Fun on the Farm

[saedo]

Closed for EroticLily

The summer sun was high overhead and the smell of the countryside filled the air as I zoomed along a state highway. I'd decided to take a few days off after my business trip in order to cruise in my new convertible. The car itself dated back to '65, but it was my own little gift to myself after closing the Hoffman deal earlier this spring.

I'd decided to take the back roads since the interstates were dull, straight slabs of asphalt. I had been cruising through farmland for the last hour, enjoying the lush green of whatever the hell they grew in rural Georgia. With the wind in my hair and the sun on my shoulders, I felt more relaxed than I have in weeks.

I was midway through the second verse of "Life Is A Highway" when the car made a truly ugly noise and the engine began to sputter. I cursed and pulled to the side of the road. My cellphone got a flickering half bar at best, so calling AAA wasn't an option. I cursed again and popped the hood.

Half an hour later, my limited automotive knowledge had determined that my problem had something to do with the transmission and that a real mechanic would be required to fix it. In the process, I'd managed to acquire streaks of grease and dirt on my forearms and pants. I summer sun was a lot less pleasant when not cruising at 60 mph, so my shirt was damp with sweat.

I was close to boiling over with frustration when a voice hailed me. I turned to find a young woman standing a dozen yards behind me. Thick chocolate curls framed a face that seemed straight off a magazine cover. She wore a gingham shirt that only somewhat contained an almost ridiculously large pair of breasts. The shirt was knotted above her waist, showing off several inches of taut, tan belly. Her impossibly slender midsection flared into a delightfully feminine pair of hips clad in a pair of cutoff denim shorts that seemed almost painted on. It was like goddess Aphrodite made flesh, only dressed like Daisy Duke.

I stared in amazement for several seconds before I was able to pry my tongue off the roof of my mouth. "Hi, I'm Jacob Trask," I began. "My car broke down and I can't seem to get a cell signal. Do you know where I could find a phone?"

 

[EroticLily]

Padding around the kitchen in bare feet, I pulled the drawer under the sink and plucked the wooden spoon resting atop the forks and spoons. That fresh pitcher of sweet tea sitting on the counter ‘wasn’t going to mix itself’ as my daddy always said when I got lazy toward my chores. I mixed the cool beverage briskly, eager for a taste of the finished product. I admired the way the tea leaves circled at the bottom of the pitcher even after I extracted the spoon.

Grasping the handle and carefully tilting the container, I poured myself a small glass. I smiled proudly as the natural sweetness clung to my lips and tongue once I’d taken a sip. My father was out to town with the truck, selling produce. He’d guzzle this whole pitcher down before the week was through. I was sure of it. As I turned to put the pitcher in the fridge, Oliver, my Border Collie, nearly knocked me on my butt. I didn’t have the heart to scold him when I heard him scratching at the back door.

“I hear ya, I hear ya.”

I muttered, slipping my feet into the cheap pair of sandals I left by the door. Then I unlocked the door to let Oliver out. I followed after him, knowing he likes to roam down the road to the neighbor’s farm and dig up their black-eyed susans. I turned my face toward the warm sun as I strolled behind him, pondering what I should make for dinner. While mother visited my sick auntie in Kentucky, I was the woman of the house and that suited me just fine.

I hadn’t reached the fence yet when a bead of sweat broke over my brow and rolled down my temple. It was a scorcher, but I loved this weather. Heat waves gave me plenty of reason to traipse around in short shorts without my nay-saying father getting too flustered about it.

Oliver ambled toward the picket fence bordering the property and just as I caught up, I spotted a broken-down vehicle across the way and a man standing beside it. I couldn’t pass up the chance to socialize, since I rarely had callers when my daddy was home. When the stranger turned to me, I smiled and stared at this handsome gentleman. He was tall, probably a whole head taller than my daddy. He had a fit physique from what I could gather, just like my high school math teacher I’d always had a crush on. He was sporting a delicious 5 o’clock shadow that I just wanted to run my fingertips along. Judging by the grease smears and sweat stains on his clothes, he was in need of a shower. I definitely had one of those he could borrow.

“I’m Leigh…” I offered, nearly side-swiped by my nosy dog as he dashed between us, sniffing around the man, “…and that there’s Oliver. Don’t worry, he's just a big ol' mush. Couldn't hurt a fly.” I gestured toward the farm. “We live right up the road. You might could use our phone, Mr. Trask.”

 

[saedo]

I thanked Leigh for her offer and followed her back to the house. I explained how I was a consultant out of Charlotte taking the scenic route home, hence my presence in the middle of farm country. She told me a bit about her family, who had lived in the area for generations.

I was pleased to discover that Leigh was a recent graduate from high school. Her clear skin and the faintest dusting of freckles across her nose made her seem treacherously young for me to appreciating her luscious curves. Granted, her being of voting age still meant I'd been out of school nearly as long as she'd been alive, so apparently I was no longer as young as I used to be.

Still, I knew I'd have to watch myself around her. It'd been nearly a week since I was home and a couple days beyond that since I was last with my fiancée. My libido had been aching for relief for quite some time, so this scantily-clad Southern belle just made me want to stare. The amount of willpower I expended to keep myself from ogling her denim-clad ass as she led me up into the house was worthy of a medal.

Unfortunately, my situation would not be an easy fix. The local mechanic, Vic (short for Victoria, I'd discover), mostly dealt with pickups and combines, but said she could fix my car. However, she'd need to get a part from Augusta, so I was looking at at least a couple days delay.

I told her to put in the order, then explained my situation to Leigh. "Looks like I'm stranded for a bit. Can you recommend a place to stay in the area? Bed and breakfast? Hotel?"

 

[EroticLily]

When the handsome stranger accepted my offer, excitement gushed through my body like a flood from a burst dam. I nearly grabbed Mr. Trask’s hand to lead him along, but I remembered my manners and stuffed them into my jeans pockets instead. I knew that Daddy wouldn’t approve of me entertaining a man without a chaperone present, but he wasn’t around to tell me “no”. So I was going to relish my freedom, however temporary.

I whistled for Oliver to follow us back to the farm and he trailed us along the length of the fence, sniffing around until he settled on a spot to do his business. I didn’t pay him any mind since I was too busy listening to Mr. Trask’s story. I wasn’t sure what a consultant like him did, but it sounded important enough. He probably wore lots of designer suits and had a fancy credit card. I couldn’t help but stare at the subtle flexing of his jaw muscles as he placed his call to Vic. It seemed his misfortune had become my good fortune. I tried my best not to look too excited when he told me that he’d be stuck awhile, though internally was buzzing like a honeybee.

“Well… you see… there ain’t a place like that for miles. On foot, you wouldn’t make it before dark and I’d feel personally responsible if somethin’ happened to a fine man like you out there.” I touched his arm, just beneath his elbow then and offered a gentle smile.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? I was just about to start on supper.” My soft brown eyes widened as I squeezed Mr. Trask’s toned arm through his greasy shirt sleeve. “You can have my famous sticky buns for dessert. They’ll melt right in your mouth. Hot and sweet. You’ll be lickin’ your fingers for days… promise.” I batted my lashes at him, grinning and swaying my shoulders. “Whaddya say?”

 

[saedo]

I felt a tingle of concern from my subconscious at Leigh's words. The way she talked about sticky buns seemed . . . salacious. Was she perhaps suggesting more than mere dessert?

I mentally waved off the idea. That soft southern drawl of hers gave her words an inherent sultriness. Besides, my libido always got a little antsy if it wasn't exercised regularly and I'd been away from home for almost a week; I just had sex on the brain, so I was seeing innuendo in the most innocent of sources.

Besides, I could hardly refuse such a kind offer. Sleeping in my car would be uncomfortable; my convertible didn't have a backseat. I didn't expect Vic had a spare room at the garage. Sleeping in an actual house seemed a far better option than spending the night beneath a peach tree in one of the local orchards.

"Okay, I will," I replied. "Thank you so much for your hospitality. I am truly grateful. I'll just get my stuff from the car."

I returned to the convertible just a few minutes before Vic arrived in a tow truck. She was a few years younger than me and surprisingly attractive for a woman clad in a blue jumpsuit streaked with grease. I filled out some paperwork as she hitched up the vehicle. When I told her where I'd be staying, she promised to call me at Leigh's house with any updates.

Oliver greeted me at the porch as I carried my bags inside. Leigh stepped out of the kitchen, her torso's magnificent curves now somewhat concealed by a white apron. Judging from the smells wafting from that direction, her cooking was in full swing.

"Smells great," I declared. "I should probably clean up change of clothes," I continued, noting the mess I'd made of myself fumbling with the car's engine. "Do you have a shower I could use?"

 

[EroticLily]

A homemade meal and a big ol’ pout were usually all it took for me to get what I wanted with my father. But I figured I’d need to think of a good reason for him to let Mr. Trask stay the night. After all, he’d probably offer to drive the man to the nearest lodging after dinner since his truck worked just fine. I didn’t want my houseguest to leave yet, not when I was still so curious about him. “Oh, I’m happy to have you here. I get to practice my hospitality and all,” I insisted, biting the inside of my cheek to contain my enthusiasm.

When Jacob stepped out of the house to get his things, I busied myself in the kitchen. I was a on a mission to impress. Meat and potatoes baked on the bottom rack of the oven and a tray of buttery biscuits began to set on the top rack. I’d started whipping up a fresh batch of icing for the sticky buns when I heard the familiar creak of the porch signaling the attractive consultant’s return. I stuffed the mixing bowl into the fridge for the time being, then tousled by hair before I poked my head out of the kitchen doorway.

“Wait ‘til you taste.” I grinned, satisfied that I had a few minutes to spare before I had to remove the biscuits. When Jacob inquired about a place to clean up, my mind wandered to what he might look like in the nude. My cheeks warmed a bit, so I fanned myself to pretend like the heat from the kitchen was getting to me.

“Oh. Well, the tub’s out of order at the moment.” Daddy was supposed to get a new tub delivered any day now. I was kind of glad it hadn’t come yet, now that Mr. Trask had shown up. “But I’ll show you to the shower we’ve been usin’ in the meanwhile. He built it hisself.” I remarked proudly, leading Jacob to the outdoor shower around the back of the house. The walls were high enough to be private from outside, but if I peeked down from the hallway window, I could probably catch an eyeful without him noticing me. “I’ll bring a towel in a minute." I bit my lip, hesitating to leave him. "Is … this okay? I know it’s probably strange... but it's real relaxin' if you give it a chance.”

 

[saedo]

I cast a dubious glance at the shower. It was actually a fairly well-constructed affair. A concrete platform with a drain in the center served as the floor. The walls were made of pressure-treated wood that started around shin height and reached a few inches higher than my head. Some PVC pipe ran along one wall, terminating in a shower head. The lack of a roof left me feeling a little exposed, but you'd need electric lights if the sunlight was blocked. The walls also included a separate area next to the shower that served as a changing area. Someone had put some time into building this.

"I suppose if you're so dirty that you can't even go into the house, this makes a lot of sense," I observed. "Definitely better than hosing yourself off in the backyard. This will do just fine."

I stepped into the changing area and let the door - a makeshift creation held shut by a spring - close behind me. I didn't see much point in waiting for Leigh to get me a towel. An opaque green shower curtain stretched across the entrance to the shower area, so she could drop the towel off while I bathed. I took off my clothes and stacked them on a wooden bench in the changing area. I felt a little self conscious for a moment being entirely naked under the open sky, but it was a little thrilling all the same.

Besides, I didn't have too much to be self-conscious about. I kept in pretty good shape, so I weighed within 10 pounds of what I had in college. I wasn't going to win any bodybuilding titles, but I could flex a pretty decent bicep if need be.

Of course, no one seeing me naked ever paid much attention to my arms. My true standout feature was dangling between my thighs. The charitable way to describe me was "well endowed", but experience suggested "over endowed" was more accurate; even women who said they liked them big tended to find my size too much to handle. Fortunately my fiancée could, provided I took things slow.

Thoughts of her reminded me how long it'd been since I'd gotten laid. My balls felted like fresh oranges: full to bursting with juice and heavy in the hand. I turned the faucet on the shower as I longed for a bit of relief.

"Ah-ahhhh!" I gasped as the water hit me. The temperature felt very cold against my skin and I sucked in a lung full of air as I adjusted. I was immediately glad that the temperature outside was so sweltering; a cold shower like this would be teeth chattering in autumn. On the plus side, it did chase away any concerns about my libido. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed a bar of soap from a little shelf of cleaning products and began to lather up.

 

[EroticLily]

I fiddled with the tiny knot in my shirt as I awaited Jacob’s response to the shower accommodation. I hoped the idea of bathing outdoors wouldn’t scare him off. It wasn’t the least bit unusual for me or my kin, but sometimes people who didn’t live on a homestead had different ideas on what was normal than we did. I stood by, rocking back on my heels in anticipation as he inspected the spacious stall. A soft smile parted my lips at his observation and I felt relief that he seemed agreeable. “Heaps better,” I chimed in, laughing softly over the thought of having to hose myself off after cleaning out the chicken coops. “I showered out here just this mornin’ anyhow and I turned out alright. Fresh country air… the bright sun above. I think you’ll learn to like it.”

With that little kernel of wisdom, I took my leave of Jacob and scurried back into the house to check on supper. I fetched the biscuits from the oven— soft, plump, a beautiful shade of golden brown and slightly crisp around the edges—and set them out on the counter to cool. I put some kibble in Oliver’s bowl and gave him a tender scratch behind the ears on my way to the stairs. I was itching to catch a glimpse of Mr. Trask in the shower. I figured it wouldn’t do any harm if I was quick and quiet about it.

I pressed my face to the window once I reached the little lookout spot in the hall. There. In all his naked glory. I held my breath, stressing the dark bits of thread holding the buttons on my checkered blouse closed as I peered down even though there was no way I’d be heard from outside. I drank in the fine sight of his physique with a shameless grin on my lips as he soaped up his hands. Lifting my own hand quietly, I touched the back of my neck. It was hot. There was a similar heat blooming between my sun-kissed legs, spreading the longer I watched Jacob in the shower. As Mr. Trask’s hand crept below his waist, I marveled at his impressive manhood. I craned my neck and squinted, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me. He couldn’t be that big.

“Oh,” I exhaled, reluctantly peeling myself from the window when I remembered my promise to bring the man a towel. I grabbed a soft brown towel from the closet by the bathroom and made haste downstairs to the back door. My heart skipped a beat or two as I approached the shower, desperately longing to see Jacob’s nakedness up-close. I intended to sling the towel over the edge of the stall frame and leave him be, but when I got close to the green curtain my hand moved of its own accord to peel the thick vinyl back some. Stray beads of water from the shower head dotted my face and the front of my shirt as I stood there gawking at Jacob's backside. If curiosity really did kill the cat, I was probably in for some trouble.

 

[saedo]

I had to scrub a bit to get all the grime off me. By the time I managed to get myself clean, I was pretty chilly. I shut off the tap and slicked the water out of my hair.

I turned around and froze. I wasn't alone. A familiar pair of eyes peeked past the edge of the shower curtain. They met mine briefly, then flicked down south.

I reached down swiftly to shield my nakedness. Of course, even with the shrinkage from the chill of the water, I had way more too many inches to easily conceal with my hands. I spun around instead.

"Uh, hey, a little privacy?" I suggested, glancing back over my shoulder.

 

[EroticLily]

It seemed that I’d picked the wrong moment to become a peeping tom. Jacob had just shut off the water to finished showering as he caught me getting an eyeful of his endowment. (And my how blessed this man had been!) My cheeks went red like a ripe tomato and for a moment I forgot how to form words. Any kind of words, but especially the apologetic kind which I was certain he was owed.

“Uh… I… Mmh!” I stammered, wild eyes darting back up to Jacob’s handsome but clearly uncomfortable face. I pried the towel from my flushed fingers and hurled it over the top of the shower wall at him, then I ran off back to the house to die of embarrassment. Mortified by my lack of self-restraint, I put myself to work in the kitchen determined not to lock eyes with my guest again. I scrubbed the kitchen table and checked on the roast and hoped he wouldn't be angry when he came back inside.

 

[saedo]

The one eye peeking at me through the gap blinked at me, then I heard Leigh stammer a few syllables before scampering away. The wooden outer door of the shower banged shut a moment later. It all happened so fast that it was almost as if it never happened.

I cautiously crept out past the curtain to verify I was alone. Assured the coast was clear, I took the towel she'd left behind and began to dry off. Now I had to decide what to do.

I'd initially been a bit shocked and offended by her actions. It was rude to spy on someone taking a shower. But putting myself in her shoes, I couldn't exactly say that I would never have done something like that. After all, she was still just a teenager.

I smirked as I thought back to my own adolescence. I bet I'd spent half my waking hours thinking about girls. With such a powerful focus, I'd done some things that were in retrospect pretty damn foolish. If I assumed Leigh to be suffering from the female equivalent, could I fault her much? Had I been presented with the other similar opportunity to peek at a woman taking a shower, I'd have been sorely tempted?

If I granted her behavior was excusable, the next question was whether I should say anything about it. As I put on fresh jeans and a clean shirt, I wondered if I might have scared her; my own experience from high school was that teenage girls found my size frightening. Of course, I'd been clueless about girls back then, so my experience was also rather limited. Moreover, Leigh had only seen my flaccid penis; sure, it was still big, but how intimidating could it be just dangling there?

I decided that I'd keep my mouth shut for now. If I'd been in her shoes, the last thing I would have wanted was for some adult to come talk with me about it. It'd be like one of those cloying "very special episodes" from the sitcoms of my youth. Bleh. No, better to just to move on rather than dwell on it.

When I entered the house, I found her in the kitchen. I paused a moment to admire her from behind. (If she could look at me in the shower, pausing to appreciate how well her ass filled out those denim shorts seemed really fair.) I then announced, "You were right, Leigh: showering outside was quite invigorating."

I continued into the kitchen to see what she was working on. "That smells absolutely incredible. What are we having?"

 

[EroticLily]

Thankfully, Jacob stayed out back long enough for me to compose myself. I freshened the pitcher of tea I’d made earlier with ice cubes from the freeze box, then I filled the dog’s dish with a few cubes too. The soft plinks of the cubes hitting the bottom of the steel bowl must’ve summoned Oliver from the other room because his thick tail thwacked me on the back of the legs as he passed to get a drink. The kitchen was a bit stuffy from the heat of the oven; I could feel the back of my neck warm beneath the fabric of my apron. I made up my mind almost instantly that I could blame the color staining my cheeks on my cooking and not on the glorious sight of Mr. Trask’s naked body.

I realized that I wasn’t alone in the house once I heard the storm door bang closed. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and glanced back over my shoulder when Jacob spoke. “Oh. I’m sure glad you enjoyed it,” I said, offering a shy smile, still uncertain if he was upset that I’d spied on him in the shower.

The flush on my neck crept up toward my scalp as he paced closer to me and I found myself reaching for my hair to pull it up into a ponytail. “Pot roast … stewed potatoes and carrots… ” I replied, turning around to face my guest without looking him in the eyes. “Biscuits… and well, the sticky buns, of course. Couldn’t let you leave without tastin’ those.” I figured if he was mad about my peeping, the deliciousness of my sticky buns would fix it. I wiped my palms along the sides of my apron and huffed, briefly peeking up into Jacob’s eyes. “You musta worked up an appetite. If you take a seat, I’ll make sure you're taken care of.”

 

[saedo]

“You musta worked up an appetite. If you take a seat, I’ll make sure you're taken care of.”

My oversexed mind immediately leapt on a libidinous interpretation of her words. I definitely hand something in my pants I would like her to "take care of" when she finished.

I chided myself for the notion. Although technically an adult, the girl was uncomfortably close to half my age. Even if she was of age, my interest in her still felt inappropriate.

Still, I felt I was owed a little leeway given the absolute insanity that was her body. Even an apron draped over her did little to conceal her curves. I sat down to force my attention away. At least here, the heavy oak of the table would provide cover if my restraint should waver.

Leigh began setting the food on the table. On each trip, Oliver tailed her carefully. He clearly had been taught not to beg, but he remained ever vigilant for an errant drip or crumb that might hit the floor.

"This looks like quite the feast, Leigh," I praised. "I hope you didn't do all this for me. You have been so generous to me already."

 

[EroticLily]

I smiled when Jacob pulled out a chair and made himself comfortable at the table. It didn’t seem like he was upset with me anymore, so I could let out a little sigh of relief. If he wasn’t going to mention what happened, I definitely wasn’t going to embarrass myself all over again. As I brought the dishes I’d prepared to the table, I pursed my lips and chirped a little song. Everything was right as rain. I moved with ease between counter and table even with Oliver sniffing at my heels. Once I was certain I’d turned off the oven correctly, I pulled the knot on the back of my apron free and hung the apron up by the door. I took a deep breath as I surveyed the spread, unaware that the middle button on my blouse had loosed from its hole granting a keyhole view to my breast each time I inhaled.

I tip-toed to reach a clean glass in the cabinet above the sink. Grinning as Jacob commented on the meal, I poured a generous helping of iced tea into the glass I’d fetched for him. “Oh, I’ve been playin’ homemaker since momma’s been gone. She’s visitin’ her sister for a few days… ” I informed my guest cheerfully, licking a splash of sweetness from the back of my thumb as I turned to serve Jacob his drink. “Pot roast’s my daddy’s favorite so I figured it’d be a nice surprise tonight. He should be comin’ home soon.” When I brought his glass to the table, I leaned across him to set it down. Oliver’s ears pricked up just as soon as I finished and he padded to the door to howl and scratch at the paneling. “Oh!” My eyes grew wide and I hustled to the counter to set a second plate. “That must be him now.” In a flash, there was a second full dish on the table. I poured another glass of tea as the familiar shutting of the old Chevy door sounded from the driveway. I stood by the table once everything was placed, nervously fingering the knot in my gingham shirt. I just hoped daddy’d be in a hospitable mood and let Jacob spend the night.

 

[saedo]

The mention of "Daddy" got my attention. Wrapped up in my thoughts about Leigh's juicy curves, I'd forgotten that she didn't live here alone. The fact that she lived with her parents only reinforced the age difference.

I stood up from the table. Best to meet a man on my feet with a smile on my face.

The smile part wobbled as the front door opened. A hefty figure blocked the entrance before stepping inside. A ball cap with the University of Georgia logo perched atop his head, the colors long faded. The iron gray hair and the lines in his face put him close to 50. He had a few inches on me in height and at least a few more in width. The round bulge overlapping his belt suggested he was not a Pilates practitioner, but the thick shoulders and arms beneath his shirt indicated physical labor was part of his routine.

His first greeting was to Oliver, who stood just inside the door wagging his tail. The man reached down to scratch the dog's head for a few seconds.

"Whew, Junebug, it's a hot one out there today," he huffed as his eyes rose towards his daughter. He paused as he spotted me. His eyes narrowed.

Getting the sense that this was a first impression potentially going wrong, I stepped forward. "How do you do, sir?" I began, holding forth my right hand and a broad smile. "My name is Jacob Trask. My car broke down near your property and your daughter here very generously let me use your phone to call a mechanic. She then insisted that I stay for supper. I must say, I am deeply appreciative of the hospitality I've been shown by your family."

 

[EroticLily]

I kept my eyes on daddy from the moment he opened the door. I figured if I did my best to seem perfectly innocent, as if I barely even noticed how attractive Jacob was, daddy wouldn’t ever find out how improper I’d been by peeping on him in the shower. There was no way he’d let the other man stay if he suspected any ‘funny business’. So, I wouldn’t let him suspect a thing. I clasped my hands behind my back and waited patiently for daddy and Oliver to greet one another. It always made me smile to see the pair of them together. Momma and I always joked that Oliver was the hairy son my folks never had. I grinned my biggest grin when daddy spoke to me. “Oh, I know it. I went out just to walk Oliver and I nearly melted on the spot.” A nervous laugh shook loose from my lips when daddy’s gaze fixed upon Mr. Trask.

I could only look on and hope that daddy would be nice. When Jacob mentioned that I’d invited him for dinner, I nodded dutifully and took daddy’s free arm to lead him toward the table. “I cooked your favorite…and I made fresh tea… and sticky buns… there was just so much extra I figured it’d be good manners to share.” I tugged on daddy’s burly arm and pushed my lips into a sweet pout. “You and momma always taught me to be neighborly. It’s alright if Mr. Trask eats with us, right? Ollie likes him,” I pointed out, roping my canine friend into my machinations, “and y’know Ollie’s the best judge of character there is.”

 

[saedo]

The hand that enfolded mine was thick with calluses. My long, tapered fingers seemed at odds with the sausage-like fingers of Leigh's father.

"Jethro," his voice rumbled. "Welcome to my home." His gaze didn't match the friendliness of his words, but he didn't appear hostile. I got the distinct sense of a dog warily eyeing a stranger in its yard, trying to decide if it was friend or foe.

"Sorry to hear about your car," Jethro continued after a glacial pause. "But these things happen." He released his grip on my hand and nodded towards the kitchen. "C'mon, have a bite to eat with us. Leigh is nearly as good a cook as her mother, so you won't find a better meal in a hundred miles."

The tension of the first meeting over, I followed them to the table.

 

[EroticLily]

I held my breath as the two men shook hands, eyes nervously flitting between the pair. Five seconds felt like 5 minutes, waiting for my father to say something more. It seemed I would get my way once daddy officially welcomed Jacob and re-extended the invitation to have dinner. I exhaled and my shoulders dipped with relief, offering a gentle smile as daddy complimented my culinary skill. Sweeping my wavy hair over my shoulder as I turned to head back to the table, I could feel the heat blossoming across my cheeks again. Since both men had been served already, I collected my own plate then took a seat opposite my father. “How was it in town today, daddy?” I asked, hoping to break the ice further. Every so often my gaze drifted toward our handsome houseguest, but I did my best to keep from tugging at my lip. Instead, I pressed my knees together and shifted in my seat, lifting my fork and stabbing it into a steamed chunk of potato.

 

[saedo]

Jethro settled into his chair with a grunt. Leigh gestured for me to take a seat near hers, so I sat down. I was soon served a generous helping of meat and potatoes.

"How was it in town today, daddy?”

Despite his taciturn demeanor, "Daddy" proved rather talkative. He went on for considerable length about a cast of characters who were entire strangers to me, but apparently quite familiar to Leigh. For all the stereotypes about small town life being dull, it was quite the active social and political scene here.

As just a fly on the wall, I kept quiet as I ate and observed. Of course, most of my observations were inextricably drawn to Leigh. While Jethro seemed not to notice the pulchritudinous flesh seemingly on the verge of bursting forth from her gingham top, I found it difficult to focus on little else.

 

[EroticLily]

I listened closely as daddy spoke, twisting my body toward him even to show that I was paying attention. I smiled and laughed when I should, politely asked questions about the towns’ folk and stuffed carrots into my mouth whenever I felt my eyes gravitating to Jacob. I wasn’t all that hungry, but I was scared out of my wits to say something foolish in front of my father. Better to have a tummy ache later than shove my whole foot in my mouth now. Lifting my napkin to clean off my mouth, I glanced beneath the table for Oliver. The Border Collie lie down beside daddy’s chair blinking up at me, lightly thumping his tail. Traitor, I thought. He’d probably tattle on me, if he could.

After what felt like 10 minutes of me and daddy monopolizing the conversation, I turned to Jacob with a sweet smile on my lips. “Is everythin’ alright with your meal, Mr. Trask?”

 

[saedo]

Leigh and Jethro chatted away with clear familiarity. It was somewhat comforting, I suppose. This father and daughter had a very solid relationship.

I found it increasingly curious that Jethro showed not the slightest hint of disapproval of the amount of cleavage Leigh had on display. What I found shocking was apparently too commonplace to warrant notion. I wondered if Leigh's attributes were themselves so typical. I'd never inquired about or even bothered to look for photos of her other family members. Perhaps overflowing décolletage was a familiar feature among the womenfolk here.

A part of me still dreamt of seeing more of Leigh. It was a dangerous thought to entertain at the dinner table with her father sitting almost within arm's reach. But my underutilized libido was too enthused by her beauty to be entirely contained.

“Is everythin’ alright with your meal, Mr. Trask?” Leigh's hand closed the short distance between us, her pinky lightly brushing my wrist as she spoke.

"Yes, indeed," I declared. I glanced across the table at her father. "Your daughter truly is an excellent cook, Jethro."

The man merely nodded as he chewed. Apparently his conversational rapport with his daughter did not extend to strangers.

With the food on the table now considerably diminished and the meal approaching its inevitable end, I felt obligated to offer more than praise in return. "Would you like some help cleaning up?" I offered to Leigh.

Jethro's large shoulders lifted in a shrug. "If you aren't afraid of a little labor, Trask, then I've a chore in the barn that needs doing."

I immediately suspected what the hard working farmer considered "labor" might not be so "little". Still, how could I now show reluctance? "Sure, I'm glad to help," I declared.

 

[EroticLily]

It wasn’t unusual for daddy and me to get carried away in conversation like we were doing, but I was making extra sure that he didn’t suspect how badly I wanted to spend dinner talking to our guest instead. I did manage to sneak a peek at Mr. Trask now and then to make sure he enjoyed the food I’d prepared. I was almost holding my breath as I waited for him to judge dinner. I smiled politely, even though it would crush me if he left the tiniest crumb on his plate.

“Oh, good.” I happily exhaled with a heavy shrug of my shoulders. I’d just reached for my glass of tea when Jacob offered to help me tidy up the dishes. I laughed a little, thinking he was kidding. Daddy had always considered kitchen chores to be a woman’s task. It didn’t take but 2 seconds for daddy to offer Jacob “real work” anyway. I couldn't help but protest.

“Oh daddy, please. I won’t let you take Mr. Trask yet—not ‘til he’s tasted my sticky buns.” I rose from my seat and roped my arms around my father’s shoulders, hugging him from behind and resting my chin on his shoulder. I pecked his cheek lovingly. “Why don’t you wash up and I’ll send Mr. Trask out to the barn after he’s had dessert. Then he’s all yours, alright?”

 

[saedo]

Jethro frowned slightly. "If I'm going to wash up, I'm going to soak. My back is sore."

He grimaced slightly as he stood up. "I'm going to go up. Leigh, I want to unload the fertilizer off the back of the truck. You can show our guest where to put it in the barn." The farmer turned and walked away. Soon we heard his heavy boots on the stairs.

I turned to Leigh. "Guess I have my instructions. How about we leave the sticky buns till after the barn? A little reward for my labors?"

 

[EroticLily]

“Don’t worry, daddy. You just go rest.”

I nodded softly, unwrapping my arms from around my father’s shoulders when he announced his plans to take a bath. I knew he’d be occupied for quite a bit, but I hid my pleasure with a modest smile as he excused himself from our company. Oliver dutifully got up from his post and padded across the kitchen floor to follow after my daddy as I expected he would. As the stairs creaked beneath my father’s worn boots, I realized that Mr. Trask and I were finally alone again. I clasped my hands behind my back, turning to Jacob with a big grin on my lips. “Well, alright. If that’s what you want.”

I shrugged my shoulders and turned on my heel, happily leading the way to the storm door. Moving bags of fertilizer wasn’t a glamorous job by any means, but at least it gave Jacob a reason to stay on the farm past nightfall. Surely, daddy couldn’t send him off to a motel in the pitch black, not after he’d worked so hard to get the truck unloaded. He was stern, but he wasn’t mean-spirited.

“It’s real nice of you to help out like this, Mr. Trask.” When we reached the truck, I unlocked the tailgate and glanced back at Jacob. “Daddy’s a proud man, he doesn’t like askin’ for help with anythin’ but we could sure use an extra pair of hands now and again.”

 

[saedo]

I followed Leigh out of the house to a truck in the yard. I took advantage of my position to stare again at her delicious backside. I recognized I was foolish to entertain such naughty thoughts about a barely legal girl, but it was so hard to resist.

"Daddy’s a proud man, he doesn’t like askin’ for help with anythin’ but we could sure use an extra pair of hands now and again.”

"Oh sure," I said, still staring at her ass. "I'm glad to help out. You have been so kind to me."

I soon had cause to slightly regret my words. Leigh let down the tailgate on the truck revealing a large pile of fertilizer bags. I looked at the label and grimaced: 50 pounds each. This little chore wasn't so little.

Forcing a smile onto my face, I grabbed one off the top and dragged it onto the tailgate. I grunted loudly as I hefted it to my shoulder. "Okay, show me where to put this."