It has been a while since I have submitted a story here. All comments are welcome, please don't be too harsh. :) thank you.
Monica Santos was on her way back to her ranch in southern Arizona from the farmer's market. Driving with a purpose, as she wanted to get home and start supper. It had been a long day for her, hell it had been a long six months since she caught her longtime boyfriend Boyd banging the town whore from behind in the bathroom at the Double Barrell bar. Since that time, her once cheerful demeanor toward everyone changed to scorn, especially when it came to men. And she told herself that day to never trust a man again. As she drove through the gate and parked her truck, she noticed a figure sitting on her porch, holding a newspaper, she figured the person was responding to her ad about adding farm help. She walked towards the man with caution and watched him as he smoked a rolled cigarette, the jailhouse kind.
"May I help you sir?" She asked the man.
The man took another drag of the cigarette, put it out on his boot and stood up. He was a towering figure over her, she figured the man to be at least 6'4" tall.
"I walked a long way, responding to your ad, I wanted to see if it was still available." He replied back.
"Yes, the help is still needed. Have you done any type of work like this?" She asked him.
"I worked on a farm back in Texas for five years. I know my way around a farm. I see that the fencing needs to be worked on. And so does your barn from what I can see so far." He stated back.
"The requirements are simple, up at sunrise, stop at sunset, I expect 110% at all times and no slacking for any reason." She told the man as she looked in his eyes, which were light brown.
"I understand. Is there anything more I need to know before I can start work?" He asked her.
"Yes, you can tell me your name." She replied with curiosity.
"My name's Joe, Joe Willis." He told her.
"I'm Monica Joe, nice to meet you, let me show you around." She replied.
For the next hour she showed him around the ranch and told him the stories about it. The ranch was given to her by her father who passed away when she was 18. She had dreamed of leaving the town but she did not want her family to lose the farm so she sacrificed her dreams for her family's wishes. Joe mentally took notes in his head, and he was also checking her out from behind. Her tight fitting shirt and jeans showed a very slim body, pert breasts and a very firm ass. Joe was just about to get a bulge in his pants but he quickly recovered when she turned around.
"That is the story, I'll show you to where you will be living while you work here." She told him and he follwed her to the guest house out back by the barn.
"The day starts at 6 am, ends when the sun falls. Come on, it's time for supper." She told him and he followed her into the house.
Over dinner, Monica watched Joe eat his food. Studying him intently as he took each bite. She wondered why a man like him would come to her ranch and become a farm hand for a woman.
"So Joe, tell me more about yourself." She asked him. And when she looked at him, she had gotten the sense that he was a hardened man.
Joe told her about himself and his family over the next hour. His mother and father were both alcoholics and were pretty much never around so it left him to care for himself and he ran away at the age of 16 going around the southwest, learning farm work to earn a living. He brushed his long hair back and looked at her hazel eyes as he told her in detail where he had been, what he had done and why he did it. Joe was not a violent man, but when pushed he pushed back and that usually meant trouble for any other man that challenged him.
"I guess that is about it. Not a pristine life on my end." He said.
"So, what's the deal with you, no husband, boyfriend?" He asked with interest because the more he looked at her the more he felt a rise in his jeans.
"Nope. The fucking loser cheated on me at the bar. But that is another story for another time. It's time for bed, long day tomorrow." She replied back. Monica did not want to open up to him just yet so she went to her room to get some sleep while Joe headed to the guest house out back.
Over the next few months, Joe became a steady and reliable hand for her as he had gotten a lot of things done from getting the fence done, to fixing the barn doors and even getting her tractor up and working. And while the work was going on, the two bonded closely, and a lot of sexual chemistry. One day while Joe was stacking the hay in the barn, he saw Monica walk in wearing cut off shorts showing off her fantastic legs. Joe is a leg man and he quickly got a bulge in his pants at the sight of her.
"Wow, you're almost done in here. It would have took me years to get it organized in here." She said with approval.
"The barn is the easy part, it's everything else that is hard." He replied.
"I see that." She said back while taking a peek at the bulge he had developed. Monica had not had a good fuck since her relationship had ended. And even that was not good sex as the ex's cock was a bit on the small side. But from the outline of Joe's tent, she figured him to be at least eight inches. And her pussy was getting wet instantly.
