I was driving through a desolate area of the Karoo in South Africa when my engine started to splutter. Shit! I cursed as I looked around me. In the distance I could see a windmill. I figured there must be a house nearby. If only my car would hold out until then.
I turned off the main road and down a dusty track, heading for the windmill. The car was jerking and splattering madly now. A short while later it died completely. I got out and started walking in the direction of the homestead. And then I heard a sound. I looked around and saw a tractor coming towards me. It drew up next to me and the farmer cut the engine. And what a sight he was.
Tall, well built and ruggedly handsome with naturally sun bleached hair. He had warm brown eyes and full red lips that looked a little too ripe and sensual. He was poured into tiny khaki shorts that framed his juicy, beefy butt and showed off his heavy package in the front. I could see tufts of brown hair in the valley of his close fitting shirt. Brown hairs dusted his shapely, sun bronzed legs. I got wood immediately and squirmed as I tried to hide it.
'You got problems with the car.' he stated as he thrust out his large hand.
'Hi Kevin.' I told him.
'Koos.' he replied. 'We'll tow the car back to the house.'
He got a piece of rope from out of the tractor cab and set about hitching me up. He was totally in control and I felt superfluous. All I could do was stand and watch, enjoying the sight of his shorts riding up into his butt crack and the mound of man meat on display as he squatted.
'There. All done. Follow me.' he told me.
We arrived at the farmhouse and his pretty little wife came out to meet us. She was as dainty and petite as he was big and burly. Her long blonde hair flowed free and her beautiful shoulders were bare. I found myself getting quite turned on by her too. This was going to be a difficult time, I told myself. But they were so friendly I soon felt at ease. The house was very sparsely furnished. They told me they had recently taken over an abandoned farm and were trying to make a go of it.
We sat down in the lounge and Riana brought us some coffee. Koos told me not to worry about the car. He would get a mechanic friend to come have a look at it the next day. In the meantime I was to be their guest. A half hour later Riana came in and told Koos that his bath was ready. She then looked very embarrassed and said something to Koos in Afrikaans.