"Fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, that's it," said Rhona Goshkirk, as she handed the immunisation devise to Moira Dingle.
Rhona had bought into a share of Butlers Farm, and brought her veterinarian knowledge to the job, and was now learning the farming side.
They had just finished the immunisation of the new sheep, and Rhona was ready for a coffee.
"Coffee time, I think," said Rhona as she slipped of her gauntlet type gloves and swept a hand through her unruly hair.
Moira looked her straight in the eye, and said, "No time for breaks, the top barn needs clearing before the winter feed arrives tomorrow, there maybe ten minutes for a brew then."
"Ok partner," replied Rhona with a fake smile, "top barn it is."
Rhona made her way to the barn and began to clear a space. After about thirty minutes, she had cleared sufficient space for the feed, and had worked up quite a sweat.
She climbed the ladder to the upper portion of the barn and lay on some soft hay. An open hatch allowed a cooling breeze to enter.
It had been warm work, so she pulled down the zipper of her rather bulky overall and let the breeze
cool her body.
She looked around, Moira was nowhere to be seen, so she slipped off the overall completely and sank back into the hay wearing just her bra and panties.
Moira hadn't had sex in quite a while, since her and Pete Barton had split to be exact. As she relaxed on the hay, her mind began to remember some really hot and exciting sexual adventures from the past.
Eyes closed, her hand moved to her breast, the nipple under the flimsy material of her bra, instantly hardened.
She recalled her first oral sex, a fellow veterinary student in her tiny flat. She recalled her mouth sliding over the erect penis and the moans of pleasure from him, she recalled every moment, but couldn't remember his name.
Her fingers worked their way into her panties, through the patch of pubic hair and into her wetness.
The weekend in a luxury hotel with one of her lecturers, was racing through her mind.
Her fingers now seeking the sensitive spots inside her ever dampening pussy, as the memories flooded back.
She knew he was married, but with his Richard Gere looks and good body, she gave into temptation and spent the most fantastic sexually charged weekend of her life.
They fucked in bed, in the shower, the jacuzzi the sauna and most daring of all was the blow job she gave him in the lift, complete with CCTV camera, no doubt giving the operator an eyeful, as well as the smile and cheeky wink she gave on leaving the lift.
She was close to coming now and her fingers worked furiously inside her as images of her ex Pierce, the control freak psycho, swept through her. He was a bastard, but oh my could he make her come.
She did come, long and satisfying and right under the disbelieving gaze of Moira Dingle, who had watched Rhona's masturbation for a good five minutes.
Moira, also hadn't had sex since the amazing threesome with her estranged husband Caine, and the black girl Cara, she began to moisten as Rhona seductively sucked her pussy juices from her fingers.
Watching Rhona, she wanted to jump on her body, but not knowing if she was into girl on girl, and resisting the temptation, she quietly left the barn and waited for Rhona to emerge.
"Right boss, that's the barn ready for the winter feed, what's next? Said Rhona, her cheeks flushed, though not through exertion.
Moira replied, "cup of tea and a biscuit, you need to keep your energy up after those exertions."
Rhona saw a small smile across Moira's face, and wondered if...
They carried on their work into the afternoon.
"Well that's me for today," said Rhona as the last part of the fence was replaced, she continued,"a nice relaxing bath and then there is a bottle of Pinot in the fridge with my name on it."
Moira replied, "that sounds like a plan, only wish I could join you."
"The wine or the bath?" Said Rhona laughing.
Moira looked her deep in the eyes and said, "either or both."
"Sounds inviting, but I'll take a rain check, if that's okay." Said Rhona