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Peacekeeper25
Angel's idea to get our writing done during the day and share fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it.
I wrote—"You're the farmer's daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I'll be there at 7."
For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer's daughter in the barn always aroused me, so this was a chance to play it out. Little did I know what Angel had in mind for me.
At seven, I knocked on her screen door and called, "Anyone home?"
"Who's, there?" came her voice from inside.
"You don't know me." I shouted.
"Be right there," she called from the other room.
When she appeared with her hair in pig tails, wearing the tightest, shortest cut off jeans I'd ever seen, I thought my eyes would fall out. She had a white peasant blouse that barely covered her tits and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was bare footed and her long leg were spread slightly apart as she looked at me through the screen door.
"Oh, hello," she said, smiling.
"My truck broke down. Can I come in and use your phone to call a garage?"
"Sorry, mister. I can't let you in. My Daddy is a way and he said not to let any strangers in while he's not here."
"I understand," I said. "You can't be too careful these days, but I'm also looking for work. Could you use a farm hand?"
"Daddy said we might need to hire someone since my brother left," she said.
"I'm a good worker," I said, "but right now I need to call a garage for my truck. I need to use your phone. Please, let me in."
"I can't let you in, mister," she repeated. "Daddy wouldn't like it if he knew."
She looked me in the eyes and smiled. "You look like a nice guy though," she said. "And I know we could use an extra hand on the farm."
"I'd appreciate if I could come in and use your phone," I said.
"Oh, I don't know. I better not, mister." she said. "Daddy is real strict and said not to let anyone in, less I know them."
"When will you're father be home. I could wait for him," I said. "I wouldn't want you to disobey your father."
"Not 'til tomorrow night," she said. "'Till then I'm all alone." She then pouted.
She then pressed her forehead against the screen door, looking me in the eyes and smiling. She surprised me by leaning into the screen door, pressing her tits against the thin mesh and causing her cleavage to appear above her low cut blouse. She smiled, knowing I was looking at her tits.
"Please let me in. I would never harm you. I'm kind of stranded."
"Oh, I wish I could let you in, but I promised my daddy," she repeated. "But I see what a jam you're in being stranded out here in the country." She raised her arms above her head and leaned into the screen door, her tits flattened by the mesh, her nipples visible through the thin material of her blouse.
The way her body was pressed against the screen door and how she looked at me was turning me on. The seam of her cut offs was tight against her crotch revealing the outline of her pussy. Se twirled one of her pigtails around her finger and smiled, looking me in the eyes. "What a sexy tease she is," I thought as my cock got hard in my jeans.
"And you look like such a nice man," she added, smiling in a flirty way. "I don't know what to do."
"I understand," I said. "But I would never take advantage of you. If you let me in to call a garage, I could do some work for you outside or in the barn while I'm waiting. I'd stay away from you until your father returns. He would never know I was in your house."
"I don't know. I try so hard to be a good girl, but I always end up doing things I shouldn't. My daddy says I'm naughty."
"I'm surprised," I said. "You don't look like a naughty girl. And you are trying to be good and obey your father."
"Thank you, mister," she said, "I do try to be a good girl, but it isn't always easy."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She looked up at me through the screen door, twirling her pigtails around her finger. She didn't speak but just looked up at me then gave me a shy little smile.
"I don't think I should tell you why it isn't easy for me to be a good girl."
