Daniel’s Life on the Farm

Daniel woke up to a dry throat, the remnants of last night’s drinks still lingering in his system, but no lingering hangover to speak of. He remembered nothing of the night before, just the usual haze of a drunk fantasy, one of many that had become all too familiar to him. He got up, made himself a quick breakfast, and headed out to feed the sheep in the corral, a task he usually left to the workers, but on weekends, he liked to take care of it himself. It was a good way to stay connected to the land and keep an eye on the flock’s condition.

After feeding the sheep, he spent the morning catching up on his reading, having lunch, and then took a brief nap. He worked out in his makeshift gym, a room filled with a punching bag, a bench press, and weights. He wasn’t into building muscle, but the physical exercise helped him stay focused and healthy, which was essential for his work on the farm.

The evening was spent watching a DVD on his computer while eating dinner, and he went to bed around nine, his usual time. But it was Sunday morning that brought back memories of Natalya, a mysterious woman who had appeared out of nowhere, claiming her father farmed in the same district. He remembered the words: “Sunday afternoon,” but no specific time. Shaking his head, he tried to brush it off, but it lingered in his mind.

He fed the sheep later than usual, but they seemed to be adapting to the new routine, and judging by their condition, they would soon be ready to eat on their own schedule. Daniel was determined to ignore Natalya’s words, to drive out there would mean accepting that he had sex with a stranger, an encounter he wasn’t sure had actually happened. After lunch, he found himself at his computer, fingering the keys to his pickup truck.

“Ah, fuck it,” he muttered to himself.

He had nothing to lose, so he pulled the keys from the nail and headed outside. The drive to the road was filled with self-reproach, berating himself for being a complete idiot. The road was rough, and it took more concentration to drive, but he made it to the tree where he had left Natalya.

As he pulled up, he saw no one under the tree. He started to relax, a faint smile on his lips. But that smile froze as Natalya stepped out from behind the trunk, a bright smile on her face. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall, and her white dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves.

“I almost thought you’d forgotten about me,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“Uhm, hello,” Daniel stuttered, still trying to process what was happening.

“Believe me, I didn’t think it happened either, but the soreness and that lovely handprint on my ass proved it,” she said, her voice playful.

He looked around, confused, and asked, “How did you get here? I don’t see your bicycle.”

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to ride, and boy was I right,” she said, grimacing. “I walked.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her sandals, and she wiggled her toes. “I hid my sneakers in the tree; they didn’t fit the dress.”

He chuckled, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. “So, what’s the surprise?”

“You’re taking me to dinner at your place,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

He blinked, surprised, but also relieved. He nodded and headed back home, her easy conversation filling the air as they talked about farm life and sheep. It turned out she knew a lot about farming, but also had a city girl’s perspective, missing the clubs and pubs.

As they arrived at the farm, she stopped him from getting out, sliding out of the cab and walking to the gate. She bent over, and he couldn’t help but admire her firm ass, the white dress clinging to her body. She repeated this at each gate, teasing him with her body, and he couldn’t help but respond with a stiffening of his cock.

They arrived at the house, and she looked around, taking in the living room. He led the way inside, and she took a seat on the couch, her heeled sandals clicking on the floor. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“A beer would be nice if you have any.”

He walked down the hallway to the kitchen and got two beers for them. In the living room, he found her sitting on the couch, and she patted the space next to her. He obliged, and they talked, finishing their beers and getting new ones. It was a lot of fun having her around, and he realized he liked her.

As they talked, they moved closer together, her hip and thigh pressing against his. He slipped an arm around her, and she accepted it, her body pressing closer. He smiled, feeling good. She leaned in, her lips pressing against his, soft and demanding more. Her lips parted easily under his probing tongue, her tongue meeting his own, rubbing and stroking over his. She drew back after a while, her blue eyes smoldering.

“I want to show you something,” she said, standing up and turning her back to him.

She lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her firm buttocks to him. He could see the red hue of where he had slapped her the previous evening, and his touch sent a shiver through her body. His fingers explored the handprint, and then the rest of her ass cheek, making her giggle.

“Kiss my ass,” she said, wiggling her hips.

He chuckled and kissed her soft skin again, his fingers sliding into her g-string and stroking over her clit, making her moan. She slipped the dress up over her head, leaving her in only the white g-string and her sandals. She tossed the dress onto the coffee table and gently pulled his hands from her, stepping slightly away and doing a slow turn for him.

He took in the lines of her body, the swell of her firm breasts, her flat stomach, sensually curved ass, slender waist, and toned legs. She had tan lines, giving him the impression that she went around in sleeveless shirts and shorts.

She moved back to him, straddling one of his legs, leaning in to kiss him hungrily, her hands sliding up his legs to his chest. He felt her warmth, and his body responded, his cock hardening in his pants.

“I want to show you something,” she repeated, her voice husky.

He looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to her.

But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something there, something that made him hesitate. Was he ready for this?

Her fingers danced across his cock, teasing and rubbing against his sensitive skin as she ground herself against his leg. He ran his hands over her naked back, the silky smooth hair brushing through his fingers like a gentle caress.

“Your bathroom?”

He hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the intense sensations she’d awakened within him.

“Through that door, down the hallway second to the right.”

She smirked at him, the sultry curve of her lips sending a shiver down his spine as she turned and walked away. He watched her go, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips and the seductive curve of her ass.

“Damn.”

He shook himself from his reverie and followed the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway. As he entered the bathroom, she was already there, a sly smile playing on her lips as she tossed something at him. He caught the g-string and the jar of Vaseline, his mind racing with the possibilities.

She walked to the table and stopped, pushing herself up onto the polished surface with a demure little smile. “I think we’re both clean enough,” she said, her eyes locked on his.

He opened the Vaseline, the jelly-like substance glistening in the light as he dipped his fingers into it. She watched him, her eyes never leaving his face, as he applied a generous coating to his cock.

As he drew closer to her, she uncrossed her legs, her eyes never leaving his. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. She leaned into him, her lips seeking his in a passionate kiss.

“Come on Daniel,” she moaned, her voice muffled against his chest.

He pushed deeper, feeling a slow progress as he slid into her tight confines. With a sudden pop, he slid into her ass, and she moaned loudly, her body tensing up around him.

“A first for you, isn’t it?” she teased, her voice husky with amusement.

He nodded, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

“Don’t worry…mmmmm…you’re doing well so far,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

She pushed back against his slow thrusts, helping him to slide further into her. As he leaned into her, he ran his hand down to her pussy, finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. His other hand found her breast, gripping it firmly as he started to rub and pull on her nipple.

She threw back her head, her nails digging into the wood as she cried out, her body shuddering violently around him. After a few moments, her body relaxed enough for him to withdraw from her, and she turned around, a puzzled look on her face.

He pushed her against the table, lifting her onto the top as he slid his cock back into her ass. She chuckled, but it ended in a moan as he pushed hard into her, her legs wrapping around his shoulders as he took hold of her thighs.

She looked up at him, her eyes fluttering closed as she slid a hand to her crotch, her fingers deftly rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. Her other hand slowly teased and squeezed her breasts and nipples, her moans increasing in tempo as his thrusts started to increase in tempo.

He could feel his orgasm building up slowly, each thrust taking him ever closer. He gripped her thighs firmer, thrusting as hard and fast into her as he could go.

Suddenly she released her breast and slammed her fist onto the table, a scream of pure ecstasy tearing from her open mouth as she climaxed a second time. Her muscles clamped so hard onto his cock that he couldn’t budge.

For a long few moments, he stayed embedded inside of her, slowly her muscles relaxed around him, and he managed to move slowly inside her.

As her body relaxed even more, he started to thrust into her again, his orgasm quickly building up now. Without warning, she pulled her legs to herself, forcing him to release his hold. She pushed the heels of her sandals against his chest, pushing him away from her, and he stepped back, slightly puzzled.

She slid from the table and without a word sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth.

If he had thought her pussy and ass was good, her mouth was excellent, she sucked him slowly, using a hand to slowly pump the base of his cock, her tongue flicking over his head each time she pulled back. She altered her strokes, the pressure of her hand on his shaft, even the suction of her mouth changed with every stroke.

He gripped her hair, not to control her, but to have a place to hold on to. He could feel his orgasm welling up at the base of his cock, he tried to hold back a bit longer, but her expert mouth drew him over the edge.

As he exploded, she swallowed his cock, her throat muscles contracting around the head as she swallowed his cum, both hands holding onto his buttocks, keeping him in place.

As the last of the convulsions ran through his body and he could feel himself coming down from the high, she released his ass and deftly squeezed the last bit of cum from his cock with her lips and fingers.

He had to admit that it felt like getting milked; she popped his cock from her mouth and slowly licked it clean, allowing it to grow turgid as she stood up, licking her lips clean as well. She smiled at him, “I saw that you have mouth wash, excuse me.”

She turned and walked away, Daniel watched her go, he was still a bit taken aback by it all. He could do with a shower and he knew just who to take it with.

He followed her down the hallway, a smile still playing on his lips, and a sense of desire burning in his chest.