Jamie tells his story about the summer he spent working for a widow on her farm.
I remember that summer like it was yesterday. I was eighteen, and I just took a job on a farm owned by a woman who recently lost her husband in an accident. She was in her late thirties, and I just turned eighteen. My plan was to earn money under the table to put toward food and books for college, but I got a little more than I bargained for.
My days were spent riding on a tractor over her ten achor land, weed whacking, plowing her fields, and various other back breaking tasks. Even though she hired me, she was right there beside me doing all of the work I was hired to do. She still paid me the amount we agreed upon, but I felt a bit strange being paid for a full dayâs work when I only did half of it. The strangest thing happened after a few weeks of working for her. I was soaking in the large tub in the main bathroom when she came in carrying a cup of coffee, and wearing what my sister and her friends called a little black dress and in their words âfuck-meâ shoes. Personally, as a man I have never understood womenâs clothes, but I understood this combination from movies, television shows, and books. She set the coffee on the small table beside the bath tub and sat on the edge of the tub near my shoulders.
"I thought you could use a little something to keep you from falling asleep in the tub," she said in a soft, warm voice. The smile she gave me made my entire body twitch.
"Thank you, Ms. Henry," I said. I took the mug, and sipped the dark liquid. It was still hot and I turned my grunt of pain into appreciation.
"Oh, please, Jamie," she reached over and rubbed my back, sending frissons through my body straight to my cock. It stiffened to attention at her touch, "call me Jenn."
"Jenn, I uh..." I stammered uncertainly. "I'm not quite sure what is happening here."
"I've been watching you, Jamie," she smiled, and continued rubbing circles over my upper back. "I like watching you work up a sweat beside me."
I was not sure how to respond to that. I have experienced a lot of firsts in my life, but never has an older woman shown an interest in me. I looked up into her darkened eyes, and felt my cock twitch beneath the water when she leaned in and pressed her soft full lips to mine. Her soft wet tongue slid over the seam of my mouth, and I parted my lips for her. I made a sound of surprise, and pulled back as her tongue touched mine.
"We shouldn't," I whispered.
"Why?" She slid the straps of the dress from her shoulders and slid the dress down to reveal a beautiful pair of bare breasts. My mouth dried up and I attempted to work moisture. Again, I experienced many firsts, but seeing a pair of bare breasts before my eye was not one of them. I could not help but stare. "Would you like to touch?"
"Yes, please," I whispered. She took my hand and rested it on the soft, full mound of flesh. She guided my thumb over her stiffening nipple, and moaned. I found myself leaning forward and pressing my parted lips to her nipple. When she did not object I flicked the tip with my tongue. Her sigh of pleasure encouraged me to suckle the soft firm bud into my mouth. She cupped the back of my head and massaged my scalp.
"Oh, Jamie," she whispered. "Come to bed with me?"
I released her nipple and looked up at her. "I've never..."
"Ssh," she pressed her finger to my lips. "That's alright."
She stood back and watched as I climbed out of the tub, and dried off. I felt her eyes rove over my young adult male body and pause at my stiffened cock. In a moment of shyness I covered my throbbing organ with the towel and my hands. She offered an understanding smile as she took me gently by the arm and led me into her bed room. She helped settle me onto the bed, and kissed me as she pried the towel out of my clenched fingers. She slid the dress the rest of the way off, and straddled me while still wearing her heels. She used my shoulders for leverage as she raised herself up and lowered herself onto my throbbing, virgin cock. I groaned as her soft wet wall enveloped me, and she slid up and down my length. She slid her fingers into her long auburn hair and pulled it back from her smooth tanned shoulders. I leaned forward and press my open mouth to her soft neck. I sucked gently on her smooth skin as I slid my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. My unskilled caresses and kisses seemed to give her pleasure as she increased the speed of her movement on my cock. Her inner muscles tightened around me, and before I could warn her I spurted warm cum inside her.
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