As I passed the old village church, I cautiously took the left bend followed immediately by a right on the narrow road cursing our ancestors for forgetting how to build straight roads once the Romans had left, and whoever had thought it a good idea to have high hedges on English country lanes so that you can’t see if you are on a head-on collision with someone coming the other way. Usually it was those stuck-up maniacs in their smirk-mobiles doing a ton without a care in the world until BOOM tough luck moron. Approaching the dip in the road, I slowed the car down to enter the ford and let the stupid ducks get out of the way. Coming out of the rise on the other side, I pointed out the farm buildings and its entrance at the top of the high bank on the right hand side just as the road bent around to the left. Scott just looked like a gormless moron as usual. “The path is there just behind that smaller barn in front of us. It’s shielded from the larger black barn which the parents park in front of” I told him. I kept going slow as we passed the entrance so that he could get a good look and drill the layout into the thick skull of his oversized block head.

“Phoarrrrr!” the spotty freckled faced oaf moaned and I glanced his way and saw that he was staring at a couple of teenage girls who were waiting to cross the road opposite the entrance. It was going to be a hot sunny spring day so I wasn’t that surprised that they had dressed accordingly. One of them was short and quite thick set with long blonde hair in a pony tail tucked under a riding hat. She wore a long sleeveless checked shirt over tiny denim shorts. Her legs looked strong, athletic and very shapely and bare down to the knees below which she wore a pair of black knee-length riding boots. I must admit that the effect was quite sexy although I could only afford a brief glimpse as I tried to keep my eyes on the road. The other girl by her side was a slightly taller looking slim Japanese girl with a cute face and straight black hair similarly tucked beneath a riding hat. She was similarly dressed to the blonde with lovely tanned long slim legs. “Phoarr! Ted did you see that?” Scott babbled excitedly. “That cute Jap girl blew me a kiss. Phoarr! Let me out, I want to give them both a bloody good seeing to” he groaned lustfully. God the slimy creep is a right perv, I doubt he’d even know what to do if he actually had a woman.

“No I didn’t see, you moron. I was trying to keep the car on the road” I snapped back. From what I had glimpsed both girls looked around 16 whereas Scott was in his 50’s and was anything but good looking so why any girl would blow him a kiss and mean it? “Phoarr!” he groaned again, turning around in his seat to look back. “Stop that. There’s no time for that” I told him as we entered the village proper. The road was now wide and dead straight. I drove on looking out for the sign for the pub. “We’ve got to kidnap Professor Dupont’s daughter so that the boss can force him to hand over the rest of those encoded diaries” I reminded him. Actually there was more to it than that. Sir Anthony wanted to force the prof to decode the rest of the diaries but for his eyes only instead of plastering them all over some historical publication. He was certain that it led to a massive treasure hoard and was determined that it would be all his.

“That Jap girl is very pretty, really cute. Great legs too. That little blonde too, Phroarr! Turn around and go back now” Scott groaned rubbing his crotch with his grubby hands. “Stop perving over those girls and concentrate on the job in hand” I reprimanded him. I was sick of his oversized spotty freckled face with its small piggy nose, great big chubby cheeks, small girlish mouth and specs only held together with sticking plaster. He had the sort of face that you just wanted to drive your fist into and believe you me, I had to strongly resist the urge to do that on a regular basis. By the state of his glasses, which were often like this, other people had less self-control.

I pulled up just before the pub next to a footpath which went down the side of the establishment. “This is where you get off” I told him. “Why are you dropping me off here miles away from the bloody farm?” he whined. It was probably only a quarter of a mile if that. “We’ve been over the plan loads of times if you’d only paid attention” I was really pissed off with this weird perverted little sod who was so thick that the only things he thought about were his perverted thoughts about women and some weird desire for revenge upon his old school classmate, Jim Priest. Even that was connected to the former. “He stopped me getting my end away with Kim Shrubb, the bastard” he explained angrily when asked [JIMP#3]. I sighed and tried again to explain it to him, resisting the urge to use my fists to bang the message home. “This footpath goes straight out into the fields at the back of the village and meets a bridleway. That bridleway is the one that the girls use when they leave the riding school to go out trekking on the ponies because there are no roads just tracks over farm land. That means there will be no-one around to interfere when you take the girl” I told him but I know he’s not paying attention and is still thinking about those two girls. “Phoarrr girls are so hot in boots and shorts” he groans. “For f’s sake stop being a bloody pervert and focus on the job” I shout at him beginning to lose my rag and balling up my fists in frustration. I’ve lost count of the number of times that this moron had been beaten up by women that I knew of, usually targeting his balls because of his sick perversions.

“Do you really want to go back empty handed and explain to that loony nun that you lost the girl because you were perving over a couple of teenage girls showing their legs off?” I asked [JIMP#48]. “She’s quite hot looking for a nun” he mumbled but I saw his slow thought processes consider what I said and it did not like the answer. “Just grab the girl quickly and get away. Chloroform her if you have to and wear the mask so that you aren’t recognised but for Pete’s sake take it off before you return to the car, and bundle her in the sack so no-one sees her. She’s only 6 so won’t be too heavy for you. Keep out of sight and I’ll meet you behind that big barn I showed you” I told him. “Why can’t you help me with her?” he whined “What will you be doing while I’m doing all the hard work?”. “I’ll be keeping the riding instructor from riding with the little kids like she usually does” I told him, cursing his stupidity. We’d gone over this already. “Having it off with your girlfriend in the haystack while I’m doing all the hard work” Scott sneered. He really was an irritating little prick. “Jenny is not my girlfriend as you well know. I had to chat her up and befriend her so that I can keep her out of the way when the time came to do the job. Anyway it would have looked suspicious otherwise, you know a man on his own watching a load of young girls in tight jodhpurs learning to ride?” I pointed out. “Phroarr! Nothing wrong with that, you should have took me along with you” he groaned. “What and have us get arrested on the first visit as paedophiles? I needed to gain her trust so I can make sure she stays put and not go out riding with the prof’s daughter” I added. “I could have done that, Hawkins. I could have fucked the bird while you went and got the brat” he whined.

I sighed. Why did Sir Anthony make me put up with this creep? “No woman in her right mind would want to get anywhere near you. Now get out and get in position where you can ambush her” I snarled angrily, rapidly losing patience with him. I was not known for my patience but Scott would have tested the patience of a saint. Watching as he slunk off moodily to make sure that he didn’t disappear into the pub, I then turned the car around and headed back to the farm and Jenny. Parking the car in front of the big hay barn alongside the huge tall BMW and Merc smirk-mobiles that drawfed other normal cars, I resisted the urge to slash their tyres. I’ve seen their types watching their spoilt brats learn to ride. “I’m an investment banker. I got this out of the small change from my bonus I got at the tax payers’ expense”, “We need a tall car because we are so much above the common class”, “I couldn’t possibly let little Tarquin walk 100 yards down the road with all these oiyks around”, “There should be a separate executive parking area and riding arena so we don’t have to mingle with the hoi-polloi”. It made me seethe even though my employer worked for the one bank which ruled them all and the one which bound them. He’d done very well out of the so-called recession always boasting how the Quantative Easing had gone straight into his bank account and those of others like him. Not that he’d given me a pay rise let alone a blooming fat bonus.

Treading my way over the hard sun-baked soil to the other side of the barn, I made the short walk pass the farmhouse and over to the stables. As was usual for a weekend, there were quite a few of the more senior girls helping out with chores and was really glad that I hadn’t brought along moron, he’d have been practically drooling at the amount of skin-tight jodphurs clinging to long shapely legs and bare flesh on display. The stables were along the left side as you entered a large rectangular open area. Smaller covered wooden stalls to which the horses and ponies waited their turn for riding were tethered was behind you as you entered. There were some sheds and an old small white touring caravan, which had seen better days, on the right which Jenny used as an office. At the top end was a large fenced off square section where she gave the kiddies their riding lessons and that was where I found her. Jenny was around 5’4 tall and had a strong hefty build. I wouldn’t say that she was particularly pretty but she was pleasant looking, nothing more. Short blonde hair bleached by hours in the sun was worn clean off her forehead tied back in a severe bun behind her head. Her eyebrows were quite thick beneath which her slender shaped brown eyes looked out in a warm friendly manner. Her nose was rather over-long and prominent and her thin-lipped mouth was wide and usually smiling which was probably why the kids liked her. The shape of her face was long and rectangular with a low curving jaw and high cheekbones ruddy red from being out in the sun as was the tip of her nose and rather large sticky-out ears. Jenny is the daughter of the farmer who owns Manor Farm although she is in sole charge of the stables and riding school which she runs on her own except at weekends and during school holidays when the older girls help out. Her voice is soft and gentle although she can project it forcefully when giving instructions to the kids when they are riding around the far end of the training area.

I remembered the first time I came to check the place out. She stopped me and questioned me. I told her that I was checking it out for my brother’s little girl as a birthday treat. I’m not sure that she believed me. From the moment that I met her, I knew that she was powerfully built with wide broad shoulders, huge rounded shoulder caps and big thick arms that seemed soft but as she grilled me she adjusted the ribbon in her hair and I tried not to gawp as her thick soft arms swelled with big solid biceps. They weren’t defined or peaked or anything just very a softly curved solid looking mass. Whether she was doing it deliberately to intimidate me in case I was a paedo I didn’t know, but her projection of strength was strangely appealing and made my groin stiffen. She also had a nice sized bust although I couldn’t openly look at them. The following week, she grilled me again as I was on my own again without my niece, I told her that I couldn’t get her out of mind and laid on the charm to which she reacted to favourably. When I expressed surprise when she told me that she was in her late 30’s and single, she explained that being out here in a small village working on the farm all week didn’t really give her time to meet many single men. Chatting with her, I realised that her strong sturdy physique, was developed from doing a lot of manual work on the farm and from working with horses from a very early age. I didn’t like skinny women with matchstick arms and legs, and told her truthfully that her strong looking back gave her a very pleasing figure which made her look pleased. It was hardly an hour-glass figure, more of an inverted triangular shape as seen from the rear as her back sloped strongly inwards on either side from her very broad thick looking shoulders to her thick waist then out slightly to her broad hips and ample backside. Clad in very tight jodhpurs, her buttocks looked nice and firm and pleasing to the eye looking like two hard balls packed in the tight beige seat.

There is something about the way that the material clings to a woman’s legs when she wears jodhpurs. The first time I saw Jenny, I watched in fascination as she adjusted the saddle and stirrups on a pony for a pupil. She wore a rough jerkin with the sleeves cut off which showed off her large shoulder caps and thick arms. As she worked the adjustments, these rippled and swelled with hard gently rounded biceps. More obviously muscular were her thick wedge shaped forearms that looked very rugged and covered thick prominent veins and visible tendons. Her jodhpurs also made it clear that Jenny had very thick heavy legs indeed but it was their shape that really caught my eye. Although very wide and heavy looking, they were incredibly shapely and very appealing and suggested enormous strength. Under the skin tight material it looked like her thighs were massive and solid. As she moved around the pony, I saw large solid slabs pushing out the tight material around her calves, above her thick riding shoes. Likewise a sensational long strong bulge around her hamstrings at the back of the leg was difficult to take my eyes off. I wasn’t normally into muscular women but I found the shape of Jenny’s thick dense legs incredibly attractive. As I chatted with her I found that she had a very feminine voice and I could hold a more intelligent conversation than speaking with that moron Scott. I’m sorry, that’s probably not very Politically Correct. That dickhead Scott I should say.

Today was quite hot and sunny and as I approached I saw that she wore a light checked shirt with cut-off sleeves showing off her thick arms. It was quite tight and hugged the impressive upside down triangular shape of her back. More noticeable was that she wore a small pair of denim shorts that clung tightly to an ample but firm backside. This was the first time that I had seen her legs bare and I was impressed and turned on. Jenny had her back to me instructing the kids so I first got to study the back of her legs. Her calves were noticeably muscular although with little definition; they were wide shelves of rocky looking slabs. She wore her flat riding shoes rather than heels but even so they looked huge and thick with a few striations. Running vertically up the back of her upper legs were her very prominent strong looking hamstrings giving that beautiful shape I’d first noticed about her legs. As she turned round following the riders around the square, I couldn’t stop staring at her thighs. They were truly massive. Her outer thighs were very wide and thick giving an impression of great power that made my groin stiffen. There was also a strong bulge around the middle of her upper leg and inside just above the knee. They were certainly very strong legs developed through years of horse-riding and stable management no doubt. As she turned on her toes, I saw with appreciation how the outside of her calves formed a beautiful semi-teardrop shaped curve.