A jagged bolt of lightning exploded across the violet dusk sky, illuminating endless miles of cornfields. A warm breeze blew across the land, rippling the vast sea of green, sending the sweet scent of ripe corn through the open windows.

Blair closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the fragrance stir her memory. Their first time had been in a cornfield. Bent over the tailgate of that old pickup. Her cut-off shorts bunched down around her knees. His ready cock so hard and hot as he slid into her eager wetness.

Reminiscing was beginning to have a physical effect as heat flooded Blair's groin. She slid a hand across her nipples, down her soft belly, into her panties, and her middle finger traced slow circles around her clit.

Blair had wanted to fuck Ryan from the first time she laid eyes on him. She had taken a summer job as a farm hand primarily to pass the time during semester break.

So, at 5:56am on a Monday, she was sitting on a bench outside the local farm supply store, waiting for her new boss to arrive. He'd told her on the phone during her interview to be punctual or not bother showing up at all.

At 5:59 an old, beat-up, blue F-250 with mud on the tires and dust all over the windshield pulled up in front of her. As she stood the driver's door swung open and a white straw cowboy hat emerged.

She paused before moving towards the truck. A tan, muscular arm removed the hat, revealing wavy, dark hair streaked with auburn highlights from hours spent in the sun. He looked across the hood of the truck with a warm, wide grin.

"Howdy,” he chimed.

This was certainly not the man Blair had spoken to on the phone.  He had sounded much older and spoke gruffly. This man was in his early 20s, tall and chiseled. His voice was smoky with a hint of a Southern accent.

"I'm Ryan. My grampa, Tom, said to pick you up here. You're the new farm hand, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Blair", she replied, still standing in front of the bench.

"Well, hop in, Blair. We've got a lot of shit to get done today."

She reached for the door and climbed into the cab as Ryan replaced his hat and got behind the wheel. 

"You sure my car will be okay here?" Blair asked.

"Yeah. My family spends a lotta money here so the manager doesn't mind. Grampa always has the temporary help park here. Otherwise, half of them get lost trying to find the farm." They pulled onto the road and headed East into the boundless croplands.

He smelled like leather and alfalfa hay. Blair kept stealing glances of him with her peripherals as they drove farther down the country road. His lightweight button-up shirt didn't do much to conceal his well-toned pecs and abs. Fitted Wrangler jeans over worn-in Justin boots completed the classic farm boy look. Blair felt a heat growing between her thighs.

Ryan turned his head and caught her peeping. She blushed and looked straight out the windshield. He had shamrock eyes flecked with amber and aquamarine, like deep mountain ponds she wanted to drown in.  An all-American Adonis.

"So, you ever work on a farm before?"  He broke the silence.

The question was innocent enough, but his tone was pointed. Blair understood.

Hiring temporary farm labor was a crapshoot. Lots of young people take the job thinking, out of ignorance, that it will be easy money. Fun in the sun and a wad of cash at sundown. Then reality sets in and they don't come back by the fourth day. You end up paying out only at the end of the week, just to keep them around.

Blair turned toward him slightly, admiring his profile.

"Sure. My grandparents grew acres of vegetables and flowers for their farm stand, and they operated a U-pick strawberry patch. My siblings and I worked there every summer. Plus, we have some hay fields." His posture softened a bit, and he smiled out of one corner of his mouth.

"Oh, good. So, you won't bitch out after one day."

"I think you'll be seeing a lot of me", Blair sneered back, unsure if he was being sarcastic.

He eyeballed her from head to toe and smiled broadly.

Over the next week Blair worked hard around the farm, pulling weeds from vegetable beds, stacking hay, mucking horse stalls, milking goats...

She also worked hard at getting to know Ryan better. Their conversation flowed easily as he drove her back to her car each evening.

He didn't have a steady girlfriend. "It's a small town. Kinda feels weird dating girls I known since Kindergarten. Plus, I'm related to over half of 'em," he bemoaned.  

It probably wasn't much of an exaggeration. Lots of folks around these rural communities marry their high school sweethearts and it doesn't take long before the whole county is cousins. And Ryan's family had been here for four generations.

Even with twelve-hour work days, Blair’s first week flew past and Friday afternoon she was grumpy at the thought of not seeing Ryan for two whole days.  She’d been casually flirting with him all week.

Brushing past him too closely so their bodies touched. Lingering fingertips against his when she handed him tools. Bending over too far to give him a good view of her ass. Weaving sexual innuendo throughout daily conversation. Blair was laying it on thick.

Ryan reciprocated in some ways. He was quick with a lewd quip and seemed to enjoy her playful teasing. She had definitely caught him checking her out several times, so she felt the attraction was mutual.

When 5:45 rolled around she climbed into the truck cab with Ryan, having decided to make her move on the short drive back to town. The gravel road under the tires vibrated the old pickup and drew Blair's attention to her swollen vulva.

Lust fueled her courage, and she reached across the cab towards his lap. Her hand brushed his penis through his jeans and found it tumescent. He twitched in surprise at her sudden contact.

"Uh, wha, what are you doing?" he stammered, eyes wide, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

She stared into his emerald pools and pressed her palm onto the hardening spot in his jeans, making small circles on his glans.

"Thinking about sucking your dick" Blair said brazenly. 

A sort of laugh-scoff noise escaped Ryan's gaping mouth. He was shocked at her candor and his cock grew in excitement by how much Blair desired him. She repositioned herself on the bench seat so that her face was less than a foot away from his crotch. 

As she slowly unzipped his jeans, he undid the button and shifted his hips to give her better access.

He was glancing quickly between the road ahead and what was happening in his lap. Blair's hand snaked through the flap of his boxers and his eager cock sprang out enthusiastically. Blair smiled and admired his smooth, pink meat.

She ran her nose around his shiny, lilac glans, bouncing it lightly with her lips.  His balls were firm and soft, like a overripe peach. The heady scent of his musk increased the wetness between her legs. She licked her lips and kissed his tip. Ryan gasped.

The girth of his rigid member filled her grip perfectly, so that her thumb and index finger just barely came together. His length was a respectable 6+ inches that wouldn't gag her if she deep throated him.

She stroked delicately, up and down, up and down. He felt like warm velvet in her hand. "You have a very nice dick, Ryan."

Before he could say anything, Blair was swallowing his erection.

"Oh, God!" he blurted.

She swirled her tongue around, exploring his turgid manhood. He tasted salty and pungent from working and sweating all day.

She pulled her head up slowly, opening her mouth to let viscous saliva drip down his penis. Her lips parted slightly, and she pushed down over his tip, sucking just the head and fondling his balls with her right hand.

He moaned and wrapped a hand around her ponytail. He didn't push down like she anticipated, but just palmed her skull gently as he watched her licking his pole. Blair's pussy lips were full and straining against her denim shorts. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the square center seam grind into her labia. Her cunt longed to be filled.

Ryan was controlling the speed now, guiding her head up and down firmly, but not forcefully. She lapped and sucked his shaft all the way down to the base, feeling pubic hair brush her lips and the zipper of his jeans push into her chin. She slurped him the whole way back up like someone eating a rapidly melting popsicle. The scent of her desire filled the cab of the truck.

Blair wondered if any passing vehicles would see them. It was rare to see anyone else on their evening drives, but it wouldn't be surprising. The farm truck sat up pretty high, though, and likely anyone passing them would just smile and wave. Blair also figured any of the locals they might see would know Ryan and wouldn't begrudge the hard-working farm boy getting some action.

Regardless, she knew they would reach her car soon, and the parking lot didn't offer much privacy. She sucked harder and flicked his frenulum with her tongue. Ryan moaned and his cock quivered. Salty, slick pre-cum oozed out and onto Blair's tongue. His breathing was getting raspy.

"I'm gonna cum," he stammered.

Blair kept her lips sealed around him, moving her head up and down. Ryan's hips bucked and hot jizz coated the back of her tongue. She swallowed and moaned, vibrating her throat against his spasming shaft.

"Aaugghh!" he groaned in pleasure.

Blair was licking the last drips of semen off of Ryan’s softening member when the truck turned left and rumbled over the familiar potholes of the store’s parking lot. She sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand while glancing around for onlookers.

Ryan still looked befuddled as Blair scooted to the far side of the bench. She smiled coquettishly at him, collecting her backpack and opening the passenger door.

“Well, I hope you have a good weekend Ryan,” she offered, breaking the silence.

His stupor broken Ryan met her gaze. “Uh-huh. You too, Blair…” He was fumbling his flaccid penis back into his boxers. Blair closed the creaking door and crossed in front of the truck.

She stood at his open window, and he turned to meet her eyes. Blair studied his face, trying to discern what he was thinking.

“So, I guess I’ll see you Monday at 6:00?” Blair plied.

A slight smile perked at one corner of his mouth, and his gorgeous jade eyes illuminated.

The puddle in Blair’s panties threatened to dribble down her thighs.

“I’ll see you bright and early Monday, Blair. Have a good weekend.”