After his giggle, Shannon said "I think there's a lot that I can help you with..." with a slight lisp and another wink...
I was about ready to grab his lithe little body like a rag doll, flip him over and shove Mr. Happy back into his home in Shannon's (now) worn out asshole, when I heard a voice in the distance...
"Shannon!! You out here?"
"Shannon?" it cried out again, sounding a little closer, and also feminine...
"Shit! It's my sister! It must be way past one o'clock and my parents probably sent her out to find me...They're a little too much!!" he said exasperated as he tried to get himself back together and not look like he just got the shit fucked out him! Almost literally!!
I did tell his father we would only work until one due to the heat and sun working in the middle of the field...
"Shannon! Where are ya at?" his sister continued, now closer.
I, too, straightened myself up, yanking up my pants and getting my shirt back on after ripping it off in wild, lustful abandon not too long ago...
We both looked sweaty and worn, but the reason we were out there in the first place was to put up the fence, so how we looked made sense, just as long as we had our clothes on - HaHa!...If my pants were still around my ankles as the sweat was pouring off me, and we were only out for a walk, I guess that would be more suspicious...
I peered out between my F350 and its attached Homesteader trailer with its high sides. The truck and trailer were good cover for us. I saw a young female, in blue shorts and a tighter fitting yellow blouse walking through the tall grass following the path of matted-down grass I made with the truck and trailer when we came out here this morning. She, like Shannon, had blonde hair, although hers was longer and fuller. From what I could see, she had quite a figure on her, too!
She raised her face up to call again - "Shannon!"
"Yeah, I'm here, we were just finishing for the day!" Shannon yelled back as he rounded the front of the truck where she could see him.
Her face was beautiful, and almost angelic...I have to say I felt a little taken by her...She, like Shannon, looked younger than her age. Shannon had told me earlier during some casual talk as we worked that he had a twin sister, so she had to be eighteen like him.
She walked up to him and said, "Well, you ready to go...Ma was getting a little worried and she wants you to have some lunch"
"Yeah, like I said, we're pretty much done today - we'll come back here tomorrow... Oh, Jessie, this here is Mr. Lyons - I'm helping him with his fence...He just bought this property a few months back."
She sheepishly looked up at me, and daintily raised her little hand "Pleased to meet'cha"
"My pleasure, name's Jim Lyons, you guys can just call me Jim, if you'd like..." I said as I gently touched her hand - and my heart skipped a beat, then fluttered, and I'm sure my face looked flustered..."Boy, sure is hot today..." I said in a feeble attempt to cover my flushed face...Her hand felt so delicate and soft, that I felt bad having to touch it with my own rough, working hand...But her touch sent shivers down my spine...
She shook my hand quickly, giggling and looking down, as she said "Yeah, especially out in the sun with no shade...And you're Mr. Lyons to us...Our parents make sure we respect our elders" looking me straight in the eyes with a soft smile on her face...
"Hey, hop in the truck...You don't have to walk back...I'll get the AC going, and Shannon and I will get the last of the tools in the trailer..."
"Thank you, Mr. Lyons!" and she skirted up into the front passenger seat as I held the door.
I drove them back with some small talk along the way, and dropped them off at their driveway down the road. I returned to my house thinking of Jessie.
Even though I was still hot and sweaty (and horny for that young vixen I just met) I pulled up some porn as I sat down in a patio lounger on my back porch overlooking nothing but fields behind my house. I stroked myself to another mind-blowing orgasm, swiping the sweat from my forehead and face onto my hand, along with some off my chest, all to lube my rock-hard cock as I watched an 18 year old blonde take a load of cum on her face in a fake casting call for porn. I closed my eyes and pictured Jessie's full lips clamped down on my cock head, then it hit me and I shuddered at the first jets of cum. Almost three full spurts shot out like a cannon, the first spattering across my chin, mouth, cheek and left eye, the next hitting my neck, and the last oozing up and falling down my fingers as they clenched my cock...I couldn't move for a few minutes, just sat there basking in a warm afterglow thinking of Jessie...and almost dozed off contentedly.
I went inside, ate, then stripped off my clothes to take a shower. I almost felt cold from the air-conditioning. I hopped in the shower, and then got dressed. Still, it was only not even 4 o'clock in the afternoon...so I went out to the front porch with a beer, turned on the ceiling fan and decided to just enjoy the rest of the afternoon watching traffic go by on the road about 100 yards away from the porch.
At some point I noticed a girl riding her bike along the road. As she rode in front of my house, she seemed to be looking towards my house, then an arm went up and began waving. I realized then it was Jessie, and I felt twitch in my loins, and an empty space in my chest as it felt like my heart stopped...
She continued on, and I just settled back into my chair, content that she seemed to acknowledge me.
A short while later, this same bicyclist appeared in my peripheral view coming back, only this time she turned down my drive way. I sat up, and wondered what was wrong, or what she was doing?
She pedaled up to the porch, and just said "Hello.." with a winded gasp. I exchanged pleasantries with her and offered her a cold drink...water, iced tea, lemonade...things I knew I had in my fridge. She accepted a lemonade, and in short order she was on my porch drinking it as we started some small chat. She thanked me for the ride, and for giving Shannon something to do. She said her father was grateful I got him out and worked him...I guess they don't know how well I worked that fucking sissy!
She said she didn't have long, since dinner would be soon, but she hoped to take a ride after, maybe 7 or 7:30, and perhaps she'd see me again. I said okay, and looked forward to possibly seeing her shortly. I even told her I might take a bike ride myself after dinner.
Which I did...
