Sandra Ottershaw Ponygirl 314 Ch. 01

"I'm not your bloody lover!" he said.

"Then don't go all misty eyed." she suggested, "And keep your head away."

He ignored her and kissed her forehead.

"It's not allowed," she protested, he kissed her mouth, "I'm already in trouble," he kissed her again, "For getting wet and," he kissed again, longer this time. "getting naked, and." his tongue began to explore her mouth, her resistance crumbled and she let him do as he pleased.

"It's like kissing a dead fish," he complained forgetting her arms were free and suddenly she had him by the back of the head and pulled him down onto her. "Mmmmpphh," he protested.

They had to break off gasping for air, "Phew," he exclaimed, "I wasn't expecting that."

"No, so now fuck me, don't lie there like a log, give me some length big boy." she suggested.

"You've been watching too many C grade porn movies," he suggested but he began to grind against her far more energetically.

"That's good," she whispered, "Yes."

"I hope it's a bloody sight better than just good!" he suggested.

"Good," she agreed and they rocked together with her hands straying all over his back and buttocks in a way she had been unable to do for months.

The climax when it came was no volcanic climax just a high plateau from which he oozed his cum in ecstasy and then they wound down gradually as they held each other secure in a tender embrace.

"I suppose we better get back," Andy said finally.

"You haven't seen the viewpoint," she reminded him.

"Is there a problem there?" he asked.

"No, not as far as I know," she replied, "What about my tack?"

"Sorry?" he replied, "What tack?"

"My costume, my pony tack?" she explained, "You cut most of it off me," she pointed out.

"It doesn't matter," he suggested.

"It bloody does, what will I wear?" she demanded.

"You usually parade around with your tits out, with your thingy on show, so where's the problem?" he said insensitively.

"But no one can see its me!" she said, "I'm anonymous don't you understand?"

"OK, wear my jacket again?" he suggested.

"Thanks," she said.

"It's ruined anyway." he admitted.

"Thanks," she said deprecatingly, but he pulled on his trousers and shirt and let her pull the jacket around her.

She walked beside him as they headed back towards the "Stables," or "Complex" as they sometimes called it, past the damaged bridge and on to the beach, "The cart!" she exclaimed as she saw the waves lapping at the seat of her cart which was now the only part visible above the waves.

"Leave it," he insisted, "Jen wants you terminated, you want out, let her fetch it."and then they came over the rise and the stable complex stretched away before them. a low rise complex which looked hundreds of years old but was actually less than twenty and not even finished.

"What on earth!" Jen demanded as she saw 314 approach, "Where's the cart?"

"Ah, sort of at sea, my fault," Andy confessed, "Three fourteen's off customer duties for now," he added, "Can you find her something smart to wear?"

"Negligee?" Jen asked.

"No, we've been past that stage, skin to skin if you must know," he replied, "She had an injury that wasn't treated, did you know?"

"No," Jen admitted, "But there's no complaint."

"Because she hasn't been been laid for weeks," he added, "It's really not good enough."

"Look, she's a trouble maker," Jen explained.

"She's just frustrated," Andy accused, "So find her something to wear and I'll get a shower and check her files," he stormed away, only to return a moment later, "Which is my room?"

"Staff Ten," Jen replied tersely, "In the annex."

Sandra watched him stride away, Jen prodded her in the belly, "You're not the first and not the last," she shook her head, "It's very unprofessional, stripping off, no doubt you made love as he calls it?"

"Twice," Sandra admitted, "It wasn't my idea."

"No of course not," Jen suggested, "No he'll propose and you'll both live happily ever after in wedded bliss with two and a half kids and a Labrador."

"He said there was a job in Penzance," Sandra suggested.

"Oh, right, I see, yes Justin is working his notice, do you do shorthand?" Jen asked.

Sandra shook her head, "Neither does Justin." she agreed, "And I'm sure he doesn't do any extras Andrew is interested in," she chuckled, "Lets see if your case is still in the stores, and more important, if anything still fits."

Andy found room S10 and stripped off to take a shower, the bathroom was tiled in reflective silvered tiles and in the reflection he saw the scratches down his back gouged by Sandra's finger nails, he rather liked that he decided, in moderation.

His case provided a spare suit equally expensive, but darker, and to match some highly polished black shoes.

The company filing system simply needed his password to reveal Sandy's recent past, three seasons in the Scillies with two in South Africa and a steady decline from premium pony through to effectively a spare pony usually employed on the stores cart.

Her last medical had been STD clear and amazingly she last had a chargeable fuck a full six weeks previously in mid August and that when several girls had food poisoning.

He checked her CV, she had indeed gained a law degree, at Nottingham, a second. maybe third rate Uk university and un able to get a job she had signed up as a Ponygirl for two years, which should have ended last March.

He checked her records, the first years receipts had been paid directly to the Student loan company as had the second, until January when the loan was finally repaid, but since she had earned barely a thousand pounds, when a thousand a week was considered average.

He worried, happy ex pony girls were good for business, while equally resentful ones were bad, he rang reception and asked them to page Jen.

"What in hells name were you thinking," he demanded as she walked in, "I know I've been busy elsewhere but seven months beyond her release date? didn't you check, why the hell else did you think she was so frustrated?"

"No, surely it's three years?" Jen exclaimed, "Till next spring?"

"It was two," he said, "No funny, not funny at all."

"Well I'm sorry," she said, "And if there's anything." he cut her short.

"There is, find yourself some tack," he ordered, "Tomorrow you're taking us on a romantic trip around the island, in between recovering three fourteen's cart."

"But," she said.

"No buts, tacked up outside at eight o'clock sharp, recover the cart and then at two fifteen sharp take us around the Island.

"After Lunch?" she queried, "Why not before?"

"Sandy and me have a serious sex backlog to reduce." he said, "Any arguments?"

"She'll see right through you," Jen exclaimed, "But fine, a day outdoors will do me good, can I get back to helping her with her hair and makeup?"

"Yes, get out," he said, "This is gross misconduct, don't ever treat a girl this way again."

"At least I don't play the big romantic and let them down flat." she snapped as her final shot.

He rang reception to demand a table for dinner with a sea view looking west only to be told the restaurant faced east, he demanded a take away to be told they didn't do take aways, "Well you damned well do now!" he insisted and gave his authorisation code 7A1, the A1 meaning senior management, at which point the Chef backed down.

Then he demanded they page Sandra.

She knocked the door once and stepped inside, "Jen hasn't finished," she apologised as she faced him in a grey business suit with white blouse, knee length skirt and sensible low heel shoes, "It feels ever so odd."

"Take your pants off." he ordered.

"I'm not wearing any, they're too uncomfortable," she said, "You know, my pussy lips, collagen, you see?"

"Good girl, I figured we'd sit on the roof and watch the sunset and eat dinner." he said.

"Too cold, too many midges," she said, "Can't we go to bed, its' such a long time since I slept in a bed, six foot by three stables with a straw floor aren't all they're cracked up to be, sleep wise."

"I want to watch the god damned sunset and eat dinner," he swore.

"Then lets eat in the observatory on the end of the jetty," she suggested, "Keep the door closed to keep out the cold and the insects."

"I suppose," he said.

"And there's a handrail like at the viewpoint." she explained, "Even though there isn't room to lie down."

It didn't work out, the seafood starter was cold and the sun was already almost below the horizon leaving trails of red and gold across the western ocean even before the starter arrived, and then the Chicken was cold and the fries soggy and Sandy wasn't used to eating from a plate after months or years eating and drinking from a bucket and the little used muscles in her arms ached as she grappled with a knife and fork, and equally after a diet of bran with meat and diced carrots the food was too rich and she had to pass on the chocolate mousse.

He didn't dare give her alcohol so they made do with non alcoholic wine, and again after barely moving her arms for month if not years she had difficulty holding her glass.

"I guess the view isn't so bad," He said as he swung around to look at the distant lighthouses flashing under the star studded sky, "Shall we?" he suggested indicating the hand rail over which she should bend.

"Can't we go to bed?" she asked, "I've been dreaming of sleeping in a bed, you know put the kids to bed, take a shower, posh nightie, read my book and wait for my husband."

"Gee, really?" he said, "Oh well, we can maybe find a shower and the bed," he thought, "But what about this wonderful view?"

"I've been there done that, hundreds of times, thousands maybe," she admitted, "Time to move on."

"I guess you just become used to it," he agreed.

The wind was getting up whipping the spray off the wave tops as they walked back along the jetty from the view point and back to the complex, gusting wind which kept the insects grounded and they strolled arm in arm savouring the moment, and all too soon they were back at the complex, "Bed?" she suggested.

"Shall we check the main arena?" he asked.

"I haven't performed for years," she admitted.

Thee flights of stairs led down to the Arena, entirely buried below ground level it had been built in the 1950's as a government early warning station before being abandoned when Radar improved and now formed the subterranean heart of the complex.

They took the viewing gallery exit at level minus 2 and stood to watch the girls rehearsing.

Eighteen girls were performing, as always there was dressage and jumping indoors and occasionally the cross country where Sandy had excelled, but usually it was just dressage and jumping with the girls tethered bent over rails, their puffed up and rouged vaginas displayed to perfection for the customers to use as they pleased between rounds.

Some of the polish had gone Andy decided, the performances were becoming lacklustre, and the place was starting to look somewhat tatty.

"Tired," Andy said, "They look bored."

"Of course they're bloody bored." she said, "It's ok in high summer but really they've been doing this for the past five months, same routine, same competition, same competitors same results, less cock."

"Same plumes by the look of it," he said, "Not good enough."

"It's stupid penny pinching," Sandy said, "It makes me so cross!"

"I like it when you talk accountancy, you want to bend over the handrail?" he suggested.

"Bed," she said.

"I'll take you on stage in a minute," he said, "Fuck you in front of everyone."

"OK, but I'd prefer bed," she said and he stood behind her and kissed the top of her head.

"Lie down," he whispered.

"No, I'll get dirty," she said.

"I like dirty," he said.

"No,bed." she said and pulled away.

"OK enough, bed!" he agreed, and she turned and hurried through the door, ran up the stairs and rushed through the sunken corridor towards his room, she paused part way to find him several steps behind red faced and gasping for breath.

"You need to get fit," she said, "Hurry up you were the keen one."

"It's ok," he said breathlessly, "Give me a minute."

She had to wait as he had the swipe card for the door but she headed for the shower room where excitement and anticipation suppressed the pain in her shoulders and arms and she emerged a few minutes later perfumed and naked.

"There' a robe," he said.

"I know," she said, "This is for you."

"Auditioning for Penzance right?" he asked and she just smiled.

The lovemaking was pleasant and unremarkable and they lay together afterwards in a long embrace before she took a shower and he went to fire up his computer, "How was it for you?" she asked as she returned wearing just a bath robe.

"I'll live," he agreed, "You?"

"C minus." she laughed, "In a good way, what's that?"

"Visitor figures," he said as he sat peering at the screen wearing only his shorts and a very tired T shirt, "Not so good."

"Well I'm no expert and don't watch TV but I did hear there's a recession on." she admitted as she looked over his shoulder.

"Yes but overheads don't reduce." he said.

"That," she said pointing at the screen, "Is betterment, not maintenance, you're not showing the true picture, you need 90% occupancy in the peak and you're getting that but you're expanding capacity, why?"

"I, I don't know, I believe we have barely scraped the surface of the pony play market," he replied defensively.

"They want something new," she said, "Dressage Pah, twice a year maybe, but how about ponygirls dancing and singing?"

"Don't be ridiculous." he snapped.

"Once a fortnight for Dressage and a musical extravaganza alternate weeks, can you imagine someone singing "Maria" from "West Side Story," while a big black guy fucks them from behind."

"Actually," Andy admitted and pointed to his cock which was now tent poling his shorts, "You don't know the tune do you?" he asked.

"Of course," she said smugly.

"Well," he suggested, "Try singing it while I take you from behind."

"Andy, that's kinky!" she said.

"Kinkier still tacked up," he laughed, "Shall we?"

She placed her hands on the dressing table and bent over, "It's a man's song," she said.

"So," he said, "I'll sing it," he took a deep breath, lifted her robe, slipped his shorts down and aimed his cock at her now sopping vagina, "Maria, La la la la la la ria, la lala," and burst out laughing.

"That's brilliant!" she said, "The punters could sing Karaoke style as they fucked."

"I tell you what, that'll go down a storm in Japan!" he admitted, "We're going to be good together, I feel it in my bones!"

"So you'll try it?" she asked.

"No way!" he shook his head, "This is a high class operation, it just needs polishing, but gee, seriously, there could be a spin off in Japan."

"Oh!" she sighed.

"You want to change position, on the bed maybe?" he asked.

"OK," she agreed and he gently pulled out of her and waited while she tossed her robe aside slipped under the bed covers, before he joined her, kissing her briefly before he slid between her thighs and entered her once again, this time as she lay on her back.

"Polishing," she said wistfully.

"Mmmm," he agreed, "Polishing."

"Polishing," she said again as he started thrusting in earnest, "Polishing," but her mind was elsewhere as they rushed towards a climax once more.

The computer screen lit the room with an eerie blue glow until it went to standby mode as they lay together afterwards.

"I never slept with anyone before," she said quietly, "Not slept."

"Hush, it's ok," he whispered and they slipped away to land of dreams.

To be continued