She drummed her fingers on the five bar gate, the sound of the horse munching his hay bugging her. She checked her watched and sighed, 45 minutes late. If she didn't love the way he handled the horses, and not to mention how easy on the eye he was, she'd bin him off and get a new farrier. She sighed again, sweat beading on her brow from the heat. She knew she looked a hot mess, she had thought Megan, her stable hand would be here, but she had conveniently called in sick, so here Ashley was, daisy dukes and shorts on, top tied up off her waist and a bandana knotted in her short hair, still sweltering in the sun.
After what seemed like forever, his van finally pulled up outside the gate.
Hallelujah
she thought, popping the latch and swinging the gate open. She briefly waved to him as he drove through, and shut it firmly behind him. He jumped out the van, his black muscle shirt slick with sweat, making it stick to the shape of his body. "Hey, sorry Ash, the old bint said 4 sets and she meant 6!"
Ashley shrugged "Yeah no worries George, Megans sick so you have the pleasure of my company." She couldn't be mad at him, his blue eyes twinkled at her, a half smile turning up one cheek, and gosh his body! "Always a pleasure with you Ash." he winked at her, and popped open the back of his van. She stood next to Snoopy, her gelding, whilst he unloaded what he needed, and fired the oven up.
"Can you grab me a bucket of water?" he asked her.
"Sure." she said, and sauntered across to the feed room. She bent over, using her riders arse to its great potential, and grabbed a bucket. She stood, placing it under the tap and catching a glimpse of George checking her out in the window. She smiled to herself, now that was a face she could sit on. She finished filling the bucket up, and took it back over. "No Noah today?" Noah was his apprentice, and tended to about all the time. "Nah touch of the man flu."
"Weekend flu more like!" she laughed.
George laughed with her, "You got anything planned this weekend?" he asked.
"The usual debauchary, lots of whiskey, lots of singing, lots of selfies.. you?"
"Well nothing that exciting thats for sure." he grinned at her, turning to give Snoopy a pat, and picking up his front leg.
They stood in silence for a bit, Ashley could feel a tigthness in her stomach.
God he is so hot
she thought, watching him bend, his arms bulging with the effort of pulling off the shoes, sweat oiling his body making him glisten in the sun. "You want a drink?" she asked, realising she had to take a breather before she started licking the back of his neck.
"Yeah sure, anything cold."
She went into the office and opened the fridge door, taking a deep breath and enjoying the cold breeze across her body, cooling her down and making her nipples hard. This was why she needed Megan here when he was, a buffer between the pair of them, something to distract her from turning into a bitch in heat.
She snatched up two cold cans and headed back to George. He wiped his brow, and took from her. "Thanks," he said, taking a swig, "This heat is getting crazy."
"Naw, I love it, bikinis and shorts, sun tans, bbqs, sex outside.. ya know." She smirked at him, taking a gulp from her own drink. "Sex outside huh," he pouted, "Can't say its been the summer for that!"
"Really George, all those hot young girls at the racing yards?" she queried. He shook his head, "No, too old for that shit now, they're all in the teens!"
They laughed together and lapsed back into comfortable silence. George carried on with Snoopys' feet, whilst she went and swept up round the yard, topping up some buckets needlessly just to stop her heart pounding.
"He's done babe," George called out to her, "Did you need anything else?"
