"The Farmer's Daughter"

"The Farmer's Daughter"​

I bring the ax down upon the knotty chunk of wood for the fifth or sixth time, once again failing to split the piece in two. The other farm hand who has been splitting fire wood with me tells me yet again to give up.

"You ain't splitting that hunk of shit." he says. "Let it go. Work on the easy stuff. They'll use that crap on the bonfire this fall."

But I've never been one to give up, even when I know my quest is hopeless. So, even after the woman on the porch -- presumably the farmer's wife -- begins clanking a metal rod about the center of the steel triangle, signaling lunch, I continue to test the chunk for weak spots.

I shed my already sweat drenched shirt and return to work. On my twentieth swing or so, the ax slices down through the piece, lodging firmly in the cutting block below as the two pieces fly to the sides. I stand tall, satisfied, smiling, as I reach my muscular arms out wide for a well deserved stretch.

As my arms come back into my sides, I hear, "You do good work."

I turn at the unexpected voice to find the young woman someone pointed out to me earlier as the farmer's daughter ... naked from the waist up except for a pair of suspenders over her shoulders and a smile on her lips.

I look her over well, my cock instantly beginning to harden inside my tight fitting jeans. I know I shouldn't say anything inappropriate, but ... hell, she started this. I smile and, looking to her firm, young breasts again, I say, "So does Mother Nature."

She smiles, then conspicuously lets her gaze fall to my groin, which is now fully on display with my above average sized erection. Responding to my own response, she says, "I imagine she does."

"Why imagine?" I say, continuing what I think is goal-oriented flirtation. She wants me. Doesn't she? Otherwise, why would she be doing this.

I reach for my shirt, not because I want it particularly, but because the move allows me to peek toward the house and the other workers ... and the girl's parents, too. When I see that no one is paying the two of us any attention, I stand tall again, I run the shirt over my fit, muscular form to both remove the layer of sweat and draw her attention to my impressive physique. I glance off toward the woods and suggest, "We could take this elsewhere and see if our imaginations--"

"Not hardly," she says, turning ... and simply walking away.

I look back toward the house again, then walk over to the end of the wood pile to get a parting look at the girl. Her jean shorts are cut so high that her tight, young ass is practically falling out.

She glances over her shoulder -- knowing, or perhaps hoping, that I would take another look at her -- and smiles broadly. She stops and half turns, to give me another look at those firm, pert tits. After a moment, she says, "Get an eyeful ... cuz this is the last you'll see of'em."

As she turns and jumps into a pickup truck, firing it up and shooting it down the drive toward the distant irrigation pond, I watch in silence, then murmur to myself, "That might be what you say to the boys, sweetheart ... but ... I ain't one of the boys."

i love this idea. im a big fan of farmer's daughter type roles and roles where the guy is super sweaty and dirty. im an experienced roleplayer and love love love what you've started off with

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