This is Bec from "Coming Home" again.
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The first Bec knew of the tractor being broken was when she went outside and tried to start it.
Nothing happened. She tried again. She found the choke and pulled it. She wiggled the starter button in case something had jammed.
Silence. The tractor was dead.
She climbed out and opened the engine bay and had a look for loose cables. She couldn't see anything, so she went inside and called the dealership and asked for someone to come out.
Then she waited.
Her parents were away for a week at the field days, so she didn't have much else to do but wait. She had been planning to run the slasher over the back paddocks, but that wasn't urgent. It could be done in a day, or in a week.
It was cool morning at the end of summer. They'd be needing fires soon. She decided to start cutting wood. They always needed a lot to last through winter.
She got a chainsaw and took her pickup up the back, to the top paddocks, where shade trees had died in the drought and then fallen over in last winter's storms. She started cutting branches into logs. She worked lazily, only taking the easy wood. The old gum branches were split and cracked and came apart on their own when they were cut. She left the thicker logs that didn't split easily, and left the main trunks. There were hundreds of trees, enough to last whole lifetime of winters, so there wasn't any point making too much of an effort to get these particular logs. She'd come back up and burn them here in winter, once the ground was wet and fire wouldn't spread.
As she made each truck-load of cut wood, she threw it into the back of the pickup and took it down to the house. The wood-pile was around the side, at the edge of the home paddock and under a shelter-belt, out the rain.
She stacked wood, adding to the row that was already there.
After a couple of hours, while she was stacking the third load, she heard a vehicle in the drive. She went and looked around the side of the house to see who it was, expecting the tractor mechanic.
It was the tractor dealership's truck, with tool-boxes and spare parts in the back, but the guy getting out wasn't Barry. Barry was her father's age and had been their tractor mechanic for most of Bec's life, and this wasn't him.
The guy getting out was definitely not Barry.
He was young, and he was hot. He had oily jeans, and a tight tee shirt, and a cap with the dealership's logo on it. He was glancing around like he was wondering where everyone was. Bec stood there, and stared, and tried to decide what to do.
Tried to decide, while still realizing anything needed deciding at all.
She was sweaty and dusty and had twigs and leaves in her hair.
She was stuck out at her parents farm, where she'd known everyone for miles around all her life, and where most people were over fifty anyway. She was horny. She hadn't got laid in a couple of months, and was too busy to go into town and get picked up, and both the need and the busy was getting worse. She was getting desperate. She needed something inside her that wasn't made of plastic and something touching her that wasn't her own hand.
She needed this guy, and he'd come at the worst possible time.
She didn't want him seeing her like this. She was filthy. She was wearing thick dirty chainsaw safety pants and a grubby singlet. She had sawdust in her hair, and chain oil on her hands.
She decided.
She tugged her boots off, and then pushed the chainsaw pants down. She had jeans on underneath.
She turned on the outside tap and ran water over her arms, splashed it on her face. It didn't help much, except to make her drippy.
Around the front the guy was shouting hello.
She hesitated, then reached back and undid her bra. Wriggled her arms out of it, tugged it out from under her singlet, and threw it behind a shrub. It was vain. It was the most incredibly vain thing she'd done in a while, but might work. A minute ago she'd been a sweaty, dirty farm chick next to a wood pile. Now she was a poster hanging on a chainsaw shop's wall.
She decided to stick with the plan. She splashed a bit more water around, got her hair and singlet damp enough to be obvious, and went around the side of the house.
"Hey," she said. "Sorry, I was up the back."
He stared. She was pleased.
He stared at her tits. Because her nipples were sticking out from the cold water, and the singlet was damp. Not thin or damp enough to actually show, but damp so it stuck to her fairly well.
He kept looking, and didn't seem to realize he was.
Even leering he was cute. He had a slightly stunned expression. Probably wondering what was going on, she thought. She liked his expression. She liked the stare. She was hoping that meant this was going somewhere. She wondered if she should calm down a little. Slow down just a bit. She usually came on way too strong as soon as she opened her mouth, and she didn't want to scare him off before she even said a word. But then again, being pushy seemed to work for her. It had every other time she needed to get laid.
"Hello," she said, and waved her hand in front her tits.
Waved her hand, so he realized she knew where he was looking, but pulled her shoulders back at the same time, so they stuck out more.
He looked embarrassed. "Sorry," he said.
"What?" she said. "For taking your time getting here?"
He just stood there, like he couldn't decide what to make of her.
"Yeah?" she said. "That was all, right?"
He grinned, after a moment, and seemed relieved. "Yeah," he said. "That. So the tractor won't start?"
Bec nodded. "Where's Barry?"
"On holiday. Down on the coast. I'm Liam. I'm helping out."
"Oh," Bec said. "Yeah, okay. It's in here."
She pointed to the sheds, and he started walking. She waited a moment before she followed, long enough she could look at his ass as they walked. It was a nice ass, and her looking seemed fair.
At the tractor, she took a hair tie out her pocket and pulled her hair back, and he watched her tits as she did. So she was being fair back. And he looked, so he must still be interested, even if she was pushy.
Liam looked inside the tractor's engine bay, and got Bec to try and start it, and then, possibly because of her tits, got her to hold things, and pass him tools, and by the time they finished she'd ended up underneath the tractor with him, holding the light so he could see, on her back, and as dirty as she'd been when he arrived.
It was the starter motor, in the end. It had failed, somehow, and Liam couldn't see how but he had a spare, so he put the new one in. It took an hour, but the tractor started like it had never had a sulk that morning.
Bec was horny. By the time they were done, she was horny enough she couldn't think clearly. This close to him, breathing in the smell of his body, bumping her hands against his as she passed him spanners, watching him glance at her and hoping he was thinking about her even as he worked, she was horny.
She needed him. She needed a fuck. And he was probably about to pack up and go.
She wondered what to do next. She wanted to make a pass, and she didn't really know how. She would probably come on too strong as soon as she opened her mouth, and put him off. She'd got awkward around people, living out here. Awkward enough that flirting wasn't really her thing. Not unless it was very confrontational flirting, just taking off her clothes and asking if he wanted her.
She decided to do that.
