Gretchen was the prettiest Amish girl you could find. She had the longest, blondest hair, the biggest blue eyes, and a great ass. She loved working at the local Amish market, waiting tables. She loved serving homemade pies and fresh-baked bread to locals and tourists alike, watching as familiar faces brightened at the taste of her people’s special recipes.
Gretchen’s days were filled with the soothing rhythm of farm life, but she cherished her time working at the Amish market. The bustling hub of activity provided a welcome contrast to the serene pace of her hometown. Gretchen didn’t know anything else other than being Amish, having lived only with her community throughout her eighteen years, but she had always felt a twinge of curiosity about the outside world.
As they chatted, she couldn’t help but notice the alluring scent of Mary’s perfume mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread. It was a stark contrast to the simple life she knew, but the whisper of something more tantalizing tickled her senses.
It was there she met the open-minded and adventurous Mary, an “English” girl (what they called anyone that wasn’t Amish) with a bright smile and a heart as warm as sunshine. They became fast friends, sharing stories of their lives and dreams.
Gretchen liked when Mary’s boyfriend Gary would come by for lunch because they had matching rhyming names. Gretchen thought the rhyming names were just the cutest thing. She couldn’t help but feel a little envious of Mary’s romantic experiences. And Gary was a good guy who treated her friend well.
Gretchen, too, had a hometown beau, Sammy. Their courtship had been chaste so far, limited to the occasional stolen moment in his buggy, his fingers dancing along the hem of her skirt. She’d never given herself to him completely, but the anticipation was a thrill all its own. She didn’t know much about sex, but she knew enough from the rumors to know he hadn’t done it yet.
One fateful day, Gary came to meet Mary for lunch, bringing along his friend Luke. Gretchen noticed him right away. Luke was tall, with dark hair, a muscular build, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress her with every glance. His dark hair fell casually across his forehead, and a boyish charm radiated from him that made her stomach twist.
She knew she was in trouble the moment he winked at her, his full lips curling into a knowing smile that promised a world of sinful delights. She had long been taught to be wary of the outside world—to appreciate the simplicity of her Amish upbringing. Yet there was something undeniably tempting about Luke’s smile.
Gretchen was carrying a tray of food out as the three of them sat down at a booth together. Mary waved at her and she came over to take their order. Luke’s gaze lingered on her, appraising her with a hunger that made her heart race. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she couldn’t deny the spark of attraction that lit within her.
Luke’s gaze made Gretchen tingle. He was handsome and he looked at her like he wanted to eat her. She took their order and went back into the kitchen to put it in. She tried not to think about Luke, but he was so handsome that she couldn’t help it. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. She wondered what it would be like if he kissed her.
When their food was ready, she went out with the tray and put it in front of them.
“There you are,” she said, smiling at Mary. Mary smiled back at her and they started eating.
Gretchen was about to turn and walk back inside when Luke’s voice called to her. “Hey, Gretchen,” he said, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine, “why don’t you take a break and join us for lunch?” His eyes danced with mischief as he held out a hand, the veins standing out against the tanned skin, hinting at the power and skill that lay within.
She hesitated, glancing at Mary for guidance. With a nod and a wink, Mary gave her the go-ahead, and Gretchen found herself settling into the booth beside Luke. She took a seat, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
As Gretchen sat down, her eyes met Luke’s, and she was lost in the depths of his seductive gaze. Luke leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “Gretchen, I’d love to show you more of the world beyond the market. When you look at me, I feel like… I don’t know, like I want to explore what’s possible.” His brown eyes glittered, holding a hope she hadn’t realized grew within her—longing mixed with a whisper of rebellion against everything she’d ever known.
His hand, still resting on the chair, lingered a moment too long, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of her dress. She could feel her nipples harden and a wetness bloom between her legs, her body responding to his blatant interest in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. Luke leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, “You’re even more beautiful than Mary said.”
“Thank you.” She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of stepping out of her comfort zone, if only for a brief moment. With a shy nod, she agreed, her pulse quickening at the prospect of spending time with this enigmatic English stranger.
Luke’s warmth brushed against her shoulder. She knew she had a choice to make—one that would shape her heart and challenge the boundaries of her world. Would she take the leap into the unknown, willing to welcome love in whatever form it manifested, or would she cling tightly to the safety of the life she had known?
Gretchen felt the warmth of his leg pressing against hers under the table. The scent of his cologne mingled with the aroma of food, creating a heady cocktail that made her feel light-headed. The simple act of sharing a meal with these two friends from a world so different from her own suddenly felt like the most erotic adventure she could ever embark upon.
The conversation flowed easily, the four of them laughing and sharing stories. But as the meal wore on, Gretchen found herself drawn to Luke, his words weaving a web of intrigue around her. When he leaned in close, whispering a suggestive comment in her ear, she couldn’t help but respond with a soft gasp.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Luke said, his eyes filled with desire. Gretchen was taken aback by Luke’s aggressiveness, but she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him.
His hand slid from the chair to her thigh, the roughness of his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.
She gasped, her eyes widening, but he merely chuckled and began to trace lazy circles along the inside of her thigh. His thumb brushed against the seam of her panties, and she couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. The tension between them grew palpable, a silent dance of desire that neither could ignore.
Under the guise of passing the salt, Luke’s hand ventured higher, his fingers teasing the delicate fabric that separated them from her most intimate place. Gretchen’s breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure.
She was acutely aware of the moisture gathering on her pussy, her body betraying her innocence with every little gasp and tremble. Yet, she found she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body begging for more of the forbidden pleasure he offered. She found herself wanting to give in to his desires, to experience the fullness of sexual pleasure that she had been missing out on.
It was clear that Luke had a way with women, and she was his willing pupil, eager to learn the dark arts of desire that she had only heard whispered about in the confines of her sheltered community.
The air grew thick with lust as they shared a secret smile, their friendship with Mary forgotten amidst the throes of their burgeoning lust. The innocent game of flirtation had turned into a dangerous dance, and Gretchen was ready to follow wherever it might lead.
Mary, noticing the sudden shift in the air, couldn’t help but tease her innocent friend. “Gretchen,” she giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “you’ve never had sex before, have you?”
Gretchen’s cheeks burned brighter than a summer sunset, and she tried to shoo away the question with a playful swat at the air. But Luke’s hand, still resting on her thigh, gave her away, his thumb stroking a little higher, closer to the heat that radiated from her core. “Well, if you’re ever curious,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr, “I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.”
Gretchen’s eyes snapped to his, wide with shock and arousal. She had felt Sammy’s fingers probe her depths before, but this was different. This was a promise of something wild and untamed, something she hadn’t even allowed herself to dream of. She knew that if she let him, Luke would introduce her to a world of pleasure she had only imagined in her most secret thoughts. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she found herself nodding, her voice barely a whisper.
“Yes,” she breathed, “I want to know what it’s like.” And with that simple word, the die was cast, and Gretchen’s innocence was poised to be claimed by the English stranger with the knowing smile and the skilled touch.
Mary’s teasing question hung in the air, and Gretchen felt her face flush even deeper. She took a sip of her lemonade, trying to gather her thoughts before responding.
“Well,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “Sammy and I have… you know, done some things.” She paused, her eyes darting nervously between Mary and Luke. “He’s lifted my skirt a few times while we’re in the buggy, and… well, he’s touched me down there.” She felt the heat spread from her cheeks to her neck and down to her chest, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her dress.
Luke’s eyes darkened with lust, his gaze dropping to her pert, round breasts before meeting hers again, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “But we’ve never… you know, gone all the way,” she finished, her voice barely audible.
The confession hung in the air, a delicious secret shared only with the two of them. Mary giggled, a knowing glint in her eye, while Luke’s hand grew bolder, his fingers inching closer to the warm, wet spot he could feel through her dress. Gretchen’s body responded to his touch, her breath hitching as she realized just how much she wanted to explore this newfound world of sensation with him. The line between friendship and desire was blurring, and she was powerless to resist the siren’s call of the English boy with the devilish smile.
She turned to leave and felt his hand grab her arm. He pulled her gently back to the side of the booth. She looked at him curiously. “What?” she asked.
Luke smiled again and his eyes looked right through her. She felt her knees weaken a little. She had never seen a man look at her like that before.
As the day turned to evening, Mary and Gary said their goodbyes, leaving Gretchen alone with Luke. The air crackled with tension, and Gretchen found herself wondering if the attraction between them could lead to something more.
As the last crumbs of their meal were cleared away, Luke leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Gretchen’s. He reached across the table, his hand settling on hers, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her palm.
“Gretchen,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I can’t get you out of my head. I need to see you again, without all these prying eyes.” His blue eyes searched hers, the intensity in them leaving no room for doubt. “Meet me tonight, after the market closes. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Gretchen felt her heart pounding. She had never thought about sex like that before. She had never thought about it being an experience that was worth seeking out. She had only thought of it as something that men did to women. Something that a woman had to let him do.
Despite her fears and the strict rules of her community, she found herself nodding. “I’ll be there,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. As the words left her lips, she felt a rush of excitement and trepidation. This was it – the moment she had been both dreading and craving. She knew that once she agreed to Luke’s proposition, there would be no turning back. She would be giving her virginity to a man she barely knew, a man from a world that was as foreign to her as the stars in the sky. But the promise of the pleasure he offered was too tempting to resist.
With a final squeeze of her hand, Luke released her and stood, his towering frame blocking out the sun. “See you tonight,” he said, his smile full of promise, before turning to leave with a swagger that made Gretchen’s knees wobble. The rest of the day passed in a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of what was to come.
As the shadows grew long and the market’s patrons dwindled, she knew it was time. With trembling hands, she smoothed her dress and took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She knew, deep down, that she was ready to step into the unknown with Luke, ready to embrace the carnality that awaited her in the warm embrace of the English world.
Gretchen worked the rest of the afternoon with her mind somewhere else. She was excited about the night. She couldn’t wait to be with Luke. At the end of the afternoon, Mary came over and whispered, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Gretchen blushed. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“He’s not like any other guy I’ve ever met,” Mary said, “He likes to do things in bed that most men won’t even try.”
Gretchen looked at her in surprise, “Like what?” she asked.
Mary laughed, “I don’t think I should tell you. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
At eight o’clock, Gretchen’s shift ended and she left the restaurant. She saw Luke and Gary waiting in the parking lot. Luke got out and came to her, His eyes lit up as he saw her, and she felt a jolt of excitement run through her body.
“Did you tell anyone about tonight?” he asked.
“No,” she replied, “I didn’t want anyone to know.”
He smiled. “Good. Let’s get in the car. I’m so fucking excited to get you in bed.”
She felt her face heat up and her knees weaken. She got into the car with him and they drove away. Gary and Mary followed behind them in their car.
They drove into town to a little hotel that Gretchen had never seen before. Luke parked and got out, helping Gretchen out of the car. He looked down at her dress, “What are you wearing under that?” he asked. Gretchen just grinned.
They got a room and Gary and Mary followed them in. Mary came over and hugged her, “Good luck,” she said, “I hope it goes well.”
Luke got Mary to the side and they started talking. Gary came over to Gretchen and smiled at her, “You’re very pretty,” he said, “I can see why Luke liked you so much.”
Gretchen thanked him shyly. Luke came back over to her and took her hand, “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, “I’m ready to be with you.” She followed Luke into the bedroom and he shut the door behind them.
“Gretchen,” Luke murmured, his fingers tracing a path along her arm. “I want you. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
She looked into his eyes, seeing the desire that mirrored her own. Without a word, she nodded her consent, and Luke’s lips claimed hers in a kiss that made her head spin.
Their bodies melded together, hands exploring, lips tasting. Luke’s touch was electric, igniting a fire deep within her that threatened to consume her. She’d never experienced anything like this, and she craved more.
He turned to her.
“I’m going to undress you now,” he said.
She nodded and he pulled her dress up over her head. His hands began to tremble as he untied her bonnet, letting her long hair cascade down her back. Gretchen felt a shiver of anticipation as Luke slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her full, round breasts that spilled out like ripe peaches. He cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan that echoed through the quiet night.
With trembling hands, she helped him remove the rest of her clothes, exposing her curvy figure and the soft, untouched mound of her pussy, already glistening with desire. He took in the sight of her naked beauty, his eyes roving over every inch of her body as if committing it to memory. Then, with a growl of pure need, he stripped himself bare, his erect cock standing proud and thick. The reality of what was about to happen hit her like a bolt of lightning, and she felt a rush of fear mingled with desire.
He looked at her naked body and smiled, “You are so fucking hot. I can’t believe you let me do this.”
She didn’t know what to say. He started pulling off his clothes until he was naked too. She looked at his penis. It was much bigger than she thought it would be. It stood up straight and hard from his crotch. He noticed her looking.
“It’s big,” he said, “I know you’re going to like it.”
She swallowed hard, not sure she was going to like it at all. He came to her and put his arms around her, pulling her against him. She felt his penis press against her tummy. She shivered a little. He pulled her over to the bed and they got in together. He got on top of her and looked down at her naked body, “You have a beautiful body,” he said, “I’m going to enjoy this.” She nodded.
As they tumbled into bed together, their bodies entwined, Luke’s whispered words of desire sent Gretchen to new heights of pleasure. He lowered his mouth to hers and they started kissing. It was different than kissing Sammy. Luke was more aggressive in his kiss. He opened her mouth and pushed his tongue in. He made her feel like she was going to drown. She pushed his tongue out with hers and they kissed like that.
His hands started moving over her body, touching her in ways that no one had ever touched her before. His fingers teased and stroked. He put his hand between her legs and she felt him rub her clit. She opened her legs wider to let him get better at it. He kept rubbing until she felt like she was going to cum.
His hand found her again, his fingers sliding into her wetness, coaxing her to open up to him. And when he finally entered her, pushing past the barrier of her innocence, Gretchen’s world shattered into a million pieces of pure, unbridled pleasure. His strokes were slow and tender at first, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation, but soon grew more urgent, his body moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.
“Yes, Luke,” she moaned, her hips arching towards him. “Please, I need you inside me.”
With a thrust, he filled her, their bodies becoming one. They moved together, each stroke sending Gretchen closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dug into his back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she whispered her own filthy promises.
As they made love, the boundaries of their two worlds blurred, and Gretchen realized that she had found something she never knew she needed – a passion that transcended the confines of her Amish upbringing. Each moan and gasp that escaped her lips was a declaration of freedom, a testament to the power of desire and the thrill of the forbidden. And as she climaxed around him, her body writhing in ecstasy, she knew that she would never be the same again.
“Harder, Luke. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you pulsing inside me, filling me with your cum.”
Her words pushed him over the edge, and with a final thrust, he filled her. She milked him for every drop, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
As they lay together, spent and satisfied, Gretchen knew that this was just the beginning. She wanted more of Luke’s touch, his whispers, his body. And she knew that he felt the same.
She started feeling that good feeling again. “Ohh!” she moaned. “I’m going to cum,” she told him. He stopped rubbing her and she looked up at him in surprise. “Why did you stop?” she asked.
“I want to make you cum with my dick in you,” he said, “I want to feel you cum all over it.” Gretchen nodded, not sure what he meant. He pushed her legs apart and put the tip of his penis between her legs.
She gasped as his penis slid into her. She felt it slide in and he pushed all the way in. She felt it fill her and it felt so good. He started moving back and forth, thrusting into her. He went slowly at first, then got faster as he moved in and out.
She looked up at Luke. “I’m going to cum,” she said. He kept thrusting into her, “Cum on my dick,” he said. “Let me feel you cum all over it.” She looked up at him and nodded. She felt his penis fill her and she started to cum. She felt like she was going to explode.
“Ohh!” she cried out. “I’m cumming!” Luke kept fucking her. He was going fast now and she could tell he was close too. She felt him shoot into her and she felt his penis pulse as he came. She had never felt anything like it. It was so good. She looked up at him,
As their bodies finally stilled, Luke pulled out of Gretchen, leaving her feeling both empty and utterly satisfied. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness she hadn’t expected from this brazen English boy.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of what they had just shared. But Luke merely chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a fresh wave of warmth through her.
“No, Gretchen,” he said, his voice a gentle caress, “it’s I who should thank you.” His hand traced the curve of her waist, sliding up to cup her full breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. Gretchen moaned into the kiss, her body arching into his touch, already hungry for more. They broke apart, both panting, and Luke leaned down to place a series of soft kisses along her jaw, his breath hot against her skin.
“You’re something special,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Gretchen felt a bloom of pride in her chest, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against his chest. His heartbeat thundered in her ear, a steady rhythm that matched the pulse between her legs. For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in the feeling of being wanted, of being desired.
“That was amazing,” she said, “I want to do it again.” He smiled at her, “I’ll fuck you as many times as you want,” he said. “Let’s get a room for the weekend. We’ll stay here and fuck each other as many times as we can.” She nodded eagerly,
“I’d like that,” she said. Gretchen and Luke lay entwined in each other’s arms, their breathing gradually evening out as the post-coital haze began to lift. As they drifted off to sleep, Gretchen felt a sense of contentment she had never known before.
Her body, still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking, molded perfectly to the contours of Luke’s muscular form. His arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, as if afraid she would slip away into the night. His hand rested gently on her rounded ass, fingers idly tracing the soft flesh. Her own hand found its way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. The quiet provided a soothing lullaby, the perfect backdrop to their illicit tryst.
He got out of bed and went into the living room. She heard him talking to Gary, telling him about the room. She didn’t care. She wanted to spend the weekend with Luke. She wanted him to fuck her some more. She got out of bed and followed him into the living room. Gary and Mary were sitting on the couch watching TV.
Luke came back over to her and put his arm around her, “We’re going to stay the weekend,” he said, “We’re going to go back to the bedroom now and get started on round two.” Gretchen smiled at Mary and Gary and followed him into the bedroom.
They spent the rest of the weekend in bed. Luke fucked her every way he could think of. He made her cum over and over. She was sore on Sunday when they checked out of the room. Luke drove her back to the restaurant and dropped her off.
“I’ll come by this week,” he said, “Maybe we can get a room again.” Gretchen nodded, smiling.
Gretchen’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Luke again. “Next week,” she murmured against his chest, the words barely audible. His grip on her tightened, and she felt his cock stir against her thigh.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he promised, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the afterglow of their encounter. The thought of another week of anticipation was almost too much to bear, but the promise of his touch was a sweet agony she was willing to endure. For now, all that mattered was the feel of his skin against hers, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet whispers of the night that surrounded them.
As she walked into work, she saw Mary waiting tables. Mary smiled at her, “How was your weekend?” she asked.
“It was great,” Gretchen replied, “He fucked me all weekend.”
Mary laughed. “I knew he would,” she said. “How did you like it?”
Gretchen thought about it, “It was great,” she said, “I’ve never felt anything like it. I want to do it again.”
Mary nodded. “I think you’re going to be seeing a lot of Luke in the future.”
Gretchen smiled. She hoped so. She wanted Luke to fuck her some more. She wanted to feel his penis inside of her again. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her again. She went to work with a smile on her face. She couldn’t wait for Luke to come by and fuck her some more. She hoped he would come by today. She wanted to feel his big penis inside of her again. She wanted to feel him make her cum
She couldn’t wait. She had never felt anything like it. She wanted to feel it again. She went to work hoping Luke would come by and take her back to his room. She wanted to be fucked by Luke. She wanted him to use her body any way he wanted. She was going to be a naughty Amish girl and fuck Luke whenever she could. She was going to let him make her cum all he wanted.
