I think he barely noticed me, or he just didn't want to take the time to notice me standing in the doorway. I knew that he could see me though because my body was casting a shadow in the barn as the sun peeked around me through the open barn doors. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to even acknowledge my presence, so I stepped out of the doorway just slightly so he would be able to see me more clearly. Now whether it was my imagination or not, I think his eyes widened just slightly when he realized that I was not one of the hands that worked on the ranch.
My aunt and uncle told me that there was a "sweet young boy" who sometimes visited his grandmother at the neighboring ranch and suggested that I go and "visit" for a bit today. Now knowing my aunt as well as I do, I knew she had more up her sleeve than my just visiting this boy to go riding today. And after meeting his grandmother earlier, I was beginning to think that they had this whole thing set up before I ever arrived in the great but scorching state of Texas. His grandmother had met me at the door, almost as if she knew I would be visiting today. She was a sweet woman, but there was something else about her that I couldn't quite figure out. It almost seemed as though there was a slight twinkle in her eyes when she sent me on down to the barn claiming that her grandson, Jason, would be waiting.
I was somewhat taken aback by the man standing up in the hay loft straining to see me around the rays of sun beating on his face. Jason had somehow lost his shirt during the course of the day, I suppose because of the work and the heat in the barn; unfortunately, I was having a bit of a hard time seeing him completely as he was higher up and the sun was still very bright. Maybe I can make this a little easier, I thought.
"Hey, your name Jason?" The question came out a little shaky, and I just prayed that he didn't notice the nervousness in my voice.
"Yea, and who are you?" he asked almost hesitantly.
This is just great, I thought. He's already irritated from being interrupted from his work. Like someone should be mad about having to stop working in a barn that is about two hundred degrees too hot, I thought almost sarcastically.
"You're grandmother said you'd help me saddle up a horse so I can go riding," I said slowly, wishing that he would just hurry up and get this over with. Although I enjoy meeting new people, I hate feeling like I'm bothering them when I know they are in the middle of something more important.
Fortunately for me he dropped the fork and slid down the rope hanging down from the loft. His back being to me on his way down, I could see that everything about his body was exactly as it should be. He was extremely toned and looked like he either worked out quite often or put in way too many hours forking hay up in that steamy loft.
After he reached the floor, he turned and just looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. Obviously he wasn't going to break the silence so I said, "I'm Sarah. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle on the next ranch. They don't have any horses worth riding, so they sent me over to ask if I could ride one of yours. I met your grandmother at the house, and she sent me here. You don't mind giving me a hand do you?"
I could tell this might be a little harder than I thought to get this guy to help me out, so I just tilted my head a little and gave him one of those flirty little looks that I've been told I'm so good at. Luckily it seemed to work as he started to take a little step toward me.
"Yea, no problem. Just give me a minute and I'll saddle up one of the horses for you," he said with a shrug.
If he had stepped any closer to me I probably could have licked his nose, but I definitely felt that slight little touch as his bare arm brushed up against my breasts. Although it was hot as hell in that barn, I could feel my nipples harden from that little brush of his body on mine.
Walking over to the trough that ran along the wall, he quickly stooped over and turned the water on. Now that he was much closer to me than up in that loft, I could see how gorgeous this guy actually was. Little drops of sweat were rolling down his bare back, and it struck me that he was actually very sexy. My irritation at my aunt and uncle for sending me over to this ranch was slowly dissipating as I watched him pour water over his head. Now why was I just standing there staring? It's not like I hadn't seen a dripping wet guy before. Then again, I was wondering what it would feel like to be one drop of water running down his chest and over that flat, tan stomach. Just as I was thinking where that drop of water would end of up, he blew water all over my face and chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there," he said almost seeming embarrassed. From the look on his face, I knew that he really didn't mean to make my shirt so wet.
