Hannah's Story (no porn)

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Hannah was fixing a fence to stop the sheep in adjacent land from straying onto the estate. It was a cool day, but no chance of rain, yet, as nearly always, she was wearing her blue heavy pvc rain suit. Straight leg trousers and hooded top with a slight shine in the sun, but mainly a matte finish. The material was super smooth on the outside with no hint of textured surface. The material was quite heavy, but unlined, except for some patches of cotton-like material under the arms, and across the shoulders, which she had removed shortly after receiving the garment. As always she wasn't wearing anything much underneath; just a pair of soft plastic bloomers that she bought from a company she found online called PVC-U-Like, which were mainly to avoid chaffing from the seams of the heavy trousers. Her choice of black shiny hunter wellingtons complimented the outfit. Hannah liked the way the sun shone off the rubbery boots, and the smell as she bent down closer to tackle the missing fence wire close to the ground. She was on the edge of trees at the boundary of the farmers field, behind her was a gravel road which led from the big house, turned off the road to the main gates, up past her cottage and on to the stables.

Hannah stood up, the pvc clinging to her as she did. A Range Rover slid to a halt on the road with gravel flying in protest at the heavy vehicle's breaking. "Good morning Hannah, I know you are busy, but do you think you could give me a hand with Simba when you are done?"

Hannah froze, Miss Elizabeth had never spoken to her directly, and she never expected to hear her use her first name. She had first seen the lady of the manor a few days earlier after her return from her year-long holiday in Switzerland. Hannah was new to this gamekeeper job, and only knew of the viscount's wife when he mentioned her, a photograph in the library and a painting in the entrance hallway, but in the flesh she was far more gorgeous than any of these could portray. Hannah was immediately aware of her semi nudity under the rain suit and maybe not entirely appropriate attire for visiting the stables to help with the prized horse. She stuttered, "I'll finish up and get changed, then be with you in about 20 minutes miss".
"Oh bother, I'm on a bit of a tight schedule, look i'll wait here if you finish up, then I can give you a lift, you'll be fine as you are", Elizabeth said, as she craned across to make her self heard through the open passenger side window.
Hannah was nervous, she wouldn't feel right being in the viscount's car, but waved in confirmation, then turned to finish mending the hole as quickly as she could.
The radio was playing Beethoven's 3rd overture quietly on radio 3. Outside the Diesel engine burbled on idle, but inside it was quiet. The air con made it very comfortable. Elizabeth watched the gamekeeper fighting the barbed wire back in to position. Something about this tall rugged woman fascinated her, Hannah had a striking beauty, if slightly weather worn, and although she was clearly very strong, she didn't have a butch manner about her. What was it about this woman that made Elizabeth want to ask for her help, when there were plenty of boys at the stable more than capable of doing so?

"All done miss, but I really should get changed", Hannah stood by the passenger door.
"Nonsense, you look fine as you are, hop in"
The leather seats disagreed with the pvc material of Hannah's knickers and trousers and she felt herself having to hang on tight as the viscountess threw the big vehicle confidently, if maybe a bit too quickly, round the gravel bends, making the plastic slip and slide.
Elizabeth was dressed in form fitting blue jeans, a white tee-shirt and had a wide, black, leather belt. Although simple, her outfit oozed sophistication.
The stables came in to view through the trees and as the car pulled up to the wide wooden gates, one of the young stable boys came out and let them in. He was dressed in a black jersey hoodie, and matching trousers, with a logo of the estate stables on the back.
Elizabeth raised a finger in recognition and smiled at him slightly as she pulled in.
The gamekeeper hopped down, followed by Elizabeth and both doors closed with a simultaneous clunk.
Hannah adjusted her shiny trousers from the journey, trying to loosen the sticking bloomers a little without being noticed, and as she did she noticed a stable boy staring at her. He quickly ran off.
Elizabeth opened the tailgate and sat on the bumper, her legs barely reaching the ground. "Be a love and pass me my riding boots, they can be a bugger to get on"
Hannah came around and reached in to the back, then noticed that the boots were nearly completely covered by a shiny black PVC trench coat. She picked it up to move it aside. "I don't think I'll be needing that, what do you think?", Elizabeth said, as she turned to face Hannah.
"I was just moving it to one side to get your boots, I wouldn't want it to get damaged", The gamekeeper replied, "but I always tend to prefer to be prepared, getting caught in sudden rain is a hazard of my job, and there are some dark clouds up there, but it is up to you miss". Hannah's mind briefly wandered to a time when she was indeed caught in a heavy downpour and how she enjoyed the protection of the rainsuit and rain lashed against the smooth surface, running in rivers over her muddy boots.
Hannah was enjoying the feel of the slippery material in her hand, and would dearly like to see Elizabeth in the Mac.

The little girl unclipped her seatbelt, her tiny hands finding it hard to tackle the tight belt. She slipped across onto nanny's lap, "Nanny will be alright", she said.
"Yes Nanny will be alright, just snuggle down and someone will be along soon and then we can go home", the kindly lady replied in her soft voice.
Hannah wrapped her arms around the woman's shiny rain jacket and she responded by putting her arm around the little girl in her favourite pink plastic raincoat with pony pictures. As the little girl watched a streetlight outside shone flickering light into the back of the car, raindrop patterns danced across the PVC surface of nanny's trousers.
Nanny was unable to feel the weight of the four year old on her lap. She didn't know it, but the hard rear-ending by the van had severed her lower spine. She knew something was seriously wrong, but now was not the time to scare her little charge.
"Angela, are you ok.", the woman in the front passenger seat tunerd round to the rear passengers.
"Um, maybe we need to get someone out quite quickly dear", she replied, very calmly, but with a tone of panic only detectable by an adult, "my legs could do with a bit more room, if you don't mind"
The woman looked down, the nanny's legs were pinned on the back of the seat. The car had taken a very hard knock, and rear seat was half a metre further forward than it should be. Hannah felt the bang, but her child seat did its job, and she only knocked her head back.
The driver was trying to dial on the car in-built phone.
The passenger pushed his hands away, "for fuck sake George, you can't even use a phone, what the hell made you think you could drive after that bottle of Rioja?"
"Steady love, I'm fine", he replied with slightly slurred speech.
He was overtaking on the dual carriageway, but misjudged the speed of the van. He cut in to try to make the exit that he wanted, but the van had nowhere to go, so hit the old Peugeot hard.
"Language please", the nanny held a finger to he lips then pointed down at the little girl curled up on her lap.
"Sorry", Hannah's mother said.
"Emergency services, what service do you require?", the phone answered.
"Er, ambulance please, weve had a bit of a knock", the woman replied.
"Can you tell me where you are, and who is injured?", the conversation continued.
Hannah buried her face further into Nannys lap, even Though she was very young, she still thought nannys legs felt strangely cold.
Angela stroked the little girls hair, the rain lashed outside.
There was a knock on the driver's window.
"Oi arsehole, what the fuck were you doing", the driver of the van was shouting.
"Nanny why are you cold?", Hannah looked up at her beloved friend and protector.
Angela's face was motionless, her hand slipped off the little girl's brow and her head lolled to one side.
"Nanny, nanny, you will be alright, you will, won't you?"
Flashing blue lights appeared in the rear view mirror. Hannah's mother screamed.

Three stable boys ran out from behind the building. All were wearing their pvc jackets and trousers, reseverved for working in the wet and similar to the outfits worn by vets when attending during an animal giving birth. They flapped their arms and jeered in the direction of the gamekeeper. As if to join in at that moment the sun came out, and the sky was clear. The boys continued to ape around. Hannah felt embarrassed, was her liking for shiny rainwear that obvious?
"Stop that now!", Elizabeth shouted at the boys. They continued.
She grabbed the black mac and put it on. She buttoned it up and as then strode over to the boys as she pulled the pvc belt tight around her waist, standing over them with her hands on her hips, "get the horses ready now. If they are not ready in five minutes your father will be looking for a new job! Two horses for me and my friend, NOW", The boys stopped all at once and stared at Elizabeth. "Move, NOW!", she said sternly, and all three boys ran off.
Hannah's mind was whirling. The viscountess looked stunning in the pvc trench coat, especially as it was fully buttoned and belted. Why did she put it on, was it in solidarity with her, was she mocking her? She said "friend"?, who was this person she was going to ride with? Where was this friend?
Elizabeth sat back down on the tailgate, "pass me the boots Hannah please?"
She complied, still unsure of what just happened and what was coming next.
The viscountess pulled hard on the handles on the sides of the black, leather, riding boots. The footwear was clearly winning.
"Bloody things, I hate them, why do they have to be so sodding hard to get on?"
Hannah stepped forward and cupped the boot with both hands around the back of the heel and part way up, then slipped it on.
"Christ you must be strong,", Elizabeth looked surprised.
"I've been fighting boots for years, the trick is not to let them think they can win", Hannah replied drily.
Elizabeth laughed, "that is priceless, I will have to remember that one".
The viscountess looked even more stunning in her riding boots and Mac. Just then the sounds of hooves could be heard coming out onto the Tarmac from one of the stalls.
Simba was a fine black stallion. Standing next to him was Sheba, almost as tall she was a dark chestnut brown.
The boys completed fitting the tack, both horses seemed restless.
"You'll like Sheba, she is strong, but good natured", Elizabeth said, "oh sorry, you do ride don't you, I assumed you do?"
"Um, yes", the gamekeeper was taken by surprise, was the countess' friend not coming, did she have to stand in?
One of the boys ran over, carrying a pair of men's riding boots, "sorry miss, I hope these will fit?"
He handed over the footwear, and was still wearing the pvc suit. The colour matched Hannah's and both shone slightly in the sun despite being matte finishes.
Hannah took the boots without saying a word, the lad ran off, joining his brothers they disappeared back into the stalls.
The boots slipped on easily because they were slightly too big, but the gamekeeper still needed to bend over to pull them on. Elizabeth didn't understand why she she found herself looking at Hannah's bottom, clad in tight shining blue PVC. Hannah stowed her beloved hunters in the back of the Range Rover.
The women mounted the horses easily, Elizabeth because she was an experienced horse woman, Hannah because even Sheba's size was no match for he six foot frame.
The stallion and mare complied with the gentle pull on their reins to turn and walk towards the woods.
Hannah felt the smooth plastic of her knickers in the saddle, it was a nice feeling.
"Er, what was that about their father, er, if you don't mind me asking?", she said.
"Odious man! He is the deputy farm manager. As a little girl he used to pinch my bottom. My parents never cared because they were afraid he might get them thrown out of the cottage", Elizabeth replied calmly, swaying gently as Simba walked through the cool shade of the trees.
"As a girl?", Hannah quizzed.
"Yes, I grew up in the village. I met Richard, er, the viscount, when I was working as a TA at the local school and he was on the board of governors.
Hannah remembered that the viscountess was just that because she married the viscount, that made her a littke sad as she really liked Elizabeth and hoped she might like her back.
The two women talked effortlessly as their charges walked slowly through the woods.
"Tell me Hannah, if you don't mind, why do you always wear that outfit even with no chance of rain?"
The mood changed, the gamekeeper was taken off guard by the question and she felt embarrassed, "I wanted to change, it was you who insisted I come along like this", suddenly she realised there was anger in her voice, "sorry miss, maybe it is time to go back?"
"Aw, not yet, I am having a lot of fun. Aren't you having fun?", Elizabeth replied, dismissing the negativity in Hannah's reply and turning the mood back.
"I like this Mac, I think the shiny surface is a bit kinky", Elizabeth stroked the arm of her trench coat.
Again Hannah was taken aback, she wasn't expecting this from the viscountess.
"It was very expensive, I saw it and Richard insisted I had it, £1,200 he paid! Madness. But it is gorgeous, don't you think?"
She was still stroking the arm to draw attention to the garment.
"It does look very good, but then i bet you would look good in any outfit miss", Hannah replied.
"Right, stop this now!"
"What?"
"Call me Liz, and stop all this 'miss' business, I'm not your primary school teacher!"
"I couldn't possibly, it's not my place"
"Your place? And where do you think that is?", Elizabeth was insistant.
Hannah stopped Sheba, "I'm the gamekeeper, you are the lady of the manor, I am the help, you are the boss".
Elizabeth stopped, she smiled at Hannah, "I have no idea why, because I love Richard very much, but for some reason i like being with you. As a friend, not an employee"
Hannah stared, unable to reply.
Elizabeth dismounted and tied Simba's rein to a tree branch. She walked over to a patch of grass and sat down.
Hannah joined her. The two women sat shoulder to shoulder, not saying a word.
Hannah move her shoulder ever so slightly, and the two pvc garments gave out a little squeal. The two women roared with laughter at the same time.
"Sorry miss, er, Liz, my jacket parped!"
"Really Hannah, has it no manners?", the viscount quipped.
Hannah moved her shoulder again, and again the squeak went out.
"Apparently not miss, maybe it needs a bit of educatin'?"
Elizabeth's face turned serious, she turned and craned up to her friend and kissed her on the cheek.
Hannah put an arm round the viscountess and Elizabeth snuggled into the smooth pvc surface of Hannah's jacket, the smell was comforting.
"The viscount won't like this", Hannah said.
"I like this, and that is all that matters, for now", Elizabeth replied.

** The End **

[hotwilly]

Nice story - thanks

[HeatherlovesPVC]

Lovely story, two near strangers getting to know each other through a shared interest.
Heather

[Deleted User 5375]

You probably guessed, but you are best reading my stories in sequence as they are all linked. Not essential, but it helps. The main character is Suzi and she returns again up to all sorts of naughtiness in the next instalment that I am writing now.

[hotwilly]

You probably guessed, but you are best reading my stories in sequence as they are all linked. Not essential, but it helps. The main character is Suzi and she returns again up to all sorts of naughtiness in the next instalment that I am writing now.

Remember Hannah was the gamekeeper Suzi met when her car broke down