Chapter 6: Three-Day Walk

I asked, “How far is this town from here?”

Tressie said, “Three days walk, maybe four at the most.”

I said, “So, it’s an easy two days by horseback.”

Tressie said, “I have never been on a horse.”

I chuckled, “So, it will be three days with a painful hiney for you.”

We finished eating and drinking, I paid up, and we left to find a stable that would rent two horses.

I paid half a silver to reserve two horses for the next morning. I had already told her we were not sleeping in her master’s house. I had her gather her things, which were pretty meager. I found a small cloth shopping bag in the kitchen and turned it into a bag of holding for her.

I took Tressie to my boarding house and paid for a one nights stay for her. We took a walk and talked as we waited for the evening. When it was time, we returned to the boarding house. We ate the meal provided and went our separate ways for the night.

We got up, had breakfast, then packed and left. At the stable, I paid an exorbitant fee to rent the horses and tack. I had the stable master fill a bag with grain and include two foldable feed bags for the animals.

The stable master had given me directions to the next town west of here, called Birch Creek. We rode for several hours and stopped to water the horses at a creek. I let Tressie walk around and rest a while to get the kinks out. We stayed there an hour so the horses could chomp some grass and drink more water. I could tell her butt was hurting her.

We saddled up. I took the cover off my staff and put my hood up. If we came near a would-be robber, I wanted them to know I was a mage. I lit the Sardius Stone. There could be no doubt now.

I had determined earlier that I did not need to steer the bay I was riding. If it saw a path, it just followed it. Tressie was riding a little piebald pony. It followed wherever my horse went.

We rode on for hours after that. We ate a late-morning snack of jerky while on horseback. Not long after that, I knew Tressie was done in and decided to stop for her sake. The nags were getting slow and tired, too.

I pulled us off the trail and into the woods. I went back and concealed our tracks. I had picked a small clearing well out of sight of the road. We were far enough away that the horses would not whinny at a passing horse.

I pulled the red bag of holding out of my original bag. It took 15 minutes, but I pulled out all the tent supports and put the tent frame and tent together. I had a 10’ x 10’ square tent made back when I was caravaning. It reminded me of the family size tent our family had when I was a boy. I had tried to copy it because it was large and roomy.

I’d had the frame built by a furniture maker. It has dozens of hardwood parts that fit together with pegs and holes. The canvas covering makes it a waterproof place, protected from the wind and weather.

I had a bag of holding that held plenty of preserved travel rations. We gnawed on flatbread and small travel sausages while we waited for the sun to go down.

The highlight of the evening for me was using a jar of salve on Tressie’s naked little bum. She was quite red and sore on her ass and thighs. After rubbing the salve delightedly onto her, I cast a healing spell over her. I enjoyed rubbing her bum and inner thighs more than I should. She’s quite adorable. Between the spell and the salve, she would be fit to ride by morning.

Her little ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ had gotten to me. She IS a sweet-looking little thing.

I went to sleep with the image of Tressie’s cute little tush in my mind. She has slender, well-formed legs, and her sweet buns are to die for. Seeing and touching them had been enjoyable. I saw just enough of her back end that I wondered what her little quim looked like.

In the morning, we had cups of bitter and hardboiled eggs for breakfast. After feeding the horses and saddling up, we restarted on our trip. She was doing much better today. She had not complained at all yesterday, but I had sensed Tressie’s great discomfort.

We stopped and watered the horses at every stream and creek. Late in the afternoon, we had to cross a river. There are no road construction companies here. Many roads are more like game trails that people use.

We stripped off and put our clothes in our bags of holding to keep them dry. I let her go first so I could follow and help her if she had a problem. The stream was wide here, so it was safe, but we did get very wet. The view of Tressie crossing the river naked was marvelous. I did not see anything close up in detail, but her sweet form had me swimming with a painful hard-on.

By the time we were on the other side and drying off, Tressie could easily tell how much I appreciated her body. She kept looking at my hard cock. I appreciated her body and perky cone-shaped boobies. She has erect nipples from the cold river water. They are completely colorless and emerge as two pale, pointed tips. She is simply perfect. Her tiny blue-black carpet of fuzz matches her drapes. Tressie has a small patch of fur; it’s dainty and still girlish.

We wiped off the saddles and unsaddled the horses. They needed to be dried off before the saddles went back on.

It seemed to take us forever to get redressed. It was cool after the dip, and the wind was blowing on us. You would think we would dress in a hurry.

Tressie said, “Have you seen enough yet?”

I smiled, “Hell no! I like to look at you too much to get dressed.”

Eventually, I said, “I suppose we cannot ride naked. That would be painful. OK, let’s get dressed and then go.”

She said, “Whew, you had me worried there.” ( points at my hard cock )

I pointed, “You -are- superbly lovely, my dear Tressie. I could not help but salute your beauty.”

I watched her blush very red.