Theo Stone (28), on an extended working holiday in New Zealand, permitted by the visa he held and currently working on a mixed farm on the Canterbury Plains, muttered a curse as he was awakened by a 6.20 a.m. phone call.
"Yeah, Theo."
"Answer phone politely please Theo. You are a well-educated Englishman, not some punk from the slums of Liverpool if they still exist."
"Pardon me, Mrs Hamilton (wife of his boss Gordon Hamilton). Good morning, Theo Stone speaking."
"Excellent. Gordon has just called saying he has taken Mick and Ian to the run-off (off-shoot rough dry-stock farm land) and will be fencing all day and they don't expect to return before night-fall. He's suggested I take advantage of you (giggling) to shell peas."
Fuck, cooped up all day with Mrs Motor Mouth while the two permanent hands worked leisurely all day with the boss on the sub-Alpine farmland shifting cattle and fixing fencing and enjoying "crystal-clear air and the spectacular views of the plains and sea below, he scowled.
"Okay, then I see you at 9.00, Mrs Hamilton."
"Like hell, there's no slacking off on this farm but nice try, Theo. Breakfast in my kitchen as usual at 7.00 and starting work hand-shelling peas for the freezer by 7.30."
"Okay, he sighed, and terminated the call before she had time to think of more jobs for him around the house.
At 11 o'clock next morning,, Mrs Hamilton said they had been going great guns (progressing well) and they could stop in thirty minutes for a pre-lunch drink.
Molly was eleven years younger than the boss whom he married three months after his first wife had died after falling off her horse in a show ring jumping competition, crashing head-first against the rock wall jump. Molly was his late wife niece.
She was athletic though a little chubby and was banned by her husband from horse riding. She ran cross-county two or three times a week with female friends, cycled considerable distances with a group on Saturdays, played mixed tennis, skied and skated on iced lakes in winter for fitness and, he assumed, to get away from the house.
She looked almost stunning when he'd arrived for breakfast. Her hair was down and she was wearing the dress the boss favoured that showed heaps of tit flesh although the nipples were under-cover as, um, expected.
"How do I look?" she asked, making Theo she might be off later for lunch and to get a bit on the side. She'd better be careful because the boss was a hard bastard and would probably hospitalize any guy he caught with his wife.
"Quite a delectable package, I have to say."
She turned a little pink and delivered a beautiful smile.
They began shelling peas sitting on stools opposite each other at the breakfast table.
Molly had put on an apron and so the cleavage was hidden but he noticed her boobs appeared very mobile.
Jeepers, she wasn't wearing a bra. His dick began to stiffen as a result of that discovery but subsided as he began counting the peas from a number of pods as he shelled them to keep thoughts of sex at bay.
