Passion In James County VI
The Predator
By D.C. Roi
Chapter one
Jennifer McIntyre rode up to the barn and swung down gracefully from Bosco, the roan stallion she'd raised from a colt. Taking the reins in her hand, she led the tall roan into the barn, then she stripped the saddle and bridle from the horse.
"There you go, boy," she said. "You know what to do next."
Bosco shook his magnificent head then he walked slowly down the barn's center aisle. When he reached his stall, he pushed the door open with his nose and walked inside the stall.
After she put the saddle and bridle in the tack room, Jennifer followed the horse into the stall, grabbed some sacking, and rubbed him down to get the sweat from their hard ride off his body.
While Jennifer wiped him off, the horse munched on some oats in the manger along one wall of the stall, then he drank noisily from the automatic watering trough.
"You like this, don't you, boy?" Jennifer asked. She grabbed a currycomb and began brushing the horse.
Bosco's head moved up and down and he whinnied softly, as if he had understood her question and was responding to it.
Mel Ott, the head stable hand on the farm, watched the Jennifer as she rode up, then walked into the barn, and felt his groin tighten.
Jennifer was a beautiful woman. That she had a finely formed bottom and shapely legs was quite obvious because of the snug jeans she was wearing. Her equally well-shaped upper half was covered by a white T-shirt and paisley satin vest. Her sandy brown hair, which was naturally curly and dangled almost to her bottom, was gathered and held in a long pony tail by a couple of ruffled elastic bands. Her attractive face was flushed from exposure to the cool fall air during her ride.
Mel walked into the barn and pretended to be sweeping, but he was actually leering at Jennifer, who continued to curry Bosco, oblivious to either Mel's presence or his lustful gaze.
Mel reached down and cupped his swelling cock in his hands. "Fucking stuck-up rich bitch," he thought. "I bet she wouldn't mind getting a little of this. Probably wouldn't admit she wants it, though."
Although he'd worked at Jennifer's farm for about a year, Mel didn't much like his female employer who, he had managed to convince himself, treated him like shit.
Mel's perception of his situation was way off. Despite the fact that his pay was better than it had been at the last farm he worked at, and that Jennifer treated him very nicely, Mel talked himself into believing that Jennifer was a snooty bitch, mainly because she had money and class, things he didn't have and never would.
Jennifer finished currying Bosco, put some oats and molasses in the manger for him then she put her arms around the horse's neck and hugged him. "See you later, boy," she said. "I have to go in, get a bath, and get changed. I've got a date tonight."
She released Bosco and turned to leave the stall. As she walked away from the horse, he put his head down and nudged her bottom, as if pushing her.
Jennifer giggled. "I know, boy, you probably think it's about time I have a date, don't you?" she said. "Maybe you're right."
She continued toward the open barn door and as she did she reached up pulled the bands that had gathered hair off, loosing her hair and letting it fall free around her head and shoulders. She shook her head to loosen the hair even more. It was an unconscious gesture, not meant to be seductive, but that's not the way Mel interpreted it.
"Damn!" he thought, as his attractive employer walked out of the barn, loosening her hair and shaking her head. "That fucking rich bitch really is a cock-teaser. One of these days..."
The sound of a tractor motor interrupted his thoughts. Donna Wells, a young girl Jennifer hired to help Mel, drove the tractor, pulling a trailer carrying hay bales, into the barn. She and Mel were supposed to replace the hay in the horse stalls with clean hay.
Mel looked at the young woman on the tractor and a feral smile formed on his lips. If he couldn't have the rich bitch, this one wouldn't so be bad. It was about time she learned who was boss, anyhow. He'd discovered some things about her that would pretty much insure she'd do whatever he wanted her to.
Donna shut the tractor off and jumped down. "Hi, Mel," she said. "Ready to clean out the stalls?"
"Got some stuff needs to be done in the trailer, first," Mel replied, studying the girl. She was slim, almost skinny, and wore her blonde hair cut very short. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with the name of some rock group on it and her petite breasts made tiny bumps in the front of the shirt. The snug cut-off jeans she had on showed that, though slim, her body was rounded in all the right places.
"She'll do," Mel thought, grinning, "if I can't have that rich bitch right now, at least I can have fun with this one."
"What do we need to do in the trailer?" Donna asked, starting toward the end of the barn where the big horse trailer they used to carry horses to shows was kept. "I didn't think we had any shows coming up."
"I'll show you in a second," Mel said. He put down his rake and started after the Donna. "Her ass moves pretty nice when she walks," he thought. "It'll be moving even nicer in a few minutes." Anticipation of what he was about to do made his cock swell even more.
Donna stood next to the trailer, watching Mel approach.
