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I could feel my heart race as I watched Beyoncé approach the stable, her presence commanding the moment. She was wearing this short, flowy white dress that made my breath catch. The material swayed with every step, and I couldn’t help but focus on how it revealed the smoothness of her thighs. The soft curve of her legs looked even more radiant against the brown cowboy boots she wore, their simplicity adding to her effortless beauty. She was every bit the picture of grace and power, a goddess wrapped in white.
As she reached the stable, her eyes met mine. “Okay, don’t go all strict mode on me if I don’t understand. It’s been a while.”
I chuckled, stepping closer to Nova, the black stallion who stood by me. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I said with a wink, and I could tell from the way her lips twitched that she caught the flirtation in my voice.
She raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it, though I could see a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She glanced at Nova, who stood tall and imposing. “Okay, I do not want to ride Nova. He seems a little... intimidating.”
I laughed lightly, my gaze never leaving her. “You’ll be fine, I promise. Come on, let’s take him out to the arena.”
I walked Nova towards the private arena, the sound of his hooves echoing in the quiet morning. Beyoncé followed behind me, her dress swishing with each step, her presence drawing me in. She was a vision. As we reached the arena, I turned to face her, my heart pounding a little faster. “Alright, do you remember how to get on a horse at least?”
Beyoncé giggled, the sound light and melodic. “I think so,” she replied with a small smile that made my stomach twist.
I could feel the heat between us grow, a subtle tension thick in the air as I gently guided her towards Nova. “Alright, we’re going to start slow. You’ll need to grab the reins and then swing your leg over like this—” I demonstrated, watching her carefully as she copied my movements.
She took a deep breath and, with a bit of hesitation, approached Nova. As she bent down to grab the reins, the wind picked up just enough to catch the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly, and I couldn’t help but stare at the smooth expanse of her thighs. They were perfect, and the way the dress clung to her body only made the sight more intoxicating.
For a moment, everything else around me faded. It was just her—just Beyoncé—and the way her body moved, the fluidity of her grace that made everything seem effortless. I fought the urge to reach out, to touch her, but instead, I kept my distance, savoring the beauty of the moment.
“Okay, now you just need to swing your leg over,” I instructed gently, trying to sound casual, though inside I was anything but calm. I couldn’t help but watch, completely captivated, as Beyoncé positioned herself.
