Caroline was driving around the country side, looking for some horses to photograph. She absolutely loved horses but had never really been around them, growing up in the city. But now that she was all grown up, had a steady job and could afford a car, she could drive out of the city and go see some horses other than at the zoo.
Caroline had been told that about two hours out of the city, there were several farms that had horses, even one that was renowned for breeding good work horses for farmers around the area. So she headed that way with her newly acquired camera.
Caroline found this beautiful farm that seemed so isolated and saw a few horses in a fenced pasture. She pulled over, grabbed her camera and her tripod and went up to the fence. There, she took quite a few pictures of the six horses that were kept in this enclosure. She was lost in her picture taking when a deep male voice startled her "Can I help you ma'am?"
Caroline whipped around and was face to face with the farmer, a man of about 45, dressed in a pair of bib coveralls and a t-shirt. The man was big and muscular yet had this sweet look about him that made Caroline feel totally at ease.
"Hi, I'm Caroline. I just saw your horses and wanted to photograph them. Is that okay?"
Caroline held out her hand and the man shook it.
"Jake. Why would you want to take pictures of my horses?"
"Well, I've loved horses since I was a little girl but never got a chance to be around any and just wanted to take pictures for my computer screen saver. I hope that's okay! I mean, I wasn't going to sell the pictures or anything!"
"In that case, sure it's okay. These are the young ones, born in the last few years. The bigger ones are in the corral behind the barn. Would you like to see them too?"
"Could I?"
"Sure! Just come with me."
Caroline followed the man and on the way to the barn, made small talk. She learned that he was the farmer that bred horses for other farmers and that he had over 40 of them in various enclosures.
Jake led her to the corral behind the barn where a group of 3 mares were lazily eating. Caroline immediately started taking pictures of the beautiful horses. Jake whistled and one came over, allowing Caroline to take close up pictures.
Jake watched this young lady taking pictures of his horses. She looked to be in her early 20s, with long brown hair up in a pony tail. The irony of it made him smile as he continued to examine her. She was wearing tight jeans and a peasant shirt that strained against her rather large bosom for such a small frame. The shirt was made of this cotton and allowed him to make out the outline of her bra. It had been a while for Jake and he couldn't help but feel himself reacting to such a beautiful young lady.
