BETHS' SUMMER BREAK Part 10 - Brighton Rock
As Gina heads off to New England with Mick, Beth has some fun in the stables and with Izzy before a steamy weekend in Brighton gives her many more new experiences.
Chapter One. It's Thursday Tomorrow!
I waved one last time and put the car into drive. Gina disappeared into the terminal building dragging two huge suitcases and I pulled away from the drop-off point and set off back to Amberdown.
A week on my own in Sycamore Avenue. What terrible misdeeds could naughty little 21 year old Bethany Hamilton get up to when left to her own devices?
Plenty, as it turned out!
It had all happened so suddenly. Mick was back in Boston and had been working non-stop for months and had decided to take some well earned leave. Now Dad was out of the equation, Gina had nothing on that she couldn't put off for a few days, so had booked herself a nice little business-class flight to New England. A few nights in Boston, a few days in Cape Cod and a rather large helping of the divine Michael Anderson into the bargain.
Lucky old cow!
I had offered to drive her to the airport - Gatwick is fairly easy to get to from Amberdown and it would save her booking a taxi. Besides, I had never seen her BMW move from the drive since I got to Sycamore Avenue and was dying to have a go at it.
That was when she made a small confession.
She can't drive.
She bought the car two years ago in a bid to force herself to learn to drive, thinking it would help her get up to London for her regular trips. Then one day she sat in the back of a taxi from the station to her apartment and
really
looked out for once instead of staring at her phone. The chaos of the traffic made her mind up for her; she abandoned any further thoughts of learning to drive. She kept the car insured for any driver and Dad had used it a few times when they were together, but otherwise it was an expensive decoration to the front of her house.
When I offered, she was mortified that she hadn't thought of letting me use it earlier, but at least I now had a very nice mode of transport to get me through the last month or so of what was turning out to be a very exciting summer break indeed.
I had also landed myself a job.
Not a very glamorous one, but it was certainly paying dividends and had some nice perks. Such as being close to Josie and Izzy Napier-Jones; anything that kept me in the orbit of those two stellar bodies was always going to meet with my complete approval.
Ok, a delivery girl for a boutique cake making company is hardly the stuff dreams are made of, but the money was handy, the nice little tin of blow that Izzy had procured for me was very welcome, and I got to travel round the surrounding area in a fetching little pink van with an elaborate logo stating that Confection Confidential made rather nice cakes. I gave thanks that there wasn't a matching uniform and hat, though once I mentioned it to Josie, she began to think it may be a good idea, just to humiliate me, of course. However, my pink polo shirt, one of Izzy's cast-offs, was almost humiliation enough.
As well as being hot as hell and drop-dead gorgeous, Izzy was undoubtedly a genius. Her skills were amazing and the elaborate designs she and Josie came up with had to be seen to be believed. So far, amongst other things, I had delivered cake versions of a Star Wars Stormtrooper, a cricket match, a replica of someone's Labrador dog and Minions.
Lots of Minions. Minions were popular with kids and Izzy reckoned if she had to make up one more batch of bright yellow icing she'd scream. I had to run fast when I asked her to make me a Homer Simpson cake.
Luckily for me there were no deliveries today, so once I had deposited Ms Harcourt at the airport, Josie had another little job lined up for me - one I was looking forward to very much indeed. I was taking Sasha, her lovely palomino out for a hack. She allowed him to be ridden by some of the more experienced riders that used the stables, but he had not been out for a few days so I was pressed into action.
It hadn't taken long to get back to the stables from the airport, once I had negotiated the terror of the roads that surround it, and I parked up in lovely sunshine. I was thanking goodness that this time I had arrived under my own steam, and not on the back of Josie's Kawasaki.
As I headed towards Sasha's stall, I glanced around, hoping to see Daisy. I felt I had unfinished business with her after our brief encounter a week or so earlier. Something about her intrigued me and after the almost pristine perfection of Gina and Josie, I quite fancied a little bit of rough and tumble with this down to earth Yorkshire lass. I hadn't dared take her up on her offer of a meet-up in the Tanners Arms - Josie had scared me off that idea, but I was willing to come up with a counter offer of my own if the chance arose.
I peered into Sasha's stall and he snorted at me. I hoped it was in recognition. We got on well the previous time when Josie was riding her Arabian, Shadow. I was armed once again with apples and mints. He took my presents gratefully and chomped away merrily, tossing his golden mane.
I was watching him with such rapt attention, I jumped as I heard a voice behind me. "Afternoon, you must be Josie's friend Bethany."
I turned to find a rather matronly lady in her late forties. She held out her hand, smiling, and I shook it. "Megan Downes." She waved her hand around her nonchalantly. "I own this little acre or so. Any friend of Josie's is welcome here. Come on, let's get you kitted out."
She took me into the tack room that had previously seen the brief orgasmic liaison between me and Daisy and this time the kitting out was a little less exciting.
As we walked back towards the stalls, Sasha was being led out by a handsome blond haired lad of about nineteen.
Leo.
Who I had last seen taking Josie Napier-Jones from behind over a bale of hay in one of the empty stalls behind Sasha's soon after Daisy and I had brought each other off in the tack room.
Megan fussed about Sasha making sure everything was present and correct and helped me up. "Right, I need to take one of the horses over to another yard, so my nephew Leo will see to you when you get back. Bloody miles away, so another late night!" She shrugged resignedly and started off across the yard. "Have a lovely ride - perfect day for it."
Her nephew? I assumed she didn't know the extra work he did for Josie then! He was smiling up at me unaware that I had seen him and Josie going at it like rabbits. My love balls were in place and I always feel horny after a ride. As Mrs. Downes was going to be away, maybe I'd get a tumble in the hay myself!
She was right - it was a perfect day for a ride and I followed the same track Josie and I had taken previously. To be honest, I think Sasha was taking me rather than the other way around - he knew the way better than I did and I could feel him pulling as we reached the point where Josie and I had galloped. Even without his pal Shadow to race, he went like the wind and it felt utterly exhilarating to be riding this gorgeous animal at such speed.
After a wonderful couple of hours I reluctantly turned him back towards the stables and trotted him back into the yard. Leo came out of one of the stalls and helped me down. He had lovely pale blue eyes and despite his handsome face and lithe body, he seemed a little shy and nervous.
We got Sasha unsaddled and I went into the tack room and took off my helmet and chaps. Leo put the saddle back in its place and made to leave. "Hope you had a good ride. He's a lovely horse - Josie loves him. Bye!"
The yard was deserted. I was hot and horny. He wasn't getting away that easily. "Leo..."
He turned in the doorway.
I stood with my hands on my hips. "Don't I get the same 'debriefing' as Josie?" For once in my life, I mimed the quotation marks and inwardly shuddered at my own crassness.
He blushed bright red and began stammering. I walked towards him purposefully and held out a hand. "Come on you - I know a perfect little hay bale. It has a nice little dent in it that is Josie Napier-Jones shaped." I gripped one of his tight buttocks. "I've seen these in action, Leo. And this." I stroked his groin, feeling him hardening at my touch. "I saw you two at it last week, Josie bent over in the hay, your cute little bum pumping away!"
He looked completely non-plussed. I daresay he was expecting to see to Sasha and then lock up for the evening when suddenly the rider of said horse had decided she was going to have him in one of the vacant stalls.
He was making a lot of noises, but none of them resembled English, poor lad. As with Sam, my bull-in-a-china-shop approach had him completely befuddled. Subtlety is not my strong point, and when I go for something, it stays gone-for, if you catch my drift.