The Widow's Vision's Of Lust!

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Arthur B. Young
AGE:-18
RACE:-Caucasian
MILITARY:-none
HEIGHT:-5' 11"
WEIGHT:-195 lbs.
HAIR:-Light brown
EYES:-A piercing blue/gray
Occupation-Odd jobs
Status-Just graduated h/s
Trying to earn enough money for college tuition
Mother-Rene- had never been married
She lived in the bars, and brought men home
IC:
Art was sitting at the counter as usual, at 6:00 a.m., in the Crosses Creek Cafe. A small rural cafe in Madison County Arkansas, he was more than welcome each morning when Sherry opened up. While waiting for the first pot of coffee to brew,as usual, he skimmed the help wanted ads in the local Nickle paper. Looking for anything that would add a few more dollars to his growing fund, he skipped the old ads that run every week, to look at the new ones. The old ads were the same, week after week, the wordings were different, but they all said the same thing. "WANTED~ young energetic person willing to work for slave wages~ Must know how to kiss bosses ass, and take orders from an idiot!" He spied a new ad he had not seen before. "WANTED~ Young man to live in, Room and Board supplied~Wages $150.00 per week~Take care of commercial chicken houses and chores around the house. Apply in person at Stillman's Farm,Rural Rte.#3, Patrick, Ar. between 8-4 daily."

Sherry placed a cup of coffee in front of me, noticing I was engrossed with something interesting in the paper said, "Whatcha find Art, a ticket outta here to the big city?" Smiling up at her, I folded the paper in half, laid it on the stool next to me, and told her, "Oh yeah Sherry, a luxury ticket for two, you and me, only problem is the plane took off yesterday." She laughed at the quip and returned to setting up for the breakfast run. "Hey Sherry, isn't the Stillman farm where that ol boy had a heart attack last year?" "Yeah, it sure is Art, why, did someone else have a heart attack down there?" No, it's just that the new owners have put an ad in for help on the farm, and I thought I might run down there and see what the deal is. The pay would just about be enough for tuition, and even have a few dollars left over, by not having any living expenses. "Great Art,...well here's your bacon and eggs with wheat toast,...ENJOY."

I would set the chairs down, sweep off the front porch, and pour coffee for an hour or so to pay for my meal. Sherry really didn't need me to do it, she just wanted to help me out, but I just couldn't take a handout without doing something for her in return. The breakfast run being light, I finished up a few little chores, and told Sherry I would stop back by to let her know how the job interview went. "Ok Hon, be careful and,... GOOD LUCK!" I had finished paying off the '92 Dodge van last year, and it was in tip top mechanical shape. Looking at my watch, it read 7:30, I would be a few minutes early, but I reasoned,...Better to be early than late!

 

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A pic of Art

 

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A pic of the Widow Stillman

 

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Lee H. Stillman
AGE:-31
RACE:-Caucasian
HEIGHT:-5' 3"
WEIGHT:-125 lbs
HAIR:-Blond
EYES:-Green with a hint of Grey
Occupation-Farmer
Status-Widowed wife of Joshua P. Stillman
Owner of the Stillman Farm
Parents- Rusty & Emma Miller, married 40 years
Older brother Brian 38


Lee stood looking out the window above the sink in the kitchen of her farmhouse. She could see the rows of barns, lined up so neatly. The tea cup, her only breakfast, sat beside her hand on the counter, slowly getting cold. She had started the day early, as every other day. A load of wash was hanging on the line. She could hear the clothes snap as the wind blew across the yard. She felt a soft caress on her calf, below the hemline of her dress. Looking down, she smiled at the big orange and white barn cat as he wound his way around her legs.

"Hey Tom. How did you sneak in here?" she remarked as she reached down to pick up the old cat. She held him to her chest, rubbing her hand over the soft fur on his head. She sighed, once again looking out the window. "How are we going to do this Tom?"

The cat squirmed and she set him down, walking to the fridge for some milk for him. "More bills than I can handle anymore. Those damn bankers keep hounding me. How are we going to make it this year? I can barely keep up with all the work as it is." She set a bowl down on the floor for him. Another sigh escaped her lips as she stroked the cat's back. It was such a familiar sound to her that she never even noticed it anymore.

Sitting down at the small kitchen table, she thought of the ad she had placed. Her brother had told her that it was a foolish idea. How could she afford to pay for a hired hand when she couldn't even make her ends meet now. "I'll do it somehow, and without anyones help," was her answer. Strong willed and determined, she refused any help from her family. This farm was hers. She had earned it.

Her thoughts strayed to her husband, gone for a little over a year. He had died of a heart attack at 48, leaving her in debt for his dream. She didn't really miss him in the capacity a wife should miss her husband, because that part of their relationship was far from being anything near perfect, but she missed his ability to take care of things around the farm. His death had turned her life into nothing but long days of work, money problems and exhaustion.

She scrubbed a hand over her face, clearing her thoughts. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was only 7:30. With another heavy sigh, she got up and headed to the door, going out to hang the next load of wash onto the line and then work on some of the millions of little things that needed to be taken care of around the farm.

 

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Art

He could have arrived earlier, but he didn't want to irritate anyone
for being too early,so he relaxed and took his sweet time. He pulled off the blacktop, turning onto a dusty dirt road, heading north to the Stillman Farm. . The March winds had come and gone, and still no rain,he observed as he watched the dust lazily curl out behind him in his mirror. It was unusual to have dust fly up in this manner from a road at this hour of the morning, but the weather had been dry.

This part of the world depended largely on the economics provided by large POULTRY growers, and Art knew the Stillman farm was one of the biggest poultry growers in Madison County. He had driven up this way a few times before, and if his memory served him right, the Stillman Farm consisted of eight fairly new poultry houses. He wasn't experienced at growing chickens, but he knew well enough that it kept a family of four busy and tied to the place 24/7 with ONLY two chicken houses. Coming up to the fences bordering the Stillman Farm, Art slowed even further. One,two,three,..............Yep,...eight houses.

He wondered how many there were in the new family, and if they had any other hired hands. This was the largest grower in Madison County no doubt. Few people had the land or water resources to operate at this capacity, but the Stillman Farm was an exception to the rule. Art stopped just prior to making another turn into the long driveway leading to the main house. Setting the emergency brake, he rolled out of the van and viewed the countryside. Hmm, He thought,"Lush pasture, no cattle, a few dried up fields of last falls corn that lay wasting away, and bales of hay lay on the ground composting into mulch." Puzzled by the apparent negligence, he almost turned around and headed back to The Creek.

Though Art was a virgin, and truly had not much experience in the world, he listened a lot about what Momma's friends had counseled to him over the years. He remembered vividly John Hastings (a black man) telling him years ago," Son, ya gotta take care of your Momma, cuz if ya neglect her
that means ya don't care for her." Well, he had watched a lot of people and how they either cared for something, or they tended to neglect it, and old John had been right. Figuring he had come this far, he may as well visit the people anyway, matter of fact, he hadn't met anyone that worked on the farm. Glancing at his watch, it read 7:55, he climbed back behind the steering wheel, and drove on up to the farm house.

 

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Lee

Lee stepped out of the hatching barn, her eyes squinting against the morning sun. One of the incubators had gone on the fritz overnight. The farm lost thirty chicks to the lack of heating. She tilted her head up to the sun, closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. So many damn setbacks. "Why me?" she asked to the heavens, softly touching the small gold cross at her neck, wondering if old man Taylor at the Feed n Seed would extend her credit a little more so she could replace it. She let her hand drop to her side and opened her eyes to look around. Calculating this loss in her mind, she shook her head and headed back to the house.

The rest of the chores would have to wait. She had another batch of eggs needing incubation soon and she had no more room to put them without that incubator. She knew if she asked Charlie from the garage he would come and fix it, but he would charge her an arm and a leg in the process and would want "a little something extra" for his time. She didn't have that kind of money right now, nor did she have the patience to put up with the harrassment he would give her. She felt like every single man , and even some of the ones that were married, wanted her for the farm. A new incubator would not necessarily be cheaper but would be alot easier to get with alot less stress involved in the process.

She went in the back door of the house to grab her keys and her husband’s old cowboy hat off the hook by the door. Walking back outside, she slammed the door a little harder than she meant to. Hearing the window on the door rattle, she made a mental note to fix it before winter. Shaking her head at her foolishness, she walked over to her ‘89 Ford pickup. As she started to pull herself into the cab, she heard someone coming up the drive. She hung onto the door frame and leaned out to look down the dusty dirt driveway, holding the hat against a small gust of wind that stirs the hem of her sundress. She saw an unfamiliar van pulling up the drive, kicking up the dust behind it, and wondered who it might be.

 

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Art

Pulling into the dirt driveway, I saw a pretty, middle aged blonde woman holding her hat in place, and staring quizically at me as I parked, and shut down the motor. As was customary in these neck of the woods, I wouldn't get out until I received an invite from someone.

Flipping the door shut behind her, the blonde walked around the front and coming up to my window said, "Hi, is there something I can do for ya?" It didn't take a genius, to see her pert nipples pressing outward, and making a firm impression on the thin sundress she was wearing. My eyes had automatically locked on to the hard buds as she turned to face me.

Smiling, she said, "YOO HOOOOOOO!,...Hellooooooo!"
Embarrassed at being caught staring, my face turned a bright pink, and while reaching for the paper, stammered out,"Uh...Oh yes,...I..uh come about the help,...uh...wanted ad in the paper!" Is the boss around?

 

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Lee

I smiled as I leaned against the door of the van, resting my arms on the open window. I couldn't help it. His cheeks were a soft pink from blushing. He was a very cute kid and I found my nipples hardening at the thought of his stare.

I cleared my throat a little and tried to stop thinking about it, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks and other places. I looked him directly in his blue eyes and said, "I am the boss here."

His eyes widened & he stammered, "Oh...uh...sorry ma'am ....I...uh ....didn't mean any ....disrespect or anything."

My smile widened at how easy he became so flustered, and I replied, "No disrespect taken, young man."

I watched his eyes. There was a look of relief in them. They were soft eyes, honest looking. I thought how I could stare into those eyes for hours. I started to feel myself getting hotter, starting to get wet just looking into his eyes.

"Boy Lee" I thought "you are in bad shape if the sight of a young kids eyes gets you all hot and bothered. You definitely need help!"

I took a step back from the van and said, "Well, if you are here about the job, come on into the house. We'll discuss it there."

 

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Art

Falling out of the van wasn't hard at all,...I didn't even have to try,...it just came naturally!
Watching the lady turn and walk away,...I paid no attention to where I placed my foot as I bounded out of the seat, and stepped on a rounded stone about the size of a hardball.

Twisting my ankle, I went sliding down the edge of the door as I tried my best to keep upright. Holding the door with one hand, my body swung as if on a hinge,~WHUMPF~into the side of the van. "Darn", I said to myself, and struggled to stand up. My other arm flailing wildly in the air(as if riding a bronc in a rodeo)I managed to get my feet back under me, and shut the door with a too loud slam.

Hoping the woman had seen none of my acrobats, I checked to make sure I still had all my arms and legs, then headed for the front porch. Just as I raised my hand to knock,her voice sounded from inside,"C'mon into the kitchen,what would'ja rather, coffee,tea,or.....?" Opening the screendoor and stepping through I said,"Uh... coffee would be fine Ma'am! The screen door slammed shut behind me and nervously, I jumped as if Sherry had goosed me as she sometimes did down at the cafe.

Quite unnerved, as nothing was going the way I thought it would, I tentatively headed toward where I heard the sounds of bustling activity. It was otherwise so quiet, I had the feeling her and I were alone.Nahhhhhhhh,...no way, there has GOT to be others here SOMEWHERE. One woman could NOT run 7 grower houses, and ONE chick incubator by herself,...NO WAY!

 

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Lee

Walking toward the house, I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he "fell" out of the van . I giggled a little, thinking "Great...flustered and a klutz. Lord help me." I walked up the porch steps and went to the kitchen.

I heard him come up onto the porch and I called for him to come in to the kitchen, asking him what he would like to drink.

"Uh... coffee would be fine Ma'am!" I heard him say, and then a sharp slam of the screen door.

"Fix spring on screen door" I added to my mental notes. I took the kettle off the stove, filled it with fresh water, and set it back to boil. Reaching up, I grabbed the last two cups off the hooks in the cupboard. As I did this I heard him enter the kitchen. I turned around and gave him a smile. "You can sit right there." I said, pointing to the kitchen table, which held a stack of bills and Tom stretched out to catch the morning sun.

I set the cups down on the counter. One had a big chip in the rim and I shook my head. Well, no time to go get anymore...not that I had the money for such luxuries. I stood on my tiptoes to get the coffee of the top shelf. Rarely drinking it, I only kept it handy for my brother when he would stay over.

The kettle whistled and I spooned coffee into the undamaged cup. I poured water into it and stirred it slowly. I didn't hear alot coming from behind me, but I felt his eyes on me as I fixed the drinks at the counter. I poured water into the other cup then I grabbed a tea bag and both cups and turned around to face the young man. His eyes were on me and I saw the blush creep back across his face.

Setting the cups down, I sat across from him and smiling I said, "Well, the job is alot of hard work and the benefits aren't the greatest. It's 150 a week plus you get a room here in the house and I'll make sure that the meals are on the table. I'm not a great cook, but it'll be edible. That's all I have to offer, and if that sounds alright to you, then I would like to get to know a little bit about you before I hire you on."

 

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Art

Stepping into the kitchen, I saw her lean across the wide counter to barely edge a couple of cups off a rack, that had evidently not been located in an easily accessible location. Her right leg extended back and up pulling the hem of her dress almost high enough to...........~STOP THAT Art~ I scolded myself, and averted my eyes. It reminded me of the many times Sherry had occasioned to do the same thing down at the cafe.

I felt a tightness begin to creep into my chest as she turned, smiled at me, and pointed at the cluttered table saying,"You can sit right there." I watched her dance tippy toed, to bring the jar of instant coffee down from the highest shelf, and again was rewarded with a glimpse of more than I had a right to see. Her legs were amazingly trim, and appeared to be smooth textured, somewhat surprising for a woman that lived on a farm.

When she had prepared the coffee and tea, she turned abruptly and seemingly, was reading my mind as she placed the two cups on the table and sat. I could feel the heat rising to my face, as she openly looked at my face, gave me a knowing smile and said,"Well, the job is alot of hard work and the benefits aren't the greatest."

"It's 150 a week plus you get a room here in the house and I'll make sure that the meals are on the table. I'm not a great cook, but it'll be edible. That's all I have to offer, and if that sounds alright to you, then I would like to get to know a little bit about you before I hire you on." Being a little flustered, and certainly embarrassed about what had been running through my mind,...I opened my mouth a couple of times, with not even a SQUEAK coming forth, quickly picked up my cup and tilted it to my lips.

"Damn",...the harsh word echoed through the house, bounced off the walls, and assaulted my ears as if a cannon had been fired. The boiling hot coffee had burnt my lips and seared my tongue. I tried to not cuss around women, even though I did have a full vocabulary. I had succeeded in embarrassing myself even further when I thought it was an impossibility.

A look of concern leaped in her eyes as she darted to the freezer and dispensed a couple of ice cubes to her hand, and came back saying, "Here, hold still dammit !" and pressed the cubes to my lips. It still burned, but I knew it would prevent swelling and blistering. Not being able to talk now was the only relief in sight. "Boy,...did I ever mess THIS interview up!?"

Also, I thought it would be a great job for me, I only wanted to find out who else was working here. There were a couple of men in Madison County I wanted NO part of, and if they were working here, then I wouldn't be! I couldn't help but to turn my blue eyes upward in a silent plea for her forgiveness.

She only shook her head mildly, tsk tsked me, and gave a semblance of a chuckle as she said,"Now stick out your tongue, lets see how bad THAT burn is!" I tried to protest, but she was having NONE of that, as she placed her thumb and index finger against each side of my cheeks, and squeezed forcibly till I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

Her perfume was heady, and flooding my senses, as she bent to peer at the tip of my tongue. By doing so, the top of her dress looped open and I could see the creamy smoothness of her breasts. "Oh my god, Ohhhhhh Myy GAWD," I knew I was in trouble now. "Please, oh please, don't let her ask me to get up," I prayed to myself!

 

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Lee

I looked down into his pleading eyes and melted. His blue eyes looked deep into mine and I could not help but feel my knees go weak and I started to feel very warm just thinking of seeing those eyes with passion in them.

I shook my head a little to clear my thoughts, tsking at myself for thinking such a thing about this young man. I chuckled a little at myself and looked at him and said,"Now stick out your tongue, lets see how bad THAT burn is!" He tried to say something, but I just pressed gently on his cheeks, opening his mouth to my gaze.

I bent closer to look at the tip of his tongue that was red from the hot coffee. I noticed his cheeks flush and I glanced down quickly at the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Very impressive" I thought to myself. I could feel his breath blow across the top of my breasts.

I stepped back and looked at him, holding out the ice to him. "I think you'll live!" I smiled, and took my seat across from him again, "But be a little more careful next time. The squad takes forever to get out here if anything happens."

I stopped myself short with that statement. I recalled the night over a year ago. Actually it took them 20 minutes to get from the fire station in town out to my farm. I had looked at the clock enough times that night.

I shook the thoughts from my head and looked back at the young man holding a dripping ice cube to his lips. I had to smile. He had such an innocence about him, yet something about him made me want him. His lips sucked on the ice cube and I could feel myself getting wet just thinking of those lips on my nipples, sucking just so.

Clearing my throat a little I asked, "Do you feel better now?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said taking the ice away and licking at his lip. I watched intently as his tongue darted out to catch the water droplet.

I swallowed hard.

 

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Art

I had certainly gotten her attention, that was for sure. I asked her about the other hired help, in between blushings, and sessions of sucking on the quickly melting ice. She smiled, somewhat amused at my question, and placing both elbows on the table, dropped her chin softly into her waiting palms.

"You would be my first hired help, if you decide to take the job, there is NO other help to be had,"she said, as she searched my face for some kind of clue as to whether I would take the job, or not. "Where are you from,...are you a local, or just bouncing around?"

I gave her a brief rundown of my local heritage, and how I was trying to save enough money for college. "Oh,...by the way, my name is Arthur Young,...most folks just call me Art." Uncupping her chin with an exaggerated *sigh*, she extended her right hand across the table saying, "Nice to meetcha Art,...most folks around here call me the 'Widow Stillman', but I would prefer to be called Lee,...or,.............. ~Sweetheart~ by a special man in my life."

I swallowed hard as I reached forward, and grasped her petite hand, shaking it carefully. To my surprise,...her handshake was strong and firm. When I attempted to retrieve it, she held it and gave it a slight squeeze which was like a jolt of electricity to my cock. It leaped in response, and I tried to supress the sharp intake of breath as she relaxed and seemed to enjoy my discomfort.

Her eyes sparkled and danced as she rose from her chair and said,..."Cuhhmmmme,...let me show you around the place, I have to warn you though,... this is NOT an 8 hour a day job,...you WILL be busy from daylight till dark,...and the circulating fan motors religiously go out in the wee hours of the morning. You will be ON DUTY 24/7 if you take the job."

"Uhm,...yes Ma'am,... I understand that,...but could I use your restroom before we leave on the tour?" Grabbing both cups, she turned away and said, "Sure, it's the second door on your left, as you walk down the hallway you passed, in coming to the kitchen."

I hastily scraped my chair back from the table while her back was turned, and hurried to get out of sight, before she could notice the tent in front of my pants. Turning abruptly, I tripped over a large house cat, and sprawled awkwardly into the large living area. "Geezuss fucking keerist!", I silently cussed myself. "What fucking ELSE can go wrong?" I heard Lee laughing out loud, and twisting my upper torso around, saw her bent double in a fit of laughter that would surely cause tears to stream down her cheeks.

I watched as she put forth a hand to steady herself, leaning against the door facing, but in her fit of laughter,...she missed, and her hand slipped off to the side, causing her to stumble and crash to the floor beside me. It only added to her seizure as she screamed out saying,"OMFG, ..., Oh god I hurt,...sheeeeeeeeeeit,...SOMEBODY help meeeeee!!"

Her laughter was so disarming it became INSTANTLY contagious, and I joined her, laughing at both of us. She turned to face me and said,............

 

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Lee

"I am so sorry!" I giggled, looking at him sprawled on the floor beside me, "I am usually much more graceful than that!" I could feel the tears in my eyes from the laughter. One rolled down my cheek.

Art reached up to wipe it away, and I felt my heart leap. His eyes were filled with laughter, which made them sparkle. I felt so drawn in, wanting to see deeper into those shining eyes.

I felt my eyes close as I leaned in closer to him and pressed my lips to his. We touched and I felt a spark between us. I couldn't think. I found myself getting lost in the feel of his soft lips moving against mine. I felt his hand on my legs, slowly moving up my calf that had been exposed by the tumble. I shivered at the warmth
of his touch. My lips parted slightly and my tongue reached out to lick at his lips. He startled for a second, but then settled back in to enjoying the kiss. His hand moved higher, as our tongue reached out to explore each other. His hand reached my knee
and...

"OW!"

He jerked back a little, startled looking. "What!"

I bit my lip as I looked at the big bruise forming on my knee where I had hit it on the floor. A new tear formed in my eyes as I tried to move the knee. "Dammit!"

He scurried to get on his feet and held out a hand to help me up. Grabbing it, I tried to pull myself off the floor, using the other leg as support. I leaned against the counter as I tried to take a step. Tears cascaded down my cheeks.

I suddenly felt Art's arms go to my neck and knees, as he lifted me in to his arms. "Let me help you there Ma'am." His eyes had taken on a worried look and his brow creased slightly.

I tried to smile at him through the tears as I put my arms around his neck for support. "I'll be okay....really. This isn't necessary."

"Ma'am, yes it is. Now please point me to living room so I can get you comfortable and have a look at that knee."

I pointed him to the other room, where he gently laid me on the sofa, propping my knee on one of the many throw pillows laying on the couch. He put another behind my head for support. He slowly and modestly raise the hem of my skirt to have a look at the bruise spreading across my knee.

He straightened up, softly smiled at me and said, "I'll be right back with something for that bruise."

I watched him as he walked out of the room and sighed at the lovely view.

 

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Art

Not knowing a damn thing about what I SHOULD be doing, I figured I bit off more than I could chew, in fixing up someting for her bruised knew. Then I was struck by inspiration! I remembered how I once got in a fight down at the cafe, and though I had won the fight,...I still took one on my right eye.

Concerned, Sherry had quickly got a strip of raw bacon out of the fridge, and folding it up, layed it over my eye telling me to hold it in place for half an hour. Opening Lee's refrigerator, I found 3 strips of bacon still in the plastic, and hurrying back to Lee's side, I layed each strip carefully on top of, and next to the reddened area of her knee. Smoothing the bacon in place, I felt Lee jump, as she moaned in evident pain by my awkward touch.

I offered her an apology, and she smiled and said, "Well,...you didn't exactly cause a pain,...it was just a... uhmm,...surprise." I didn't understand why,... but hell,...I could never figure women anyway. She then directed me to her bedroom ,to get a bottle of Advil out of her bedside table saying, "I take them all the time,...and it helps to relieve pain for me better than anything else."

Opening the drawer, I reached in to pick up the pill bottle, and happened to see the title of a VHS tapebox,...it read,"Behind The Green Door", starring Marilyn Chambers. "Oh man," I thought, "Hell I had a copy of this very same tape at home,
I jacked off watching that same tape, 7 or 8 times a week." Carefully closing the drawer, I returned to the kitchen, filled a glass half full of water and brought it, and the Advil to her on the couch. Handing her two pills and the water, I watched as she tipped the glass to her lips and swallowed the pills.

Looking toward her injured knee, it seemed the hem of her dress had moved up quite a bit from how I had left it. She asked me if I minded in getting her the remote for the TV, and directed me to the table at the other end of the couch. Stepping to the table, I leaned down to retrieve it, and my eyes turned toward her, just as the cat had leaped on her chest. Her face was obstructed from my sight by the cat, but another sight was openly treated to my fevered eyes.

I recalled our kiss earlier, the touching of her tongue to my lips, as I gazed at the pussy which lay exposed to my sight in this position. I had finger fucked a few girls to climax, and refrained from getting too involved before I completed college, but the wanton display before me was more than I could stand. She moaned again, and as I lifted my eyes to meet hers,...I saw she had put the cat down, and had evidently been watching me as I peered up her dress.

 

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Lee

As I let Tom slide from my hands down to the floor, I got a clear view of Art's face. His eyes were full of lust as he stared past the hem of my dress. I had forgotten to pull it back down after trying, without much success, to look at the damage I had done to myself. I heard a moan escape my lips as I felt a heat go through me and the wetness start to run out of me.

His eyes instantly locked with mine, and he blushed. He stood there speechless. His mouth hung open, looking rather goofy, but instead of those cute feelings, I was wondering how that mouth would feel right now on my wet pussy.

Oh my Lee...you do need help. I shook my head clear of the thoughts, and tried to smile. He's going to be your hired help for goodness sakes!

“Please, have a seat somewhere.” I gestured to one of the other chairs. “ I can at least tell you a few things about the farm.”

He handed me the remote he was holding, our fingertips brushing against each other. I felt the jolt again. Then, to my surprise, he sat on the floor next to me on the couch, folding
his legs beneath him. I could see his hardness pressing against the zipper of his jeans. I felt the juices flowing again within me.

I cleared my head and started to tell him all about what I expected from him as an employee, about the farm, and about the running of it. His eyes were intent upon me as I talked, only leaving my face every now and then to glance at my breasts, then looking back at me, as if I caught him doing something naughty.

I felt the sun glaring through the window at me....almost chastising me for sitting about. I glanced at the clock to see that it was now 11am. “Well, enough sittin' around today! We’d better get started on the work that needs to be done. I was just going into town when you pulled up. I need to get a new incubator. One of mine went out last night.”

“Well Ma’am, can’t you just fix it? It would be cheaper, right?” Art shrugged, wondering why I would think of spending good money on a new one. "I could probably do myself."

“Do you know anything about them?” I asked.

“I’ve done some auto work and stuff. Let me take a look at it and see what can be done.” He unfolded his legs and rose in front of me.

I looked up his body, lingering at his crotch, and smiled. “If you think you can, by all means!”

He nodded his head to me and headed purposefully out the door.

I watched him as he left. The movement of his hips got me to thinking again. I shook my head and tried to get up. My knee was sore, but I could bend it without too much pain. I peeled of the soggy bacon, a smile playing on my lips, and pushed myself up off the couch to go into the kitchen. I had always bruised easily, but it had gotten worse with the abuse I had taken over the years from Joshua. I sighed and told myself to just get over it and go on.

After cleaning up a bit, I glanced out the window to see Art walking toward the house. He had some parts in his hands. He strolled in the back door and triumphantly said, “I think I can fix it, but I need some pieces for it.”

“That’s great! Why don’t we head into town. I need a few things and we can catch a quick bite.” I limped slightly towards the door. He scampered up beside me to offer his arm to me. I smiled and put my arm through his and we walked out to the truck.

 

[artful]

Art

Knowing absolutely nothing about egg incubators, I figured I had once more, bitten off more than I could chew, but I also knew I had to get out of that house. My mind had been racing at top speed ever since Lee had melded her lips to mine, as we lay sprawled on the floor.

Entering the #1 building, I soon found the #37 portable incubator and using the tools from a nearby workbench, removed the back shielding plate. Now, I could at least show I had put SOME effort, into trying to fix the damn thing. Viewing the exposed area that had just now been revealed, I saw a gear had slipped off the end of its hub mount, and dropping below, had landed on an uncovered relay causing it to short out.

Bypassing the relay, I checked to make sure there were no other electrical problems, and held the gear in place manually. Everything checked out ok, and feeling somewhat proud of my accomplishment, I mentally congratulated myself. Making sure all of the other incubators were working, and with the gear and relay switch in hand, I promptly returned to the house.

I entered the house and somewhat cockily announced, “I think I can fix it, but I need some pieces for it.” I explained to Lee that the gear could PROBABLY be used, if I carefully filed two teeth that had absorbed the electrical short, but it wouldn't hurt to have a spare one on hand anyway. Agreeing, she stated “That’s great! Why don’t we head into town. I need a few things and we can catch a quick bite.”

I watched her limp slightly, as she headed toward the door, and I caught up to lead her out to the pick-up. She asked me to drive, as her knee was still a bit tender, after seating her and closing the door, I stepped around to slide under the steering wheel. On the way to town, she seemed to be in a somewhat lighter spirit, as she laid her left hand on my thigh, and said, "Well, I knew I wanted to hire you, but does this time you're putting in on fixing things, mean that you will take the job?"

The warmth of her hand, which had slipped down to my inner thigh, robbed me of my speech, so I just nodded my assent toward her, as she smiled and snugly squeezed the inside of my leg. Though her hand filled me with excitement, it seemed at the same time to be so,'natural', not strange in any way. She edged over to sit next to me, talking a mile a minute about one thing or the other,...if someone had seen us, they would have assumed we had known each other for years. She explained how NOW, poultry growers, big ones such as the Stillman Farm, mostly had everything covered by automatic systems.

The curtains raised and lowered depending on whether the house needed more heat, more fresh air, etc. The cooling fans were also auto, and if the ammonia level became too high, they would auto/start, one at a time intil they were no longer needed. Automated feeders and water systems, along with in house misters made it all possible. It seemed as if in no time at all, she had directed me through the edge of town to land in the parking lot of a franchised Poultry Supply Warehouse. I was in and out of there, with the parts I needed within 15 minutes.

We stopped at a few other places where Lee took care of business and/or shopped till finally she said, "Well,...thats all done,...what say we go eat Art?" Once more she broke out in ribald laughter, and I couldn't figure out what in the hell she was laughing about,...then it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I turned red as a beet!

She gave me directions to a nearby Italian restaurant, we parked,...locked up her purchases in the cab, and walked inside. We were seated at a secluded corner booth, far in the back of a dimly lit room, and Lee ordered California Cabernet Sauvignon, as we looked at the menu. Sliding ever closer to me she whispered,........?

 

[H'venlee]

Lee

“I’m really happy you decided to take the job. I think we’ll be good for each other.” I placed my hands gently on this thigh and smiled. There was something about him that made me want to touch him.

I’m not none who is big on physical contact. My late husband would only touch me when he wanted sex, or when he felt I had done something wrong and had to punish me for it. I shied away from people most of the time, except my family. We were always a very touchy type of family, but I had noticed that I had even closed up to them in a way now too.

He just smiled back at me. I hoped that he did more talking to me than he had. I missed conversation with other people. Talking to an old farm cat was just not the same. And he had such a sweet and sexy voice. I longed to hear more of it.

Well ordered our dinner & I started to ask him questions about himself. We talked about his family, his schooling, and just general things about him. Before I knew it, my plate was empty and our check was being placed on the table.

“Well, I guess we better get a move on if we want to get any work done today.” I said, sliding out of the booth. He quickly slide out the other side to stand in front of me and offer his hand. I took it and pulled myself up out of the booth. I smiled to him in thanks, but he didn’t let go of my hand. He just stood there, holding my hand, looking deep into my eyes. He looked like he wanted to kiss me, but he suddenly just smiled and let go of my hand, but offered me his arm.

I paid the bill and we head for the truck. He opened the door for me and helped me in. I scooched over by him when he got in. He smiled at me and started the truck. I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling very at ease with him.



“Ma’am, we’re here.”

I opened my eyes and saw Art’s face close to mine. I reached up to touch his cheek and pulled him close for a kiss. He startled, but his lips relaxed onto mine, shifting slightly to turn towards me. His kiss was soft, not demanding at all. I let my tongue slip out and felt his reach for mine. The kiss deepened, our tongues dancing with each other, tasting and touching lightly. I put my arm around his neck to pull him closer, pressing my breasts up against his chest. His hand went to my hair, brushing a strand away from my cheek and sliding deep into the locks hanging behind my ear. He tugged me closer and I willingly gave in, wanting to be with him, near him, around him. His had slide down from my hair to rest on the side of my breast, just softly kneading it.

I heard a horn beeping, but it didn’t register at first, till I heard it coming closer. I pulled away, blushing and feeling like a school girl. I looked out the back window of the truck to see a familiar red SUV coming up the drive. I scooted to the passenger door and climbed out.

My brother stopped just behind the pickup. I ran over to greet him. He got out, lifted me in his arms and swung me around. I could feel my dress flutter up around me and wondered if Art saw. He set me down hard and I winced.

“What wrong sis!” he asked, a worried look on his face.

I hiked up the hem of my dress to show him the bruise on my knee. He scowled at me then behind me. I turned to see that Art had gotten out of the truck and was just standing there watching us.

“No Brian...it was my own klutziness. This is my new hired hand, Art Young. Art, this is my brother Brian.”

I watched as they eyed each other up and down.

 

[artful]

Art

The trip home was uneventful for Art. Home, now where did that come from Art ! Sheesh,...ya barely got a job there today and here ya are calling it home!!!From time to time, Art would look over and see her breasts bounce,whenever he hit a bump in the road.

Her near perfect breasts were a temptation he could barely resist. One that he couldn't resist however, was to gently raise the hem of her sundress, and take a peek at what he lusted to kiss and lick. It was a beautiful sight,even only able to see the slight mound, which he knew housed a clitoris that, after he tongued it only a few seconds, would rear up and harden at his gentle lashings. Allowing her dress to fall back in place, it still rode high on her thigh, causing Art to maintain a semi-rigid firmness in his pants.

Maybe,...just maybe,...he might surrender his virginity, to such a sensual body as the 'widow'
posessed. Little liklihood of permanent involvement,...small chance of impregnation. His mind rambled on and on, with visions of seeing her legs, clamped fiercely about his back. Her now gentle face turned sexual,...contorted with a savage lust.

From all he had seen so far,...she was highly sexual,...but had NOT satisfied herself with a man as of yet, since she had lost her husband. She was certainly straightforward about kissing and petting. It was if she could barely restrain her wants, her needs, her desires!

Pulling into the drive once more, at the house,... I nudged Lee awake saying, “Ma’am, we’re here.” As she opened her eyes, we somehow managed a natural coming together, and entered a loving yet passionate kiss. My left hand glided without hindrance, to cup her right breast in a soft, and unforced squeeze.

Suddenly, hearing a horn honking, and it seemed to be getting closer, Lee and I both looked back and saw a red vehicle pull in behind us and stop. Inside was a man waving vigorously, in a friendly sort of way, and he rolled out of the drivers side, with a big grin on his face. I watched, as Lee excitedly scrambled across the seat, and bounced back to where he stood waiting.

Exiting the cab of her pick up, I stood there like an ignorant fool, not knowing what to do,as he picked her up and swung her full circle. I thought I had noticed an extra little upward kick of her leg, as with him holding her high,...when her back was to me, she gave a full view of what I had so recently seen only a part of.

When she introduced him, saying, "This is my new hired hand, Art Young. Art, this is my brother Brian.” I felt relief wash over me, and stepping forward I shook his hand, at the same time, wondering if he had seen his sister and I kissing.







(One of Arts visions on drive back to the farm)

 

[H'venlee]

Lee

“Well, now that the introductions have been made, it’s back to work!” I said, so glad that my brother didn’t do or say anything to embarrass me, for I was praying that he hadn’t seen us kissing. I shooed the men off to the barns with a list of things to be fixed and I decided to tend to the wash and fix up Art’s room in the house.

As I pulled the laundry off the lines, I felt a gaze on my back every once in a while. Not knowing whose it was, I had to resist the urge to put the extra wiggle in my movements which I knew would make Art want to look more. The kiss had been wonderful and I hadn’t wanted him to stop, but I don’t think Brian would have understood me “making out” with a young man in my truck.

With a heavy sigh, I picked up the basket of wash and headed back into the house. I decided to put him in the extra room upstairs right next to mine. Not that I had a choice, being the only other available bedroom in the house. The others were my office and a small sewing room. I started to make up the double bed and my mind started to wander. I imagined him laying here naked, sleeping so peacefully. Then another image came to my mind of me pressing up against him as we slept.

My mind started to race. I saw images of us together in a passionate embrace, kissing, touching. His hands on my body, caressing my breasts. Us joined together in a powerful release.

I walked to the window and leaned to the side to watch Art working out in the sun. He had removed his shirt and I could see the broad expanse of his back, his muscles rippling beneath his golden skin. I reached a hand up to cup my breast, remembering his touch from before. My other hand slid down to lay over my mound and I moaned with wanting. I could feel the heat and wetness between my thighs. I pressed firmly there, feeling a shudder go through me. I started rubbing, closing my eyes and seeing Art there with me. His eyes looking so passionate into mine. Begging me to give myself to him. Rubbing harder I cried out as I felt the release I wanted so much.

Opening my eyes, I saw him looking up at the window. I ducked back, thinking there was no way he could’ve seen me, being I was off to the side of the window. I could feel the blush creep across my cheeks as I turned away from the window and went back to the work that needed to be done.

 

[artful]

Art

Brian and I hit it off fairly well as we chatted walking to the incubator house. I showed him the parts, explained how I was going to repair the broken incubator, and he seemed pleased with what I had done.

Chuckling softly he laid a hand on my shoulder saying,"Listen Art, I know you are much younger than my sis, and I saw her kissing you as I pulled in. That's why I sounded my horn. I just want you to know, I don't run Lee's life, she does damn well as she pleases. If she wants to have a relationship with you, it's fine with me, I have no problem with it at all. It wouldn't matter even if I did, Lee is a full grown woman, and she would go ahead anyway,...just wanted you to know,ok?

He grinned, stuck out his hand, we shook hands again, but this time, it was a heartfelt gesture for BOTH of us. He told me he was going to check the other houses, turned and strode out the door. After repairing the incubator and replacing the protective shield, I turned it on just to make sure everything worked. Everything appeared to be working fine, I shut it down, and went looking for Brian.

Catching up with him at the #5 house, I told him I was finished, and asked him what else was on the list that I could do. He looked at the list, scratched the back of his head and said, "Well, there's not a thing on here that is a real problem, why not just follow me through the rest of the houses.?" I nodded my head in assent, and he led the way toward the #6 house.

Just before we entered he saw a wet spot on the ground, unleashed a string of expletives and said, "Well, that was a short lived respite Art. How about grabbing that shovel leaning up against the wall there, and dig down to the water pipe that's buried here. I'll go turn off the water, stop by the shop on my way back,and get what we'll need to repair this break again. This is the same break I fixed a couple of weeks ago,it's only about 18" down to it, I'll be right back."

He headed back to the shop at a brisk pace, stopping once to shut off the water valve to the #6 house. I took off my shirt, in preparation of actually doing some physical labor, and in less than 10 minutes I had reached the pipe. Using a garden tool, that had evidently been left here from the last time it had broke, I cleared the mud away from where the plastic elbo had broken. I made sure there was enough room to get a hacksaw in there to cut the pipe, and straightening up, I leaned the shovel against the chicken house.
Looking up toward the house, it seemed there was a fluttering of the curtains in one of the upstairs window. I thought to myself,"Maybe Lee had turned on a fan to cool off a room," for I could tell from the glare of the sun on the glass, the window was closed. Just as I was about to turn away, the curtain stopped fluttering,and I saw a shadow move across the window out of sight. "Very strange," I thought to myself, "I wonder what in the hell it was?"

Just then, I saw Brian head back this way with an armload of stuff, and an hour later, the broken pipe had been repaired. We checked the rest of the chicken houses, put the tools away, and headed toward the house. Once inside, Brian hollered out, "Sis,...ya gotta couple of farm hands here who are thirsty and hungry."

(One of the 'widows' visions)

 

[H'venlee]

Lee

"Sis,...ya gotta couple of farm hands here who are thirsty and hungry." I heard it echo through the house and up the stairs. I ran down to the kitchen, where the two of them sat at the table laughing and joking.

“Dinner is already started...but I know you two plan on cleaning up before you even think about eating. You look like you been in a mud fight!! Brian...downstairs! Art...follow me. I’ll show you your room & everything.” I smiled and pushed my brother toward the downstairs bathroom, and motioned for Art to follow me up the stairs. I pointed out his room as we walked by and showed him the bathroom where he could clean up. I told him I would bring him some fresh towels if he wanted to shower, and pointed out some necessities he could use. “And I have one of Brian’s extra shirts he leaves here for days like this, so you can borrow one for now. He won’t mind.” I pulled the door closed behind me and went off to get what I needed for him.

With a clean set of towels and a fresh t-shirt in hand, I softly knocked on the door to the bathroom and walked in. I was surprised to see him, stripped down to his briefs, standing facing the tub. I gasped and he turned around. I stared at him for a moment, too shocked to move. His eyes were wide and I saw a blush creep across his cheeks and down his neck. I could see the bulge in his briefs, straining against the fabric that held it in. I finally turned away, dropping the towels and shirt on the sink and walked out, closing the door tightly behind me.

I leaned my forehead against the opposite wall and thought “Oh my...he sure is well endowed.” I stayed there until I heard the water running and a scene of him standing naked amid the water and steam made me shiver with desire. My mind envisioned him running his soapy hand over his chest, his arms, his manhood.

I heard the water stop and I hastily went downstairs to finish dinner.

The chicken and baked potatoes were almost done. I had the biscuits in a basket on top of the stove to stay warm. The peas were slowly heating, fresh iced tea was in the fridge and an apple pie sat on the counter. I just had to set the table and wait for the guys. I went to the cupboard to get out the dishes to set the table. With the plates in my hands I started to turn and felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Let me help you there ma’am.” I turned and Art was standing very close to me. He smelled of soap and manliness. I couldn’t speak but just looked up at him, the thoughts racing though my mind again. All I could think was how much I wanted him kiss me again.



Lee's vision of Art

 

[artful]

Art

Watching her bounce up the stairs was pure torture for Art. It wasn't that his mind was on sex ALL the time, but he couldn't help but think sexual thoughts when he was near her. Of course, the way the hem line of her sun dress flipped up, as she mounted the stairs,encouraged his male hardness to respond. When he felt that surge in his pants, there was no way to ignore it.

Reaching the landing on top, she sauntered down the hallway, pointing here and there, talking a mile a minute, and suddenly they were at the bathroom. She was still chattering away,and Art could only hope that she would soon leave, before his hard on became too noticeable. His mind labored at making sure he didn't present his TOMAHAWK missile to her, and he REALLY wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying.
When she left, closing the door behind her, he breathed a sigh of relief, and thought he would be alone for a while. Sitting down on the small wooden chair, he shucked off his shirt, shoes and socks, before standing to strip down his pants. He had turned, reaching for the hot water faucette, when he heard a noise at his back.
Without thinking, he turned back to face the door and,...there was Lee. Holding a couple of towels, a T-shirt, and a gaze that had locked onto his VERY tented briefs, she stood staring at what Art had been trying to hide all day. His mind in a turmoil of lust, with the object of that lust mere feet from him, Art was unable to function.

Not being able to move, he felt the flush leap upward from his neck, and with the HEAT that came with it, turned his face beet red. She mumbled something as she broke her eyes away, laid the stack on the sink and left. I stood there numb,...in shock, at what had just transpired. Her look had been one of those, "OMG, would you look at the *SIZE* of that'THING'."

Sliding my briefs down, when the waist band passed over the tip of my hard on,it sprang violently up,
and slapped loudly against my hardened belly.
Turning the hot water on, I stepped under the cold spray,...hoping it would knock down the turgid pole so I could finish up and get downstairs,...I was HUNGRY.

By the time the cold water had been pushed out of the hot water line, I knew this was NOT gonna do the trick. Adjusting the water temp., I began to soap my body down. Having done my all, except for my genital area, hesitantly I sudsed my hands and began to lather myself briskly. As soon as I had touched it, I knew what I had to do.

Bending my head to watch, I wrapped my fingers tightly around it, and began to slowly move it back and forth in the slickness of the soap, and the pre-cum. Gripping it fiercely, I closed my eyes, and hammered it maybe a dozen times. I felt the liquid boil up and push ahead, to leap out of the too tiny aperture, on the head of my shaft.
Groaning with relief, I opened my eyes in time to see the first pearly string of cum squirt through the air and land forcefully on the wall, about 2' above the top of of the tub. I skinned it back again with my fist, and thrusting my hips forward, shot another load higher than the first. Bending my knees, and flexing the muscles in my taut buttocks, I finished shooting the rest of it out to land on the bottom of the tub.

Gasping with the exertion, I had just been through, I drew many ragged breaths before I could clean up the mess on the wall. Finishing up, I dressed, put the shirt and towels in the dirty clothes hamper, and made my way downstairs.
Quietly entering the kitchen, confident I could now look at her without getting a hard on, I stepped near and offered to help setting the table. I hadn't meant to scare her, well,...at least not bad enough to cause her to drop the plates.

After she turned to face me, she began a juggling act with the plates, and I reached out to help steady her arms. Finally she got them back under control, and biting her lower lip, folded the plates up against her breasts. Clasping them tightly to her bosom, as if they were a priceless treasure. She stood there, mouth agape, and stared me full in the face.

The only problem Art had, was the back of both his hands, were trapped against her heaving chest. He had thought she was juggling them again, when her sudden movement was only meant to hug the plates close, to prevent him from seeing her trembling hands. Not knowing this, Art had quickly placed his hands on top of the plates and,..." Oh shit," he muttered to himself, "How do I constantly fuck up around her, and get in these predicaments?"
Art had never had this kind of problem with being around the opposite sex before,why now? "Maybe,"
he thought, "Maybe it was the fact that he was nervous, about living under the same roof, with a woman as desirable as Lee WAS!" Still,...Art had to resolve his present dilemna, and standing there being able to feel her breasts heaving against his hands, was not helping a bit.

Saying, "Here,...let me take those and set them on the table!" He forced her arms down, and stripped the plates out of the fierce grip, she was STILL holding them with. Setting the plates on the table, he turned back around, to find she hadn't moved from where he had left her. Her face had paled, and her breathing was rapid and shallow, seemingly becoming even faster as he watched her.

She never said a word as he quickly guided her to sit in a chair and begin rummaging for a large paper bag to slip over her head. He knew she was hyper ventilating, and if he could find a bag in time,...well,...it might save a trip to the emergency ward at the county hospital. Finding the bags folded, and stashed neatly beneath the sink, he quickly *popped* one open and slipped it over her head. Hoping she would be alert enough to follow his instructions, he told her, "Lee, just try to relax and breathe deeply, slowly and deeply, ok?"

That's when Brian walked in, and with a concerned look on his face, asked, "What happened Art?"

 

[H'venlee]

Lee

"What happened Art?” I heard my brother ask. I brought my hands up to my face, hiding inside of the brown paper bag. Could this day be anymore embarrassing for me? I lifted the bag off slightly, watching the two of them talk about me in hushed voices. I held it, listening to them. Brian was the first to spot that I was ok.

“Art, I think your patient is fine,” he said with a laugh in his voice. Great, just what I needed was any more teasing from my older brother. Art came over to me, a worried look on his face. He placed his hand on my forehead and then on my cheeks, causing me to flush with the feel of his hand upon my skin. I waved away any questions from either of them and set them both at the table to eat, serving the food with still shaky hands.

Dinner was anything but quiet, not that I could get a word in edgewise, even if I had wanted to. I was really more content to just be quiet for a while and watch Art anyways. He was so handsome. His blue eyes dancing as he talked with my brother as if the were old friends. He smiled at me every now and then, his dimples showing on his cheeks. And when he got up to put his dishes in the sink, oh my, but his jeans were very tight. He even offered to help me with the dishes.

“That’s really not necessary. Nor is it part of the job.” I smiled at him.

“No problem,” he answered, “Always willing to lend a hand.”

So I handed him the dish towel as I started to wash. Brian, being the brother he was, mumbled something about going to watch the news.

So we stood there, my hands in the soapy water. Every once in a while I would feel his fingers brush against mine as he would take a plate from me. I started too feel a little more at ease around him again. We laughed and talked some more. When he thought I wasn’t moving fast enough, he smacked my backside with the towel, laughing about how I needed to work faster. I took some bubbles into my hand and smeared it down his face, covering him with them from forehead to chin. He laughed and wiped them away, then grabbed at me, catching the back of my sundress.

He pulled me to him, catching me in a warm embrace. I was trapped in his arms and looked up to see a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. His smile was so soft and inviting. I felt him shift slightly and his lips came closer to capture mine in a kiss. He pulled me closer, pressing me against his rising hardness. I squirmed a little, rubbing up against him. His tongue slipped between my lips as he grew more bold in his kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he crushed my body to his. I could feel the heat rising in me, and I wanted him do much. I could tell that he wanted me too.

He pulled back a bit to look down at me. His eyes now blazed with passion, and I gasped a little just seeing the need he had.

“Um...I think I need to...um... go get my stuff ma’am. I should be back soon, if that is ok?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

“That’s a very good idea.” I smiled, feeling very warm and weak from the kiss. I watched him as he stopped to say something to Brian on his way out the front door. Then I heard his van start and dust flew as he drove down the driveway.

“Hmmmm....some kiss, eh sis?”

Brian peeked in the kitchen, a crooked smile on his face. I took the towel from the counter and threw it at him. He caught it, and laughed. “Well, at least he has got you to smile!”

“Yes,” I sighed, “that he has.”

 

[artful]

Art

I was on cloud nine as I bounced out to my van. I could barely wait to get my few things packed, get back to the farm, and once again be close to her. I had been hot before, with other girls my age, and a few times with Sherry, but I had NEVER felt like this!

At times,Sherry would deliberately tease me in the mornings when no one else was around, but with Lee, it was different. I couldn't really put a finger on it, but when I thought of her,...I JUST got hard! Even now, as I pulled up to the cafe, it was thoughts of Lee that was pushing the front of my jeans out.

Stepping inside, I saw Sherry bussing the last table, all cluttered with used dishes and plates, getting everything in order, preparing to close up for the night. "Uhmmm, Sherry, ya gotta minute?" Her eyes dropped down to rest on the bulge in my pants and smiling wickedly said,"Sure Art,... *giggle*,...what's up!?" Seeing where her eyes, had locked onto the swelling on the front of my pants, I blushed and quickly sat down at the booth next to where she was working.

Hold on Art,...let me lock the front door so we don't get interrupted, I can tell what you want to talk about is important,...I 'll be RIGHT back! Watching her slip the apron off over her head, and tossing it carelessly on the counter, I wondered at WHY Sherry didn't have a boyfriend. She was certainly friendly with ALL the single guys, but she never dated any of them.

After locking the door, she reached in a side pocket of her dress, pulled out a pack of Winston 100 lights, and lit one up as she headed back toward me. The sway of her hips, reminded me of how Lee moved about in the kitchen, and I could feel my hardness lurch at the recollection. Sitting down opposite me, she kicked off the platform sandals she had been wearing, and turning to face me said,"Ohhh Art, it's been such a long day, and my feet are killin' me,...would you rub some life back into them for me,...pleeeeze!"
Before I could answer, she swung her right foot up and planted it on the seat, right square at the middle of my crotch. As I reached down to put a hand under the back of her ankle to lift it up, she flexed her toes forward and raked her foot sideways, back and forth across my hardness. A knowing smile spread across her face, as an embarrassing red spread across mine.

Lifting her foot up, I pretended to concentrate on massaging her foot, and stammered out, "Well the interview went fine today, and,...well,...it looks like I won't be able to do chores for you in the mornings any longer. I ju,...just wanted to, uh..
stop by and,...uh,...well, just letya know I...uh,
appreciate all you have done for me.

She looked at me a little oddly, and tapping the ash off the end of her cigarette, asked me point blank, "Art, you are a virgin aren't you? I mean,...you have never had intercourse with a woman have you?" My face had to turn even MORE red, as the heat rose quickly from my groin,to radiate furiously from my neck and head! Visions of Lee, reacting strongly to the deep thrustings, of my hard as steel tool, swam before my eyes.
Sherry slipped down a little further in the booth, wriggled her foot out of my grasp, and began to sensually caress my swollen member with her foot, as I stared out into space, a *MILLION* miles away.(at least the few miles back to the farm)In my mind, I was buried to the hilt inside Lee's hot, wet sheath, and was nearing ejaculation.

As I made the final thrust,..deep into Lee's moist tunnel, both my hands went to Sherry's ankle and jammed her foot vigorously against my hardness. Grinding it relentlessly against the length of my shaft, I could feel the pounding pulses of cum, exploding from my manhood against the tightness of my jeans. Groaning out loud,...not being able to help myself,...I mashed her foot desperately against me, while my hips lunged upward, to pump jet after jet, of white hot cum into my pants. Sometime later,...I shuddered the last time, and gasped out loud,"Oh my gawd!!!"

At a distance, I could barely make out, "Gee Art, ...I knew you were horny when you came in,I mean, it was evident by the bulge in your pants,...but I had NO idea you were THAT close hun!" Dizzy with relief, my mind jerked back to reality, and I realised I still had a firm grip on her ankle with both my hands.

Releasing my hold, she gently slid her foot away and stubbing out her cigarette said, "Well,...I can see I went a little too fast Art, ...I wanted you in me when that happened, and smiling like the cat that ate the canary, told me, "You had better go to the little boys room and clean yourself up,...NEXT time,...we will do this RIGHT ok?"

I was too weak to bother answering, and frankly, ...I wondered at how my mind had been locked onto Lee during the whole episode. After cleaning up and telling her I would stop by from time to time, she let me out the front door and I made my way back to my Mom's place.

After taking another quick shower, packed up my belongings and returned to the farm. Pulling into the driveway at the house, I noted Brian's vehicle was no longer there, and as I neared the house, the front porch light snapped on to light my way inside.



(Art's vision of Lee)