A trip to the farmer's market

You spend the rest of the afternoon following Mindy around the farm as she shows you the various chores that need to be done and where all of the supplies you'll need are kept. You try to remember everything she tells you but the sheer amount of information, and the fact that you can't keep your eyes off of her stunning body, meaning a lot of the lesson goes in one ear and out the other.

"...and we've got a compost bin round the back of the barn for the leftover--" Mindy stopped as she notices the far-off look in your eyes and grins. "You know what, handsome? I can see that you're gettin' a little overwhelmed by all this. Why don't we take a break and drive down to the farmer's market, so you can meet your other employee."

"That sounds like a good idea," you say after shaking you head to clear your thoughts. "My car's still loaded full of my things so we'll have to empty it first."

The redhead claps her hand on your back and gently steers you toward the back of the barn, saying, "Or... we could just take the farm truck. You can't exactly do produce deliveries in your little car, can you?" She guides you around the side of the barn and swings her hand out toward a old pickup truck. "Ta-Dah!"

There wasn't much rust on it at all and it was painted all white, save for the farm's logo on the cab door. The logo was a tall pine tree jutting up from between two hills in green paint and the words 'Lone Pine Farm' underneath of it. From the looks of it, someone had hand painted it on the door.

You reach for the drivers door handle and the gorgeous farmhand puts her hand on yours to stop you. "Why don't I drive, since you don't know the way to the market?" She slips past you, making sure to let her round ass give a teasing brush along the front of your pants, and then climbs into the drivers seat. She rolls down the window and grins at you, adding, "Besides, the way you've been ogling me all afternoon, I don't know if you'd be able to keep your eyes on the road."

After you climb in on the passenger side, Mindy drives the truck out onto the road and starts off toward town. You both keep your windows rolled down to enjoy the cool breeze as she drives and she points out local landmarks along the way. "...And that's the juice bar over there. It hasn't been around long but it sure is popular with the ladies in town! Ginny is the owner and she's a real hippy type of girl, but a good customer. We do some deliveries for different businesses around Melonpatch, like the diner and the juice bar, but most of our produce goes straight to the farmer's market and Stella takes care of it from there."

"Stella?"

"Yup. Stella." The truck turned a corner and the market came into view with assorted tents and booths set up in a mid-sized parking lot. Mindy nodded toward a booth at the end of the nearest row. "There's our stall and there's Stella!"

Looking to the booth, the first thing you saw was a peach of an ass sticking up in the air, only half-covered by a short blue skirt that the breeze had blown up. The owner of the juicy ass stood up after arranging some squash and you got a better look at your other new employee.

The girl was another straight-up hottie. She looked young and had long, straight, raven black hair that fell half-way down her back. Along with her short blue skirt, she wore a pair of strappy sandals and a white halter-top that seemed to be barely containing a pair of huge perky breasts!

"Holy hell!" Your eyes go wide as you take in her magnificent rack and then you look over to Mindy as she parks the truck. "Are all the girls in town as stacked as you two?"

She leans in close next to you and joins you in watching the dark-haired teen as she helped a customer. "Most of the girls are, but not all... Stella is especially blessed in that area." Then Mindy turned her head to whisper in your ear, her lips brushing along your skin as she said, "And she's eighteen. Sweet, single and ready to mingle with any hot young stud she happens to meet."

Your eyes are still on Stella when you feel Mindy's hand move to your crotch, grabbing your cock through your pants and giving it a slow stroke.

"But go easy on her, Stud. I don't think that her daddy has ever let her have a boyfriend, so she's a little... innocent." She works your cock through your pants until your swelling shaft makes a large unmistakable bulge in your jeans. Satisfied with her work, she gives it a playful pat and then opens her door. "Let's go introduce you to that girl! Just try not to drool too much, okay?"