Ultimate shoulder rides

This “play fight† had ended up just like all nearly all the others had done.  Sometimes , I won them. Just to keep the interest going. This was not one of those times.
I was lying on my back with my girlfriend, Kerrie, sitting dominantly and majestically astride my heaving chest, my biceps pinned underneath her shins, my hands resting gently on her denim clad thighs.
She looked down at me – a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
She placed her hands on her hips before tilting her head to one side as she regarded me closely before asking “Are you out of breath?â€
I was. We had been play-wrestling for the last ten minutes or so. I had done most of the work in restraining ,lifting and ultimately manoeuvring Kerrie into the position she now had me trapped in. Of course I had also made it look like I was also trying to stop her from pinning me down...You know how it is?
Yes it had been hard work...but so, so worth it.
“Anybody can tell that you haven’t been playing football for a while. You’re unfit!†
Yes , it had been three months since I last kicked a ball. It was the close season and training for the new season was a little under two weeks away .
When I hadn’t been with Kerrie , I had been drinking beer and eating chips with my mates. So no wonder I was “out of breath.† Of course , Kerrie’s weight may well have been a factor too.
Kerrie leaned backwards on me , supporting herself by pressing her hands into my stomach.
“That’s a bit podgy too.† she laughed.
It wasn’t. I was 18 years old and did not carry any excess  weight even if I admitted that I was abit out of condition, however I decided to go along with what Kerrie was saying.
“That’s just relaxed muscle. It’s all been paid for.† I said proudly.
Kerrie squeezed my stomach and bounced lightly on my chest, giggling as she did.
I was laughing too although in short sharp bursts that coincided with when Kerrie landed on my chest.
“I’m going to get you fit.† Kerrie announced.
“You are? How? You don’t even like sports. You always tell me that you can’t see the point.† I said dismissively.
“Well , I won’t actually be doing anything. I’m going to be your coach.† Kerrie was sat upright on me once more as she tapped my nose with her finger.
“So what’s the plan...coach?† I asked with , perhaps, more than a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m not sure yet.We’ll start on Friday† Kerrie said with some authority before going on to state “We won’t go the pub . We’ll go for a jog instead.â€
“How about we compromise?† I suggested “Yeah...let’s jog to the pub.† I added hopefully.
Kerrie shook  her head slowly and smiled.†Trust you!† she said.
“So when you come round on Friday evening,  I’ll expect you to be ready for a training session. If you are not dressed appropriately you’ll have to train in your vest and underpants!† she laughed again at the idea.
“You’re serious about this training aren’t you?â€
“Yes, I am...but if you don’t think you can cope with it then we’ll leave it and just go and sit in the pub...like we always seem to do.â€
She folded her arms and waited for my response.
I felt challenged. My pride wouldn’t let me “back out† of this. Kerrie’s reverse psychology had worked on me.
“Okay. I’ll do it.† I conceded.
“Good boy† Kerrie said as she patted my face gently with her hands.
Come the Friday evening I stood inside my front door and cast a glance at myself in the hall mirror.
I was dressed in my football training attire which consisted of an old long sleeved top , black shorts and black socks which I wore rolled down around my ankles.
Stepping almost self consciously outside I swung my sports bag over my shoulder before breaking into a gentle jog. It took me 20 minutes to jog to  Kerrie’s house on the other side of town.
On arrival I was a little out of breath but nothing that a couple of minutes rest wouldn’t cure.
I knocked on the door and  Kerrie’s mum answered. “Hello darling, come in.I see you are ready for your training. Kerrie has been telling me about it. She actually didn’t think you’d be up for it because it’s pub night on Fridays for you isn’t it?†  
“No, I said I’d do it and I always stick to my word.† I said “matter-of-factlyâ€
“Don’t let her work you too hard,son† I heard Kerrie’s dad say as he poked his head around the living room door.
I liked Kerrie’s mum and dad.
Kerrie came into the hall. She looked fantastic!
She was wearing (our) school colours of light blue polo shirt over navy blue gym shorts.
I reminded myself of how Kerrie had always declared her dislike of sport although here she was with toned, powerful looking and tanned legs that could easily have been those of a professional tennis player. 
I also reminded myself how one of Kerrie’s friends had said that if they were to build a perfect girl using parts of all “the girls† then they would definitely use Kerrie’s hips, bum and legs!
“What’s in the bag?† Kerrie asked as he pointed just over my right shoulder.
I looked down at the carpet as I “confessed† “It’s pub clothes...just in case you had changed your mind about doing this exercise thing.â€
“Oh no you don’t “ Kerrie said trying to be stern although I noticed a faint smile pass across her face.
“Let’s get started† she went on “Let’s go outside into the garden. It’s a lovely warm evening so conditions are ideal.†Kerrie turned to walk towards the patio doors in the kitchen.
I didn’t answer as I had become transfixed as I watched her pear shaped bum as it swayed rhythmically and hypnotically in the tight blue shorts.
Kerrie’s verbal prompt “Come on then!†snapped me back to reality. I followed her into the garden.
The garden was immense. There was a patio area that we were standing on .It had four steps leading down to a large lawn area with a cluster of trees surrounding an arbour right at the bottom.
Kerrie turned to face me with her hands on her hips.
“You can warm up by doing some stretching. Follow me.â€
The stretching was quickly over with.
“Do some press ups!† Kerrie demanded.
I did some press ups followed by some sit-ups.
Kerrie paused and looked thoughtfully down at the ground.
“What to do next?† I suggested
“What do you normally do when you train?â€
“After warming up , we do some light jogging then step up the cardio vascular exercises designed to increase stamina , endurance and all that kinda stuff.† I replied helpfully.
“What about weights?† Kerrie asked “Surely , you must do some weight lifting?â€
“Not for football really although weights can be used as part of a circuit but our training is more about stamina than how strong your arms are. You don’t need arms like Popeye to play football.† I added.
Quite simply, my upper body strength wasn’t great and I just didn’t want to draw attention to the fact.
“Okay then...erm....run down to the bottom of the garden and back† Kerrie said as she pointed to the bottom of the garden as though I had no idea where it would be.
I shrugged “You’re the boss.† and started to jog.
After only a couple of minutes Kerrie asked me to stop.
She shook her head “This is too easy for you. You’re not even sweating.  I think it’s about time we introduced some weights for you to carry.â€
I looked around the garden and all I could see that could be used was the medium sized stones from the rockery.
“What weights have you got for me to use?â€
Kerrie’s reply was simple and one worded...†Me.â€
I felt my stomach knot. “You?â€
“Yes. Me. I can sit on your shoulders and you can carry me up and down.â€
I could not find words to describe what an absolutely brilliant and potentially extremely enjoyable idea it was so I merely answered “Okay. If you want.â€
“Lovely.† Kerrie whispered as she walked across the patio to where I was standing. She looked up at me before turning her back to me. I noticed she moved her feet to shoulder width apart.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
Not for the first time she prompted me “Come on then!â€
I slowly dropped to my knees behind her. My breathing was rapid.  I tried to slow it down.
My face was on a level with her bum and just inches away from it. It really was perfect and I fantasised about how it was just waiting for me to...and how, very soon, it would be perched on my shoulders
I placed my hands around Kerrie’s legs and felt the firmness and smoothness of her thighs as I bowed my head before forcing it gently between her legs. I was aware that my hands very gently pulled at Kerrie’s thighs as though widening the opening for me to get my head through.
I felt a brief sensation as my ears brushed against the insides of her thighs before I felt my shoulders press against the back of her legs.
I lifted my head up and felt the pressure of her crotch slowly increase as did the pressure from the tops of her thighs around my neck.
I placed one foot flat on the floor in front of me and prepared to lift.
I noticed how Kerrie’s feet went on to tip toe as I began to push upwards. I felt Kerrie’s feet bang against my waist and hips as I did.
I heard Kerrie lightly squeal and felt her hands holding onto my head for support.
With less effort than I imagined there would be, I was now standing with Kerrie sitting on my shoulders.
I jiggled my shoulders up and down and felt Kerrie settle herself as she pressed forwards against the back of my head, hook her feet behind my back and rest her hands on top of my head.
The smoothness and firmness of her inner thighs seemed to envelope my ears ,face,neck and jaw. I also noticed the steady downward pressure on my shoulders as well  the inward pressure on my jaw , face , ears and neck.
Kerrie began to run her fingers through my hair gently twisting, pulling and stroking it before I heard her calmly say “ Now I’m sitting comfortably, we’ll begin.â€
She leaned forward, brushing my hair back off my forehead and told me “If you start over there† she pointed  before continuing “will you carry me by the fence to the bottom of the garden through the trees and back up to the patio over there ?† pointing to the side that was now behind us.†Would you be okay with that?†
“I don’t see that as a problem. How many times do you want me to do that?â€
“Maybe you could just keep going. If you get tired then we’ll stop. I’m not looking to damage you† she smiled down at me.
“Okay. Hold tight. Here we go.† I said
I placed my hand protectively around Kerrie’s knees as I descended the steps for the first time.
While navigating the steps I could feel my leg muscles respond to the extra weight I was carrying. On reaching the lawn I felt Kerrie release her grip on my head and go back to fondling my hair and face with her long guitarist’s fingers.
She folded my ears over and squeezed them between her thighs.
I responded by moving my hands to rest on her thighs , making light stroking movements as I walked.
She stretched her legs out so that her feet were pointing the way ahead. I felt her thigh muscles tighten under the palms of my hands and felt the pressure increase around my neck, jaw, face and ears.
Walking back up the garden I could tell that the ground sloped upwards. I felt my thigh muscles scream with the effort.
There was no question that I was now having a proper work out.
Kerrie asked ne “Are you alright?â€
“Yeah...sure...no problem at all...† I lied.
Kerrie had sat on my shoulders before  - all nine and a bit stone of her-although these times had always been indoors with me mostly sitting down and just supporting her weight. She had also worn pants, either jeans or her black cords.
I had never carried her for as long as this before and the feeling of her naked thighs against my skin...well it made me regret choosing to wear a pair of football shorts...
As I carried her, Kerrie chatted about every day subjects namely school, how her friend Lorna had made a dress for herself and ripped it when she was showing it to her friends, how her maths tutor had gone off sick , more gossip about her friends , how nice/messy next doors gardens were, how very comfortable I was to ride and how nice I was to sit on and even thanked me for letting her.
She appeared to be comfortable and safe enough because she unhooked her feet from around my back and let them dangle against the front of my hips and rested her lower arms on my head as she leaned forwards slightly. I could see her fingers in my peripheral vision.
After about, maybe, fifteen minutes I had completed something like 10 or 12 “laps† and I was starting to feel tired. My shoulders were burning and my face was hot. I was also aware that my breathing was becoming laboured but I didn’t want to admit it.
Kerrie reached forward  and down placing her hand on my chest. After a few seconds she reported that my heart was beating quickly and my face looked flushed.
“I think you should rest now. I think you’ve earned it, don’t you?â€
Kerrie made the decision for me.
“Take me over to the arbour, please. You can rest on the seat.
I “obeyed.â€
Kerrie leaned forward to lower her head as we entered the arbour. She laughed as I turned around in the confined space and lowered myself down onto the bench.
Once sat down I expected Kerrie to get off. She didn’t. Instead she spent the time squeezing her thighs around my head, fondling my hair and cupping my chin in her hands as she gently pulled me tighter against her.
For me and, it appeared, Kerrie...we were sharing a perfect moment.
“I’ll need to get changed if we’re going to go to the pub.† Kerrie said softly. “I’ll need a shower too.â€
She then gently pulled my head up so that I was looking up at her. She smiled and blew me a kiss before asking me “Are you going to join me?â€
“I’d love to.â€
I carried her back inside.
My work out had taken no longer than 20 minutes in total and I tingled with excitement and ached in equal measures.
Once inside, I  lowered Kerrie down onto the kitchen floor.
Smiling she held my hand and lead me towards the stairs.
It would seem that my exercise session had not quite finished...