A couple of years ago a mate rang me with a problem, his best mate's daughter had thrown out her hubby for cheating, amongst other things and he was terrorising her, her dad lived abroad and this mate isn't particularly handy, so he asked me to help out, she lived in an isolated house out in the sticks. Things had been happening and to be honest I thin k they asked me for help because they wanted a result, if I wanted to use a bit of gratuitous violence then so be it, they didn't care, they just wanted it stopping. I went to see the girl in question, she lives a couple of hours drive from me, the house was in a dark country lane and poorly lit, the first thing was to improve the lighting in the grounds. I had only been there a couple of days, not staying over but arriving very early and leaving very late, it gave the impression that I was staying there, when I realised just what sort of a place she lived in, it was more a small hamlet than a village, and within a couple of days word soon got around that she had a new bloke living there. Now, as she was in the middle of divorcing this creep we decided that rather than letting them think I was a boyfriend, which may have given him ammunition in a divorce court, we invented another scenario, one that we hoped would put him off bothering her, all we had to do now was get the story out there and this was soon to be easier than we expected. About the third day she had an unexpected visit from a 'friend' now as it turned out this 'friend' was in reality spying on her for her soon to be ex-husband. Almost immediately she arrived she began to ask questions about the new 'boyfriend' and commented that she hadn't wasted any time finding someone, at that point the young lady, we'll call her 'R' announced that far from being a boyfriend I was actually a relative, an uncle who lived up north I seldom visited due to the distance and I was only here now as I had some leave from my job as a police officer! Within 24 hours everyone was talking about it, although some were not convinced, not about me being a police officer, but about me being an uncle, her friend decided to test this theory some days later while we were chatting over a drink. She told me that the day after was 'steak and blowjob day', now I'd never heard of this and she went on to explain it to me. This was followed up with her asking me if I'd like to visit her home the following evening, I politely declined, unintentionally adding weight to the growing theory that I was indeed 'R's' new boyfriend. The real reason why I declined was her mate was very large, very loud and generally unpleasant! Anyway 'R ' was really on a downer and her dad was very worried, so one day when I arrived to find her still in bed mid- morning I suggested that she should get up, have a bath and get dressed up, something nice and do her hair and put on some makeup. Now at this point I should mention that this young lady had several horses, they were her passion and had been for years, in fact since first meeting her all I'd seen her wearing was a pair of very muddy boots, some grubby black jodhpurs and a baggy jumper, not a good look at all, all it did was to show that the actions her hubby was taking were indeed upsetting her. Anyway, about an hour after our little chat she came out into the garden, and what a transformation, her blonde hair was washed and tied in a bun, she had done her make-up and the way she was dressed she looked like she was attending a horse show. Gone were the grubby clothes and instead she wore a white blouse with a tweed country jacket, a smart pair of jodhpurs and some new brown leather country boots, she looked great. She asked me where we were going and I told her that I wanted her to do something for me, go to the supermarket and get some badly needed shopping, then on the way back she was to call into the village store and get me some cigarettes, finally I wanted her to go for lunch in the local pub, show herself off a bit. It took some persuading but she did it, and by all accounts she didn.t go un-noticed. When she came back she asked if I'd help her with the horses, I said I would and asked if she was going to get changed first, she said she wasn't. We went into the paddock and rounded up the horses, it was quite muddy and her boots were soon very dirty but she didn't seem bothered, she just seemed to be constantly bending over to pick things up, usually after she'd dropped them. We were putting the last horse away when she said it looked like it was limping, we led it into the stables where the lighting was better and she asked me to hold it while she looked at the leg. I was stood holding it by it's head collar and she bent down to look at the leg, personally I would have squatted down as it would have been easier, but I didn't realise what she was up to at the time. She was bent over, her feet about 18 inches apart and her jodhurs stretched tightly across her arse revealing the outline of a pair of panties beneath, she'd taken off her jacket and her blouse rode up giving just a glimpse of the top of her panties, they were white. As she was bent over the other horse in the stable turned around and began to nuzzle at her arse, she never flinched just let out a murmur, "mmh nice", suddenly I was aware of what was happening, I'd been concentrating on watching her examine the horse's leg until then, and to be honest she didn't really look like she knew what she was doing. "hey, I hope you didn't think it was me doing that, it was the horse" I told her, she turned her head and looked up at me, "it's ok, really I don't mind" she said with a huge grin, it was the first time I'd seen her look really happy since I had started going there. "here, you hold him and let me have a look" I replied, "oh he's fine, he doesn't need holding" she giggled. I crouched down and began to examine the leg, it felt normal except for a bit of heat in the joint, I suspected a sprain. I got back up and she wiggled her rear provocatively, Now I do have a thing for women in jodhpurs and given her comment earlier I was sorely tempted to have a play. I was just about to give her jodhpur clad arse a gentle rub, then if she didn't object I was going to lower them to her boot tops and take it as it came, and believe me I had a damned good idea where it would have ended. She was waiting for it and I was ready, nothing had been said but we knew what was about to happen, then just as I reached out I heard a voice, "oh there you both are, what's happening?" she leapt up and I turned around, it was her dad's mate, apparently he'd decided to pop over and see if she was ok. I think she'd have been better if he hadn't turned up, a lot better, still it could have been worse, imagine if he'd have turned up later on and caught us at it! I reckon he must haave said something to her dad about it though, because he suddenly started popping over a lot so we were not on our own, I never got to shag her but she always took care of herself, and oddly enough out went the baggy jumpers and in came low cut tops or blouses with the first two buttons undone.