A WORTHWHILE TRADE
It was the first Saturday of the summer holidays, a stiflingly hot day. I was in the shed, fiddling with the diesel pump of the tractor. Dad and I had tackled the job early that morning, but after an hour he had left for town to fetch a couple of spare parts and pick up the mail. Mom and my two sisters were in the kitchen - I presumed - baking a cake, because my the elder of my two sisters was turning sixteen on the Monday.
The sound of hoofbeats made me look up towards the big door of the shed. Because the light was from behind, I could not immediately make out the colour, but as it came closer I recognized it as the dun mare of our neighbours, the Robertsons. I've seen Auntie Ruby riding it, but it was a slenderer figure the horse was carrying that morning.
'Hi, Paul!' the rider called, and then I guessed it must be Cindy.
We had been playmates in our preteens, but since grade 9 she has been attending a boarding school in the city. We did see one another once in a while, but with puberty an awkwardness had crept into the relationship, hence I wasn't sure what to expect, so I replied, rather lamely, 'Hi, Cindy!'
'Whatsherdoing?' she said, still atop the horse, which had come to a halt next to me.
'Cleaning the fuel pump. How are you?'
She smiled. 'A bit bored, I guess. Say, could you help me fix the right stirrup?'
'Sure, girl.' I had risen and held out my hand. She swung her right leg over the horse and gave me a brief glimpse of her bum. She was wearing a very short flair skirt and a halter-top, with her nipples etched like two buttons on the front. Boy o boy, she had filled out in the three years since we had last splashed together in their swimming pool! Now the top was hugging those curves very, very closely, which were threatening to pop out on the side any minute! Her spindly legs had also meanwhile assumed extremely nubile proportions. I followed them up to the top where a pair of purple panties briefly showed when she swung her right leg over. Of course I had sprung an instant boner and my cock wanted to pop out of the rugger pants I was wearing. I now desperately wanted to do a laying on of hands, so I started scheming!
She took my hand rather belatedly, but not in greeting. Instead, she stepped closer and gave me a peck on the cheek. Pleasant - intoxicating - fragrance! For a moment I thought of putting my arm around her waist and kissing her properly, but the moment passed. We walked, still touching hands, around the horse to inspect the stirrup.
'What's the matter?' I couldn't see anything wrong with it.
'It doesn't feel right,' she answered, rather lamely.
I was half a head taller than she, and she had her eyes cast down, so I could not read her thoughts, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. I noticed the smile - she always had a lovely smile - even though she now tried to hide it. Then she turned into me and we kissed. The first one was pretty dry and unexciting, but then she wet her lips and parted them slightly for the next one. There was passion in that! I pulled her still closer to me and I noticed the smile broadening when she felt my boner against her tummy. At the same time her breasts were burning holes in my bare chest. O god, I was creaming myself already!
The second kiss had left us both short of breath. She stepped back and smiled, now rather wickedly, while tapping my cock with her index finger.
'I felt that!' she said and screwed up her face.
I grinned lecherously and challenged her with, 'The question is, did you like it?'
She didn't reply in words, but started laughing, and I joined her, embracing her again and pressing my boner still harder against her tummy. Cindy glanced over my shoulder and saw the ladder leading up to the loft.
'What's up there?'
'Some hay, I guess, and lots of junk in the far corner. Why?'
She burst out laughing and ran towards the ladder. At the foot of the ladder she stopped and said, 'A farmer should make hay while the sun shines! Are you coming?'
Of course I was 'coming', both ways!
She was halfway up the ladder when I started on the first rung, but missed the second one completely because my eyes were riveted on her two lusciously shaped thighs and her buns. Most of her ass was bare, so I understood the panties were really a tanga. Well, I fumbled my way to the top, where Cindy was waiting, now fanning her pussy with her short skirt to let me know she was hot. When I stepped free of the ladder, she turned and fled towards the deep pile of hay, where she flopped down on her back, again fanning herself with her skirt, smirking at me.
I joined her in the hay and we resumed kissing, but now our hands were wandering freely over each other's bodies. I started by fondling her bum and pulled her close so that my iron would be close to her furnace. She enjoyed that, and started rubbing her mons against my cock. My hands next found her boobs: the nipples were already hard. She pulled up the halter top to bare her tits and said, 'You can kiss me there! O Jesus, this is so nice!' She started rubbing her pussy against my cock and I sensed that she was also climaxing. When it came, she clasped her legs around mine and screamed as she rode the crest of the wave for a full ten, fifteen seconds, while I offloaded in my briefs.
We relaxed after that, satiated for the nonce. I gasped, 'God, Cindy, you are hot!'
'Did you shoot your bolt? Show me your cock!' she asked with a lascivious look in her eyes.
I proudly slipped down the pants and the briefs. My cock was still drooling cum and the briefs were soaked. She picked that up and smelled it, exclaiming, 'God Almighty, that was a good cumshot!'
