Ridingboots fetish

Once Upon A Summer Evening

By: Writer58

Back in the 1980’s I worked as a farmhand up north for a few months. One of the fields next to the farm was used for equestrian training. The owner rented out stable boxes and when I started, there were just two horses in the stables. Later on, there would be more, but these were early days.

While I was busy mucking around, keeping the place in general order and feeding the various animals, I would sometimes see these two elegant girls, Linda and Agnes, doing their dressage and jumping practice sessions on their respective horses in the equestrian field.

At 20 years, I had just finished my 10-month army service. I was starved for female company. I was also poor. These girls were all way out of my league. But it was impossible to avoid noticing them in their elegant riding outfits. They looked amazing and they knew it.

My boss had already told me off sharply once for standing around chatting too long with Linda, the girl I fancied most. She had this long blonde ponytail and deep sea blue eyes. Even on the farm she always smelled rosy and fresh.

After being told to leave them alone and only answer when spoken to, I had to keep a lower profile. Linda and her friend Agnes would still occasionally wave to me from their horses, seemingly making fun of the fact that I looked around me before I dared to wave back.

When their practice sessions had ended, the girls would usually get into their cars and drive off. Agnes had a VW Golf which was nearly new and Linda had a little Nissan hatchback. I couldn’t afford a car at all, but I had a little motorbike which got me where I needed to go.

One evening I was about to finish my shift the Golf rolled out through the gates and disappeared. A few minutes later I was surprised to see Linda coming out of the changing rooms alone, still in her riding outfit.

Not that there was anything unusual about that – they sometimes changed at the changing room at the stables, and sometimes left in their cars wearing their riding gear.

I was about to get my little motorbike when I heard Linda call out to me.


I turned around. Her face was a little red and she moved a bit awkwardly. Her hair was hanging a bit looser than normal. I cursed myself because I could immediately feel how my own cheeks began to burn.


“I'm sorry to bother you … could you do me a favour...?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Could you help me pull my boots off? I cycled here today and changed into my riding gear here, but I've forgotten to bring my boot jack. It's still in my car. Agnes has one in her car but she was in a bit of a hurry today, so she’s already gone...”

“Isn’t there a jack in the changing room or the stables?” I asked.

“I looked, but I couldn’t find one... really sorry to bother you but I’d rather not cycle in these. They are new and haven’t dropped much at all yet. Bicycle pedalling will get real uncomfortable real quick. It’s still a bit difficult to bend my knees...”

She breathed in through her teeth and looked down at her tall, elegant black boots. Yes, cycling in those might be problematic. I could see that.

“There should be a boot jack around here somewhere I’m sure. But if you sit down on that bench I’ll help you.”


Linda hobbled over to the wooden bench outside the stables and stretched out her left leg. I started pulling on the tall boot. It did not budge one millimetre. We tried once more. Linda pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen over her forehead and took a deep breath. She pulled with all her might while I tugged in the other direction.


“Is there any particular way I should pull?” I asked.

“Just grab the heel part and do your best,” she said. “It will come loose eventually. I just hope I don’t get cramp.”

It took me a good few minutes to wriggle the boot off her leg. It was a good thing the bench was fixed to the ground or I would have pulled the bench along as well.

I thought I had figured out the boot-pulling technique by now, so I took the other boot and gave it a real hard tug.

“Ow, stop... cramp... cramp! I have to stand up! Quick!”

Linda hopped up and grabbed my arm, grimacing in pain. Then she pushed her booted foot down against the ground for half a minute.

“Phew... it’s fine now,” she said. “I get these cramps sometimes. That’s why I decided to take the bicycle here. I’ve put on a few pounds lately.”

She looked down.

“You look fine to me,” I blurted out.

“Well, thanks... but I really don't want to put on any more. If I do, I won’t be able to wear these boots at all!”

“Are you OK to try again?” I said.

“Yes, I’m fine, it will come off now, I'm sure.” she said.

I did my best to pull carefully and at the same time give it enough of a tug without causing stress. Linda grimaced a little bit. Finally, after a lot of wriggling and tugging, the stubborn boot finally let go of her leg with a slow ‘whoosh’ sound.

“Ohh, that's a relief,” she said. “Thank you ever so much. I have to remember the boot jack next time.”

“Sure, no problems. I’ll look around here too.”

“I’ll just go and change back to my other clothes.”


I stayed by my motorbike and pretended to fiddle with the engine until she reappeared from the changing rooms. She was carrying a big backpack which I knew contained her riding gear. I could see the tops of the boots sticking out at the top. Her riding helmet was hanging at the rear of the backpack.

“Actually... I’m glad you haven’t left yet. Could I ask you one more favour?”


“Could you lock up my gear somewhere until tomorrow? I forgot my locker padlock too. It’s still in my car. I only took the clothes when I cycled out here."

"I think it's safe in the changing room," I said.

"Oh, I’m sure nobody would steal these things. I’d just feel safer if everything could be locked in somewhere safe. I don't know all the people who pass through the changing rooms...”

“OK,” I said. “I will put everything in my own locker and you will have it all back tomorrow.”

“I probably won’t be back until the weekend, we’re going away for a few days. But it would be great if you could take care of it until I come back.”

“Consider it done.”

"I'm so glad I don't have to cycle home in my riding boots. They're still almost new and haven't dropped yet. New boots can be such a pain. Do you ride at all...?"

"Only my motorbike."

"Maybe you should try riding a horse some time. You might enjoy it."

She smiled and winked at me. My cheeks felt very hot all of a sudden.

“Well, thanks a million for your help,” Linda said. “See you Saturday then.”

“See you.”

Linda rolled away along the country road into the the evening sun. Her beautiful ponytail was flying in the soft summer breeze. My hand squeezed the handle on her backpack. For a split second, she turned her head and waved to me.

I waved back.

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