Uncle Frank had been my favorite uncle since I was a kid. Frank is my mother's brother and had spent his younger days in the merchant marine traveling the world on freighters.
Uncle Frank had been everywhere and fascinated me with is stories. I would sit for hours listening to tales of his adventures around the world.
By the time Uncle Frank settled down and got a shore job he was in his late thirties and never did get married. He bought a gentleman's farm just outside the city where we lived and kept some livestock and tended to a market garden.
Uncle Frank's income was from selling his vegetables, eggs and pork he butchered.
Frank kept a couple of quarter horses on his place, a Golden Palomino stallion and a Appaloosa gelding. I spent many days there riding the gelding along the trails with Uncle Frank on the Palomino.
My visits to Uncle Frank's were mostly for the day but during the summer of my eighteenth birthday Uncle Frank offered to employ me for the summer so I could earn some money to attend college in the Fall. My parents delivered me to Uncle Frank with a couple of suitcases of my belongings.
The house was a century-old stone building with six bedrooms. Uncle Frank had a hired hand who occupied one of the bedrooms and I was given the choice of one of the four unused ones. I unpacked my stuff in the room between Uncle Frank's and Dave, the hired hand's.
Dave was a blond hair drifter about twenty-five to thirty-years-old. He had an incredible body in good shape from constant physical activity.
One afternoon Dave and I were in the loft moving the bales of hay into manageable piles. It was hot and humid and the air was filled with dust from the hay.
Dave had removed his shirt and rivulets of perspiration were rolling down his tanned back.
"It's not fair you guys can take your shirts off." I grumbled.
The plaid shirt I was wearing was soaked with sweat.
"You can take yours off." Dave smiled.
There was no one else around, Uncle Frank was in town a t work. I decided to call his bluff.
Slowly and deliberately I began to unfasten the buttons down the front of my shirt. Unfastening the last button I peeled the shirt off my arms displaying my well filled white bra. Tossing the shirt aside a reached behind and unhooked the bra.
The tension released and I pulled the bra forward allowing my creamy white mounds to tumble out into Dave's view.
He gazed mesmerized at my 38D breasts with their broad pink nipples.
That was as far as it went that afternoon. Dave watching my bare breasts bouncing around in the hot dusty loft as I piled bales wearing only my blue jeans.
