I wrote this story at the end of '03 but for another site so I thought I'd share it here.
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Another hot ass day thought Diane as she stopped brushing the soft velvet coat of her new stud long enough to wipe the sweat from her brow and peer up at the sun. Montana was known for its warm climate, but after a few hours of manual labor it could seem almost unbearable. Diane Keigan was a young woman around her mid twenties. Her skin was fair and her hair was a long rich brown color. Emerald hues sparkled under the sun's rays as she continued brushing the horse beside her.
"Looks like it's just you and me today buddy..." she smiled as the horse nickered and she patted him softly on the head. Diane, after being born and raised on a farm, was no newbie when it came to the hardships of farm life. Her parents had owned a farm not far from the one she'd just bought a few months ago. They'd decided to let her oldest brother take care of the place, seeing as they were getting to old to see to the regular chores. They'd packed up and moved to the city, something she never thought she'd see happen in a million years.
Growing up as the youngest in a group of seven rowdy kids hadn't always been easy on her. Not to mention she was always compared to her older sister, Ashley. They were complete opposites, and seeing as they both grew up with the same limits and love it's hard to see how they could be so different. But they were. Her sister loved to have others work hard and claim their rewards, nothing like Diane who liked to work for everything she got.
Ashley always used to demand for pretty dresses and fancy jewelry, while Diane had been content with her brother's hand me downs during most of her youth, understanding that her parents couldn't afford the stuff she might want instead. That among other things was why she never got along with her sister. She just seemed to be embarrassed of who she was, a poor farmer's daughter, while Diane relished in it. Maybe that's why Diane bought the ranch.
But one thing was certain, she couldn't maintain the place alone, she'd need help. Her parents had had five strong boys and a willful daughter to help out, but she was all alone. She'd called an agency for a little help until she could afford to hire her own personal staff, which reminded her she should be getting back before the applicants showed up. Shielding her eyes from the sun she looked over to the large house, that was once a bed and breakfast.
"Come on Rusty, best be gettin' off..." taking the horse's reins in her hands she led him back to the barn. She'd been trying to get the stud familiar with the land so he wouldn't be surprised by anything. She'd bought him and two other horses, both mares. They would do for now. After putting him back in the stall she took a sugar cube from her pocket and fed it to him, before leaving for the house.
Looking at her watch, she decided she had enough time to shower and change clothes before they arrived. After stripping naked and stepping into the shower she fumbled around trying to grasp the slippery soap. Quickly soaping up her washcloth she traced it along her limbs. Stopping briefly she tweaked her already hard pink nubs. Letting her free hand wander down to her crotch she spread her lips, running her fingers over her inner lips.
'No... I don't have time. I should make this quick.' She mentally chastised herself as she removed her fingers and continued washing. It'd been some time since she'd been with anyone and at times it proved to be too much. By now her fingers had become quite talented, but that didn't stop her from wanting a real lover.
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Quickly rinsing off and stepping out of the shower, she grabbed the towel she'd hung on the door and walked into the adjoining master bedroom. Towel drying she heard the sound of a doorbell and quickly looked to the clock resting on the dresser, she was late. Grabbing her underwear she slipped into them and her khaki pants. Taking out her white floral and butterfly blouse she slipped it on, not worrying about a bra.
Her breast were pushed against the confinements of the tight shirt and almost seemed to be thrusting out, begging to be greeted. Checking herself in the mirror she noted that her nipples were still hard and she'd have to try and cover that up. Her hair was still wet, but she'd just have to let it dry naturally even though it wouldn't be very business like of her. Slipping on her boots she dashed out the door and down the stairs.
"Just a minute!"
She opened the door just in time to see the blonde lady's back as she turned to go back to her car.
"Excuse me, miss. I'm sorry I was just getting out of the sho—w, show—wer."
She'd stopped talking as the blonde turned around, an irritated look on her face. Even when seeming upset she was a sight to take in. Shoulder length blonde curls danced about her head and aqua looking eyes pierced her emerald ones. She seemed almost cherubic, as she looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs. Tight hip huggers clung to her curves, as her tank top seemed to outline the shape of her breasts. She was guessing from physical appearance alone, that she was around the legal drinking age. Taking out a piece of paper she quickly read it and then reread it.
"Are you Ms. Keigan?"
"Yea, that's me. Are you here for the temp job?"
"Yea, actually. But I think they made a mistake down at the agency. I was told this was a B&B." She looked around the place as though with contempt.
"Well, it was a B&B. I bought it, and I've been remodeling since I got it."
"You're not planning on keeping this place a B&B then?"
"No, I wanted to turn it into a regular ranch, maybe give out riding lessons when I get enough horses. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Karen Scott. Do you mind if I call the agency, I don't think I'm qualified for what you were thinking..."
"Sure, Come on in."
Holding the door open she walked into the newly remodeled kitchen. "Phone's over there." Karen sauntered over to the phone and punched in a number. Diane watched her subtle movements and listened to the Karen's end of the conversation. She noticed when she seemed really agitated she drummed her well-manicured fingernails along the counter top.
"So what am I supposed to do? I need a job Dave! No, no. I can't work here, I'm not qualified. You don't have anything else open? Fine..."
Slamming the phone down she turned to Diane, an apologetic look on her face at having been so hard on her stuff.
"Sorry..."
"It's ok. I take it things didn't go well?"
"They don't have anything else open. I'm really strapped for cash not to mention my lease is almost up."
"Your lease?"
"To my apartment, in the city."
"Well... Do you know anything about cooking?"
"Cooking? Yea, I cook. Why?"
"Well, I won't have much time to fix meals and the temps I'm going to hire are going to want a hot meal. If you're willing to cook, I'm willing to hire you until something else becomes available. As I said, this place used to be a B&B, so we have room."
She wasn't sure why she was being so nice to this woman. She'd just met her and for all she knew she could be an escaped convict. She shook her head at the somewhat childish thought. She didn't like to see people down on their luck, and she could help her at least a little.
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Sure, why not? So it's a deal?"
