Lacey looked at her watch. It was about 8:30. She knew that her husband was well on his way out of town, and wouldn't be back until late tonight. Staying at home on the farm had its perks, but at the same time, it got very lonely on cold, rainy days like this. She finished clearing the dishes from breakfast into the sink, and restarted the dryer. There really wasn't much to do.
Soon, she heard tires crunching on the gravel of the driveway. She peeked out the window to see Ryan pulling into the driveway. Her pulse quickened. Ryan was one of the employees of the farm. He had worked for Lacey's father for a few years before she took over the farm. He was rugged, fit, and strong. They had always been friends. There was a history there, and Ryan enjoyed the "fringe benefits" of his job, which was probably why he stayed. Lacey went outside to meet him, falling into his embrace. He kissed her quickly as she smiled at him.
"We can't stay out here like this, Lace" Ryan warned, pulling back from her. "Someone might see us." Lacey looked up at him and smiled. "Follow me" she said as she started for one of the barns. She walked briskly, her blonde ponytail brushing across her back. Ryan felt a familiar twitch in his jeans as he watched her walk. She had a fast pace and a long stride. The more turned on she was, the faster she seemed to walk.
Lacey turned sideways and slid through a door that was barely open. "Come here" she said, leading Ryan into the dark barn. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he felt Lacey's hand reach out. She pulled him up against her back. As he wrapped his arms around her, her left hand reached down, gently brushing across the front of his jeans. She could already feel his hard shaft, and she giggled as she stepped away. "Someone's looking forward to this." She said playfully.
She walked around a corner, and then stopped. She twisted a wood bar and popped open a small door. She crawled up and into what was once an old oat bin. She held her hand out to Ryan and pulled him in.
"You've been planning this, haven't you?" Ryan asked as he looked around. There was a pile of blankets and throw pillows set up as a makeshift bed. "Possibly" Lacey replied as she grabbed the box of matches she had placed on a beam. A guilty smile spread across her face as she struck the match. "So what if I was? Are you going to punish me or something?" she asked quizzically as she lit the candles that were placed around the bin.
"I just might" Ryan growled playfully as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close to him. "Naughty little girls deserve it." He grabbed her hips and pushed his hardness against her. She reached up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. His hands cupped her face as he slid his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues wrestled, he reached back and pulled her ponytail loose. Her long blonde hair fell messily around her face.
Lacey reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it, undoing his belt and reaching for his zipper. As she slid the zipper down, she reached into his jeans and felt for his bulging manhood. Ryan's hands left her face and pushed them down. Lacey reached for the band of his boxer briefs, sliding them down and letting his impressive erection spring free.
