The Widower

Marie pulled back gently on the reins, and Joanne slowed her pace, the cart coming to a gentle stop at the top of a rise. 'Good Girl..'

John didn't know where to look. All around him was some of the most beautiful scenery he had seen in months, since before Lesley had become too ill to travel anywhere except the hospital. And yet, in front of him, was a stunning woman, close to naked, dripping with sweat as she pulled the cart that he was sitting in.

He jumped out of the cart and went to look at Joanne from the front. Her face and chest were flushed, and her chest was heaving as she recovered from the effort of pulling them along the trail, but her eyes were bright and behind the bit was a smile.

'She likes praise, and being touched, when she's doing a good job!' called Marie, who was claiming out of the cart herself.

John hesitantly reached out with his hand, rubbing Joanne's cheek. Joanne pressed her head against his hand, then pushed her chest out, shaking back and forth and making it very clear what she wanted.

'Marie laughed. 'Go ahead John. She's a terrible pony when she get's excited.' She reached over and tousled Joanne's sweat damp hair.

John moved his hand down, touching Joanne's left breast, running a thumb across a rock hard nipple, hearing the pony's breath catch for a moment. 'Good girl'. Joanne stepped forward a little, until she was pressing her self against him. He could feel himself getting hard.

Marie loosened a couple of straps and gently pulled on the big, letting the whole thing drop onto Joanne's chest. 'Thank you, Mistress, Sir..'

'I think she deserves a treat, don't you John?'

John's voice was almost a whispe. 'Yes....:'

This was all Joanne needed, Gently, carefully, she knelt down, the shafts of the cart touching the floor now, until she was kneeling in front of John, mouth open, her eyes pleading.

John needed no encouragement. He freed his cock from his trousers, and she leant forward, slowly taking it into her mouth, before pulling back, wrapping her tongue around the shaft as she did.

She repeated this, five, six times. John hadn't done anything except masturbate for months now, and he moaned 'Oh Christ...' as he came. Joanne pulled back as he did, leaving just the glans in her mouth, swallowing as he filled her mouth, until John felt his orgasm slow and stop.

Joanne gave his glans a final lick, then she let it fall from her mouth. She looked up at him. 'Thank you Sir.'

'Good Girl,' replied John, and he laid a hand on her face, feeling her push against him. Marie came up beside him. 'Good Girl, indeed.' She turned to John, and realized that he was crying.

'Are you ok?'

John kept his hand on Joanne's face. 'I haven't been with anyone since...'

'Sir...' Joanne was still on her knees, looking up at him. Marie nodded, and she continued. 'I met your wife once. She was very kind to a frustrated young woman, and helped her find herself. I know she wouldn't want you to shut yourself in. She'd want you to carry on and start anew.'

'Shush now, Pony...' Marie sounded stern, but she was smiling. 'She's right. Maybe that's why she never revealed this place to you herself. Everyone who comes here is changed by this place. Maybe this is Lesley's last gift for you. A place for you to change.'

Joanne stood, and Marie started to replace the bit. 'Let's go home.