Riding high By Rider (mountingup@aol.com) Tracy rides on Carol, then he does the same ******************************************************************************* WARNING -- The following text contains material of erotic content, and is intended to be read only by interested adults. ******************************************************************************* Her name is Carol and she's astonishing. They were dancing when I saw them first. I swam in towards shore, stood up knee-deep in the surf, and there was this slim blonde in a one- piece, thong-backed black swimsuit moving lithely at the water's edge to the beat of a boombox. She had a dancer's body, strong and pliant, and she danced with easy, sensual grace, her long hair flying. But her partner was something else again. She was tall, at least 5'10", with the powerful physique of a world-class bodybuilder, seemingly all muscle. He shoulders were broad and thick, and her abs might have been defined with India ink. Her yellow thong bikini did nothing to hide her full, firm breasts, the rock-hard, rounded buns beneath her trim waist and the tanned thighs that were big, but still in perfect proportion with her slim hips and powerful calves. I guessed her to be at least 180 pounds, but she was every bit as graceful as her partner, and very, very sexy. The play of her muscles as she moved made me think of some kind of powerful, wild animal, perhaps a panther or a lioness, and I stared and stared. She was beautiful, and even from a distance her big hazel eyes shone clearly below a wild mop of short, dark hair. Then the amazing thing happened. The blonde girl looked up at her partner, and I heard her ask softly, "Carol...please... can we...?" Carol's face lit up with a grin of sheer joy, and for a moment the two exchanged a glance that was clearly excited and somehow secret. "Turn around, Tracy," she replied. Tracy turned her back on her partner, still dancing, but with her legs apart, her arms outstretched, and her boyish butt stuck out a bit, swaying up on one side, then the other, in time to the music. And Carol moved up behind her, grasped her bare hips in strong hands, and then flexed her knees and ducked down gracefully, stuck her head between Tracy's thighs, fitted her neck snugly into Tracy's waiting crotch, rose up again with absolutely no visible effort, and went right on dancing. Tracy rode her shoulders sitting straight and tall astride Carol's powerful neck, her legs grasping Carol's sides and her feet hooked just under the kitelike lats, moving supply as Carol swayed and turned beneath her. Tracy's eyes were closed and she smiled almost absently, as though she were paying no attention to anything but the strong shoulders supporting her bare buns, the powerful neck muscles flexing between her naked thighs, and the movement of her partner. It looked incredibly sexy. As I watched Carol's muscular body moving gracefully with her lithe shoulder-jockey matching every movement perfectly, I gradually became aware that the drawstring of my Speedos was beginning to face some stiff competition. I began backing slowly into deeper water, but couldn't take my eyes off Carol and her entranced rider. Carol's gamine smile reflected her obvious pleasure, and in a moment of insight I realized what that glance between them was all about. This was special for both of them, and they'd done it before. Suddenly Carol was looking straight at me, the hazel eyes recognizing something in my face that I couldn't hide, unless of course she happened to notice what was going on in my Speedos. It was like getting the undivided attention of a lighthouse. After a moment Carol let go in a grin like a sunrise of pure delight, and she moved toward me even as I backed into waist-deep water, until she was right there in front of me, and I found myself dancing with her. Tracy opened her eyes, looked at me for a moment, seemed to recognize something familiar, and grinned from ear to ear. Somehow she knew instinctinctively that I understood what was happening and shared in it. But Carol had begun stroking Tracy's thighs and rotating her neck just a little in her rider's crotch, and Tracy's eyes closed again. I noticed that Tracy's nipples were poking, and Carol's showed hard through the thin cloth of her bikini top at the apex of her big, firm breasts, and I thought momentarily about how it would feel to straddle Carol's chest with my hard cock pressed between them. Carol's enjoyment was obvious from the way she moved, with pride in how she looked and what she could do, and delight in the pleasure she could bring so effortlessly to the girl astride her, whose head was tipped back, lips drawn back from her teeth as she began to croon almost inaudibly. I sensed that if it weren't for the other people on the uncrowded, but not unoccupied, beach she would have been yelling. Carol was rotating her shoulders one way, her neck the other as she danced, with her hands moving Tracy's legs opposite to her own motion, and her excited rider's naked thighs began to spasm visibly as the friction increased between her almost bare crotch and the muscular neck she straddled. And Carol's impish grin became wider than ever as she finally felt her rider freeze momentarily, thighs straining, legs gripping Carol's sides with all their strength.. The drawstring had lost the battle completely by now, but fortunately the water hid a couple of inches of hardon that were now poking irrepressibly over the waistband of my Speedos. I was almost ready to pass out from excitement. Tracy seemed a bit weak, but rode gamely for a little longer. She opened her eyes, and again gave me a knowing look. Carol still moved easily, without a hint of effort or fatigue, looking me straight in the eye with that impish grin still very much in evidence. Soon she put her hands far back under Tracy's thighs, and her shoulder muscles rippled smoothly as she pressed Tracy straight up from astride her neck, and lowered her partner gently into the water, still dancing to the beat of the music from the boombox. The two glanced at each other momentarily, and again I was aware of a special message. Tracy seemed to be waiting for something great to happen, although I couldn't imagine what could top the experience she had just had. But then Carol nodded slightly, and turned to face me again, the sunrise grin brighter than ever, that smile of pure joy. She spoke two words, and I felt my heart stop. "Turn around," she said. After a second's pause to recover, I turned, my legs a little wobbly, and I saw Carol disappear beneath the water. But then I felt her hands strong on my hips, and her head bumping lightly against my ass, then sliding down and between my legs, as she carefully fitted her neck high and snug between my bare thighs. It was like an electric shock, and I think I may have cried out. But I know that despite many very enjoyable chicken fights, I had never experienced anything like the muscles moving in the powerful neck that pressed up into my crotch and lifted me clear of the water. As Carol stood I instinctively wrapped my legs around her sides, and hooked my feet behind her back. Her head came up, pressing my hard cock back against my belly, except for an inch or so that I hurriedly covered with my hands. There is absolutely nothing in the world like riding an Amazon. Here I was astride someone who combined an extreme of womanly beauty with unbelievable power, the power to dance me around on her shoulders without a trace of effort. I could feel her pleasure as she pressed my legs tighter around her body, and rotated her neck so that her head stroked my hardon with each step. And I had never felt so secure on anybody's shoulders before, clearly with no need to worry about my partner's ability to support my weight and move with me as I rode. I found myself humping almost imperceptibly astride Carol, encouraged by the feel of her strong shoulders beneath me and the powerful neck moving between my thighs. "Do it, baby," I heard her murmur quietly, "ride me!" And that was amazing too, but I know now that Carol derives special pleasure, and pride as well, from being able to pleasure others in a way that only an Amazon can. Tracy was watching in obvious delight, but I paid her scant attention. It seemed that a spring was coiling inside me as I rode Carol, whose shoulders and neck were moving more widely now, as they had done Tracy was astride her, and her hands stroked my bare thighs as she felt my legs begin to spasm, and I clasped her body tighter and tighter between them, my hips jerking more wildly, until I froze, my thighs clamped so tightly astride her neck that the tendons stood out in bold relief, as a torrent of cum shot into my strategically placed hands. I don't remember too much after that, but I do recall that eventually I slid down Carol's back from my rider's perch astride her neck, and for a moment I was straddling her narrow waist, feeling the hard, round buns below my own and noticing how deliciously my cock fit into the deep groove of her spine, flanked by muscle. The three of us fooled around for awhile in the surf, and at one point Carol lifted Tracy astride one shoulder and me astride the other. Tracy and I had our arms around each other, pulling to keep our hips close against Carol's neck, and we kissed as a sort of celebration of our shared pleasure. We ended up flopping on the beach. I couldn't get over Carol's pure enjoyment of her own beauty and strength, and her pleasure in using her powerful body effortlessly in creating special pleasure for others. I knew I must learn more about her, and fortunately I'll get the chance: That was last weekend - our date is tonight.