As far back as I can remember I have been obsessed with horse riding. I got my first lesson at 8 and competed in show jumping competitions across the country from my early teens. I eventually opened my own riding school in my mid twenties. It was a combined livery stables where owners would keep their horses and a school for kids and adult to learn how to ride.

I had a number of especially bright students that I coached. All my one to one coaching students were in their teens, progressing through various levels of show jumping competition.

This story concerns one of my younger students, a 13 year old called Jess. She had been riding for a number of years and was competing at quite a high level when the events in this story happened. Throughout the year she had competed in a number of qualifying competitions and had got both of her ponies into the regional finals. Her Dad usually traveled with her to all the competitions, it was quite a commitment in time and money but Jess and her family were determined to get to the top in her chosen sport.

A couple of days before the competition, Jess arrived at the yard as usual to take care of her ponies and practice some jumps. But as soon as I saw her I knew something was amiss. When I approached her, I could see she was very upset. I asked her what the matter was and she burst into tears. After a few minutes of trying to calm her down, I eventually got out of her the news that her aunt -her father's sister - was very ill and he had rushed off across the country to be with her. With no-one to bring her to the jump finals, Jess' hopes of a medal were quashed.

I consoled Jess as best I could but she was distraught. I left her to take care of the ponies and went off to take care of a few things. Later that day, Jess' mom, Sandy, came to pick her up and I took her aside so we could talk. She confirmed that her husband had been called away unexpectedly and there was no-one to accompany Jess to the finals. Sandy had to stay at home to take care of Jess' brother and sister and anyway, she wasn't experienced around horses like her husband so it would be of no use her going with Jess. I told her I was disappointment for Jess and said I would try to sort something out. Sandy thanked me for my concern and she went off to take Jess home.

Later that evening, the phone rang. When I answered it was Sandy. We talked for a few moments and then Sandy said she had an idea. She hadn't mentioned anything to Jess yet, until she talked it over with me. I asked her what she had come up with and she asked would I consider accompanying Jess to the finals. I was taken aback. I told Sandy that I was very honored by her trusting me but it wasn't appropriate for a man my age to go off with a teen girl unaccompanied. Sandy said she had considered this and talked it over with her husband and they had agreed that there was no-one they trusted their daughter with more. I told Sandy I would consider the suggestion overnight and call her next day.

I had a sleepless night thinking about the plan and next morning I called Sandy, fully intending to say that it was not feasible. When Jess answered the phone, my heart over-ruled my head. I told Sandy that if she trusted me then I would be willing to accompany Jess to the finals. She told me all was arranged and that they would cover all the cost.

Two days later Jess arrived at the yard after school. Her mom came and thanked me and I told Jess to put her gear in the back of my Land Rover. We loaded up the two ponies and all their equipment. Jess gave her mom a hug goodbye and Sandy even gave me a warm kiss on the cheek she was so thankful.

We got on the road and Jess was obviously excited about the weekend. She seemed to chat endlessly but I didn't mind - her enthusiasm was infectious. We talked about her chances in the competitions. She had two ponies that had qualified. There would be a preliminary round on the Saturday with the finals on the Sunday.

We arrived at the show grounds about three hours later. We immediately registered Jess for the competitions and found out where the ponies would be stabled for the weekend. We got them settled into their stalls, sorted out their bedding, feed and water. It was getting late and we were both tired by the timed we finished. We stopped off for a pizza on the way to the guesthouse that Jess' Dad had booked. That's when the problem arose. Jeff had booked a room for him and Jess, and Sandy never thought to change the booking. The guesthouse was booked out and it was too late to find anywhere else to stay. I told the receptionist that Jess would take the room and I would sleep in the car. I went out to explain the situation to Jess. She immediately said that I could sleep in the room with her. I told her that it was not appropriate for a grown man to share a room with a young girl. She insisted that her Dad shared a room with her on trips and that we would be going straight to sleep and getting up early next day for the competition. The thought of spending a night sleeping in a cold and uncomfortable car didn't appeal to me. It was too late to call Sandy for approval so I relented. I was confident of my own morals as I have never had thoughts about young girls.

At this point, readers are probably anxious to know what Jess looked like. Jess is average height, slim, pretty brunette. She has a shapely body for a 13 year old and has developed in a sexy young lady. As I said, I have never had thoughts about young girls but that does mean I don't notice a firm sexy ass and perky tits.

When we got to our room, I told Jess to use the bathroom to get ready for bed. I decided I better forego my usual sleeping attire, that is nothing, and wear a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I got into bed and Jess came out of the bathroom in a baggy T-shirt and hopped quickly into bed. I wished her good night and turned off the light. I lay in the bed trying to clear my head and get off to sleep. After 15 minutes of twisting and turning in the bed, I heard Jess turn around towards me.

"I guess I'm too excited about tomorrow to sleep" she said. I told her she needed to get as much rest as possible as we needed to be at the showgrounds early the next morning to prepare her ponies for the show.

"I know", she said. "Can we chat for a while" she asked.

"Sure if it helps you to get to sleep" I told her.

"Dave, why don't you have a girlfriend". Well that came out of the blue, what was she thinking.

"I don't get much time for a girlfriend and most girls who aren't into horses won't accept that their boyfriend can't got out partying because he needs to go to bed early because he is up at six to muck out horses."

"What about girls who are into horses, surely they understand?" she asked. "Sure they do, but I just haven't met them".

"Is there anyone in the yard that you fancy" This was getting a bit personal, so I decided to stop the conversation.

"I think it's time you got off to sleep, young lady". With that Jess turned her back to me and from the sounds she made she seemed to get to sleep quickly.

I lay awake awhile thinking about the circumstances, the conversation I had with Jess and the competition for the next day but drifted off to sleep. I awoke sometime in the night to the sound of Jess in the bathroom. The bathroom light was on and she had left the door ajar. I heard the toilet flush and Jess came into view at the handbasin. She washed her hand and distractedly looked at herself in the mirror. I could see her profile. The baggy T-shirt didn't reveal much of her body, but she must have had an itch as she lifted the front to rub her belly. I could see her firm tanned stomach and her hand as it moved to scratch the underside of her boob. I couldn't see her tit as it was still covered by the T-shirt but it put some thoughts into my head. She turned off the light and hopped back into her bed.

I was awoken by my alarm the next morning. For a moment I didn't know where I was. I heard a noise beside me and looked over to see Jess. The realization of the situation came back to me. Jess had kicked off the covers during the night and I could see her slender legs stretched out. I couldn't help notice that her T shirt had ridden up in the night and her panty covered ass was partially on view. She was still asleep, so I decided to take the opportunity to get a shower before breakfast. I slipped into the bathroom. As i stood under the warm shower my thoughts turned to those long legs and that sweet firm ass. My hand dropped to my hardening cock and I took a firm grip of my shaft and started pumping. Thoughts of Jess swarmed around by mind as I imagined her hand wrapped around my cock. It took only couple of minutes for me to shoot and I opened my eyes to realized the door was ajar and Jess was awake and looking straight at me. I froze. Would she be freaked? Would she tell her parents? As I looked at Jess I noticed a smile cross her face, and she turned over in the bed to look away.

I got dressed and went back into the bedroom. I wasn't sure what to say. I apologized to Jess and she just nodded. I told her I was going for breakfast and she should get ready and follow me to the dining room.