A visit to the farm

Having spent the past year and a half working for Boeing in Chicago, Sasha finally decided to cash in some of her vacation time to spend time with her ailing grandfather in the country. Despite being three hours away, Sasha had not made the trip in over three years, with a day not passing by where she felt the guilt of knowing she may never again get to see him. Finally able to spend some time, she packed up a few outfits into her beat-up suitcase and tossed it into the car.

Arriving on a Saturday morning, she spent several hours talking with her grandfather about her new job as a manager for Boeing, showing him pictures of her final year at college, and listening to him talk about the neighbors. Around dinner time, she headed into the kitchen to help him prepare dinner when a knock sounded on the door. As she continued to prepare the roast, her grandfather went for the door, returning a moment later with a young man following him.

Introducing himself as Harry, she learned that he had been helping her grandfather with chores around the house for the past year. Just as she was about to describe her work, her grandfather entered the dining room with dinner, insisting that Harry join them for supper.

After a bit of cursory chit-chat, Harry asked Sasha is she had any plans while she was in town. Before she could answer, her grandfather bellowed that she was free for anything as he was completely capable of caring for himself. They all chuckled briefly, followed by Sasha asking if Harry had something in mind. Replying that there was going to be a local fair the next day, he asked if she would enjoy going with him and his friends. Unsure of what to say, her grandfather answered for her, telling Harry how much she used to love attending the fairs when she was a young girl. Blushing a little, she agreed, reminding her grandfather that she was a big girl now and could answer the questions on her own.

That night, Sasha rummaged through some of her old clothing trying to find something a bit more formal to wear instead of the bluejeans and old shirts she had packed for the trip. Coming across an old skirt and a rumpled up pair of tights, she matched them with a sweater of hers, confident that she could do no better with the limited amount of stuff available.

The next morning, she found herself a bit anxious to see Harry. While she had dated many men during her time in college and work, she ultimately found them lacking for one reason or another. Too many city guys felt that they were the most important person in the world, a far cry from the humbler men she knew back home in the country. Besides she thought, he was pretty cute for a farm boy with the dark wavy hair falling over his darkly tanned face. Drifting off into her own little world, she failed to hear voices from downstairs calling for her.

Composing herself, she quickly made her way downstairs, narrowly averting a disaster when her shoe got caught in the rug by the stairs.

Standing by the door, Harry was flanked by a much younger lady who introduced herself as his sister, along with her boyfriend and another man who worked on his farm. Exchanging greetings, the five of them took off for the fair in town. Along the way, Sasha managed to catch up on all the small town gossip that she missed back in
Chicago. Some how, the machinations of a large company or the daily griping of people living the life of sitcom characters just annoyed her.

As they approached town, Sasha found herself gravitating towards Harry’s side. Sizing him up, she remembered another thing she missed about life in the country, the powerfully built farmhands that shamed the best gym rats she saw in the city. Fearing he would catch her gazing, she broke off and tried to move the conversation along. Obliging her, Harry told her about the work he had been doing for her grandfather over the past few months.

Having arrived in town, the other three mysteriously vanished, leaving Sasha all alone with Harry. Walking around town, their hands began to draw near, some inexplicable pushing them together for reasons unknown. Pausing for a moment, Harry’s hand latched onto Sasha’s, with neither wanting to let go. Hearts racing, they suddenly felt the urge to be alone. Looking around, Harry spotted a friend’s house.

Ducking inside, they glanced around for a moment, realizing that no one appeared to be home. Sasha couldn’t wait any longer, pulling Harry into a hallway. Harry, unsure of what exactly she had in mind, offered no resistance as she pushed open a door, hauling him into the bedroom. Quickly shutting it behind her, lest anyone notice the two alone in the room, she approached him and began nibbling on his ears while her hands worked their way towards his ass. Squeezing it hard, he brought his powerful hands up towards her chest, firmly massaging her breasts through the sweater. Sliding her jacket off, they shuffled their way over to the bed. Harry had Sasha pushed up against the bed before giving her a light push, knocking her flat on her back.

Laughing as she hit the bed, Sasha gestured to Harry seductively with her right finger. Slipping his boots off, he placed his hands on the bed, propelling himself atop her. Wrapping his arms around her, he began to nibble on her earlobes, eliciting whimpering from Sasha. Working his hands under her sweater, he begins to jiggle her breasts, quickening his pace in conjunction with sucking on her right ear. Pulling his head up for a moment, he slipped the sweater over her head, lifting her off the bed just long enough to unhook her bra.

Directing his lips to her nipples, he slowly lapped his tongue around the right nipple, sending shivers through her body with each stroke. Sasha managed to wrap her legs around Harry, pulling him in tight as he continues to suck on her nipples. Grabbing the back of his head with her hands, she strokes her hands gently through his hair, moaning continuously as he works his tongue over her chest, gradually working his way towards her stomach.

Sasha, aching for more, began to gyrate on the bed, her legs pressing harder into Harry, her hands pulling down upon his head to just do more to her with his tongue, the moaning coming faster. Harry, pleased with his performance thus far, contemplated how much longer he could lead her on before she could take no more.

Sitting upright upon her, he began to move his hands down her thighs, squeezing her ass as he worked his way farther down. Arriving at her knee caps, he began to massage them with his powerful hands, pushing his thumbs deep into her knees, drawing forth feint panting from Sasha.

With a sudden thrust, he pushed his hands up her thighs, dragging his thumbs along her tights, creating small ripples in their wake. Arriving at her pussy, he detected a fair amount of wetness already accumulating in her tights. Placing both of his thumbs as the base of her clit, he began working the fingers in close to her pussy, stroking them in sudden succession across her taunt, wet tights. With every stroke of his fingers, Sasha gasped for air, nearly hyper-ventilating from the accelerated breathing.

Deciding to end the wait, he drew his hands back, placing them at the base of her skirt. Gripping a piece of it in each hand, he drew back with all his might, shredding the skirt in half along the slit. Moving quickly, he gripped her tights near the crotch, slipping for a moment as they had become slick from fluid. Grabbing again, he managed to get a firm grip on the tights, digging his fingernails into them as he tore open a gaping hole. Not content to stop there, he managed to lift her panties away from the body, giving him a chance to rip them in half as well.

Free of any covering, her pussy stared back at him, glistening from the lubrication oozing forth. Forgoing any additional foreplay, he withdrew his swollen cock from his pants, sliding it into her almost immediately. Gasping as he penetrated her, Sasha pulled him in closer with her legs, leaving him but to push his dick in as hard as possible.

Thrusting in short, calculated bursts, Sasha demanded he fuck her hard and fast, digging her nails into his back, drawing blood from the impressions left behind by her nails. Accelerating his pace, Harry began to rock her back and forth with swift, powerful thrusts. Shifting his legs back, he was able to pound her effortlessly, quickening the pace of her moaning with every thrust of his dick. Moving his hands back, he placed them on her legs for support, pushing off of them to enter her with even greater .

With every thrust into Sasha, the bed frame crashed into the wall, creating a knocking sound heard throughout the house. Releasing her legs from around his back, Sasha drew them back and planted them on the bed, allowing her to lift her torso off the bed.

Taking the hint, Harry pulled out, adjusting his body so that he could lie flat on the bed. Shuffling around on top of the bed, Sasha mounted herself atop his torso, and slid down, engulfing his throbbing penis with her pussy.

Lifting herself up and down with her legs, she performed short, powerful thrusts, using his penis as a guide. For several minutes, she bobbed up and down, her breasts bouncing around, despite Harry’s best efforts to hold them in place with his groping. Tiring of this position, Sasha simply fell down upon him, kissing him as she landed. Shifting for a moment, Harry was able to continue pounding her as she lay atop him, feeling a new sensation in his cock as it began to pulse even harder, fully aware of what was about to happen. With his arms embraced around her, he pulled her in as tight as possible, sucking on her lower lip just as he blasted his load deep within her pussy.

Spent, the two lay motionless on the bed as he stroked his right hand through her sweat-covered hair. With sperm dripping out of her vagina and down her torn tights, Harry rolled her over on the bed. Withdrawing his semi-erect penis, he slid up a bit, allowing the two to kiss as his right hand gently walked up her leg, towards her pussy. Slipping two fingers in, she gasped in surprise as he began to explore inside her. Draping his right leg over hers, he slid into position as he began to work his fingers inside her. After several moments, her sensation had faded, causing him to draw his sticky fingers out, wiping them on her tights.

Putting her bra and sweater top on, Sasha became concerned about the inability to hide the huge tear in her skirt. Harry pondered her problem for a moment before suggesting she turn it around and wear the jacket around her waist, thus hiding the damage. Walking out of the room, their hair disheveled, still wet with perspiration and a very noticeable run down her tights from her crotch, Sasha stared face to face with her grandfather, who apparently had come to visit his friend Mark, the owner of the house. Pausing for a moment, he muttered something about being young again and just walked off.