Horses grazed in a field under a clear blue English sky. Carly and Anthony had just shared a wonderful picnic basket lunch on a blanket, which was shaded by a huge oak tree. Carly was relaxing, stretched out on her stomach on the blanket. She watched as Anthony packed up their gear. She saw him wince and rub his shoulder as he lifted up the basket. “Poor baby. Still sore?” Her tone was teasing, but he saw the concern in her face. He gave her a small smile as he joined her on the blanket. He had hurt his shoulder at work the other day, lifting a box that was meant for three men. Anthony was a strong boy, but even his muscles had their limits.

“Just a bit stiff, luv. I’m fine.”

Her smile grew as she sat up and began to unbutton his shirt. “I know a way to loosen you up.”

She removed his shirt and told him to lie down on his stomach. She straddled him, and firmly began to massage his stiff and sore shoulder muscles. He soon turned to jelly underneath her ministrations, groaning with delight. She worked her fingers down his spine, pleased with herself at the noises he was making. Soon, she had worked her hands down to his lower back, and under his waistband. Before long, his breathing quickened, as did her own. She wriggled on his butt as she felt her womanhood begin to tingle.

“Carly?”

“Hmm?” she asked as she rubbed and massaged beneath his waistband.

“If you were trying to take the stiffness away, I’m afraid you are failing.”

“What?” She was confused, and startled when he turned over, almost throwing her off of him.