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James Willhouse - ag. intern (22yo, 5'9" 185lb college student, kinda buff
grew up in the city
James's GF - (dating 2 years, back at college)
"little" Sherry Glick - "unusual" daughter family farmer with her dad
27yo 6'5", hot, "built" and super-strong, proportionally "busty"
medium-length dark brown hair "died red" - so folks look up at her face instead of stopping at her boobs
misc:
Hank Fredrick - 54yo farmer in the same town as Sherry. Remembers her when she was a little kid.
story
hot unbelievable 6'5" Sherry reluctantly takes on a farm intern at her father's, with him away for the summer (fishing in canada). immediately likes james in a "younger cute boy" kinda way, respects that he has a g/f. The fact that she likes him, and that he's "taken" allows her to get a little (or a lot) more friendly and "familiar" than James was prepared for.
james breaks up with g/f
sherry flirts, comes onto him, then turns him into her sexual playtoy
teasing and getting him off is her foreplay -- leading up to him infrequently servicing her
she also has oddly traditional values about sex, which oddy don't transfer over to anything else sexual
situations
dominance - employer / sex role confusion
training - more experienced woman training younger man
triangle - girlfriend not totally out of the picture, visit/confrontation, acceptance/girl-time/training
competition - dynamics with him leaving the farm (or not)
task-competition - she's much better at farm stuff
town embarassment - folks in town tease him, implying they 'know' what he's going through
town PDA awkwardness - folks in town tease him, she sort of 'defends' him by saying they are just jealous and giving him PDA, only the PDA might be a bit embarassing
intern 'report card' - innuendo about categories on the report card relating to their sex, implying she's rating something other than his farm work
sherry guy visit - some guy who sherry previously slept with shows up, stays for dinner, flirty, awkward "third wheel" for intern, though sherry eventually shuts it down, then treats the intern when they are alone
intimacy
fondling in the truck
water fight
oil rubdown (for her)
shower
pec flex boob tease
oral (finally)
random long-arcs or alt-stores:
g/f training - sherry could take his g/f "under her wing",
two interns - second intern, sherry sharing herself between two (one new, one experienced with her tactics)
unconventional romance - sherry kinda falls for him, wants to continue a relationship - sorta (unconventional relationship)
visit to campus - sherry visits campus (lead up, him explaining her, nobody believing him, then she shows up and he "shows them", showin off with PDA in public... dorm room scenes)
growth possibilities
g/f growth - sherry invites g/f to the farm, uses workouts and 'supplements' to turn her into the muscle goddess her g/f is now attracted to (including 6' tall) - there might be some 'directed use' to the supplements, sherry could warn her about the whole 6'5" "accident", she could use them to become even taller than Sherry, no intent of stopping, 6'8" ?
transfer... explaining why the men in town are short, why people kind of "know" her but avoid her, and why she now gets 'interns' every summer
incentive transfer - sherry could have a magic formula to give men more 'inches' on their cock, by taking them away from height... except she gets the height bonus too... she could secretly incite doubt, only to have them begging and her reluctant. then she'll do it. end up taller herself.
farm 'contamination' - sherry has a 'condition' where she grows an inch a year, next summery sherry is 6'5", intern grows an inch too -- they realize it's at the farm
plot elements
apply for internship letter, response .. innuendo
waiting in town for his mysterious "pickup" from Sherry, meets Hank, he talks about "little sherry"... shock as james meets her
truck ride to the farm
james observing her oversize body squeezed behind the wheel
trying to 'chat' while hiding his 'natural reaction'
she confirms they have wifi so he can video call his g/f. "a shame" he has a g/f, she'll try to behave
she starts to go over ground rules of the farm, and what he'll be doing that summer
he starts to text his g/f and she grabs the phone out of his hand and tucks it into her chest "cellphones only in your room"
first day of work, tractor ride
she serves a quick breakfast, though she points out she won't be making him breakfast every morning.
the farm will soon cure him of 'sleeping late'. after how hard i'm going to work you, i'll sleep like a baby
"easy first day job" unloading hay bails from the tractor (by hand), then you can just wait for lunch. she drives the bailer to collect more
blistering hot day, he looks out to see her switch from bailing to loading onto the palette. She drives back around noon with another loaded palette, he's only half done unloading with the first one.
she razzes him for not being done yet (he should have been long finished), she tosses him a sandwich and 2 litre bottle of water, tosses some hay bails down and they both eat sandwiches
she helps him "finish" unloading, because she needs the palette. he's distracted watching her heft two bails at a time, practically throwing them to the stack. she's dripping sweat now. he thanks her for helping, and she laughs, 'we're not done yet, we need to finish this one too, get to it.' she swigs a drink as she watches him slowly start to unload the fresh palette.
after a minute or two she steps in, 'no no, you're doing it all wrong'. here. you need to use your back, not your arms. She shows him how to lift and 'swing' a hay bail, tapping his arm to remind him to keep it straight. (proximity, like a dance lesson; her musk) after a few minutes he starts to get it. 'there you go'... he comments that you can only learn so much of this by reading. she nods and joins in, hefting two at a time and still making him look like an amateur.
when they finish she turns to him for the next "Done?" he's huffing and guzzles water. the front of her tank top is drenched, but she looks otherwise unfased. 'you take a breather there for a minute', then i'm going to bring you on the tractor, so you can learn how the bailer works.
she has him sit in the tractor seat, explaining why tractors have only one captains chair so they can see both sides of the row. she explains the levers, how to activate the bailer. reminds him how dangerous the equipment is. how the chair has a deadman switch, but even so, the blades might turn you to pulp if you fall, so don't. (he notices, but tries not to stare down her shirt)
He preps to start the tractor, and she stops him, "hold on there captain. you're going to have to have alot more practice with this beast before you take it out alone. "Up"
He stands up, admiring her as she climbs up and sits inches from him, adjusting the seat back really far back, and putting on her seatbelt, before she spreads her legs and pats for him to sit. "What? You want me to sit there?"
"Do you see another chair on this thing? This is the way my daddy taught me, and it's how i'll teach you. Now sit."
He propped a hand on her shoulder to climb over her leg and squeeze between her and the steering wheel. Then he sat. He was acutely aware of her musky smell and sweaty body behind him. There wasn't seat free, and he didn't want to lean back into her, so he propped a foot on the console to keep him from slipping off. Her arms reached over and around him, and she had no trouble seeing over him, as she was half a foot taller than him. "ready?"
he nodded, and she shifted a lever, causing the tractor to buck about and immediately requiring him to press himself into her to keep on the seat. He felt the hot wetness of her body on his back, and her breasts press into his shoulders.
she's shouting now to be heard over the loud tractor, "starts kinda bumpy. you okay there?" he nods, and she narrates the drive.
when they get to the end of the first row, she talks about the turn, and how important it is to keep it neat and tight. how she needs a little more room to move the wheel. "wherever you need me" she asks him to put his arm around her shoulder, pulls him up onto her leg, and holds him there with one arm. He's half facing her now, as she checks that he's okay. He's fine but a little uncomfortable about her tit now constantly bumping into him. What is he supposed to say "hey, can you stop bumping your tits into me?" As they near the end, she lurches her body forward, reaching across the wheel and smashing her body into him. He's forced to squeeze tight to stay in her lap as she quickly hefts the big tractor wheel around one direction, then back to straight. "Yup. Perfect. You have to pull it as hard as you can both ways to keep it that tight. Check out my rack."
He was sure checking out her rack, but he couldn't believe she just said that. Her eyes motioned over her shoulder, "back there." and he realized he'd heard her incorrectly.. of course "track."
after another pass, she drives in to switch the bailer to the loader. 'you can drive this pass'. he drives as she loads, and he watches her glistening body tossing hay up onto the palette.
at the end, he clothes are completely drenched in sweat as she climbs up and stands distractingly over him on the siderail, "well, take us in chief".
climbing down off the tractor, his body is a little sore, but mostly good, pumped. he mentions how good he feels. she chuckles at him, 'say that again when you've loaded and unloaded two full palettes!'.
g/f phone call a week later
he talks about how "they" are working him pretty hard, but he's learning alot. he keeps saying "they", "they", "they". he explains that by the end of each day he's beat, and can hardly make himself a hamburger before he crashes to sleep.
his g/f asks a question and he slips and says "Sherry", which causes her to confirm "there are woman working the farm?"
really there is only one woman, but he tries not to reveal this, suggesting that yes, the daughter at the farm sometimes runs the schedule
his g/f makes a comment about how that must be tough, a girl stuck working a farm with a bunch of brothers. he doesn't correct her. "yeah."
next day is cow milking
As they walk out towards the barn, Sherry makes fun of his phone call. "Good thing I only run the schedule, and you get to do all the work. Maybe you can get my brothers to help you." She chuckles, and reminds him farmhouse walls are paper thin, built in the 1930s.
she shows him the milking machine, acknowledges that he's probably seen all about how they work. he agrees, and identifies the parts.
"good, we don't need to spend any more time on that, because today you'll be squeezing these udders by hand. Daddy always says you need to learn how to do it yourself before you can cheat and let the machine do the work." she throws him a pail, and gestures to the first cow
she lets him try his hand at it without explanation first.. then interrupts, 'here, let me show you. First, you can press your hand up and feel how full she is, here." he does as she asks, and can feel the warm softness.
"Then, turn your hand over, with your little finger up top, and your thumb pointing at the nipple. Squeeze tight to pinch it off, then slowly roll your hand down, easing the milk out. Be gentle but firm. See?" Then she reached her other hand in, taking two at a time, and repeating the motion. "once you get the feel for it, you can slowly speed up, get a rhythm going." She progressively sped up her hands, before switching them to another pair, "just remember to switch udders every minute or so, to avoid making any too sore." Her hands are pumping fast now. "Truthfully I kinda like the old fashioned way. There is a satisfying physical rhythm to working the udders it that you just don't get tending the machines." With that she stops,
"your turn." he does it slowly and awkwardly, getting a much less impressive amount of milk out. "That's it, just keep at it until there isn't anything left in any of them. Here is your lunch, I have some 'scheduling' to go do. Ohh, and always stay to the side of her when you're doing it. That way if she gets a little spooked you have time to get out of the way before you get kicked." With that she heads out of the barn.
By the end of the day both his hands were seriously cramping up. He thought lifting and heaving hay was hard work, here he was just sitting still and his his arms were burning from shoulder to fingertip. He hadn't finished all the cows, but it was dusk, and he felt he'd made enough progress. He poured the last pail of milk into the processing tank, rinsed it out, and headed for the house.
Inside he was surprised to find Sherry in the kitchen cooking and wearing a tight fitting sundress that seemed practically formal compared to jeans, tank-tops, and overalls.
"James, perfect timing. Though I admit I expected you to give up hours ago! Looks like you have some stamina after all. Go shower and change. By the time you're back down this will be ready."
Calm Dinner in with Sherry
"so tell me about your girl"... he rattles off a bunch of meaningless facts about her
"boring. that sounds like a candidate application. Tell me something about her. Is she tall or short? cute or sexy? thin or more full figured? most importantly, Is she a minx in bed, or more demure? What's she *like*?"
He's caught off guard, but tries his best to answer her questions. "Average height I guess, more cute than sexy. She's sandy blond, and while I wouldn't say she's a minx, she's no prude either."
"No offense James, but that description was decidedly average. I hope nobody ever describes me that way! I'd be mortified!"
"Hah, how could they? You're ..." what his mind wanted to say seemed entirely appropriate, so he backed off, "...nowhere near average."
"Boy James, nowhere near average, you really know how to woo the ladies."
"No no, that came out wrong. What I meant to say was..." she looked on with baited breath for what he was going to say next, "you're really unique. If someone asked me to describe you, I'd have to start with tall, kinda towering tall." She nodded back to him, while spooning him another helping of mashed potatoes. "Then I guess I'd say you're not really thin or full-figured, more athletic, muscular." She tilted her head, not necessarily thrilled with his choice, but at least agreeing. "And definitely more sexy than cute."
"Why thank you James, that's very kind of you. You're pretty handsome yourself. I don't mean to overstep my boundaries here, but it doesn't seem like you're very into this 'average' girl."
Jason stared off into space. He wanted to defend her, but honestly, he didn't know what to say. Some part of him agreed, she was so plain, so average.
"I don't know much about love, but my daddy always says, if you're only excited about someone when you are with them, they are not enough for you." Jason looked somber. It was good advice, but now she felt bad saying it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."
"No, it's okay. I've been asking myself the same thing for a while now. Thing is, I haven't dated that many girls, so I can't say I even know what I want."
"Trust me, you want a minx in bed. Whatever that means to you, you want it. Don't settle for less." With that they both laughed.
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after cleaning the dishes, they both walk up for bed. she apologizes again for her over-stepping. 'no no, it's fine. you didn't..." (touching moment, close, she really wants to kiss him, he starts to feel something, but she shakes it off and disappears)
day-off in town
several days of silent work after their 'moment'...
she shows him around town, runs into the 'locals', who respond funny to them (like he's her boyfriend?)
she explains that while farming is hard work, the good thing about a family farm is that when the crops are growing, you don't have to do squat
grocery, bank, gas station, hardware store, and then the bar... "up for a drink?".. (it's only 2pm!) "only two things to do in a small down on your day off. and we can't do the other one without getting you in trouble with your girlfriend, so there is only one thing to do."
more locals greet her in the bar, really "familiar" bunch. not only hugging, but also raunchy jokes with her, them, some even involve James.
After a couple drinks, James confesses to splitting with his girl.
"you're a nice guy James." (why?) "A lesser guy would have tried to get me drunk before telling me that. What do you say we get out of here?"
"I thought this was the only thing to do in a small town?"
"I said there were only *two* things to do. The other one's back on the table." was she really propositioning him? "Can't take a hint? Don't make me kiss you here in the bar, the whole town will be talking about it for *years*."
ride home
*nervous* ride back in the truck.
"has it been this hot all day?" she cranks the fan up, pointing them at her, and "adjusts" her dress, pulling the skirt up a bit. "so what is your favorite part so far?"
he's observing her body, "favorite part?"
she pulled at her neckline, trying to get air inside it, showing him an unexpected amount of flesh in the process "...of the farming. I told you, the milking is my favorite. Something about the rhythmic squeezing is... relaxing. Did it relax you?"
the way he could see down her shirt made her mention of milking and squeezing seem unusually suggestive. "the milking's good." He felt a lump welling up in his throat., "alot of work"
"Ohh it is. I used to hate it, before I got good at it. It just takes lots of practice." James felt his skin crawling in an awkward kind of anticipation. "In fact, it's a long ride back, I can give you a lesson right here if you like."
James was having trouble piecing together what was going on. He was pretty sure she had propositioned him in the bar, and she was showing enough skin to make him uncomfortable, but suddenly she was talking about farm chores. "Uhm, okay."
She reached a hand out, waving towards her. "Here, scoot a little closer and I'll show you." After unbuckling his seatbelt, James slid several inches closer on the long bench seat. "Closer. Here." She wrapped her hand around his leg, turning and sliding him another six inches closer.
"Now, show me your hand position." He turned his thumbs toward the seat, and made a gripping motion. "Open your hands. Good. Now, you just need an udder to practice on. Fortunately, I just happen to have two right here." James couldn't believe what was happening as she slipped the straps of her sundress and bra off her shoulder, exposing her breast.
He started at it and watched it bounce a little as the truck jostled on the uneven road. "James. I saw your milking. You need the practice. What are you waiting for?" He felt a shiver of excitement ride up his spine as he reached his hands out, and placed them on her huge breast. "That's good. Be gentle but firm. Now, check the milk supply."
He lifted and pushed at her breast, mock-gauging how much milk might be in it. It was way too firm to feel anything like a full cow's udder. "Good. Now, sometimes the cows get sore, and they need a little gentle massage. Why don't you start with that." As he rubbed his hands against her breasts, her posture seemed to sink into the seat, her legs spreading slightly. He noticed her roll her lips. "Mmmm. That's right."
Suddenly he felt her hand fishing between his legs. "For the next part of the lesson," her fingers found his pants button, and tugged awkwardly at it until it popped open. She reached into his underwear, her fingers against his skin startling him with sensation. "I'll demonstrate the finer points of my milking technique."
Her face was rapt with seriousness, as if she was honestly about to give him a lesson in milking cows by stroking his cock. "Getting the best results is all about the tip, it takes a little squeezing, and twisting motion, like that, see?" Her fingers were wrapped around him now, and he shuddered as she rubbed them around the head. "See, you feel it don't you?" This is for right at the end, just a little squeeze and twist, squeeze and twist, squeeze and twist."
As the shudders increased, his hands had involuntarily reached to steady himself. One on her shoulder, the other down on her thigh. "Don't overdo it though. The udders need a break now and again." As if on que, she pulled her hand away to turn the truck into the farm entrance. As the bumpy road bounced the cabin, she slipped her sundress back onto her shoulder.
He took her lead and started to close his pants back up, but was quickly interrupted as she reached out and hugged him close, "hold on, little bump." Moments later they hit a big bump, and his butt bounced up off the seat and slid away from her as he landed. He surely would have been on the floor without her steadying. "I keep meaning to fill that rut." With the bump passed, he tried to sit back up, but she held him firmly. "Sit tight, there are a few more bumps." It was awkward. He was half-lying, half-sitting with one arm pinned and the other dangling. He was acutely aware of her breast pressing into the top of his head, even though he couldn't see it. Meanwhile, his fly was fly open, leaving his quickly diminishing manhood on display right in her eye-line.
With his free hand, he was able to adjust his underwear and cover himself, though operating the the zipper and button one-handed had been an exercise in pointlessness. He felt like she was watching the whole fumbling attempt, despite not being able to see her face at all. During all this, there were a couple more small bumps, but it seemed there would have been ample time to right himself and get his seatbelt on -- had she let him go. That, and the way she held him firmly right until the moment she stopped the truck at the house, felt very conspicious.
"Home at last!" She finally let go, waiting until he righted himself to click the shifter into park and turn off the engine. He had his barn door closed before he even finished sliding across the seat, only to turn around and see her staring at him like she had no intention of exiting the truck. She reached a hand onto his thigh, leaning in as she slid it towards his crotch. His hands instinctively moved out of his lap as not to block her path, though he felt awkward not knowing where to put them. Bracing one on the door and one on the seatback made him feel like he was confidently expecting something -- in a moment where he felt more like a deer in headlights.
"A good farm hand always puts his tools away, but I wasn't quite done with that one." She brushed him through his jeans, instantly re-igniting the erection which the awkward bumpy ride had calmed. "My daddy taught me never to start a fire without putting it out, lest you find your house burned down. A good rule don't you think?" He nodded, pretty sure he knew what she was implying.
She slipped two fingers into hi pants, and he shuddered at the feeling of skin on skin. "Still. If I do it here, we might make a mess of my truck. Maybe it would be better to head inside." Despite her suggestion, she didn't stop stroking her fingers against his skin. She just smiled at him, as if challenging for him to find enough composure to respond. It was difficult.
"Ohh. Ohhh." As he opened his mouth, she seemed to anticipate it, and rub just a little firmer, drawing just a little more of his attention. He felt silly. He was a grown man, finally he bucked up and blurted out a response a little louder than he intended, "okay!"
"Well, okay then!" Her hand retreated with surprising urgency, and the inner emotional animal in him regretted interrupting her She quickly turned and pulled at the door handle, prompting him to turn and do the same.
Following her towards the house was very awkward. First, it took him several attempts to adjust the disturbance in his pants. Despite her having caused it, and that her back was to him, he still felt like he was grabbing at himself right out in the open. Second, any hope he had of not seeing her body as a sex object was doused somewhere between squeezing her bare breast in his hands, and being fondled by her repeatedly. Lastly, he had no idea what to expect. She was running this show, and he felt like a puppy dog hurrying up from behind, hoping to get another treat.
inside
She held the door as he came through it, as if she was determined to make sure it was closed promptly and properly. She swatted a hand into his butt as he passed, catching him off-guard and delivering a little treat for the puppy dog to keep following and wagging his tail. As she closed the door, he stood there obediently waiting to see what would happen next.
"Now, where should I jack you off and release that load you're carrying? Right here in the kitchen?" Her frankness took him off guard. She suggestively drew her finger against his chin as she moved past him to the kitchen island. "The bedroom is moving a bit too quickly. We'll save that for tonight, this is just foreplay. I could do it on the couch, but I'd hate to have an accident leave a stain." She had a finger to her chin, as if making a show of weighing the options.
"No, we'll do it right here." She patted her hand on the counter top next to her. He didn't respond at first, still in a bit of shock over her methods. This was unlike any intimacy he'd ever experienced. He wasn't sure whether he was more excited, or more humiliated. "Well, you do want me to put out that fire I started now, don't you?" Her hand patted again as she briefly eyed his crotch.
He did. He really did. He moved towards her, though even as he did, he felt off kilter. Back at the bar she had seemed genuinely interested, like she was happy his girlfriend was out of the picture -- even if she didn't know she wasn't technically out of the picture yet. What gave her the impression she could order him around with pats on the counter?
Yet here he was, bracing his arms to lift and sit just where she asked him to. Up close he was struck again how she was so simultaneously gorgeous and imposing. She must have had six or seven inches on him, and there was no doubt her 'guns' were bigger than his. Though as she moved inches from him, it was the 'guns' pointed right at him that demanded the most attention. Her breasts were absolutely huge, half at eye level. Her nipples poked against the dress fabric not far below his lips.
"Upsy daisy." He didn't notice hands under his arms until she had lifted him up, placing him on the kitchen counter. He felt some small relief that he was now closer to looking her in the eye. "I think your girlfriend is lucky you broke it off with her." She moved intimately close, forcing herself between his legs as she drew fingers through his hair. "You're really handsome. I don't know how much longer I could have kept my hands off you. Working the fields together, watching you sweat."
He involuntarily coughed. It was probably his mind holding in the admission that his girlfriend didn't exactly know he was done with her yet. He struggled to say anything *but* that, "it's hasn't been so easy for me either. Watching you in the fields. Trying not to think of you that way."
"Ohh really? You were watching me? I hardly noticed." She smiled a big smirk that said she knew exactly how much he was checking her out. "And how long has that been going on? I mean the not thinking about me. And what is it you try not to think about, exactly? Hmm?"
"I dunno, I just." He felt a little trapped. Truthfully he had thought about her every night, every morning, and all day long as he watched her work the fields. It was kind of impossible not to. "You are a hard woman not to notice."
"Ohh, that's so sweet, " she leaned in. At first it felt like she was going to kiss him, but then he felt her hands on his ass, pulling him gently to the edge of the counter and up against her rock hard abs. "Here and I was having all kinds of dirty thoughts. What you'd look like with your clothes off. How much I wanted to rub my hands against you." She had her hands under his shirt now, pressing into his equally impressive six-pack. "Ohh, see, your rock hard in some other places too!" She finished rubbing her hands up his pecs, peeling his shirt up in the process. He lifted his arms over his head to accommodate her finishing the job.
She ran her hands more lightly across his chest as she admired him. "I even thought about you when I was, you know, relieving a little tension. Which really just made it even worse, because you were right there, a few paper thin walls away. I wanted to come to you, only I knew you would *never* entertain it, having a girlfriend and all. I didn't even know if you thought about me."
Her voice had been thick with sarcasm, and he returned in kind. "Right, no. Absolutely not." Her sharing, and their little banter was making him feel much more at-ease. His hands had found their way to her sides, where they were admiring and rubbing her muscles. He slipped a hand under her shirt and against her skin.
"Absolutely not, eh? So you never thought about me? Not even when I was showing off in my crop tops? I'm pretty sure I saw you checking me out on multiple occasions. Though she couldn't really blame you, I was shamelessly flaunting. Tell me, does she look like me? nice abs, nice tits?"
At that suggestion he coughed and laughed at the same time. "...and six-foot-five? No, she does not look anything like you, and I think 'nice' is a bit of an understatement. This is solid muscle." He roughened up his caress across her tummy, just to prove the point that it it was perfectly taut. And it's pretty obvious you know your tits are fucking amazing."
She smiled back a little sinister smile, like she totally agreed with him, and now that he was done playing, she was too. She reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. "They are pretty fucking amazing, arn't they?" She looked down admiring herself. "Still, it's nice of you to say so. I work hard keeping them half muscle." She flexed her pecs, causing her tits to alternately rise and fall just enough to be unnerving. "Here, feel." She pulled his palms to her tits.
Of course they felt really nice, but that wasn't her point. He could see and feel her flexing them, so he squeezed a little and was genuinely shocked at how much muscle there was underneath. "Wow. *wow*." He squeezed a little harder only to find the pec-shaped piece of muscle underneath immobile. "No wonder they are so firm."
"And dexterous. Later they might give you some action, if you know what I mean." She flexed them both up and down at the same time, in a motion that was as suggestive as it was unnatural. "But right now I'm just going to jack you off." With that she leaned away and reached for his pants, abruptly opening them and getting her hand on his erection. "You're okay with a good handjob, right? You know, just to put the fire out."
She shifted gears so fast, she again had caught him off-guard. His lips failing to catch up with his brain and get any words out. He was just slackjawed and found himself very un-charistically stumbling over his words, as she used both hands to gently begin teasing and rubbing him, "uh, i, uh."
"I'll take that as a yes." She was so unlike any woman he'd ever been with. She seemed to always have a plan, while never being in a hurry. Most girls just grabbed and stroked. She had been teasing and toying with him for hours, ever since the bar in town. He had to admit the arousal was becoming just a tiny bit painful, but even that tinge of pain was pleasurable. She twisted her fingers around the head in a move that caused him to forcibly exhale.
"So you really never thought about me? I'm not sure I believe that. If I was a strapping young male farm intern, I'd get myself off thinking about me." She licked her fingers, before returning them to his manhood, providing just the smallest bit of balance to the friction of her rough hands.
"I saw the way you looked at me. I think you fantasized about me. I think you dreamed that this very thing would happen. That I'd rip my shirt off, reach into your pants, and start milking your cock. Just a little squeeze, and twist; squeeze, and twist; squeeze and twist." The motions of her hand were starting to make his cock ache, with no sign of bringing him any relief. He noticed himself start to whimper a bit.
"That's why I like milking the cows by hand. I'm really getting wet, thinking of something else. What do you think? Has the practice paid off?" He felt himself weakening at the sensations, and braced an arm behind himself to keep from falling over. He couldn't find the words to respond, he just panted in time with her fingers alternating against the rim. "Is it too much? I can put out the fire any time you like."
"Noh. Noh!" His voice came out as a hoarse whisper as he shook his head. Her rubbing sensations were amazing. He didn't want them to stop, even if they were starting to tense the muscles of his groin into a growing pain. He finally couldn't sit up any longer, and struggled to ease himself onto the counter, shocked by the cold against his back. Lying down helped the tension, as he panted a little relief.
"Good. I like a man with stamina." He could barely see her now in his periphery, standing between his legs, handling him with a kind of plan and determination he'd never experienced.
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1. tease him into "30 second challenge"
she could torment him with some escalating moves, making him visibly uncomfortable..
lying against him to give him a break, giving him enough composure for a conversation...
'this is really getting me hot and wet. you think you can handle me tonight?'
'ohh you can can you?' she rocks herself against him a couple times. he inhales and gasps at the imminent climax.
then she takes some performance pressure off. 'don't worry, the only thing that needs to be ready is your fingers. I never have sex on the first date. besides, you have not been through the program yet.'
(the program?)
She gets closer and whispers, "yeah, the 'Sherry trains you to fuck like a stallion' program. If you think I'm good at teaching you how to milk cows, you just wait. When I'm done with you, you'll be able to hold out as long as you want. Right now I doubt you could last a minute."
"Ohh, I think I could last more than a minute." The banter was making him very confident.
"I also like a man with confidence. I can test you right now if you like." She rocked back and forth on him once. "But that wouldn't be fair now would it? I've had you hard for what, fifty, sixty minutes? Tell you what, if you can handle thirty seconds of this," she rocked back and forth on him again, "I'll ... let you pick the outfit I work the farm in tomorrow. Deal?"
"Thirty seconds?" He huffed a little at how easy it sounded. "Deal." As he reached for his flapping jeans, she gave him funny looks, until she saw his cellphone come out of the pocket. "To time it. Make sure it's fair."
She just laughed, and snatched the phone away from him shortly after he unlocked it. "Fair enough." She set it on the counter next to him and out of his view. She held her finger over the timer start button, "Ready?" He nodded, and she pressed it.
"Here we go," she started by moving gently, just rocking against him. It felt great, but he could keep his cool through it, no problem. He counted to himself, breathing deeply in time with her motions. one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand. After six-seconds, he was smirking and feeling pretty good about his chances.
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She raised her chest off him as she continued the motion, "You did a good job 'milking' my tit earlier.
2. just introduce the "program"
use a variety of motions on him, he reacts "ohh my god that feels so good."
"some people call it tantric massage. i call it 'Sherry trains you to fuck like a stallion'. It's to build up your stamina"
"Build my st-st-amina?" (stuttering from her motions)
breakfast outfit selection
he wakes bright and early, and as he walks down the hall, her bedroom door is conspicuously propped open
he peeks inside for a moment to see what it looks like (he's never seen it) and she spots him through the bathroom door, with nothing but a towel on
"come in, come in. Taking your sweet time coming to see this morning, are we?" he was surprised, and gingerly made his way in, not sure what the previous day's events meant for their interaction or his internship. She waved her hand towards the closet doors, "you won fair and square, so go ahead and pick out what you'd like me to wear today. I pulled out a couple cute little numbers I thought you might like."
Only then did he realize there were a couple pieces of clothing laid out on the bed. A tiny pair of jean shorts, a low-cut tank-top, a small red and white check top, and something denim with strings that it took him a moment to recognize as a lace-up halter. They were all pretty small, and sure to be pleasantly revealing on her. Still, he turned around and pushed the closet doors open. "Can I pick anything?"
He couldn't see her as she hollared back from the bathroom, "I'm not wearing lace lingerie to work, if that's what you're asking, but any clothing in there, sure."
He found himself wondering just where he'd find the lace lingerie as he pushed aside sundresses which would be too awkward, and tops which were not nearly as much fun as the ones she had laid out. Then he landed on a a bunch of swimsuits all hanging together. He pulled them apart and found a white halter bikini that looked supportive enough, grabbed the jean shorts, and headed to the bathroom. "Here," he said triumphantly as he held them out for her.
As she took them from him, she just laughed. "I should have known you'd find a top even smaller than the ones I picked out." She set them down on the counter and dropped her towel to the floor, apparently posing for him just to see his shocked reaction. It was the first time he'd seen her fully naked, and it cleared up any questions about just how perfect her whole body was. The muscles and definition he'd seen on her arms and tummy extended through her pelvis, and thighs. She grabbed the underwear and shorts first. "Still, a deal's a deal. Shame though, you don't know what you'll be missing this afternoon." She didn't look much more covered up with them on than off.
As she reached for the bikini, she seemed to be taking her sweet time. "Are you sending me a message here?" She put it on backwards, clipping it in the front, before turning it around and pulling the halter over her head. "Seems you want to see more of something." She snickered as her hands pulled the top and plumped her breasts, making sure it was sitting just how she wanted it.
"May-be." She looked stunning in the outfit because it hardly covered her, and her body was stunning. She sauntered towards him with some kind of intent, stopping inches from him, and causing his heart to start racing just a little. It was impossible not to with her gorgeous bikini clad body towering half-a-foot over him. The way she stared down and tipped his chin up, made him feel like she was about to kiss him, but she didn't.
"It's you're turn to make breakfast, so you better get cracking. I'll be down in a minute." He almost laughed as he turned, but she playfully smacked his ass just hard enough to sting.
"Ouch!" The pat put some spring in his step, and he hopped out the door and down the stairs."
working the farm (more foreplay)
"Again, I'm sorry about breakfast," they walked out the house towards the barn, having just finished a breakfast where he burnt almost everything. Of course the way she had leaned over the counter the whole time, her tits nearly popping out of her clothes, didn't help.
She just laughed. "I don't think it would have happened if you picked me something with a little more coverage." She adjusted her bikini top, as if some shifting could change the size of the fabric. "I better pick some safe work for you today. Don't want you running me over with the tractor or lopping off your own foot, because you can't stop staring."
She beamed a silly glare down at him, as he skipped to keep up with her long strides. They were walking close enough to touch each-close enough for him to feel the magnetism of her sculpted bikini clad body and electric smile. Despite their intimacy yesterday, and her obvious flirting this morning, her demeanor was dominated by her everyday can-do work determination. The transitions were beginning to confuse him. Was he her intern? Her lover? Yesterday she made it sound more like he was her lover-in-training, though at times he felt like her boy-toy. He felt himself physically cringe as the word entered his mind.
As they neared the barn, it became clear she was headed for the tractor. "We'll start with equipment maintenance, inspecting, oil changes, washing." She quickly climbed up, giving him a brief but distracting look up at her ass pulling those jean shorts drum tight before she settled into the seat. When she turned, she shot a smirk that made it clear she knew exactly what he was looking at. "Why don't you... just stay clear as I pull this into the barn."
He took a couple steps back and watched the dissonance, as his smoking hot, bikini clad, six-foot-five summer employer started the tractor, worked the levers, and drove it into the barn. She could have just as easily been a pinup model posing for a photo shoot as a skilled farmer. "Over there!" She yelled over the loud tractor motor, pointing at the barn hoist that was directly in her way. He immediately saw what she needed, and hurried around the loud tractor to move it out of the way. Stepping in front of the huge noisy machine wouldn't have been nearly so unnerving if she didn't pose like she was going to run him down. He pulled hard to get the heavy winch out of the way as quickly as he could. A moment later the tractor motor calmed towards a halt.
She hopped more than stepped off the tractor, before gesturing him closer. "The first thing we need to do is a visual inspection." She was pointing at something behind the big rear-tire. There wasn't much room between her and the rear tire, and he wasn't sure if wedging in so close to her was more or less awkward given the previous days events. She nudged him further in, as her muscular arm pointed over his shoulder. "See that piece of black rubber over the axle? That's the CV boot. There is one on each drive wheel, and another on the main driveshaft. First thing we need to do is make sure none of the seals are blown.
"Then you need to scoot underneath." She tapped him on the shoulder, suggesting he should lie down on the ground. He half expected her to lie down with him, but instead he found himself looking up at a glorious view of her legs and crotch. She smirked at him again as she waved her hands, gesturing him up under the tractor. He scooted his back and shoulders along the dirty cement, until he was looking up at the dirty underside of the tractor.
A moment later, her hand pointed in through the metal parts at an area of the tractor, and he realized she was squatting and straddling him -- a position that was certainly beyond the limits of employee boundaries. "That's the main crankcase," only bits and pieces of her were visible between the metal frame of the tractor as her pointing directed his attention elsewhere, "and that's the oil pan. You just want to take a quick peek, make sure nothing is leaking or hanging out before we change the oil. How's it look?" He didn't see anything amiss, but he forced his eyes to take another deliberate pass. "The tractor that is."
Her sassy remark caught him off-guard, as for once he hadn't been checking her out! "No problems, everything looks great." She had already stood, so he scooted back out. As he came to his feet, unavoidably staring up at her in the process, he felt the urge to clarify his previous statement. "The tractor. The tractor looks great."
"Are you sure? That was a pretty quick underside inspection." She stepped close, briefly looking down at the tractor parts. "It could be dangerous for it to spring a leak or blow a shaft while I'm riding it." With her standing so close, it was impossible not to watch her lips mouth the words 'shaft' and 'riding' while she stared down at him. Suddenly her look at the tractor seemed an obvious thinly veiled excuse to get herself up close. "Are you sure everything looks good? You sure you don't need another peek?" She held her syllables a bit too long, and he felt himself tingling at the whole obvious flirtation.
He felt seriously confused about where this was all headed. Did she want him to react? To kiss her? Was she just playing, like at breakfast? He decided to be patient and play along. "I got a good look at everything, It all looks perfect. She looks plenty ready for a good ride." At that Sherry slowly nodded and smirked, clearly pleased with his choice of words.
"Good, 'cuz you've seen me in action. I like to ride it hard." She paused, her hand resting on the side of his hip sending a little jolt through him. "Now, go check those the CV boot on the other side," she abruptly pushed him away like a slap of cold water on the face, "and repeat the inspection for the other equipment." Inside he just laughed. This woman was seriously crazy. Crazy fun.
Afternoon work
After having their playful banter of sexual innuendo continue all morning, their lunch was surprisingly quiet. She just leered over her sandwich at him, munching on the over-stuffed wheat bread, turkey, lettuce, and cheese she had assembled for them while he had ruined their breakfast. The main house was close enough they easily could have walked back for lunch, but mid-day they were usually dirty, and she liked to keep that farm mess out in the farm. Today was no exception, as after changing the oil on all the machines, they both had smeared grime on them. Him on his clothes, her on her body, since her clothes didn't cover much of it.
"You've left me with a distinct advantage this afternoon." She tossed her sandwich wrapper into the big barn trash bin, as she headed for a hose on the wall. He followed suit. "Now we need to wash them, and should that happen to -- I don't know -- escalate at all, I'm already prepared. She thumbed under the strap of her halter, snapping it against her skin before reaching for a bucket off the shelf. Then she grabbed an orange bottle and squeezed some soap into the bucket.
"Some farmers just let their equipment get to be a big greasy mess. However, I think it's easier to enjoy the work when everything is kept looking good, don't you agree?" She tossed him his own bucket and the soap before starting to fill hers from the hose.
"Absolutely," he snickered and nodded, struggling to think of a retort as he squeezed out some soap and put it back on the shelf. "I've certainly noticed the difference. In fact, you have some of the best looking equipment I've ever seen." She outright giggled, and he wanted to thump his chest in victory. All day he felt she had most of the good zingers, but he was getting better at this.
"Thank you." Her voice came out genuine and upbeat. "Today is a big part of the magic. Around here we keep everything well oiled and in top-top shape. Most importantly, we keep it all clean." She handed over the hose, so he could fill his bucket.
Meanwhile she grabbed two ridiculously oversize sponges, each the size of a loaf of bread. She tossed one towards his bucket, just missing, and the other she squatted down to drench in her own. "You might not think there is much to washing, but here at the farm it's all about efficiency." She lifted her sponge out sopping wet, the water and soap raining off it, some down her arm. "Rinsing them off first just wastes water and time. To get greasy farm grim off, you need to start with a good lather."
Then out of nowhere, she landed the huge wet sponge onto the middle of her sternum. "So don't be shy. Don't wring it out first. Just soak it and then squeeze it out onto the equipment." She squeezed, sending water and soap down her front. He was bug-eyed staring at her. If the moment had been any more like a soft porn scene, there would have been cheese music playing in the background. He could also see the reason for the huge sponges now, just one held enough liquid to drench her bikini, her frontside, and a good portion of her jean shorts. She immediately dunked the sponge again.
"I don't bother trying to scrub out every little smudge. I just wet it, wipe it, and let the soap do the work." She brought the sponge up to give herself for another dose, this time a little more over the shoulder. Then she rubbed little circles, down her arm and across her belly, leaving her top soaking wet and sporadically covered in suds. "That should do it." She stood up, dropping her sponge in the bucket. " After that, you just hose it down. Go ahead. Do me." She spread her arms, posing for a rinse down.
He looked at her, looked at the hose in his hand, and felt like he was a kid in a candy store. He stuck his finger over the open end of the hose, creating a good spray from the water, and aimed it at her. He shot a little too high at first, forcing her to wince and close her eyes at the overspray. Then he fixed his aim and moved a step closer. Spraying the suds off required him to look over every inch of her body in a very deliberate way - yet without the stigma of leering or stolen glances. It was quite a treat, as her body was chiseled and toned even in places one doesn't normally leer at women -- like the curve around her hip, her triceps, and her ribcage -- all of which glistened in the sun as she turned back and forth slightly.
Finally he decided she was more than rinsed clean and reached to turn off the hose. "Is there a towel out here I can get you?"
"It's hot out; I'll dry off pretty quickly. Besides, I'll just get wet again. Grab your bucket." He followed her lead, heading towards the main tractor, which was the most dirty. She stepped up on one side of the tractor and started soaping, so he went around to the other side.
"Have you realized your mistake yet?" As they both worked, he could see her across the cab opening. "If you had used one of my selections, I'd be wearing cotton right now."
Watching her work in her bikini all day had felt like a triumph, like he dug into her closet and found gold that morning. Only a wet bikini was just a bikini. It hadn't yet occurred to him, that if she had been in one of her other tops, it would be soaking wet and see-through right now. "Oops, that'll teach me to mess with the plan." He laughed and instinctively palmed his forehead, accidentally sending suds into his hair and face. When he finished wiping his eyes out, she had spread one leg onto the front-wheel, and was working her way across the engine hood.
He starts to follow her lead, but wasn't sure how to steady himself. "Careful now, it gets real slippery when it's sudsy." Another minute, and he'd shifted over to stand on the wheel and a part of the front suspension. They were closer now, their sponges bumping a bit as they wiped the top of the hood. Her height advantage showed, as even with spread legs and a lower stance, she was still leaning over further to reach the hood. Leaning which only improved his view.
The flirting subsided for the next fifteen minutes, as they washed the front, and then moving to the back of the tractor. Still, he didn't mind how outstanding she looked every time he got a look over at her. When it seemed like the whole thing was soaped up, he headed over to the hose on the wall. She laughed at him.
"No sweetie. That hose is way to small to spray down this big machine. Over here." She opened a door on the other side of the barn, and out spooled a flat noodle that looked more like a fire-hose. She spread it out on the floor before holding out the nossle. "Here you go. Get a good grip on it."
She slowly opened the huge valve, and the hose inflated as it filled with water. When the pressure reached him, the nossle jerked in his hands so much he almost lost it. In fact, he might of had she not crept up and grabbed the hose behind him. "Oops."
"Happens to everybody the first time. Here, let me show you. I've had lots of practice handling big hoses." That was so cheeky he coughed as she followed the hose, tucking up to him from behind. He felt her hand reach around, supporting the hose against his right hip."You want to brace it right here." He could feel her body pressing into him, her breasts pressing a little cool wetness out of her bikini and into his shoulder blades. "Be careful with the nossle. You have to manually close it, and it's going to fight you when you open it. Ease it open."
He grabbed the end of the nossle, bracing his feet on the floor, and gently opened it. At first it didn't feel like much, but then the opening almost snapped open, forcing his hand back and jolting him back into her body. He felt glad she had been standing behind him. At that point he realized the hose-end was pointed off into the wall. He hefted it back over towards the tractor, which it blasted the suds off quite efficiently. Pretty quickly there were no more suds he could reach from where he was standing, so he closed the nossle.
"Not bad, not bad. Let's drag it over to the other side." They both hefted the hose about six feet, and he quickly blasted the other side of the tractor clean.
(when he closes the nossle, "there is just one more thing we need to wash up" she pours a bucket of soapy water on his head, laughing)
he grabs his bucket and hurls the remaining soapy water onto her. At which point she runs for the "regular" hose (implying more hose fighting)
back inside
they come laughing into the house, "she stops him in the kitchen. don't you dare walk through the house in those sopping wet clothes."
"I need to change. Can you get me a towel or something?"
She just shakes her head. "I told you this bikini would be an advantage"
"Fine." He strips his sopping wet jeans and shirt off, and tosses them outside onto the porch. Then he tries to pass her towards his room and a dry set of clothing.
She puts her hand in front of his chest to stop him. "nuh uh uh. where do you think you're going?"
"my underwear too? seriously?"
"It's the only thing between me and your *other* training. Here." She stepped intimately close, her imposing shoulders and chest leaning towards him as she abruptly reached down into his wet underwear. She was making a habit of these abrupt transitions. One minute joking and tossing water on him, the next minute whipping his cock out and gently kneading it in her fingers.
"Mmm, gently aroused. Perfect." Really he was at half-mast. A day full of mild teasing and a cold dousing keeping him from reaching either extreme. "This way." She stepped back, tugging on his underwear for him to follow. Across the kitchen, she opened up a cabinet, and produced a bottle of canola oil. "I strutted around in this little number all day; I let you handle the big hose; now it's my turn to handle something." ...
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Dear Sherry -
I'm so glad you selected me out of what I imagine was a large number of intern applications. It's my final year of Ag studies, and I'm really looking forward to spending the summer at your family's farm. The big corporate cookie-cutter internships seem to be slave labor cleaning out horse pens and shoveling manure, so I'm really excited about your family's offer to get real hands-on experience with every job at the farm. My university courses can explain the gestation cycles of grain crops, soil fertilization cycles, and teach the proper operation of farm equipment. Live farm animals, however, are an entirely different matter.
I hope it's not too much to ask, but I'd like to know if you have wifi I can use while I'm staying there, and what my accommodations will be like. I'll be away from my girlfriend of two-years, and I'd like to let her know whether I'll be able to Skype call with her or not. If there is no wifi available, is there decent cell service on AT&T at the farm, or a house phone I can use to connect with her occasionally?
Thanks again for the opportunity. Really looking forward to you showing me the ropes!
- James
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return letter?
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James had been traveling all day. The Glick family farm was less than two hundred miles from campus, but without a car, the trip had already taken two busses, a train ride, and another bus. He was absolutely exhausted. At the moment, he was sitting at the small in-town bus stop, waiting for someone from the farm to come pick him up. It was dusk, and the sky was beginning to turn soft and orange from the onset of dusk. The town was tiny, just a few blocks of essentials, a gas station, a small supermarket, and a dozen other shops.
He had hardly seen anyone in the twenty minutes he'd been waiting. Just an occasional patron walking in or out of what looked to be a diner a block away. So when a beat-up and rusty pickup truck approached, he assumed this was his ride. He stood up, hoisting his duffel bag off the ground with considerable effort. It contained his entire life for the next few months, clothes, books, his computer, and a other essentials. Some kind of honkey tonk music was playing as a man in his mid-fifties called out from behind the wheel, "are you lost, boy?"
James immediately knew this was not his ride. He set down his duffel, and walked to the passenger side window. He had to speak up to be heard over the music. "No sir. I'm simply waiting here for my ride. I'm going to be interning down at the Glick farm this summer. The daughter is supposed to pick me up, I think her name is Sherry." Immediately, the man's face lit up with familiarity, a large smirk, and a glimmer of .. something.
"Well then. Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Hank Fredrick." He extended a hand across the truck, which James reached in to shake, leaning half through the window in the process. The man's hands were rough and his grip firm. He also didn't let go. "Glick farm, eh? Didn't know little Sherry was taking an intern. Might have applied myself had I known," he let out a raspy snicker. "What's your name son?"
Hank was still firmly holding onto his hand as he answered "James. James Willhouse." Hank responded with another rough shake, as if he had been waiting until they were fully introduced, then finally let go.
"Well James. I envy you. You're in for quite the summer. I remember when Sherry was a little snot running around this town." He held his hand out flat, gesturing the height of a little kid. "And now, well, hey," his voice grumbled a bit, implying something unspoken people would know but James didn't follow. "Wouldn't mind sleepin' on the Glick pillows, if you know what I mean." Hank leaned over a little, as if he was going to tell James some kind of secret, "let me give you a little advice."
"What kind of advice Hank?" Hank's face startled as he straightened up as if caught in the act. It was then that James noticed someone had parked behind them. In the dusk light, still leaned through into the cab, James couldn't make out more than the red color of the vehicle through the scratched up rear cab of Hank's pickup. Then, as the woman stepped next to the driver-side window, James saw them. The bottom half of the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen. Stretching out a yellow tank top, James couldn't have avoided staring at them had he tried. What's more, more than half of their volume was obscured above the roofline of the cab.
"Uhh, nothin' sweetie. Don't see you downtown much lately. Miss those days you used to come and drink us under the table." Hanks attention was entirely redirected. He acted as if he completely forgot James was there, which was just as well, since he wasn't his ride anyhow.
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"Maybe I can find some time to drop by. I hear you wife misses those days too, that you came home raring to go." James knew it was impolite to stare, but it was hard not to watch her huge tits shake as she spoke. It seemed to be equally hard for Hank. "Speaking of raring to go, As their banter continued, he pulled himself back out of the cab window, wondering when that ride was going to come by.
James gently pulled himself out of the cab window, wondering when that ride was going to come by. He wasn't paying attention to the banter between Hank and the woman. As soon as he cleared the cab window, Hank turned to him,
That is until she bent down into the window frame.