“We had to chase you for a little while, and when we found you, you said you were going to bed, and then you just laid down on the grass and fell asleep. I picked you up and carried you to bed. That’s my mother’s old nightgown. Don’t worry--it’s clean. It just didn’t seem proper to leave you in there buck naked.”
“Oh, my God!” I was beyond mortified. “I’m so sorry! I would never--that’s not like me!”
“Shit, you know how many times I’ve chased Derek’s naked, drunken ass through the field after a bit of moonshine?” Mike laughed. Derek shot him a look. “I’d rather chase you any day. But nothing improper happened, Miss, I promise. We don’t take advantage of intoxicated women. It’s not right.”
“Did you see me? I mean, of course, you did. You both saw me naked. Oh, my God...”
“It was very dark,” Derek assured me.
“I mean...we saw a little,” Mike smiled. “But nothing you should be ashamed of, and we averted our eyes as best we could. Though you don’t make it easy.” I laughed a little, despite my embarrassment, I was flattered. If I was being truthful, a little part of me felt a thrill at the idea of their eyes on me, chasing me through the woods playfully. My mind began to wander towards the possibilities, but I stopped myself.
“I just want you both to know that I don’t know what came over me. I would never--”
“Of course, Miss. You were just feeling good. There was nothing that seemed improper about it at the time. You were just...feeling free,” Derek smiled at me kindly, and I smiled back.
“We should have kept a better eye on how much moonshine you were drinking. It can really kick your ass if you’re not careful. I hope you’re feeling okay this morning,” Mike offered.
“Actually...actually I feel pretty good!” I laughed. “Don’t worry--I’m a big girl. You don’t have to babysit me.”
“Then it sounds like you’re ready to hit the fields, then!” Mike said. “Let’s finish breakfast. Then we’ll go strip a sheep naked and chase him through the field. See? You just did what everyone does out here. Even the animals.”
I was grateful for their jokes and nonchalance about it. If my coworkers knew what had happened, their heads would spin. I didn’t exactly have a reputation for spontaneity. To be honest, I was a Type A stickler and hard-ass. I couldn’t keep from smiling to myself all through breakfast at the idea of it. “Donna Watkins: Exhibitionist and Free Spirit.” I was even a little proud, in spite of myself. After breakfast, I found myself feeling sad to change out of the nightgown--the proof of my wild night--and into a pair of jeans and tee-shirt.
Chapter 4
“Pants...there’s the bra...and here’s your shirt! That’s everything, right?” Mike was gathering my clothes as he led me to the barn. Derek had stayed behind to work on the water heater, which had been on the fritz.
“Yeah, that’s everything,” I blushed.
“Don’t worry, Miss. You’re the picture of propriety. Nobody thinks anything bad about you.”
I found myself both relieved and a little bit insulted by his words. Was I really so uptight that I could strip off my clothes, run naked through a field, and still be thought proper? But I decided to let it go, knowing there wasn’t an answer to that question that would satisfy me. Besides, there was the task at hand. I was going to shear a sheep.
We went into the barn where the sheep were waiting for us. They let out “Baahs” of greeting, but I had to admit, I found these animals a little frightening. Sure, they were cute, but they weren’t like the cuddly cartoons you see as a kid. Their undersides were dirty, their voices aggressive. They were animals.
“We keep them in the barn overnight before we shear them so they don’t get wet. We use electric clippers, and the last thing you want to do is shock them.” He grabbed some electric clippers out of his utility belt and hopped into the pen, beckoning me to follow. “How about this? I’ll hold the sheep, and you can shear.”
“No! No, I think I’d rather hold the sheep and let you shear.”
“Okay. You gotta tip it over, and then hold it on it’s back up against your knees. Now, you gotta make sure the sheep is still, or else I’ll cut its teats right off.”
“Okay, no, I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
“Alright, alright,” Mike laughed putting a big, warm hand on my shoulder. He gave me a strong squeeze and I realized just how long it had been since a man touched me affectionately. When he pulled it away, I suddenly felt cold, devoid of the momentary heat he’d infused me with. “How about you watch me do the first one and you’ll see there’s nothing to be afraid of. I can hold it and shear. I’ve done it plenty.”
Mike hunkered down next to the sheep, and with expert swiftness, he got the creature onto its back one handed, leaning it against his knees, as he started up the clippers with his other hand and started shearing up the beast’s belly with sure, strong blows. When the belly was clear, he laid the sheep all the way flat on the ground and spread its back legs. Then he began carefully shearing its undercarriage, covering the lambs long teats with his hand to protect them. He did his job with confident care, giving the sheep’s body respect as he relieved it of the heavy, burdensome wool. It was incredible to watch.
“This wool’s not for sale--it’s too dirty. But here, feel that,” he said, handing me a clump that had fallen to the ground. It was fluffy and spongy, and I enjoyed rolling it around in my hands as I watched him pull the sheep this way and that, the hair piling up all around him as the sheep grew more and more bare. Before I knew it, he was done.
“Easy as pie!” he declared with a smile.
“I can’t even shave my legs that efficiently,” I said, in awe.
“Well, this gun’s for hire, if you need help with that.”
“You’re a flirt,” I teased.
“Not with everyone,” he said. And suddenly his face was serious. “You make me a little nervous. I can’t seem to stop making dumb jokes around you.”
I was shocked. Mike seemed so easy and confident to me. It never occurred to me that anyone could make such a capable, sunny man nervous. But his eyes were earnest and longing now, as he looked into mine. The air between us was suddenly electric and the moment seemed to stretch into eternity.
“Yeah, well...I tend to have that effect on men when I strip naked for them unexpectedly,” I tried to ease the tension with a joke, but Mike took me by the shoulders and pulled me close to him, still probing me with his green eyes, not allowing me to escape the heat between us.
“You are…” he started, “You are so strong,” he said, unexpectedly. “Listening to you talk last night--I’ve never met a more confident woman. And in the field last night--I wish you remembered it, because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Not because of your body--your body is beautiful--but you were a goddess, do you understand? You did it so…” he struggled to find the words. Clearly, he wasn’t used to waxing poetic like this, but I wanted so desperately for him to continue. “...You stretched your arms up, like this…” he grabbed my hands and raised them towards the ceiling, leaving them there as his hands slid down my arms, my ribcage, down to my waist. “...and the moon was making you glow. You glow. You’re glowing now--You’re always glowing.”
A sheep bumped my leg hard and pushed me into Mike, my up-stretched arms falling on his shoulders as my breasts pressed into his broad torso. For a moment I simply lingered there, feeling the heat from his body, his chest moving up and down as he breathed hard. But then I saw Mike’s eyes leave mine and a look of panic come over his face. The gate to the pen had gotten open and the sheep had been filing out. He released my shoulders, went chasing after them, and in an instant both Mike and the moment were gone.
***
That night was spent much like the first evening, only we stayed firmly indoors and with me monitoring my moonshine intake a bit more carefully. Mike treated me as he had when I firs
t arrived--with flirtatious jokes, but without acknowledgment of our moment together in the barn. In fact, though I hoped we might have a moment alone to talk about it, he turned in early, leaving Derek and me alone to clean up the kitchen.
“Thanks for dinner, again,” Derek said, starting to do the dishes. “I can’t tell you what it means to have someone who knows how to cook around. I feel like a new man.”
“Before I go, I’ll give you some basics so you can make better meals for yourself,” I smiled. It felt very natural in the kitchen with Derek, me making meals, him doing the dishes. I felt an easiness with him that usually only comes with old friends and long time lovers. There was something ancient and familiar about him, and yet, at the same time, I found him incredibly mysterious. Of the two of them, he was a man of fewer words, and even when he smiled, I detected a bit of sadness around his eyes.
“I can do those,” I offered when I came to and remembered my manners.
“No, I like to do it,” he said, his mouth turning up slightly at the corners.. “Especially with you here next to me. I don’t know if a man really feels like a man unless a woman is beside him. It’s nice to have a witness to my work,” he smiled at me as he leaned across me to put a dish in the drying rack.
“That’s not a sentiment you hear too much these days,” I said more to myself than to him.
“Not one you hear admitted, maybe. But every man wants a woman to impress.”
“Well, I’m very impressed with your ability to wash and dry,” I teased.
“I can do all kinds of things. You’ll see tomorrow.”
“What happens tomorrow?” I asked.
“You’re going to learn how to ride a horse, and I’m going to teach you.”
“God, I’m so nervous! I’ve always wanted to learn, but I’m terrified of falling off!”
“There isn’t any way I would let something bad happen to you on my watch,” he said, putting a hand on the small of my back--the kind of gesture you might do with a girlfriend--too intimate for how little I knew him, and yet it felt incredibly natural. But, perhaps realizing how intimate the touch was, he withdrew his hand quickly and went back to washing. I wished he would have stayed, but then I remembered my earlier moment with his brother in the barn. My head was swimming, my body felt hot, and I wondered if I hadn’t once again had too much moonshine.
“Well, if we’re riding horses tomorrow, I want to make sure I get a good night’s sleep,” I said. “I think it’s time for bed for me.”
“Have pleasant dreams.” His sad eyes looked at me warmly.
“I will,” I promised.
***
But instead, my dreams were fitful. Mike’s green eyes, Derek carrying me naked through the field, Mike stretching my arms upward, legs, arms, lips, skin against skin--a kaleidoscope of fucking, fucking, fucking. I awoke before dawn in a sweat, the heavy quilt on me oppressing my body.
I tore it off, and my tee shirt and panties with it. I got up and opened a window before I sprawled back out on the bed, my legs open wide, letting the cool air swirl around my bare body. But still those images haunted me, and my hands began to wander lightly down between my heavy breasts, down my stomach, concave as I lay on my back, up my protruding mound, and down between my open lips, where it was more hot and damp than the humid summer night.
My fingers skated up and down my slit, brushing against my clit with every stroke, which grew at my every touch. Already, my body was starting to shake, my back beginning to arch, and I let my finger focus on my outstretched nub, rubbing it lightly and quickly as my hips raised of their own accord, encouraging my hand to press down harder. I responded by plunging two fingers into my open, wet pussy, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips as I thought about being chest to chest with Mike, Derek’s warm hand on my back, Mike’s heavy breathing, Derek brushing my breast as he did the dishes…
My other hand went up to my breast and I grabbed my nipple harshly, pulling it between two fingers and stretching it long, then giving it a little twist. I wanted teeth on it. I wanted to be covered in those strong hands. My back arched deeply and I sat up straight. My eyes opened into little slits, and I saw something--a figure in the doorway.
“No, please don’t stop,” said Mike’s deep voice. “Please go on.”
For a moment, we simply stared at each other, frozen in place. But then Mike started walking towards me. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking between my open legs. Then he took his thick calloused hands and placed them on my knees, spreading me open wider as he peered into me. “Let me see…” was all he said.
I started stroking myself slowly, my heart pounding as I performed under his heavy gaze, my finger sliding up to my clit and rubbing slowly before sliding back down and disappearing inside of me. He reached between my legs and gently pulled my pussy lips as far open as they would go, watching my hand move slowly, transfixed. I loved watching his eyes on me, the hungry look on his face. My finger moved back up to my clit and rubbed fast--I wanted to give him a show. I never wanted him to take his eyes off of me. When I’d worked up my clit to a stiff little peak I couldn’t help but moan and suddenly his eyes were watching my face as it twisted with pleasure. I maintained eye contact with him as I rubbed myself harder and faster, but the sensation soon became too much for me, and I had to lay my head back and close my eyes.
Soon I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, then heavy breathing coming from Mike--short, staccato grunts of “Mmm…” in his gruff, deep voice, and I knew he must be stroking himself, too.
“Donna…” he sighed, “You make me feel some kind of way…”
I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his chest covered in light, curly hair, his body hard from years of labor, his hand gently tugging at his towering, rigid cock as his eyes stayed focused on my pussy. “Your pussy is so alive…” he said, and for the first time, he let his finger graze my wet slit. His thick, rough finger slid gingerly into me while I rubbed my clit and I clamped down hard on him, locking his finger inside of me. “Goddamn…” he groaned, as he grabbed his cock firmly and squeezed his way to the fat tip. “What are you doing to me?”
“What are you doing to me?” I countered, grabbing his hand and pushing it further inside as my pussy contracted around him. His finger was pressing into me in just the right spot as I raised my hips up to coax him in deeper. Reading my body expertly, he began sliding his finger in and out of me hard and fast, down to the knuckle, as his other hand held me open. The sun was coming up and as the light began to seep into the room, I could see more fully his entranced face as he worked me over with his fingers, making me whimper with delight as I tried in vain to stifle my moans. Then all at once he withdrew, holding his finger, slick and glistening in the morning light up to his face, looking at the mess he’d pulled from me. He slid it in his mouth and sucked it clean ravenously. A smile spread across his face as he turned to me.
“God, you are something else,” he said, sliding his finger back inside of me slowly and extracting it again. But this time, he climbed between my legs, and, hovering over me, brought the cream covered finger to my lips. “Here, taste…”
As I took his long, thick finger in my mouth, tasting myself for the first time, he began to enter me. It was only when I felt him push his way inside of me that I understood exactly how massive and strong his cock was. He filled me almost to bursting as he let out a low moan, his strong hands lifting me up and pulling me towards him until I was sitting on his massive cock, my legs wrapped around his waist tightly, my hips bucking and swiveling, wanting to feel him in me even deeper. He took my breast in his mouth and teased my outstretched nipple with his teeth as he gripped my ass firmly. I could feel him surging inside of me as I bounced on his cock and bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my moans of pleasure. I wanted to consume his whole body inside of mine. My vision began to blur as a wave rose within me. I hadn’t felt anything like this in so long--i
f ever--and I was so overcome with the sensation I felt on the verge of some sort of breakdown, so alight was my body with vibrations.
But just as I was about to fully express my pleasure, a shrill, animal scream broke the moment, coming from outside. All motion stopped for a moment. We were still and quiet, listening for more. Then Derek’s voice. “Mike! Come quick!” Mike lifted me off of him, placed me on the bed, and he was gone.
I hurriedly put on the nightgown from the day before as I listened to the boys outside.
“What is it?”
“Coyotes--they got to our sheep.”
“How many did we lose?”
“Get the gun.”
They were too far from the window then for me to hear any more. I rushed to put on my shoes and run out the door to see if I could do anything, but just as I got outside I heard two shots ring out, stopping me cold.
The silence after the shots was heavy but lasted only a moment. Two more shots were fired. Then I saw Derek and Mike emerge from behind the barn. I began running towards them.
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