Hearing my grandfather get up out of bed in the next room I immediately woke up. I quickly got up to make him breakfast but first I had to get out of these shorts. I had gotten quite attached to them over the week. I liked them because they fit me so well.
As I posed in front of the mirror in my room with my back turned and looking over my shoulder. I could hear Martins voice in my head, "Your ass is nicer than most girls." Looking at how the shorts hugged my hips, they just did barely cover my smooth bubble butt. Plus if I bent over just right, the bottom of my nice curvy ass cheeks would just barely peak out.
With a sly smile I headed to the bathroom. Yeah I better not walk out in these. I don't think I could explain them to my grandfather. Brushing my teeth and washing my face I headed to the kitchen. I was already dreading and looking forward to this day all at the same time.
"You know that you're going to have to do the irrigation run with Martin today and tonight." My grandfather's voice booming at me in an even low tone just as I walked into the kitchen. I just nodded my head as he spoke. My grandfather was old but he wasn't stupid. He knew that there was something going on between Martin and me. He just didn't know what. As he sat there watching me start to cook his breakfast I assured him that all was well and the job would get done.
Then he reminded me that his girlfriend was having a cook out tomorrow and in order for me to be able to go I had to do the late night irrigation run by myself. "Martin did this morning's run alone, it's only fair," he mumbled. Again I nodded and let him know that I understood. I really wanted to go to this cookout because I wanted to see Janie. I really needed to talk to her.
I quickly put breakfast on the table and my grandfather ate pausing in-between bites to ask me what had gotten into me. I asked him what he meant and he proceeded to tell me that my cooking was better and the house never looked better. I just shrugged and played it off. It didn't take the old man long to finish his breakfast and after a little small talk he was out the door. Off he went to put in his Saturday half day of work before leaving for the weekend to get his groove on. I loved that crazy old man.
As soon as he was out the door I quickly went into my room and did my daily routine. After a full week I had become quite proficient at it. By this point the whole shaving, baby oil and lotion thing was a breeze. My body finally dried off allowing me to get dressed and I proceeded to clean the kitchen to start my day.
As I looked around I suddenly understood what the old man was talking about. I was proud of myself. Establishing my new routine had given me a new sense of purpose, it had carried over to all my other tasks. I was paying more attention to detail and everything was in order. The house was the cleanest I could ever remember it being. After patting myself on the back I went to my room and laid down for a minute letting time go by. But I knew that I had to eventually go see Martin.
I got up and did the final step of my routine. I had not done my cleansing yet because I kept telling myself it wasn't going to happen. But the more I thought about it the more I came to realize that deep down inside I wanted it to happen. I knew that if Martin pushed I wouldn't be able to say no so.
I mean who was I really trying to kid? I wanted Martin to make me his. I wanted to belong to him. But I wanted to belong to the nice Martin. The polite gentleman that made me fall for him. Not the crude pervert that almost choked me to the point of passing out. Not the Martin that made me feel violated and used. Deep down I wanted him but I was scared.
The walk to the workers quarters seemed longer than usual that day. It was a good little walk and the day was already heating up. I walked past the corral which as long as I could remember never held a cow much less a horse.
Past the repair barn which was the largest of all the buildings on the property. It was the place where all the tools were kept and space for all the equipment repairs. Next the 3 utility buildings that held everything from seed to fertilizer to equipment parts and finally the workers quarters.
Standing there in my work shirt and jeans I took a deep breath then exhaled.
Knocking on the door there was no answer at first. I knocked again. Just as I was reaching up to knock a third time the door opened. It opened so suddenly that it startled me. There in front of me in a pair of dirty jeans, his pants with the top button unfastened and the zipper pulled down stood Martin. His hair was uncombed and he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Even in that disheveled state that he was in I couldn't help but notice how good he looked. His hair mussed up, mannish boy face and his chiseled upper body. But all that stopped as soon as I looked into his brown eyes. I couldn't read them so I didn't know what to think. But to this day I do know that I was aroused at that moment. I can remember that I was getting that funny feeling in my balls that I knew meant only one thing. My cock was starting to dribble.
Martin took a step back and I knew that was his que for me to come in. Taking a deep breath then exhaling I stepped inside. As I looked around the room my mouth about hit the floor. Martin didn't say a word he just went back into his room and fell on the bed. Before me was a room full of empty and half empty beer bottles. Empty and half empty food containers. There was a pungent odor everywhere.
I can't explain why but my first reaction was sorrow. I felt so bad for Martin. In the entire time he had lived here his home was always spotless. Without hesitation I started picking up and cleaning. Gathering up all the trash then all the dirty dishes. Picking up the dirty clothes and tossing them in the laundry hamper.
After about an hour all the dishes were clean and I headed out with all the bags of trash. As I walked back inside I heard a voice call out from the kitchen. "Make me something to eat, something light." Without even thinking and to this day I don't know why. Two simple words came out of my mouth, "Yes sir."
My mind was racing but I kept calm. I quickly made him some toast and coffee. Don't laugh. I wasn't a chef, I was eighteen and all my senses were in overdrive. I was on the brink of losing my fucking mind.
As I set the small plate with toast and his coffee mug down in front of him Martin grabbed my hand pulling me onto his lap. Now my heart was racing. I placed my left hand in my right, resting them on my lap and my feet crossed as I sat on his lap looking down as he started talking.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" he would ask. As much as I wanted to answer him nothing came out of my mouth. He repeated the question and again I sat there silent. Placing his left hand on my back he started to gently stroke my back. My eyes instantly closed at the touch of his hand. I had missed that touch all week but I was too afraid to say anything.
