What you are about to read is a work of fiction. Although the characters are based on actual people their names have been changed. This story contains the feelings and the fantasies that an old man has about his daughter-in-law. None of what is contained herein ever happened.
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Melissa
Chapter One
"Did you remember to bring your safety glasses?" I asked Melissa as we simultaneously climbed into my old pickup.
"Yes", was her simple reply.
I hit the key and Red's motor cranked into life. Who in the hell is Red, you ask yourself. I know you'll get a chuckle out of this, but I have a personal relationship with my trucks. So they get a name. They are part of the family. There has been Rocky and Duke, but Red has a special spot in my heart. He and I have done a lot together and he holds some special memories. He is quite old and so therefore, his duties have been relegated to becoming the "ranch truck". That cool spring morning, pulling out of the driveway, I had no idea about the summer Red and I was going to have.
Melissa and I are on our way to the ranch. It's Saturday morning and Melissa and I have had a standing "date" for quite some time. My "ranch" is a beautiful 20 acre piece of land in south Texas that Amy, my wife, and I purchased a few years back. It was, and still is, vacant land and I have had countless hours of therapy clearing and watching the land transform into what was envisioned when the land was purchased.
Our "date" is her and I going out to the ranch and doing minor clearing and clean up of downed trees and the ever present prickly pear that seems to grow back overnight. Melissa is my daughter-in-law and she finds great pleasure in running a weed eater clearing out fence rows and, as she puts it, a near sexual experience after I let her use my chainsaw to cut down a few small saplings. We have a good time together working at the ranch and we both get added benefit from the physical exercise.
There is something about Melissa that I find very appealing. She will never be a "face" model, but she is beautiful. Her eyes will steel your heart, and her personality is very gregarious. She is open and fun loving and I enjoy her company immensely. She will never be a runway model, but she has what I think is a classic figure. Medium large breasts and an ass built for child bearing. She embodies all the things that the basic instincts in a man look for in a woman to bear his many children. And no skinny, anorexic specimen can do that. Melissa exudes a sensuality that is unmistakable. I find her sexy, very sexy.
Colt, my son, works for a company that has a lot of overseas work and he was recently sent out of the country for a year. So Amy, my wife, and I get the full benefit of playing with the grandbabies.
The drive from the house to the ranch takes us about an hour and on the way we stopped and got a couple of breakfast tacos and coffee. As always our conversation is invigorating as she is a very intelligent woman and the topics range from grandbabies to politics.
Once we arrive at the ranch, we hook ole Red to a small trailer I use to transport the brush from where we cut it down to either a burn pile or the compost area. Soon the silence is gone with the noise of weed eaters and chainsaws. Brush is cleared and moved and within minutes both of us are sweating profusely. I know, ladies don't sweat, they glisten, but not if they are doing the type of work Melissa and I are into.
After a couple hours we took a short break and sat at the picnic table I have under one of the big trees. Most of the trees remaining on the place are oaks, but there is one nice elm tree in what will eventually be the backyard, once the house is built.
We finish taking our break and get back to the tasks we have lined out for the day and by noon, we are well into completing what we had set as our goal for the day when we had arrived that morning. We had packed some hot dogs and all the condiments and buns, so I set about starting a small fire in the fire pit and we enjoy a couple of open fire dogs for our lunch.
Because we had made such good progress in the morning we did not feel compelled to rush and get back to work, so we just set and chatted for a while, and as sometimes happens with Melissa and I when we are alone we started talking about sex.
Now the conversations we have about this subject are never held when we are around the rest of the family, but when we are by ourselves no subject is taboo. Needless to say, the subject had gotten me a little hornier than usual and here I was sitting across the picnic table from my daughter-in-law with a partial erection.
I finally said that we needed to get back to work and finish up before the afternoon sun made it any hotter than it already was. So we cleaned up our dinner trash and started back to chopping the hell out of some prickly pear and moving it to the compost pile. Soon we were both again sweating and as I glanced over at Melissa, I noticed she was not wearing a bra.
Now Melissa has some nice titties. She had breast fed both of her children, so her breasts were nice and full and even though two babies had sucked and pulled on them, they had not lost their shape. They were just "nicer". The t-shirt she was wearing had become saturated with sweat and was clinging nicely to her titties. Her nipples were very evident as were the areolas around them. Needless to say I was taking a look quite often.
"Hey girl, what did you do with your titty holders", I finally asked.
"I was getting to damned hot with it on, so I went over to the privy and took it off after we ate" she replied.
"Why, is there a problem"? She asked.
"Nope, not from where I'm looking" I replied. "Besides, those pert nipples sticking to your wet t-shirt are nice to look at"
"Well, I'm glad I can give you something to look at besides this damned prickly pear" she retorted as she tossed another pitch fork full onto the trailer.
"Looking is not all I want to do with them titties" I smarted off to her.
She laughed and we continued to load up the trailer with the last little bit of the cut up cactus. My eyes were continually checking out Melissa's tits as we worked. Finally we jumped into Red and headed over to where I had some barrels arranged and prepped to hasten the composting of cactus and whatever else we threw into them.
We soon had the trailer cleared and into the barrels and we were in the process of putting the tops on the barrels. This activity brought us very close to each other and as we were working my elbow made contact with one of her breasts. We both froze. I turned my head toward Melissa and we made eye contact. She had yet to pull back and my arm was still touching her breast. My eyes asked the question and her eyes told me to go ahead, and I pulled a glove off and reached over and took one of her breasts into my grasp.
"Mmmmm" was the response from Melissa's lips.
I leaned into her and without breaking eye contact my lips made contact with hers. The kiss was that of a gentle lovers kiss. The first kiss. You know the kind. Not hard or demanding, just soft and gentle. The kind of kiss that says, "I want you". Her hands went around my neck and she pulled me gently into her, sending me the message that she wanted the kiss to last.
