He finished feeding the horses, but didn't rush, it wasn't as if he was needing to rush off anywhere.
After work he tended to risk having a beer with one of the husbands who hang around at that time of day, either waiting for the wives or children to finish before driving them home. Tonight though, he could risk more than 1 beer. He had planned for this, and brought a crate of beer on the way home last night, and went to retrieve it and his overnight stuff from his Land Rover.
Dropping his stuff into his office, more like store/workshop, he carried the beer outside to join the other men, pausing to see Nicole still training with her horse in the main hall. She'll be tired after that, and should sleep well tonight he chuckled to himself.
"Ahh so it's true, you're staying the night then" said one of the men, Sharon's husband in fact.
"What do you mean?" He stammered.
"You wouldn't be drinking more than a beer if you're driving tonight, we know that about you, so you must be staying"
"Yes, apparently I need to babysit tonight, incase the boogeyman attacks the stables".
A round of laughter breaks out, followed by one of the other husbands booming "if that's what you call it hahaha".
God this is ridiculous he thought, its worse then walking into the mess in the army and everyone knowing what you did the night before.
But before long people were finishing, and going home, but not before a few glances were thrown his way by some of the women.
The conversation quickly moved onto more run of the mill topics, football, who's buying a new car or horse, and the escape to reality was a relief, as he really didn't like being the centre of attention.
Finally with the last people leaving, he picked up the now half full crate of beer and headed towards his office, surprised he hadn't seen Nicole yet, but in a way thankful.
He looked in the riding hall as he passed, it was empty now, just the sound of a few birds tweeting in the rafters.
He dropped the crate at his office door and went to look for Nicole at her horses stable, only to find the horse there, relaxed and munching its dinner.
She must be in the hayloft already he thought. Returned to his office, he grabbed the beer and his overnight stuff and headed for the hayloft.
He climbed the stairs, his boots echoing in the silence, his brain in a swirl, not knowing what to expect, but as he placed his hand on the door knob at the head of the stairs he thought screw it, it is what it is.
He opened the door and found the hayloft as it was yesterday. Not quite, there was a big bag in the middle, but no Nicole.
"Hi honey, I'm home" he called jokingly.
"You're here then!" She called from around the corner.
He dropped his stuff and peered around the corner.
Nicole was stood by the open doors, used for hay deliveries, looking over the yard, still dressed in her riding shoes, jodhpurs and bralet, just as sweaty and sexy as before he thought.
"Everything finished down there?" Nicole asked.
"Yes, all done, just need to lock up in a minute. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Does everyone know about tonight?"
"I think so, I was watching you from up here for a while, and I think the gossip is flowing, but you know what it's like here "
"Yeah, anyway, shall we get things sorted?"
They set about moving a few bails, making a larger flat area, large enough for them both to comfortably sleep there without bumping into each other all night.
As they worked he noticed Nicole more closely, the smoothness of her skin, the patterns left in her bralet and jodhpurs by her sweat, and it felt hotter and closer than yesterday. As she bent over in front of him to lift a bail, he admired her arse, wanting to caress it, but holding his nerve, looking at the sweat pattern at the top of her blue jodhpurs, but there was another dark patch, between her legs. Sweat or something else. His cock twitched with the thought.
Without warning Nicole staggerd backwards, bent over carrying a bail, till her arse met his groin.
He grabbed her hips to steady her, enjoying the feeling, then he wondered if she felt the firmness of his cock against her arse.
As if reading his thoughts, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
"Come on then, almost done" she chided him.
They stood together, job accomplished, sweaty, dirty, a few bits of Hay here and there.
"I'll go down and lock the stables, you can get your stuff ready, there's some beer there if you want" he instructed.
"Thanks" she replied, a cheeky little smile on her lips.
He went downstairs alone, the horses paying little attention to him as he passed them. After locking up all the doors, he went to the toilets, the beers were ready to leave his system, he unzipped his fly and reaching in to get his cock out, her realised he was still so hard, this will make pissing interesting he giggled to himself.
Finished he washed up and left to join Nicole. More expectation now then before, but who will lead the way?
He entered the Hayloft and was surprised this time.
Expecting to see a sleeping bag layed out, there was an inflatable double mattress with a sheet and a duvet on it. Her bag, almost empty now was one side, his the other, next to the crate of beer.
To one side Nicole was sitting, swigging on a beer bottle.
"Thought we were meant to be camping" he quipped.
"I think it's more glamping nowadays" she answered with a smirk.
"Fair enough" he said, grabbing a beer himself and almost standing over her.
She looked up at him, beer bottle in mouth, glancing at his groin, firm again, before she licked around the top of the bottle before taking in her mouth again.
Too suggestively he wondered, is this really happening?
He bent over to get his stuff out of his bag, making sure his arse was towards Nicole.
He laid his sleeping mat out next to her mattress, "what's that?" she asked.
"My bed" he replied.
"Think mines more comfortable, and big enough for 2 if you want"
"If I'm not cramping your glamping style"
At that he laid his sleeping bag out on the mattress.
"What's that old thing?" She exclaimed
"My summer doss bag, been around the world with me this has"
"Think you're going to need it tonight? It's pretty hot" she replied, running a finger under her shoulder strap to extenuate it before stroking her hair and swigging the beer again.
"We'll see" and he flopped down next to her, taking a swig of his beer before setting his bottle down to take off his work boots.
"Mind if I get changed into something that doesn't stink of horse shit and piss and my sweat?" He asked.
"Sure, can I do the same?"
