"What just happened there?," Steven asked himself. He had just gotten the most dazzling smile from the neighbor's farmhand.
Steven lived on a disused farm. He had a good position as an associate professor and researcher at the university, and it would often have been easier, and better for his career, with a house or an apartment closer to the city centre. But for his wife, Ruth, it had been crucial to have the opportunity to pursue her great hobby: riding horses. Steve had accepted that there were also advantages to living close to nature for him, and not least for their seven-year-old daughter, Lynette.
Their neighbor's property was still very much active as a farm. It was a modern pig farm. This sometimes caused some odor nuisance, and also noise, especially in the harvest. However, the neighboring couple, Brad and Anna, kept the place nice and tried to show consideration.
However, Steven and Ruth did not have any real friendship with Brad and Anna. From the beginning, it was as if there was a common agreement that they lived in their own worlds. When Brad had inquired if they were interested in selling their property, the mood had not improved either. Brad had wanted to add the few acres that Anna's horses walked on to his own land, and he explained that it would also be more rational if they could tear down the old stable buildings and use the house as a home for their changing helpers. But Ruth had been slightly offended. She now felt that she was standing in the way of Brad and Anna's expansion plans.
So far, there was usually only one farmhand at a time with Brad and Anna. They were typically on site for a year at a time. Steven made an effort to greet them when he met them. They had been young men up to that point, and Steven was fully aware that he had a well-paid and prestigious job in town, while these young men toiled from morning to night, in a stank of manure.
Steven didn't want to give the impression that he thought he was better than them. That is why he consistently greeted them, whether he met them in the village grocery store, or they passed him on a tractor when he drove to or from town in his car.
The farmhands always greeted him back -- but also just that. There was something dismissive in their attitude. This also applied to the first times he greeted the latest farmhand.
But she was not a young man, but a young woman. And suddenly, the third or fourth time he greeted her, she greeted him back with her sparkling smile. Steven wasn't used to women paying special attention to him. Well, maybe students and staff at the university who knew his merits. But women who didn't know Steven or who weren't able to understand his talents rarely paid attention to him. He was a good-looking, younger man, but he was spliced, and he looked like what he himself admitted he was: A bookworm. A nerd.
Steven thought that the farmhand might have mistaken him for someone else, and pushed it away again. But since then, he got the same sparkling smile every time he greeted her.
One day he met her in the grocery store. He greeted her a little cautiously -- he was a little unsure of himself. But he got the usual radiant smile, and up close he noticed that it was supported by deep dimples.
"Hey," she said. "Good that we finally meet. I usually just wave to you from the tractor. My name is Sally," she said and shook hands.
"Steven," Steven said, reciprocating the handshake, still a little unsure of himself. He didn't want to seem inappropriate. She made an impression on him that he could not understand.
Although he had taken pains not to appear big-nosed to the farmhelps, he could not fool himself: he found them repulsive in their dirty clothes and often also dubious manners, which he heard about mostly from gossip in the city. Sally got just as dirty when she worked, and today, when she had time off, she had come to the grocery store to buy cigarettes and a few beers. Under the open leather jacket she wore a shirt that seemed to be a number or two too small, so a pair of plump breasts were accentuated in a vulgar way.
In short: She seemed simple and was not a person he would normally have sought association with.
But there was something... sexy about her. She was not particularly beautiful. She had freckles on pale skin, and her hair was short and blonde, almost red. She was also slightly taller than Mark, even though he was of average height for men. But there was something animalistic about her. He sensed a young woman who was just living life, without thinking much about things.
They talked a little there in the grocery store. Or, as Steven sadly noted afterwards, she was the only one who asked about his life. He must have seemed rude. He told her about his family, why they lived, where they did, and what he did for a living.
However, she did not comment on what he told her. She just listened, and smiled her lovely smile. Steven lay thinking about it in bed at night. She's a nature girl, he thought. He had invented the phrase himself, but he thought it was adequate. Academic learning and norms did not mean anything to her. He felt his member become stiff. He rubbed it gently, listening to Ruth's regular breathing. He wanted to masturbate, but he didn't want to risk waking her up. He just had to try to fall asleep.
Xxxxx
Sally was happy with her new job.
Firstly, it was better paid than the jobs she had previously had. Secondly, this was exactly the type of work she liked -- taking care of animals and driving around with large machines. Thirdly, her new employers were the no-nonsense types she found it easiest to get along with.
For example, they had told her bluntly about their misgivings about hiring her. They usually only hired men, and it didn't help that her criminal record had some blemishes either. But it was difficult to find assistants at all, and as Brad had said: Perhaps the two disadvantages could outweigh each other. Her two mild violent sentences from the juvenile penal system indicated that she had the punchiness of a man.
On top of that, there was a fourth advantage: She could enjoy the sight of her neighbor's two horses on a daily basis. She was deeply fascinated by the large and muscular animals. She hoped that one day she would have the opportunity to see the stallion's big cock.
So she was satisfied, and Brad and Anna kindly noted after a month that things were going well. They had nothing to complain about regarding her work, and if she continued like this, she could look forward to a pay rise. They had noticed that on her days off she went to town, and a couple of times she hadn't come home until late the next day. It seemed natural for a young woman to party and meet men, and they were also happy that Sally settled in that way.
In reality, it was mostly out of boredom that Sally went out. Having some casual sex with a drunk young man from a bar might be fun enough for a night, but it was another thrill she was seeking.
And... Then she found that thrill, and even right next door.
The neighbor, the one whose wife had the horses, had sometimes greeted her when he randomly drove past her in the morning, when she was driving feed to the pigs. She had wondered a little, because they didn't know each other, and they wouldn't come to it either. But she greeted him back.
