Chapter 14

The next few days flew by, the recently renovated stables were bringing in much-needed cash, also the little shop was starting to sell more and more stuff. I was still working like a trojan, I was fixing fences, oiling hinges, cutting hedges, and lopping tree branches. The list in Sue’s little book started to decrease and the place was looking good.

I also added another coat of paint to the stables that Miss McDonald might be renting. The first coat looked a bit patchy and not as good as I would have liked it.

Sue had ordered the bits and pieces we needed to finish the job. As well as that there were always a lot of little jobs to do around the place. Plus I spent a lot of time carrying stuff from the shop to stable blocks.

We were getting some honest feedback from the folks who were renting the stables, and that pleased Sue no end. She was so proud of the place, and the work we were doing, I could see an enormous difference even in the short time I had been there.

Sue said a few times that if she had the money to fix the roof on the other stable block she would be able to make a lot more money but the roof was a big job and it would need professionals to do that.

Every evening Sue got her project plan out and we ticked off four or five jobs, but we always seemed to add at least one more. The list did seem to be going down that fast now. It was hard work but at least Sue was happier, I guess the money situation had been really tough and now a bit of cash was rolling in things were getting easier for her.

One evening as we sat in the back garden eating hot dogs and drinking coke an idea shot into my head.

“You know Sue we should start to stock drinks and stuff in the shop,” I said and took a slurp from my can and let out a little burp, coke always seemed to have that effect on me, it still does to be fair.

“What like tea and coffee?” Sue asked giving me a weird look.

“No like cans of coke, lemonade and water, maybe chocolate bars, crisps and stuff,” I replied, grabbing another hot dog. I stuffed it into a roll, covered it in onions and squirted some mustard on it.

“Do you think we could sell them?” she asked.

“Oh yes, I was trimming the hedge in the bottom paddock today and two or three times I was asked if we sold cold drinks!” I replied.

“Two girls had been working with their horses in the paddock all day and said they were thirsty!” I told her.

“You know that is a good idea, I was thinking of getting one of the stable girls to run the shop full time,” she said, “and that might get us more turnover, that’s a good idea.”

“Hey, I am full of them” I laughed, and let out another little burp.

“Well, anything else that you think of can help me to raise some cash, please let me know!” she laughed.

It was good to see her laugh, she did not laugh enough. It lit up her face and made her look years younger.

It was a balmy evening and we stopped in the garden as long as possible, the air was full of the sound of horses settling in for the night and of bats flying around. There was the occasional hoot of a barn owl that must have been hunting in one of the nearby paddocks.

“Wow look at the time!” Sue said, “it’s nearly eleven o’clock!”

We headed inside and I washed up the dinner plates, while Sue went for a shower. As I dried the dinner stuff, I heard her head in the bedroom. I put the pots and plates away, locked the doors and headed off to the bathroom for my own shower.

I had a good old scrub, working at the stables left you covered in a sheen of dust and sweat. I also noticed that my body was changing, my arms and legs seemed to be more defined around the muscles. I was also developing a great tan, most of the time I was working in only boots and shorts.

I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist before heading into what I now called our bedroom, it made sense to sleep in there as it had the biggest bed.

Sue was already in bed her eyes shone as I slipped off my towel.

“Come here my lovely boy,” she purred, “and lose the towel,”

I dropped the towel to the floor and walked around to her side of the bed, she reached out and cupped my balls.

“Mm-mmm they feel full, nice and full” she giggled, “Do you want to empty them over my face?”

“DO I ever” was my response.

Sue slid down the bed and I hopped up beside her. Soon I was kneeling next to her head, cock in my right hand slowly wanking my cock. Sue took my hand and spat into it.

“That might help!” she purred. It was the dirtiest and most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started to pump it up and down.

“Nice and slow Zak, do it nice and slow!” she purred.

As I slowed down my pace I watched as Sue slid one hand down over her tits, over her belly and then she cupped her pussy.