Farm Boy
by Kristine Jenkins

She spun the steering wheel to the left, and turned her convertible into the long, dirt driveway. She drove up to the farmhouse in a cyclone of dust. She revved the powerful engine in her car, a signal to Jack to hurry and get dressed. She switched off the engine and its throaty roar was replaced by the peaceful sounds of crickets chirping. Occasionally, in the distance, a cow mooed or a horse whinnied. She could see only one lighted window at the back of the house. There was Jack, getting ready for a night out with a city girl.
From far away in the back of the large house, Jack had no way of knowing that she had arrived. She stared at him through the window and saw his bare shoulders and tanned, muscled arms. It was these exquisite masculine features she noticed the first time she saw him. She didn't waste any time introducing herself.
In the window, out of her line of sight, he made gestures that he was putting on his pants. It's a shame she couldn't see his ass from where she was seated. He pulled a T-shirt on over that heavenly torso and instinctively reached for his dirty green baseball cap that was resting on his dresser. He caught himself and put it down. Jack walked out of view, then the bedroom light went out. She got out of her car, straightened her red leather mini dress. She looked fantastic. She looked up at the clear midsummer night sky. The stars winked their approval at her outfit.
She picked her path gingerly over the gravel driveway to the porch. She had trouble climbing the steep steps in her heels and skin tight dress. She was about to knock on the door when Jack's mother opened the screen door.
"Hi Mrs. G, is Jack about ready for our date?"
"Come in, Come in.....Jack will be down in a second. Can I get you something to eat or drink?"
She was about to answer when Jack entered the room. Her eyes were drawn immediately to his tight blue jeans. Jack conversed with his mother about farm business, stories of sheep births, dead veal calves, and broken tractors. She kept her eyes glued to Jack's ass.
"Jack, shouldn't we go?"
"Of course my sweet. Bye Mom."
Jacks mother gave them the usual sendoff of "drive careful" and "don't be out too late" as they headed out the door. Once outside on the porch, he grabbed her and made her body tremble with one long passionate kiss.
"Sweetie, my sister is riding her new horse in the paddock, let's check on her before we go out our date. "
"Sure Jack, just give me a minute. "
She walked over to her car and produced a pair of white crew socks and walking sneakers from the back seat .
"What are those for, Sweetie? "
"Jack, I've learned that your walks sometime take forever. Now I always come prepared with a comfortable pair of shoes. "
Jack smiled and watched as she bent down, took off her heels and pulled the crew socks over her nylons and then put her sneakers on. The sight was more than he could take. He walked over and put a hand up under her short dress, then slid his finger down through her panties and fingered her wetness.
"Hey, been thinking about me, " Jack said when he found how wet her female anatomy was.
"I watched you dress in your bedroom window. You know what an arousing affect that has on me. "
"Come on let's check on my sister so we can get going on our date. I want to fuck you later, Sweetie. "
They walked down through the barnyard with their hands on each other's ass. Down they walked past idle farm machinery. Only a few short hours ago they were at the mercy of Jack's muscled arms, guiding them through their various farm tasks. Down past the stinky, snorting pigs. Down past hay drying in farm wagons. The smell made her sneeze. She figured if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Jack she would have to get used to the smell. She was not going to pry Jack from his farm, but she was not going to let that great ass and his muscled arms go to another woman. She could bend. She could give up a life in the city for this country lad.
"Hey, Red, how's the old nag. "
She couldn't hear Jack's sister's retort. The nickname that Jack's family gave to his sister bothered her, but it didn't seem to bother Red. Jack said it was given to Red by his late father. Jack's father coined the nickname "Red" when they were kids. Red had cut her hand butchering a chicken, and she bled for almost an hour. The nickname stuck. To this day she still didn't know Red's real name.
"That old mare looks like it could use a drink, let's get Red's horse some water, then we can get going. "
Red was riding peacefully, so Jack grabbed a nearby water bucket. She followed him up a knoll a short distance away to a hand water pump. She watched his muscles flex as he gave the ancient handle a few pumps until the bucket was brimming with water. Jack held the bucket and said to her;
"Sweetie, I want to fuck you now. "
Jack reached over and in one strong swoop brought her and the water bucket to the ground. His lips came down on hers in a horny display of a young farm boy . She reached down and felt the front of his pants. His erect penis was pushing his pants to their limit. She was really wet by this time. She could feel her black lace panties drenched in lust for Jack. Jack rolled her on her stomach and pushed her long dark hair aside and found the pull of her dress zipper. He slowly opened the zipper and made it gently flow down her back to its stop, exposing her bare skin to the warm night air. He rolled her over on her back. Then he lifted her knees and removed the expensive leather dress. Jack strong hands moved down her waist and slipped his fingers under the elastic on her lace panties. Slowly he pulled them down over her thighs, down past her knees and carefully manicured rose colored toenails, leaving her womanhood exposed to the night. She reached over and loosened his belt, then undid the snap on the top of his jeans, pulled down his zipper and let his large manhood out of his briefs to conquer her body.
"Jack, can Red see us? "
"No, she's way on the other side of the hill. Now Shhh. "
She reached her tongue over and gave her favorite farm tool a few licks on its head before she let Jack plunge it deep into her soul. She cried out in pleasure and Jack moaned his approval of her wet playground.
"Jack, Jack, Jack, " was all that she could mutter from her vocal cords. She wanted to give the rest of her spirit to Jack.
"Shhhh. Sweetie. "
She reached up and pulled what she thought was Jack's arm. It was the full water bucket. The bucket spilled and the water rushed down past Jack's knees, pulling him off balance and sending him tumbling down the knoll. She heard a loud pop and he lay in a crumpled heap against a tree stump at the bottom, his right leg bent and twisted. Jack howled in pain.
"Jill, I think I broke my leg. Run and get Red and my Mom. "
Jill quickly pulled on just her underwear and in her haste, she too lost her footing and tumbled down the hill. Bruised but uninjured, Jill sprinted down to the farmhouse. She beat her fists on the door in a breathless panic. Jack's mother answered the door.
"Jill, what are you doing here and where are your clothes? "
"Mother Goose, there has been an accident. Jack fell down and broke something. you had better come quick."
The two women stood there on the porch while Jill quickly recited her tale of the accident. Mrs. Goose turned on her heels and entered the farmhouse to first call 911 and then to get a pad and pencil.