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“I didn’t sleep well, Daddy,” she said and he could sense she was hiding something.
“Me neither,” he said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He wondered for a moment whether she’d had the same problem he had. He made an effort to try to keep his mind away from the idea of her slender fingers working their way over her secret parts.
“And I woke up early,” she said, biting her lip. She looked so sexy today. She was wearing a white button-up blouse over a pair of dark blue jeans. The blouse barely covered her generous bust. “Thought that I’d come here early instead of just... tossing and turning.” Her cheeks reddened.
“Good,” he said, trying to stay professional. “You’re better served getting up and out in the fresh air.”
Think about literally anything except Millie masturbating, Chuck.
She nodded.
“Anyway, well done for turning up on time.”
“Just want to be a good girl.”
His eyes trailed down again, accidentally taking in her breasts. They were plump and full and strained against her shirt. He couldn’t help imagining how wonderful it would be to take those soft, apple-sized things into his mouth. Fuck, he needed to keep his mind focused on work. Clearly, jerking off just the once wasn’t going to solve this problem.
“Right, I think it’s about time you got to know the horses a little better.”
There was a brief flash of fear on Millie’s face at the suggestion.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured, “we’re going to take everything nice and slow. No rushing anything.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking about getting her back into riding, or if getting into her panties.
“Thank you,” she replied. “I’d like to spend some more time with them. Although I feel as though I’m already pretty familiar with their poop.” She smiled.
The stable was home to a collection of all sorts of horses, from young animals to old. Most were just riding horses, although a couple had been raised as ranch work-horses. Millie seemed to be drawn to the ones who were further down the hierarchy, the ones who were less likely to be ridden. Sunrise, of course, but also Bella and, her favorite, Ranger. She took a few moments to pat the gentle paint horse’s muzzle.
“Aren’t you a handsome chap?” she said. For a crazy moment, Chuck felt a pang of jealousy. He had to admit, though, Millie was right — Ranger was a good-looking horse. His coat was a darker shade of red than most paint horses, almost a brick color instead of the more common reddish brown. He definitely was in need of a clean, though.
“So you like Ranger?”
“I like them all,” she said, simply.
They moved through the stable until they reached Thunder’s stall. She eyed him cautiously. The stallion was huge, with a mane as glossy and black as a crow’s feathers and a muzzle that was turned back in a perpetual snarl.
“What happens to the ones that no one rides?” she asked, looking at the way the angry Friesian was pawing the floor.
“Plan is for them all to be ridden.”
“All of them?” She seemed unconvinced.
“All of them,” Chuck replied. “Part of the point of them living here is so that they can learn to be friends with Littles. Takis calls it animal therapy. Course, some of them won’t be ready by the time we’re due to open. We do have some long-term projects.”
“And it’ll be my job to teach the Littles how to ride?”
“Right. Wheneveryou’reready.”
She sighed. “I guess I’m going to have to remember how to ride myself first.”
“I can help with that,” Chuck said, smiling. “Before that, why don’t you grab that brush? Couple of these beasts look as though they could use a rub down.” He gestured at a horse brush on a shelf, built into the wall of the stable.
Millie grinned widely.
“I’d like that.”
*
You never forget the smell of a stable.
