Blair sauntered over to her car as Ryan drove slowly out of the parking lot. Her clit throbbed in her sopping skivvies. The driver’s door was barely closed when she had her hand down the front of her jeans.
Warm liquid coated her fingers as they sunk into swollen folds. Her thumb pressed circles on her clit while her fingers stretched and rimmed her pliant hole.
Blair reclined the seat and closed her eyes, imagining Ryan’s velveteen cock plunging in and out of her slick cunt. A moan escaped her lips as she came, shuddering behind the steering wheel.
She brought the coated hand to her lips and sucked her middle finger, tasting her own juice. A grin crossed Blair’s face while she thought of soon sharing her sweet nectar with Ryan.
The weekend crawled by torturously. Blair tried to distract herself; by reading, working out, cleaning her apartment… She masturbated often to pass the time, thinking of her handsome farm boy.
On Monday she donned some Daisy Duke’s and a midriff-baring, sleeveless button-up. She painted on cherry red lipstick just before getting out of her car to wait on the store bench.
A few minutes before 6:00 am the old blue truck rolled into the parking lot. A wide grin broke across Blair’s face and she eagerly sprang up from the bench.
“Good morning!” she chirped, hopping into the pickup. Ryan’s aftershave filled her nostrils, and he met her gaze with those sparkling jade eyes. A wave of euphoria hit Blair and her pulse quickened. She was so overcome she had failed to notice Ryan was not alone in the truck.
“Mornin’, Blair,” he smiled. “This is Caleb, my cousin.” He motioned to the back seat with his eyes and a toss of his head. Blair’s heart skipped a beat as she followed his glance over her shoulder to see a teenage boy with an acne-riddled face smiling from under a dirty ball cap.
“Howdy,” he piped cheerily.
“Oh, uh, hi,” Blair answered half-heartedly. Her lusty mood instantly deflated but she forced herself to maintain a smile.
“Did you have a good weekend?” Ryan asked.
“Eh, it was fine. Pretty boring.” I thought of you while I fingered myself. Her inner voice spoke silently.
“How about you?”
“We went fishin’,” Caleb chimed in from the backseat.
Blair glanced back at him and then at Ryan. “Oh yeah? Did you catch anything?”
“You bet! We got several bass and some trout. There’s a cooler full of fish on ice back there!” He grinned widely and motioned toward the truck bed.
“Yeah, we did alright,” Ryan piped up. He smiled at Blair and his model-good looks reawakened the heat in her pelvis. Her left hand twitched and for a split second, she reached toward his thigh before stopping herself. She adjusted her position on the bench as a cover and the movement caused a slickness between her swelling lips. A flush crossed her face and chest.
“Are you okay?” Ryan’s voice only provoked a stronger reaction in her.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered too emphatically.
“You sure? Looked like you felt sick there for a moment.”
“No, I’m fine.” Blair pivoted the conversation quickly. “So, Caleb, are you going to be working with us today?” Please say no. Please say no.
“Nah,” he shook his head exaggeratedly. “I got my own chores to do.”
Blair chuckled and took an easy breath. She smiled at Ryan and he grinned back with a twinkle in his eye. His cock twitched in his jeans. Blair pretended not to notice, though a heat quickly spread between her thighs.
“We just gotta drop him off, then we can get started.”
The truck turned left down a gravel lane and Blair saw a stately white farmhouse about half a mile in the distance. Along the right side of the driveway was a gigantic garden that spanned several acres. “Wheeeew,” Blair whistled.
“Yeah. This garden has been around for over 50 years. Since my great-grandparents built this house. Now my aunt and uncle live here.”
“And moi!” Caleb spouted before Blair could respond.
Ryan brought the truck to a stop in front of the porch steps.
“Well, Caleb, let’s get that cooler unloaded.” Ryan swung the creaky door open. “This will just take a second,” he told Blair with a wink.
“Nice to meet you, Blair! Hopefully, we’ll see each other again soon.”
“Bye, Caleb. Great meeting you!” Blair watched Ryan lift the cooler out of the bed and hand it to the teen.
“Tell your mama I said hello.”
“Will do. Thanks for a fun weekend.” He started up the stairs and Ryan climbed back in the truck.
“Where to now?” Blair asked, leaning subtly towards his side of the cab. The truck rolled slowly down the drive, gravel crunching noisily.
“I wanted to call you this weekend,” Ryan announced unprompted. “But I spent the whole time with Caleb at the cabin. There’s no cell service there.”
Blair smiled at him and ran her fingers along his thigh. “But you thought about me?”
“Ha!” He exclaimed, looking at her with a lusty grin. “I could barely think about anything else after Friday. Thank you, by the way.”
“It was my pleasure,” she purred. “I thought about you plenty this weekend too. While I touched myself,” she added with a sultry wink.
“That is so hot,” Ryan blushed. “You’re going to make getting chores done today very difficult.”
“I do make things hard sometimes.” Blair rubbed her hand over his stiffening cock. She realized the truck was no longer moving and looked out the window. “Why are we still sitting here?”
“This is our first stop. We gotta harvest vegetables from the garden.” Ryan held her hand still on his lap. He leaned toward her and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Tongues mingled and moans filled the truck.
Although she had already had his dick in her mouth, this kiss was more intimate. Her heart fluttered and she felt almost light-headed. After several seconds Ryan pulled away and glanced out each of the windows.
“We can’t do this here. My cousins are all blabber-mouths and my Granpa would be mad if he caught word of the two of us fooling around.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He thinks of me as your boss and it would be an inappropriate relationship.”
Blair furrowed her brow and smirked with curiosity as she scooted back towards her side of the cab. “I didn’t realize HR at this company was so strict,” she jeered. Her icy blue eyes stared deeply into his as she asked, “Does that mean we can fool around, as long as we don’t get caught?”
Ryan’s cock again twitched in his jeans and again Blair pretended not to notice. She stared intently, waiting for his response. A sly smile slowly spread across Ryan’s face, and he looked out the windows again.
Seeing no one around, he leaned toward Blair and ran a hand over her bare thigh. Blair inhaled at his touch and spread her legs expectantly. Ryan dragged his fingertips under the hem of her shorts.
“We can fool around,” he whispered, fingers creeping closer to her groin, “after we get some work done.” He held his hand still, just centimeters from her moistening lips. Blair whimpered as he withdrew.
“Fine. I’ll be good until then. What are we harvesting?”
They exited the truck and Ryan handed her a pair of gloves and pruning shears. The garden was dense with vines and offered ample shade as they spent the next couple of hours filling wooden crates with cucumbers, bell peppers, and okra.
They chatted more about his weekend fishing at the family’s lakeside cabin and about his loose-lipped cousins. Ninety’s pop music played through Blair’s phone, and they hummed along, singing occasionally.
As the sun rose higher in the sky sweat beaded on her neck and trickled down Blair’s spine. She had her head down between some cucumber vines and her ass in the air, shaking to the beat of a song when a sharp slap rippled across her buttock. Blair let out a squeal and jolted upward getting caught up in the wire trellis. She fell backward into Ryan’s broad chest and outstretched arms.
“Sorry!” he blurted out between laughs. Blair spun around to face him, now giggling herself. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I couldn’t resist getting a handful of that rear-end you were just waving all around.”
Blair blushed and laughed more heartily. “That’s okay. I suppose I was, sort of, asking for it.” She stayed there, pressed against him, delighting in his warm breath against her cheek. She tilted her chin to meet his lips in another open mouth kiss.
The amount of physical contact electrified her. She writhed against him, pushing her groin into his. Ryan let his hands slide down from Blair’s waist to palm her butt cheeks, fingertips digging into bare flesh.
“You’re so fine, Blair. I can’t wait to give you the attention you’re craving,” he whispered against her ear.
“Mmmmm…” she purred. “That sounds delightful.”
The sound of an approaching ATV engine cut through the music and Ryan released Blair, stepping backward. He picked up a crate full of peppers as the 4×4 pulled into view.
“Hey!” Caleb called out. “Mom thought you guys might want some breakfast.” He opened a soft-sided lunchbox he had slung across his chest and removed two foil packages, which he handed to Ryan. “Breakfast burritos,” he smiled.
“Nice! Tell her we said thanks.”
“I will. She’s excited to fry up the fish we caught for dinner. Of course, you’re invited.” He looked past Ryan at Blair who had sat down in the shade of the cuke vines. “You should come too, Blair.”
“Oh, yeah?” She looked at Caleb and then Ryan who offered a smile and a shrug.
“Absolutely! Dinner’s at 7:00!” Caleb steered the 4×4 away and tore off down the gravel lane, leaving a white dust cloud in his wake.
Ryan brought the burritos over to Blair and sat down next to her on the ground.
“So, fish fry dinner?” she queried aloud. “Was he just being polite? Or will I look rude if I don’t come?”
Ryan chuckled, taking a bite of his burrito. “I don’t think it was manners that compelled him to invite you. He probably thinks you’re hot and wants a reason to see more of you.”
Blair chuckled. “And what about you? Do you want to see more of me?” She moved from sitting to perched on all fours with her face a foot in front of his. Ryan smirked and let his gaze trail down the gaping front of her shirt to her breasts.
“I’d love to see all of you,” his gold and green eyes meeting hers. “But not here.” He stood up and helped Blair to her feet. “Let’s get these crates over to the storage barn. And then see if we can find some privacy.”
“Oooh,” she cooed with excitement. “Let’s get going then!”
They loaded up the crates and headed toward their next destination.
“How far is the storage barn?” Blair asked in a suggestive tone. Her hand stroked Ryan’s thigh, grazing his crotch intermittently.
“Only five minutes,” he replied, frowning playfully. Blair made an exaggerated sad face. “Usually, that would be considered a good thing,” he laughed.
“I suppose,” Blair rolled her eyes and turned up the radio. Moments later they pulled up to a cluster of green steel-frame barns.
“Come on, hot stuff.” Ryan got out and opened the tailgate. Blair followed him. He handed her a crate and she followed him to one of the buildings.
Inside the barn there was a large metal door Blair recognized as a walk-in cooler. Ryan pulled the door open and a blast of cold air rushed over Blair’s body. Her nipples hardened and her legs prickled with goosebumps.
“All the crates go in here,” he said, entering the chilled room full of vegetables. It took only a few minutes to unload the boxes of vegetables from the truck. Blair was stacking a crate of peppers against the back wall of the cooler when she felt Ryan sidle up behind her.
She stood up and leaned into him, feeling his hardness press against her. He bent his head and breathed into her ear. “We have plenty of privacy in here.” His hands were roaming her body, cupping her breasts through her sports bra.
Blair moaned, feeling the damp heat spread through her groin. Ryan kissed her neck and shoulders.
“I want to thank you for Friday.” His hands unbuttoned her denim shorts. “A proper thank you, I mean.” He turned her around to face him.
Blair met his lips in a greedy kiss. He held her tightly, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. She let her hands explore his well-muscled frame, palms lingering on his hard pecs, trailing down his firm belly. The feel of his bodily warmth in contrast to the cool air was invigorating.
Ryan knelt in front of Blair, pulling her shorts down to her ankles. She giggled and gave a shiver, looking down at him. He pressed his nose against her neatly manicured bush and breathed deeply.
The scent of her ready cunt made him rock hard. He dipped his tongue into her slit and Blair’s knees quivered. He lapped at her again, letting her juices coat his tongue. Blair laced her fingers through his dark hair, tugging gently. He found her swollen bud and flicked it gingerly. “Ohh…Ryan,” she whined.
Swiftly he scooped her up and sat her upon a stack of empty crates in the corner.
“Don’t wiggle too much. Wouldn’t want to get a splinter in that pretty ass,” he smirked.
Blair giggled and pulled her shorts over her feet. She leaned forward with outstretched arms and Ryan helped lift her enough so that she could slide the denim between her bum and the wooden slats.
“There,” she smiled. “Please, resume.”
“With pleasure.” He pushed her knees apart to gain better access and smiled at the view. The cool air tickled her wetness adding a delicious sensation. His tongue slid along her glistening labia, delicately tasting her. He alternated circling her clit with a hard tongue and sucking on it with soft lips.
Blair writhed and moaned at his touch. Her hand stroked his scalp and neck, caressing him. “That feels so good, Ryan.” She tugged at his hair, and he lifted his face to look at hers. Even in the dull light of the walk-in, his green eyes sparkled. He smiled at her and dove back between her thighs.
His tongue moved faster now, flicking her pink bean and probing deeper. He held her knees apart wider and probed the edges of her entrance. His tongue-cock penetrated her tight hole and Blair gasped. He moved his head to and fro, thrusting in and out of her.
Blair gripped his head and rocked her hips, aiding his endeavor. Her moans grew higher in pitch as she edged toward orgasm. Ryan’s tongue flattened and lapped up to her clit. He dragged up and down along her slick lips, listening to her whine.
His cock strained against his Wranglers. He wanted to slip it inside Blair’s dripping slot but remained focused on devouring her. Her juices coated his chin and he delighted in her taste. Her hot flesh yielded under his touch. Again he stiffened his tongue and pushed it into her as deeply as he could.
Blair held his head with one hand and steadied herself against the cooler wall with the other. She could feel her orgasm rising like a pot coming to boil. She pulled him closer so that his nose bumped her clitoris as he plunged into her. Her eyes watched his handsome face as he pleased her, his wavy hair laced between her fingers.
Ryan maintained his tongue thrusting, fingers pressing into soft thighs. Blair humped his face, urging him on. “Yes, Ryan. Unh!” Her back arched and Ryan felt her muscles spasm around his tongue. The sensation nearly pushed him to climax as well. Blair squealed as hot nectar gushed from deep within and coated her thighs. Ryan licked at her moistened flesh and kissed her tender bud.
Blair pulled his head up and he smiled at her with a wet face. Blair kept tugging until he stood and brought his face to hers. She kissed him deliberately, tasting herself upon his lips and tongue.
Ryan’s eyes widened. He’d never experienced a girl doing that in real life. His cock throbbed with intense desire. While they kissed, Blair unzipped his pants. The sudden presence of room and cold air made him gasp.
Without saying anything, Blair leaned forward and took his entire hard-on into her mouth. His helmet was slick with precum and the feel of her warm tongue cradling his length caused more to seep out. Blair closed her lips around him and sucked for just a moment before he exploded down her throat. She swallowed vigorously, keeping her eyes on his, even as his lids fluttered wildly. He opened them as the last drops spurted from his tip onto Blair’s tongue.
Ryan watched her lick her lips and swallow again, eyes never leaving his. “Uhh-huh-huh,” he made a guttural noise of pleasure.
“Help me down?” she reached out for his hand. He aided her off the stack of crates and handed her the denim shorts which now had a large wet spot. They both snickered.
“I’m glad you found us some privacy,” she smiled, slipping the shorts back on over sticky thighs.
“Me too,” re-concealing his spent cock in his jeans.
“Now, let’s get out of here. My titties are freezin’!”
