It was summer and the job of stable manager was wearing thin on him. Too many annoying fair weather horse owners who only bothered visiting the stables if the weather was good and then complaining about everything and anything, and too many tournaments to prepare for.
But there was an upside to the summer, the few good looking riders would wear less and less as they trained and exercised their horses in the riding school halls.
One such rider was Nicole, daughter of the riding club secretary, his boss, who would be in every day training, in such a way she always was finished just as he was finishing cleaning the stables, feeding the horses their lunch and getting them back in from the fields.
She would quite often help with the last bit, chatting about horses and the gossip about the different owners, mainly mundane things. But he enjoyed the company, especially hers.
She wasn't built like a supermodel, her legs were too muscular, her skin not fair enough, and the couple of tattoos a bit too much. But her jodhpurs and sports bralet she wore at this time of year exemplified her curves, and often he would look and imagine. It was more tempting now, with the dark patches of sweat on the back of her bralet, under her breasts, and down towards her perfect arse in her jodhpurs.
His mind began to wander until he realised that she wasn't talking anymore, but waiting for his answer. An answer to a question he hadn't heard.
"Sorry, say again?" he stammered, embarrassed.
"In 2 weeks it's the junior riders sleep over in the stables, we sleep in the hayloft after a day of horse riding and games, with a BBQ in the evening, I was wondering what condition the hayloft is in"
He could have sworn she said it with a twinkle in her eye, but no, why?
"It's about half full currently, might need some bails moving around if you want people to have room to sleep."
"Oh, OK, can we have a look to check?"
"Sure, do you want to look now?"
It was agreed, and off they set. Part of his mind was pissed because he wanted to go home for his break, and it was sniffling hot up there. But he could be a gentleman and let Nicole go first, giving him a tease of her sweaty jodhpur clad behind going up the stairs.
He wasn't disappointed with the view, he was very aroused by the time they reached the hayloft, and even the stifling air didn't take the edge off it. A matter not helped by Nicole becoming hotter herself, perspiring more, and running her thumbs around the band of her bralet to get some air in.
Nicole looked around the hayloft. Slightly panting, taking in the situation.
"Yes this should do just fine, they can move the bails around as they want, and you won't use too much before then" she said as she turned to look at him.
He noticed her eyes glance down. He realised that even in his baggy working trousers, his excitement would be obvious.
Nervously he replied "only another 20 to 30 bails less by then, and no deliveries till the week after."
She continued to look at his groin, surely she's not interested? It's the bosses daughter, they're wealthy and move in completely different circles.
Finally she looked up at his face, the twinkle from earlier was in her eye again. "Nobodies stayed up here for a year or two, I'm worried they might get awakened in the night by noises or the trip to the toilets in the dark will be too complicated. What time do you start in the morning?"
"5.45am" he answered.
"Yes, the plan is to do it running into the morning where you have it off, so that's okay. Ummm, but I think it best if I give it a test run one night. Probably better if you were here too. What night is good for you?"
