Molly Smith was an ordinary working-class girl, apart from two things. She was very attractive, and her Aunt Andrea, her mother's sister.
Aunt Andrea had managed to get out of the working-class life that Molly's mother lived in by marrying Jack Tomlinson. He was a much older man who owned a string of garages and treated Andrea like a Princess. As a result, Andrea was able to indulge in her passion for horses.
Jack and Andrea never had children, so when Molly came along, she was treated as a surrogate daughter by Andrea, and from the age of six was immersed in horses just like her aunt. For the next ten years Andrea schooled Molly in horse riding until she was very proficient, but then disaster struck and just after Molly turned sixteen her Aunt was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer and died seven months later.
Molly was devastated, and so was Jack, to the extent that he got rid of all Andrea's horses so Molly could not continue with her passion. However, her aunt had also taught her another valuable lesson, and with a small endowment her aunt had left her, Molly enrolled in College and obtained a Diploma in Secretarial Studies and quickly found employment in a large Legal Practice in town.
The Practice was owned by Sir Jeffrey Ollernshaw, a real ladies man, who was now on his third wife, and had half a dozen children by the previous two. Sir Jeffrey's eldest son Malcolm was also in the Firm, a Junior partner, and having to work from the bottom up. But he was destined to take over when his father eventually decided to retire, and until then he behaved and was treated as just one of the other Lawyers.
Molly had been with the Firm for over a year and was just coming up on her twentieth birthday when serendipity struck. One day she was sitting at her desk, in the open-plan office, sorting out a pile of filing when Malcolm happened to walk past. Her screen was showing Molly's screensaver, a picture of her astride a huge Hunter, in full Hunting gear, that had been taken by her aunt just a few months before she was diagnosed. Molly was only about fifteen at the time but was every bit attractive as she was now.
When Malcolm saw the picture he stopped dead and gawped at the picture before letting out a low whistle. In surprise Molly turned to stare at him. She had seen him many times before and did think him very attractive with his longish wavy brown hair and his deep piercing blue eyes.
"Wow! That's some horse!" exclaimed Malcolm, "And whose the rider?" he enquired.
"That's me," answered Molly, rather hesitantly, "On my Aunt's horse."
Malcolm moved closer to get a better look at the screensaver then looked closely at Molly as if trying to confirm her statement.
"Gosh! So it is!" he agreed, "Do you ride? Or was this just for the picture?"
Molly went very quiet for a longer than normal time.
"I used to...... Until my Aunt died, about three years ago," she murmured.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" stammered Malcolm, as he blushed furiously at his faux pas.
"That's OK," replied Molly, smiling back at him in an effort to spare his blushes.
There was the typical embarrassed silence between them for another few seconds or so as Malcolm desperately searched for some way to recover his dignity. Then it came to him.
"So you haven't ridden for a while?" he queried, and Molly shook her head.
"We have a few horses in our stables, how would you like to come over for a hack?" he enquired hopefully.
Molly's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights.
"Really!" she stammered.
"Yes, sure!" confirmed Malcolm, grinning now at the response from this rather delightful young woman, "How about Saturday morning?"
"Oh my gosh! That would be fantastic!" exclaimed Molly, but then her face fell, "But I don't have any riding gear that would fit now!"
"That's OK!" laughed Malcolm, "We'll have something at the stables that will fit you, I'm sure!"
"That would be wonderful!" gushed Molly, "Thank you ever so much! What time should I come over?" questioned Molly, who now couldn't wait for Saturday to arrive.
"How about ten?" suggested Malcolm.
"Yes! Yes! That would be great!" nodded Molly furiously, grinning from ear to ear.
"Great, I'll text you directions and everything," confirmed Malcolm, who was also smiling broadly.
He turned to walk away and Molly nearly swooned, then turned to her computer screen and mouthed a 'Thank You' to the picture, hoping that her Aunt Andrea was still watching over her.
For Molly, the next three days went excruciatingly slowly. But when Thursday came and she received a text from Malcolm confirming details and giving her directions to the stables, she nearly climaxed on the spot. The address looked familiar to her, but she couldn't place it, and so it was all stations go.
For Malcolm, it was pretty much the same, after this first meeting with the young woman, he had become smitten. He was nearly ten years her senior, and obviously from a status point of view, he was miles above her. But there was something about her that had him hook, line, and sinker.
He had found himself, on a number of occasions, sitting at his desk thinking about her. Now that he thought about it, over the last year or so, he had seen her about the office, but never really paid her much attention. However, now, when he thought of her, he saw her long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and her lovely smiling face with its deep brown eyes and luscious ruby lips. Her tall elegant stature, nearly five ten tall, with a willowy body, nice shapely long legs, and a perfectly proportioned pair of breasts filling her simple blouse and skirt outfits helped Malcolm see her in a different light as well.
On the Friday evening at Dinner, Sir Jeffrey, with nothing better to say, politely asked Malcolm what his plans for the weekend were. Rather enthusiastically Malcolm had replied that he had invited one of the office 'girls' to come over for a hack, and explained how it had happened. At this Sir Jeffrey's ears had pricked up a bit. He was also aware of Molly's presence in the office, in fact, he had been keeping an eye on her almost since she had started, and he had been hoping to make a pounce for her sometime in the near future.
Sir Jeffrey began to ply Malcolm with a little more of his excellent '78 Claret getting a little more info about when this visitation was about to occur. After an hour or so poor Malcolm was so sozzled that Sir Jeffery had no problems in 'borrowing' Malcolm's phone to make a quick call.
But what he did was send Molly another text, explaining that something had come up and could she meet him at nine o'clock. Molly had been having a quiet night in, in preparation of her impending hack, and replied immediately, expressing how delighted she was at the generous offer.
His ghastly plan now in motion, Sir Jeffery assisted his near comatose son up to his bedroom and put him to bed, then began to prepare himself for the following day.
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