying behind. Vanessa asked for her honest feelings, “Are you okay with all this, Helen? I don’t want it to go further than it should and have you regretting this later.”

Helen smiled at Juli and giggled, “I am fine, really.”

“Juli, how about you. How do you think her mother will react?”

“Vanessa, we have a very interesting family style. Nudity isn’t really an issue for us, is it Helen?”

“No, given what we’ve done … well, let’s just say I am sure mom will be fine.”

The shots begin to become more and more daring and revealing. Finally, they got to the meat of the shots. The next shot is in skinny jeans, boots, and hat. No top. She is bare above the waist. She is using Eclipse now as her only shield while changing, still the same young woman is assisting her. “Wow, this is so hot. I would never have the nerve to do this, but I wish I did.” Helen smiled at her and gave her a hug.

“I think you’re pretty hot, yourself.” She kissed her on the lips. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“No … it … felt nice.”

Helen stepped around the horse and took up the brush and worked him, again. He was getting a good brushing today. Then, she got an idea and dropped the brush and went to his head. She talked to him and he nodded his head vigorously, his long mane going into a wave of hair. She heard the clicking of the camera to the side of her. She then held his head and brought it down until his giant nose was between her breast and she kissed his forehead. Hearing the steady stream of camera clicking indicated this was another winner.

The next shot surprised her at first, but then she nodded. Marg was holding a set of black leather chaps, only the chaps. She looked at Mark, Vanessa, and Sonja. “Without the jeans?”

“Without everything but those boots and this black hat. Can you do it?”

Helen just smiled and took the chaps and moved to the other side of the horse with Marg. “I am getting tired of taking these boots off just to put them back on.”

Marg laughed, “Well, the way you going, that will be all your putting on soon. They’ll be taking pictures of you in just different boots.” Helen looked up at her and they both erupted into laughter. “Turn around and put your foot back to me, I can at least help pulling them off. It’s the least I can do to help.”

When she was naked, standing in the yard of a nearly complete stranger and being assisted by another stranger, at least before this morning, Helen had to giggle.

“What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about my situation here. Naked in front of you and soon all those others. I wonder how I get into these situations.”

She had the boots back on and the chaps strapped around her hips, the hat on her head. “How do I look?”

“Naked, wearing some chaps.” They laughed, again.

Shots were taken of her bare ass while she was leaning against the horse. This might be erotic but didn’t seem compelling for the intention to Helen. When Mark call for the next shot, Helen didn’t move. Helen called out, “Are you ready?”

“No, but I will be. Ready.”

She was standing naked in boots and black chaps, her ass completely exposed, her long auburn hair hanging down her back. She turned slightly to her left and moved to the horses head, stopped and only slightly turning back to the right, turned her head back to look directly at the camera. She held that pose for only a moment, then raised her right arm, bent at the elbow to cover her breast as she turned more to the right, touched the brim of her hat, tilted it down and slightly lowered her head, looking at the camera from the tops of her eyes. Just like Michele does in her submissive role.

She heard Sonja gasp when she looked over Mark’s shoulder at the last shot. Helen turned to face the group, her front completely displayed to the group. She looked down for the first time and realized that the chaps were open in front, too. Her hairless pussy fully on display. She heard more gasps from the others. She found Harry and Juli next to Sonja and to her relief saw wide smiles. But, she was getting nervous that her excited state might soon become visible to the others if she started leaking.

Mark wanted her to wait, then he decided, “You have me rethinking some of these shots, girl. Stay in the chaps, somebody move the horse about fifty feet further out. Helen, can you carry that saddle and the bit and reins to your horse?”

There was a laugh and everyone turned to its source, Harry. “She just moved and stacked a mess of hay bales into a stack as tall as she is. I think she can carry a saddle.” He moved through the group to Helen’s side, “Remember how they do it in the movies? Hold the saddle by the horn over your right shoulder, it’s your strongest side. Carry the rest in your left. Helen … you don’t know how beautiful you are. Wait until you see these pictures.”

Mark indicated he was ready, Helen bent down, her back to the group and she knew instantly that she not only just moon the group but probably flashed her pussy, too. But, ignoring that, she grabbed the saddle by the horn like Harry said and slung it over her right shoulder. She then bent and crouched to retrieve the bit and reins. She bounced the saddle once to readjust its position and walked casually toward Eclipse. This one, too, would be a favorite.

The next shot turned out to one of her favorites and immediately knew it would be Tim’s, too. It might even get put up on the wall in the bedroom or family room. What Marg had earlier joked about finally came to pass. For this shot she was wearing only boots and a hat. She took the reins of Eclipse and walked him away from the camera. Her body moving smoothly, her ass undulating with her walk, her long hair softly moving in the gentle wind, her beautiful horse walking alongside her, his tail swaying back and forth.

There were three or four other sets, all completely naked except for boots and hat, but they were all similar and the shoot was declare over. She was standing amid the group, enjoying a Diet Coke handed to her by a delighted Sonja and being hugged enthusiastically by Vanessa. She put the young woman out to arm’s length, “I thought of a caption for that shot of you walking with Eclipse naked except for the boots. ‘These boots are comfortable, there not just for riding’. What do you think?” Helen giggled at the implication of being so comfortable you can wear them without anything else.

Mark was in front of her, again. “I know I said we were done, but … we have a little more light left. Would you ride your horse naked? You’ve come this far, just to see how it looks.”

Helen relented, but was actually extremely excited to get back on him. She took Eclipse by the reins and went to Juli. “What is this going to feel like?”

Juli turned so they were both facing away from the others, “Until your legs get used to it, the rubbing on your bare skin can become irritated. But, I have seen women who like to ride naked, it’s just hard to unless you own enough property for privacy. But, we do. I will say, if you moved forward a bit, you will ride on his back bone. I have seen women cum like that.”

That’s all Helen needed to hear. She had gotten too turned on with all this exhibitionism. Did she also have the nerve to satisfy her urge with people watching from a distance? Juli pulled her into an embrace, held her face in her hands and kissed her forehead, which seemed more appropriate than her lips with all the people nearby. “You’re amazing, Helen. You’ve handled all this with such maturity and grace and competence. Your family is going to be so proud of you; I should say, even more proud because you know how much they think of you. You keep showing us what a wonderful person and woman you are becoming. Go have fun with this last part. Get on that horse and give them the final image they are looking for.”

Helen flung herself into Juli’s arms, “I love you guys, so much. What a wonderful experience this has been. Watch closely, you’ll be the only one that might know if bareback naked gives me the same reaction.”

She chuckled, “In that case, remember to be forward at the right time.” She gave the young woman a knowing smile.

Juli waved Harry over. When he got to them, “Can I give you a boost up, Helen?”

“Thanks, Harry. I need to practice jumping/swing myself up if I am going to continue doing bareback, but a boost now would be good.”

“Not a problem, at all. It is a much more interesting view this time.” He smiled and Juli joined in the tease.

“Behave yourself, Harry Adamly! There are people nearby. That kind of behavior can wait until later when we have her alone.” They both smiled lustily and with a swat on Eclipse’s flank, sent them on their way for the final pictures.

She walked the horse to be in front of Mark, and everybody else, of course. She leaned over, now even more conscious of her nudity among them while sitting up on the horse, her light skin, even though tanned, against his shiny, black hide. “Do I need the boots? I feel ridiculous wearing boots and nothing else with no stirrups to put the boots into.”

“No, they can come off. The hat, too, if you want. In fact, I think that would be better.”

Marg came up to her on the opposite side and started pulling on that boot which surprised Helen and nearly took her off the horse. She apologized, but was smiling. She leaned into Helen’s leg and Helen bent down to her, “Sorry for almost pulling you off, but it was quite a view when you recovered your balance. You are a very hot woman, Helen Hawkins.”

Helen leaned down further, “Hold that thought and we’ll come back to it, later.” They both smiled.

Helen was instructed to ride in a large circle around them, which would provide Mark with a changing background to work with. Helen put Eclipse through various gaits from walking, trotting, galloping, to running. As they moved into running and the speed increased, she increased the diameter of the circle but eventually gave up on the circle and ran the horse back and forth in front of the group to allow for straight running and safer footing. To give Eclipse a break, she walked and then had him prance and high step which she discovered he was easily moved to doing. So far she was focused on giving Mark the shots he needed and not her only needs, but she was coming to that soon.

She came to a stop and slid off the horse, put her hands up to him like she was telling him to stay and she backed off. She turned to Mark, “Ready? I want to try something I have wanted to do since I first rode him.” She took several steps to him, reached up with her left hand and grabbed a handful of mane, sprang up with both legs, and at the same time rotated her right leg around to land on top of the horse. The group gasped and cheered and Helen’s arms both shot straight up into the air. She fought the natural instinct at self-consciousness when she remembered she was naked and her breast had to bounce during that maneuver and who knew who could have had a complete view of her spread legs as she rotated over the horse. But she was so proud of the feat that she was able to ignore, mostly anyway, the added exposure.

“Tell me you didn’t miss that.”

“No, I got it. It was great and it looks great. I think I will be able to create a sequence of that move as a part of this. We just have to figure out how the nude shots get used for a family oriented business.”

Sonja was on top of it, “You get the shots, Mark. This is way beyond what I thought we could achieve. I wasn’t sure a woman with no modeling experience could pull off what we needed, but I was very hopeful. As a group, we will figure out how we maximize what we are getting handed to us today. Helen, thank you, you’re a miracle.”

Helen laughed, “No, I’m not. I’m just having a blast. How you got me naked in front of all of you, I can’t quite seem to remember, though.” The whole group laughed and clapped.

Mark asked, “This has been tremendous. But, you don’t look like you’re done.”

“I just love being on this horse. He just feels so good between my legs … uhm … oops, that didn’t sound right.” Again, the whole group roared and Helen blushed this time.

Someone noticed in the fading light as dusk was just about to arrive, “Look, she’s blushing.”

Someone else shouted out, “What were you thinking, young lady?”

As the laughter and joking died down, Helen asked Mark, “Can I try something? It might take a few tries, we haven’t tried this, yet.”

“You do what you want, I am taking pictures as long as you are willing for me to do it.” Again, everyone laughed.

Helen pulled Eclipse to the right and away from the group. While passing the group on earlier runs, she noticed some bales of hay in the yard. She was curious. But, first, she started riding in that big circle, again. It was just a walk initially and moved to a trot. Just before moving to the trot, she put her hands on his lower neck, raised herself, and scooted forward. When she landed, her mouth dropped and her eyes closed. Juli saw it happen and smiled, “She’s doing it.”

Sonja was standing next to her, “Doing what?” But Juli just continued to follow her girl as she went around in the circle.

When her eyes opened, Helen spotted a smiling Juli and she returned it with a nod of her head. Yes, indeed, this was intense. That little bounce from her position to a little more forward landed her on his spine coming off his neck, landing squarely on her clit as she was leaned forward for balance. Then, the immediate next movement of the horse moved her slightly forward and then back with his steps. Back was fine. His coarse hair is smooth going to the back, but moving forward along his hide pushes against the grain of his hair, forcing the hair against her sensitive parts. Her reaction, physically with the horse, was unintended, but real none-the-less, and caused him to move into a trot. This action just magnified the earlier sensations. She didn’t know how long she could manage these sensations and either just give up and move back or change the gait. She chose changing the gait and sped up a little more to a gallop. She was bouncing now, without the benefit of her feet in the stirrups to help absorb the shock, her clit and pussy were taking the full impact of landing on the spine.

She couldn’t do it, it was too intense, and she pulled up on the reins and he stopped, but she continued, without recognition, to pull back on the reins. She caused a totally unintended reaction from Eclipse. Part of his show training involved a few tricks for the audience. She accidently gave him that trigger and she was nearly on the ground. Pulling back after stopping was a trigger for him to stand on his hind legs, and when he did, she nearly went backwards. Except for her athleticism, she would have, but she managed to grab not just the reins, but his mane with both hands and to dig her bare feet into his hips, and leaning forward further, she stayed where she should be. But, leaning forward, even more forward than before, put that much more pressure on her clit. If it was intense before, it exploded inside her this time.

When the horse returned to his front hooves on the ground, she remained tightly to his neck. Everyone clapped with oohs and aahs, seeing her hugging her horse after such a move. The reality was much different and Helen had just enough where with all to turn the a****l into a walk in the other direction to hide her real bodily reaction. She was in an orgasm and it was racking her body. She let the horse walk on his own away from the group and when she calmed down enough to consider her surroundings, she thought, then lifted herself slightly and looked down. Oh … my … god! His hide was wet from her cumming! She heard someone calling her and realized that Juli had become concerned. She turned Eclipse and waved back to her.

She scooted back to the proper location on his back and looked down, again. Yes, definitely wet.

Approaching them, she remembered what it was she wanted to try when she saw the bales of hay. She approached them and leaned to talked to him, “I don’t know if you know what to do, but I have no idea. I want to jump over those bales.” She continued to approach and moved into a gallop, heading directly for the bales. He’ll have to do one of three things: stop completely, go around them, or jump them. Damn, he jumped them, like it was nothing. She looked behind her and saw Mark still clicking, she turned around and repeated it and stopped.

“Harry, can you make a little wall with the bales two high?” Harry was a real rancher and that was done immediately. She approached a little faster but apparently not fast enough for Eclipse because he sped up on his own and jump the two bales. She decided on one more jump but much faster. She slowed him and turned partially on top, “Mark, be ready for this one, I am trying it once.”

She turned back and leaned into his neck and spoke right into his left ear. He nodded his head. Yeah, right, like you really understood, was her only thought. But her head then went into how she wanted to approach this last jump and she quickly knew that it hasn’t been her and won’t be her this time, either. It was all about Eclipse and his natural abilities, so trust in that and hang on.

She was further from them and the wall of hay now. She pulled up and turned him around, petted his neck and kicked his flank lightly and they were off fast, almost instantly. This horse is amazing. She didn’t have that much experience riding bareback, how was all this happening? But she had no time for that question, this was going to be the shot that would leave the impression. They raced toward the fake wall of hay bales and with his instincts alone to guide him, Eclipse coiled before the bales and sprang loose. Helen hung onto his mane more than the rein, keeping her feet away from his hips to allow him the range of motion he would probably require. His front hooves off the ground, his hind legs coils and flexed for the explosion of power to propel him, and Helen, over the wall. She wasn’t positive but when it happened, when his hind legs exploded up and out, they must have soared twice as high as necessary.

Landing on the other side was an eerie experience for her. Her senses were finely attuned to the singular moment of projecting over the wall. Then, everything slowed down, slowed down like an instant replay looking for the details of a spectacular play on the field. But this was real time and in her head. The landing, though, was the instant change, like a button was pushed and slow motion again turned to real time and the rest of her senses caught up. She could hear the applause and shouts and cheers, the wind in her hair and ear and over her body became real, again. And her nipples, hard and erect, were so sensitive and pronounced, and she realized she was still low on the horses neck and back, her upper body nearly lying on him, being rubbed one way and then the other as his shoulders moved with his legs. She pulled up and slowed him to a trot and returned to the group, her arms raised high and dropping the reins in the process.

Eclipse came to a stop on his own just before the group and Helen slid to the left and off. She was met first by Marg and then Juli who both hugged her at the same time. They were pulling her in a jog into the group, Marg saying, “You have to see these, Helen. My god, girl … you have to see them.”

The group separated as two clothed women pulled a very naked, bare footed women into their midst. And despite her general comfort with nudity, these were strangers and for the most part she didn’t know, even by name, but a few of them. She noticed that they weren’t pulling her to where Mark had been, but to a make-shift table containing a laptop and flat screen. Sonja was standing next to Mark looking at the screen and felt or heard the approaching women and turned. Seeing Helen, she took several steps away from the photographer and nearly swallowed the younger woman into her arms. “Helen, Helen … you might have saved our campaign. I love what Mark is showing me and Vanessa is simply giddy with excitement.”

When Helen was inserted between Mark and Vanessa, Harry and Juli crowded behind and looking over her shoulder, Mark turned to her, “Helen, I want to add my thank-you’s, too. I’ll start over for your benefit. Just magnificent. And you have no experience in this? Nobody is going to believe it.”

He flipped through the shots of her while riding Eclipse and she was taken aback by many of them, wanting one, then another, and another, and more. She’d have a scrap book filled just with those.

“As good as those are, and there are some spectacular images in those, this is the one. The last one and you called it. You warned me not to miss it.” He flipped to it, “What do you think?”

She was stunned. Speechless. She knew he jumped and easily cleared the bales, but this … the images as … she didn’t even know the word. But she loved it. Eclipse and she were caught in the image at the very moment of explosion. He was angled up and over at a 30 degree angle, his tail, like her hair, trailing behind in the jump. His rear hooves were just leaving the ground, with a distinct gap to the ground, his hind legs not quite at full extension in the jump.

Vanessa encouraged him, “Okay, now duplicate that and do your magic like you were talking about. Watch this, Helen. It will blow your socks off.” People were giggling behind her, she turned to the right to enquire and was pointed back to Helen, requiring her to continue to the right until she had turned a full 270 degree. “Sorry, you have to be wearing socks to have them blown off.” She turned to the group, “Can someone please get her something to cover up into?”

Almost immediately there was laughter as Marg held up the halter top that was lying nearby. Vanessa was smiling, so was Helen. “Not helpful, Marg.” But, she was still smiling. Then a shirt appeared that might just reach below Helen’s ass, but she gratefully accepted it and slipped it on, closing only half the buttons up from the bottom.

But, during all this, Mark had been busy, ignoring the distraction and was nearly finished with the photo-shopped image. The image they had just looked at was now modified with the sun setting sky from another picture taken at a different angle. Now, behind the image was a sky filled with rich reds, oranges, yellows and fading blue as the background. The tree that was actually in the distance, the mountains even further in the distance, were all gone, now only silhouetted by the sunset. Then, he cropped the image into an oval and added edging around that to define the edges. On close look, it is evident that the rider is naked, despite the fading light. Mark looks directly at Helen, “We can darken you some so it isn’t evident that you are naked.”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, there are other pictures of my ass and the back of my body. You want to create impact here. Leaving the rider naked but not glaringly obvious is an intrigue element. You have to be interested enough to look that close, once you do and you recognize the nudity hidden there, you are more intrigued by the image. A nude girl, bareback, a magnificent horse leaping, propelled, into the sunset sky. The dark image, the colorful background, what a contrasting image. Your eyes are drawn this way, then that, then here, again. Way before you notice she is nude.”

“Girl, I love you. I couldn’t have nailed that presentation of the image better myself and I was the creator. But, it isn’t just a rider who is nude, it is you. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. God, I can’t believe that is me.”

Now, Vanessa got excited and pointed at the image, still only a preliminary version of the final image, and spoke to everyone, but it was certainly directed to Sonja, “This image, cropped into the oval, becomes our logo for the new line, the focal representation for a new option in Western wear for women. We need a reference name like ‘Jump’, ‘Jumper’, ‘Jumping’ … shoot, nothing seems quite right.”

Helen says, “Jump Girl”.

Vanessa jumps on it, “Yes, I like that … yes, the image combined with ‘Jump Girl’, yes, this becomes the focal for the line; it is the logo, this oval image of ‘Jump Girl’ placed on all the outfits, accessories, equipment, saddles even if they are for the line.” She is on an excited roll now, “And bigger images for displays, and bumper stickers, window stickers, stickers for computer, phone backs, you name it. Bigger stickers or applications for horse trailers for women and girls to show their independence and joining a revolution for change.”

Sonja sound skeptical about only one thing, “A revolution for change?”

“Okay, maybe strong, but imagine big. Who knows, maybe if it takes off. Think of our images to choose from. Wearing chaps without jeans? But why not? Motorcycle girls do at Sturgis, why not horse girls? Okay, at the right situation would be a given.”

Sonja laughs and everyone is caught up in it. “I’m not going to hold you back, Vanessa. I like the excitement. Take it and see where it goes.”

Helen mumbles, “Jumper Girl, it’s a new you.”

“What was that?”

“A slogan, ‘Jump Girl’ above the image, ‘it’s a new you’ below the image. It can represent double meanings. On one hand, it is the slogan, ‘Jumper Girl’ the new line that can create ‘a new you’. But it can also be spoken as a driven encouragement, ‘Jumper girl, it’s a new you!’.”

“How do you come up with this stuff? I love it! That’s our campaign people! Mark, pull the pictures together, finalize the logo, and let’s meet. Everyone else, break this down, we have work to do, and we’re late.”

They ran about their tasks with an enthusiasm that impressed Helen. Sonja saw her reaction, “It’s what makes a professional. They were all relaxed and having fun watching you, then the focus is set and they spring into what they do best. They are energized by the new challenge and goal and having an exciting campaign to develop. I guarantee it, that group of young people led by Vanessa and Mark will pound out a campaign in time that will blow all of our socks off.” She looked down at Helen, “At least you’re a little bit covered now. But, still no socks.” She pulls the young woman into a side hug and they laugh.

Just then, Marg comes up to them, all smiles. “All done, mom?”

Helen reacts, “Mom? You’re the boss’ daughter? Why did you keep that quiet?”

“Around everyone else, it’s just easier not to always be the owner’s daughter. And, I like interacting with new people when they don’t know and see what happens when they find out.”

Sonja now has both of them in her arms, “Yes, we are all done for the day. Time to relax and have something to eat.”

“Rosa left but said there is food staying warm in the oven. She said it should keep for a while, yet.”

“Good.” She looked around, “The place sure cleared out quickly.”

“Mom, could Helen stay?”

Sonja smiled and looked at Helen, “I would love that, too. But we better check with her Aunt and Uncle.”

They all talked it over and it was decided that it would be fine for Helen to stay for the night. Since the ranch was on the west side of the city, they would leave the trailer here, spend the night and check out of the hotel and return by 8:00 AM for breakfast. The ranch hands could hitch up the trailer to the truck, load Eclipse, and be on their way by 10:00 to get home at a reasonable time. Harry dropped the trailer and they drove off.

Helen started for the corral where her horse was placed, “I better wipe and rub down Eclipse. Should I leave him in the corral or is there a stall I should put him into?”

Sonja spoke for both her daughter and herself, “We’ll help you, Helen. We can talk. Besides, there is something we are very curious about and I think you are just the girl.”

That was curious to Helen, but shrugged it off. After this day, nothing more happening here would likely surprise her. Or, so she thought. “Thanks. I won’t lie, it will be good to have some help, I am bushed.” She was still wearing just the shirt and very conscious of how much she was showing every time she bent over or reached high. But, now that it was just the two women, it was again getting a little exciting. She had found during the day that she liked both of them, for different reasons, though. Marg had been very helpful and considerate of her and they had developed a quick and easy bond that somehow crossed to an intimate familiarity in the way they joked with each other. Sonja was a powerful woman who knew what she wanted and commanded the respect of those around. But, even so, she had reached out to Helen and made her very comfortable and appreciated.

She had Eclipse in the stall they identified and was busy wiping down and then rubbing and brushing him when the other two women arrived. They were finishing a conversation as they entered the stall and both seemed to be in agreement of something and in very good moods.

As all three women started grooming the horse, the banter stopped and to Helen there seemed to be a sudden tension in the air. She looked from mother to daughter, “What? What happened?”

Sonja led into it, “Helen, you were seen last night, with your horse.”

“Oh, no! I mean … seen what?”

“Good try, dear, but you were very definitely seen. It was an accident but there was no mistaking what you and your aunt were doing with him. You both were naked and there was lots of cum that you used an old towel to clean off with. Sound familiar?”

“You must think we are terrible … I can leave if you want.”

“Leave? Heaven’s no. Remember, I said I thought you were just the girl to help us with something? Hearing about you last night, with your aunt, convinced me. She’s not really your aunt is she?”

“No. They are neighbors. They own the ranch surrounding us, but they are like family to me.”

“And lovers?”

“Yes, but before you have any more thoughts about us, can I explain our family and them?” And she did. They had finished with the horse and were sitting on benches outside the stall. Everything came out. She wasn’t sure why at first, but they seemed so genuine to her and interested, like there was a reason for this coming up and it wasn’t to embarrass her. Even the dogs came out. She almost choked when it came out of her mouth, but instead of shock they almost seemed to have anticipated it, maybe because of the horse. And they were definitely interested in the whole arrangement.

“Helen, there is a real reason for our interest. We … Marg and I … we’ve not been so fortunate with the men we have met. They haven’t been like your Tim or Harry. Marg is young and I am … I still have needs, too. We’ve started talking about … us … doing it … us …”

Marg came to her mother and put her arms around her shoulders, “But, we don’t know what to do. We’re too nervous, both of us, that … I don’t know, maybe we’ll disappoint the other?”

“My daughter is always jumping in to protect me. It’s supposed to be the other way, isn’t it.” She took Marg into her arms and hugged her tight, front to front, breast into breast. “Maybe she’s right, maybe we’re just afraid of disappointing each other.”

Helen came up to them, “That’s a pretty good start right there. Does it feel good?” They nodded. “Sonja, lean in and give your daughter a kiss, just a light one.” She did and Marg sighed. “Now, Marg, you do the same to your mother, but a little harder, a little longer.” When they broke, they clutched at each other and moaned into each other’s shoulders.

Helen rubbed their backs, turned to the door, “Shall we go inside where it’s more comfortable?”

They didn’t move and Helen stopped. “Helen, there is something else that Marg and I have talked about, something we have fantasized about since being an older girl. A horse penis. They’re so big and intimidating. Could we …”

“You want to enjoy my horse? You want the same thing Juli and I had last night?”

Neither of them looked up, but both said they did. Helen shook her head. Well, she was sure wrong about not being surprise by anything else. “You two strip, you don’t want cum all over those clothes. Point me to a tethering strap.”

Returning with the strap, she saw them in bra and panties. They were both very attractive women. She stopped and waited. In moments they were naked, both apparently were naturally blonde. Both had hair between their legs. Helen smiled to herself. It has been a while since seeing that, all her female lovers were hairless there. She could overhear the talk between them. Marg couldn’t believe they were actually going to go through with this and Sonja was reminding her that this was the chance they had been looking for. Still smiling, Helen walked into the stall while taking the shirt off, which really hadn’t done all that good a job of covering her, anyway.

Marg looked, watched her enter, and noted the big smile, “What’s the smile about?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the situation. Are you ready, girls?”

Sonja reacted, “Girls … maybe you two.”

Helen took both of them into an arm and gave them hugs from the side. “No, you’re both beautiful, different generation, but mother and daughter generally are. Any woman interested in sex enough to try each other or a horse qualifies in my book.”

“What do we do?”

“You’ve never had a cock in your hands? Think of this as just another cock, a really big cock. Hands, mouth, tongue, and lips are all appropriate like any other one. And, something this big makes sharing a lot of fun.”

“How many have you had, anyway?”
“Counting this one, three. That’s right, I am no expert, either.”

“But … how … I mean, he’s not …”

Helen smiled. The girl just doesn’t want to say his cock isn’t out. She went to Eclipse head and stroked his cheeks, looking him in the eyes and kissing his nose. “Hey, big guy, remember last night? Remember how that felt when Juli and I made you feel good and you rewarded us with your cum? Remember that? These girls want to make you feel the same way. I want to make you feel the same way. Will that be okay with you?”

He nodded his head up and down and she gave him another big kiss. “I know you’re going to enjoy this, again. I wonder if this is going to become a habit …”

Then, she heard Sonja, “I don’t know if a horse can really understand, but … he dropped.” Helen looked and sure enough, he was coming out of his sheath. “Helen, have you ever seen the movie, ‘Horse Whisper’, with Robert Redford?”

“No. I don’t think I’ve even heard of it.”

“You have to see it. You might be just like that. You seem to have a knack for communication with a****ls. Does your dog respond the same way?” She had to admit that it seemed uncanny the way both Kaycee and Eclipse seemed to respond and relate to her. “I’ll find a copy and send it to you.”
They then moved under the horse, his hind legs tethered for safety against accidental kicks. Helen explained what she had done the previous two times, but that it seemed to be pretty effective. She also warned them about the volume and power of his climax and perhaps a direct shot into their mouths might not be the best idea for the first time. She mention the cum flowing out of her nose last night and they reacted with a gross look, but also couldn’t contain a laugh at the vision.

They managed to avoid choking anyone when the climax did arrive and all three of them were hosed by his cock spewing cum. Just like the previous two times, when the cock stopped shoot cum at them, they were in a bit of shock at the amount and mess it caused. Then, almost in unison, they broke out in laugher and hugging, still underneath the horse. They walked down the aisle to a storage cabinet that contained some rags and old towels for use in the barn. They wiped off what they could, dumped them into a pile, and returned to the stall to retrieve their clothes. Helen kiss Eclipse goodnight, thanked him for another memorable encounter, and they walked naked out of the barn, across the yard, and into the house to the master bedroom. Helen didn’t know where they were going, she was just following until the other two walked directly into the bathroom and a very large shower area with multiple heads.

What a day. Multiple situations of exhibitionism in front of a camera and a dozen strangers, just completed bringing Eclipse to another climax with two women she met today, and still to come is a communal showering and introducing this mother and daughter to loving each other. Look where your life has taken you Helen Hawkins. Isn’t it great?!

* * * CHAPTER 54: THE COLONDAROS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.