Would you like some lemonade?
You accept the glass and look me up and down. I smile at you, lower my shawl around my shoulders to reveal the rising swell of my breasts in the light chemise I wore out into the field.
"You're so strong." I feel your arm when I tell you this, the muscle under your shirt, the sweat clinging to your skin. You chuckle and tell me you're strong enough to lift me. My eyes flash at your words, search your eyes for the answer to a question you think you understand.
"May I?" you ask me and I nod, setting down my basket. You scoop me up and twirl me around and I laugh as you set me down in a pile of hay that you've been toiling over.
It's been a hot day. The lemonade is cold, but your body is still too warm, too agitated as you look at me lying in the hay, giggling. My dress has risen up to my thighs. Your cock twitches.
I look up at you with my brown eyes, hopeful, seemingly waiting for something.
"Do you want me?" you ask, plainly. You aren't going to pressure anybody; you want to know I'm willing, want to know what I'm doing in your field with a glass of lemonade.
I look down for a moment, blushing. You see me bite my lip, thinking, then I look back up and nod. "I want you."
You unbutton, pull your lengthening cock out for me to see. My eyes widen and I watch as you come closer, lower the thick handful of your cock that you're presenting to me toward my mouth.
"What do I do with it?" I ask. I lick the head a little, sending shivers over your skin.
"You put it in your mouth and kiss it as softly as you can," you tell me. I begin, licking and sucking, kissing and playing with it in my mouth. You can tell I'm enjoying myself, getting lost in the new experience. My huge tits are still confined by my corset, my dress. You watch them jiggle a little as I try to take all of you in my soft mouth.
"You can suck it, like a straw." you tell me. I look around at the straw all around us, comprehension dawning. This time when my lips affix around you, there's suction. Your knees tremble a little as I suck, hard, maybe a little too hard, then get back into a rhythm.
"You taste so good," I say, gasping. "What happens now?"
"Lie back."
I obey, resting in the hay as though it were the most comfortable mattress. You love fucking country girls. Horny, with no cocks to fuck for miles, they always satisfy your desire to feel like a real man when they ask to play with your cock.
You're happy to oblige them, you think as you kneel between my legs. You pull my dress up around my hips and see my pussy is waiting for you, my bare ass soft as rising dough and round as a watermelon.
You bend and kiss my pussy, sucking on my clit. You guess that's a new one for me and my whimpering moans confirm it. Most of these guys out here will just pump once or twice, push girls around. You don't like to think about that kind of behavior as you slide your thumb into me, feel me shudder.
"How big is your cock?" I ask you, eyeing it as you line it up with my pussy.
