The Farmers Daughter

[The Preacher]

OOC : I don't have much time at the moment, but I was hoping to get a roleplay involving (surprise surprise) a farmers daughter. Basically, I get lost in the countryside, etc, etc. We could also have a father if anyone is interested, overprotective, especially from a black man. The daughter would be I guess the stereotype, big breasted, creamy skin, etc, anyone interested? Post here or PM me if so. Thanks,

 

[The Preacher]

Anyone?

 

[chanaud]

I would like to join you, Preacher, that is if you'll have me. <wink>

 

[The Preacher]

Excellent,

IC : Where the fuck was I? I was told not to try and do this cross country tour by myself, reading maps was never my strong suit. I was confident I was in Kansas somewhere, but that was more or less where it ended. I pulled the car out for the curb and looked for a hotel, maybe some semblance of civilisation.

I'd been driving for hours, the green numbers on the dash signaled 1122pm, and I wasn't prepared to keep going, so I pulled into a long, country, dusty, driveway, near both a barn and small house. I got out, walked across to the door and knocked, feeling guilty for waking these people.

That was soon replaced by different feelings when the door opened...

 

[chanaud]

I sat quietly by the dim nightlight, deeply engrossed in my book, The Cuban’s Passion when I heard the soft knock on the wooden door between my father’s loud snores. Startled, my book fell loudly on the hardwood floor beside me as my heart leapt to my throat. My panicked eyes stared at the door, and prayed silently to will the guest away. A slight shuffle on the front porch indicated he was still there.

There was silence from the thin wall and then a grunt. A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips when I heard the uniformed snores again. I picked up the book and set it on the couch before I tiptoed my way to the door. We didn’t have a peephole, so I called out in a loud whisper.

“Who is it?”

 

[earnestlover]

the farmboy

I am the local farmboy..tough kid..workin in the barnhouse and really cute but very shy...I have a huge crush on this farmergirl and I used to wank every nite by the stable...now..i saw the new man come knockin on the door..I could see this guy as I was lyin by the tree with a straw in my mouth catchin a nap with my chest exposed and my jeans tight on my legs

 

[The Preacher]

"Who is it?"

I heard a feminine voice whisper through the door. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, either what to say, or what volume to say it. I put my face to the crack in the door, I couldn't see anything, but began to whisper.

"Hello, my name is John Weaver, I'm trying to get to Kansas City, and I've gotten myself lost. I was wondering if I could stay the night."

Silence.

"I'm sorry to intrude, I'll be on my way. Sorry once again."

I began to leave the house, wondering what I'd be doing for a bed.

 

[earnestlover]

I was watching this guy knock up on the door and prepare to leave..I hadnt seen an out of towner for a long time..not since many years..I wanted to tell him to hold on..but the day was so hot and I was tired..I went back to dozing

 

[The Preacher]

As I walked back to my car, I had a second thought. It was 11pm, I had no idea where I was, where was I gonna stay if not here? I rushed back up the stairs and knocked more violently.

"Look, I'm sorry to disrupt you once more, but I really need a room, I can pay you, do you need work done? What?"

I began to plead, my face close to the door.

 

[earnestlover]

hmmm

I wondered why she could be taking so long to respond to the door !

 

[chanaud]

I willed the knocker to leave. The last thing I needed was father to wake up from his drunken sleep. But, the knock came again and louder. Father’s uniformed snores stopped. I closed my eyes. Please go back to sleep. Oh, pleeeeease. When his snores continued, a sigh of relief escaped my lips.

I opened the door slightly, and saw nothing but darkness. After blinking a few times, his outline became clearer. The man before me was tall. Very tall. I wondered what I should do. There isn’t anyone around for miles. The closest town was 35 miles away. Even then, there isn’t a hotel available for him.

The door opened wider. I guess he can sleep in my room if I sleep on the couch. We can use the extra money, I thought. And surely, father will be proud of me.

“Are you alone?”

 

[The Preacher]

As I saw the door open, I put my hands out.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

She seemed to ignore my words, as her eyes darted around nervously. Weighing up the idea clearly. I could only see her face, clear definition, ivory skin, thick, blood red lips, sun bleached wavy hair.

"Are you alone?"

She stuttered out.

"Yes, I am, could I come in at all?"

 

[chanaud]

His voice was soft, and desperate. My heart lurched out for him. He certainly sound sincere.

My hands automatically combed down my wavy, blonde locks, and opened the door wide.

"Yes, you may. But, please be quiet. My father worked hard all day, and needs his rest."

When he came to full view, I had to gasp. The man before me was handsome. He had a milk chocolate skin tone, wide set eyes, and full lips. Kissable lips. I felt myself blush with these thoughts. Oh, dear god, I hope he's not aware of what I'm thinking.

"Please, come in."

His smile broke out in relief. My heart lurched out to him.

"Are you hungry?"

 

[The Preacher]

I laughed nervously, in apprieciation for her gesture. She was gorgeous, her figure now came into view. Hourglass, wearing a simple country dress, I gave her a quick glance up and down, she was definately a full bodied country girl, perfect figure, size ten, maybe a twelve. Stunning, absolutely stunning. I snapped back into consciousness quickly, as I heard her soft, southern accent.

"Are you hungry?"

I began to speak in my normal voice...

"Oh, I'm glad..."

Suddenly I checked myself, as an old man made arbitary grunts on the lounge chair. I put my finger to my lips.

"I'm so sorry" I began to whisper "Yes, I am, thank you."

I smiled broadly.

 

[chanaud]

A perfectly row of bright whites shone down on me. I responded back with a shy smile first, and then broadened when I realized he was friendly enough.

“Ssshhhh…”

I gestured for him to follow me to our rustic kitchen. I held the door open. As soon as he stepped in, I peeked at my father, and was reassured by the rhythm of his snores, so I closed the door ever so softly.

In the kitchen, I spoke softly but louder. I pulled out the chair that was reserved for the man of the house.

“I hope you like fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn soufflé. Oh, I might have some leftover okra, if you like it. By the way, my name is MaryJane. What might yours be?”

In between pulling out plastic containers filled with leftovers, I snuck a glance at our handsome guest. Wonderment filled me. Why was he gaping at me? Then I knew. I felt them without having to glance down. My nipples were sharpening against the thin cotton material due to the cool air from the icebox.

 

[The Preacher]

Her accent was melodic and the talk of food was music to my ears. I sat in the chair, my eyes floating around the room. Eventually, perhaps, inevidably, they settled on her large chest. She obviously had no need for a bra, and her nipples were clearly visable, poking through at me. I tried to look away, but my eyes flickered towards her dress time and time again.

I noticed she began to stare at me, and I looked away in shame.

"Uh, I'm John, it's a pleasure to meet you Mary Jane."

I looked back into her eyes and stuck my large hand out at her.

"Home made fried chicken? I haven't had that since I was a boy" I laughed, relaxing slightly, praying that the nipple event was in the past, and she wouldn't throw me out.

 

[The Preacher]

BUMP