It was halftime when I saw him. He was walking one of his ponies around the cool down track and talking to a striking blonde in skintight jodhpurs. They were fawn colored with brown suede inserts that accentuated her inner thighs. She wore tall black riding boots and a clingy white blouse unbuttoned to mid-chest, showing a hint of perspiration just above her small, perfectly shaped breasts. She didn’t wear a bra.
If ever a girl could intimidate me, this blonde could. She was stunning. I immediately smoothed out my dress and pushed back my tawny red hair. Why, I wondered, was I giving this man or his blonde friend a moment’s notice?