I put up my hand (among others) for some work experience on a farm. Basically those selected would be heading out to the farm and working as farmhands for a couple of weeks -- unpaid, of course. The up-side to this was that as we were unpaid they were unlikely to overwork us as there was nothing to stop us walking off. We also got extra credits from the school. I was one of the lucky ones and found myself shipped off to a farm out in the boondocks, wherever the boondocks happen to be.
I was the only one from my school sent there but I was quite pleased to find that the owner had three attractive young ladies who worked for him. The young ladies were all about twenty, scoffed slightly at my junior age of eighteen, but quickly proved to be willing to carry on with a little bit of flirtation, with the clear understanding that that was all that would happen.
For the first week I worked and flirted, finding out a little more about how a farm works and the amount of work required to keep it operating and make a profit. According to old Zeke the second part is pure chance and he's quite sure that the farm hasn't turned a profit since he's been on it, which is seventy something years. I also found out a little more about how the girls ticked, deciding Carly was a reasonable choice to further my flirtation. If I could only get her alone. The three of them seemed to be running a mutual defence society.
I was in the stable, having cleared out the stalls and replaced the bedding with fresh hay, when Carly came in leading a very pregnant mare.
"Whatcha up to, Carly?" I queried.
"Bedding Sunshine down. She'll probably pop tonight and I was asked to bring her in early and keep an eye on her. Basically this means stick her in the loose box and settle down with a book."
I watched as she coaxed her chubby charge into the loose box and closed the door. Then I moved a little closer.
"This is the first time I've been in a position to do something like this," I told her, and then I kissed her. Tentatively at first, waiting for her reaction, but then with more determination as she proved to be quite willing to kiss me back.
Naturally I couldn't stop at a single kiss and Carly didn't seem to mind so we continued. It was quite by accident that my hand finished up resting against her breast. It was, I swear it. Not that she seemed to mind too much. Her hand came up and covered mine and we continued in that fashion.
With only a thin shirt between me and the prize my mind started thinking of various things. Things like how her breasts had seemed to bounce in an unrestrained manner when she walked into the stables. Things like how I could swear that there was no bra under that shirt. Things like how easily buttons on the front of a shirt could slip undone, purely by chance.
So when that chance came wandering past I just naturally slipped my hand into the gap, now covering a bare breast, and it was warm and soft and totally inviting. Gently rubbing her breast somehow or other caused other buttons to pop free, leaving her shirt gaping quite widely.
Seeing her breasts were now exposed I moved my kisses down from her lips to her breasts. I was totally impartial, kissing both of them. Tasting her nipples had them standing nicely, her breasts swelling slightly under my attention. Seeing my mouth was occupied with Carly's breasts, my hands were free. I took steps to rectify this situation.
Carly was wearing jeans but they were loose jeans, not worn as a fashion statement but as something to knock about on the farm with. They were quite loose, needing the belt she used to hold them up. I quickly determined that if the belt was undone the jeans would stay up, mainly because I had a hand inside them, exploring, and that helped to supply the volume needed to hold up the jeans.
Now I don't want you to think that Carly was a pushover. She wasn't. She had no intention of letting me take advantage of her without some payback. I realised this when my zipper unzipped and a hot little hand slipped inside, seeking and claiming what I considered to be my property. Now I was faced with a conundrum. Did I extract my hand from her jeans and fight her off or not. Not, I decided. I didn't think she was going to do much damage to the goodies.
By this time we'd gone from standing to relaxing in the hay. Much more comfortable and easier to do the things we wanted to. (At least I wanted to.) It very quickly reached a point where I was going to suggest that we might proceed to a more intimate encounter, feeling that Carly wouldn't fight me off too hard.
"Oh my god. You're not going to stick that thing in her, are you?"
Sprung. Neither of us had noticed Rochelle, another of the farm-girls, entering the stable and catching us.
"Ah, that is my intention," I admitted, "as long as Carly is agreeable."
"And what's wrong with it, anyway?" asked Carly.
"Are you kidding? Can't you see the size of it?"
"Not really. It feels as though it's a normal size," Carly giggled.
