China had always been a pretty girl. At school, she commanded both respect and attention. She was lucky, born of parents who were independently wealthy, she had everything the best money could buy, so it came as some what of a shock to her family to learn their rich, beautiful daughter wanted to make her own way in the world, but never in there wildest dreams did they think that she would want to work to become a teacher.
No one took her seriously, Her resume contained the best education and finishing schools from around the world. She was fast losing hope of ever finding a position, when she was saved at the very last moment by her acceptance as the junior teaching assistant to Professor Sam Waterstone in the department of physical recreation at Exeter College. China was also to assist in their French department. So with some trepidation, she decided to accept and now found herself unpacking her fine leather cases into a small chest of draws in her new bedroom.
China thanked her lucky stars that she had be given a wealth of opportunity in some expensive sports, she was skilled and very accomplished in everything from sailing to horse riding, little did she know at the time that they would provide her with the necessary skills into her future career.
China had attended the brief âgetting to know your fellow staff eventâ held shortly after her arrival. Mr Waterstone , a slim middle aged man with a pleasant personality handed her a plan of the college and quietly informed her to take her self on a tour of the establishment and familiarise herself with her many working venues before the students returned in a weeks time.
China, with map in hand, started to wander around the main building. She was deep in thought when she walked headlong into a young man of roughly her own age. âOh, I am so sorryâ she said covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. âItâs ok, no harm doneâ he replied. China couldnât remember being introduced to him at the staff get together, but he was kind of cute and with a broad smile. Then he was gone. China looked at her watch, desperately wanting to visit the stables and check out the horses before her day was finished.
It was quite a trek to the stable yard. The sun was fast going down as she entered the main stall block. China sighed at the familiar smell of horses and hay, and wandered down the centre of the yard taking in all the fine animals in their sleek, well groomed and pristine condition . Who ever worked here knew his stuff, she thought to herself.
China couldnât resist the urge, she opened the door into a stall housing a fine black mare. She pulled out a handful of hay from the rack and offered it up to the beautiful horse. It took it gently from her hand as she walked to its shoulder. Feeling no fear, she placed her hand on the top of its mane and slowly stroked down the length of its neck stopping at the shoulder. âYouâre a fine lady.â she said, âI would love to be sitting on your back and have my legs wrapped around you.â she whispered. She continued to stroke the horse, gently moving her hand over itâs sleek back, down over its haunches and patted its rump. She leaned closer towards the mare and placed her cheek against its rump. âYou and I are going to be friends.â she said quietly. Casually, China turned back towards the door, and was startled at the silhouette of a tall figure resting his strong arms on the bottom half of the stable door.
âThis is the second time today you have disturbed meâ . He said with a smile on his clean shaven face. âI think you had better tell me your nameâ he said, taking a step back from the door to allow China to leave. China, regaining her senses, begins to walk out of the stable. Mesmerised by his piercing blue eyes. â Oh God, such beautiful eyes,â she thought. China found her self starring into them, not able to break her gaze. âMy name is China.â she said quietly. Her gaze, now moving to his lips, she wanted his mouth, she wanted to feel his mouth and this sudden realisation of her intimate thoughts threw her.