Every story has a beginning; this one begins in a few more paragraphs. Ryan Nathan Alexander will be riding his blue New Holland tractor in the nude. It's a Boomer tractor designed to be used on hobby farms. Boomer tractors are compact twenty-six-horsepower tractors sold to successful upper-middle-class people who never grow crops. They own enough land that a sixty-inch belly mower is needed to cut all the grass they cultivate to make their three-thousand-square-foot home appear neat.

That was, I mean to say, that IS Ryan, sort of.

He is naked because he likes to tan while he cuts his grass. It's a three-hour job to cut several acres of grass surrounding his home and in the walnut tree field. Three hours is just enough time to be toasted without being burned.

He’s not a pervert. He just loves the feeling of being clothing-free and feeling the summer sun dry roast his body to a healthy shade of brown. As a younger man, he'd hated how his body looked when he stood naked in front of a mirror. He could see his tanned brown arms, face, and thighs, and how healthy and vibrant they were. They contrasted with the pale white skin that was always covered by his shorts and T-shirts. The white skin looked unhealthy at best and vampire-pallid at worst.

He had no tan lines now. Cutting the grass while naked on his Blue Newie tractor changed all of that. It was the best way to “take a tan” and be productive. After all, he didn’t get where he did in life by being unproductive.

He owned twenty acres, a new home, a tractor, a trailer, and a pickup truck. All that remained was the right woman to share it with. Right women were hard to come by in remote and rural Wisconsin. At the age of thirty-eight, he wondered if he’d find one in his area.

Riding his tractor, Ryan wears a large-brimmed hat and leather sandals. Both of them for protection. No ball caps. No flip-flops. Successful adult men don't wear baseball caps unless they are playing baseball. Flip flops are for the beach.

Ryan's Dad taught him these things, as well as the etiquette of hats. Men take their hats off to honor women, to enter a home or church, and to be comfortable among other men of like kind. Ryan's Dad also taught him that sportswear was for sports, not shopping or working. He also set realistic expectations of how teenaged boys became successful men. Ryan walked in his father's shoes. He was frugal, not cheap; truthful, not political; and he worked for the good of his soul and not for material success, but material prosperity came along anyway.

Ryan will be cutting the grass in the walnut field today, Saturday, July 3rd. The sun-and-shadow dappled grass is a bit sparse. There's no breeze among the leafy branches now. The sun is almost at its zenith and Ryan's butt, and his privates, sweat into the leather tractor seat when he's in the direct sun. The walnut canopy provides some shade, a respite in the field.

…And this is the third time twenty-eight-year-old Kelly McGowan sees Ryan mow grass in the nude.

Kelly was shocked the first time she saw Ryan riding naked on his tractor. She had stood in the tree line between two pieces of property and stared as he maneuvered his tractor up and down and among the rows of black walnut trees. His muscular thighs had a slight sheen of sweat. So too, his back and arms. There wasn't much to see when he came straight on or went straight away; the engine housing hid most everything that piques a twenty-eight-year-old woman's interest. But when he turned and rode at an angle to her, she could see all she wanted to see.

Kelly masturbated to an apocalyptic shudder the second time she saw him naked on the tractor. She came quickly with her hand in her Irish-pennant jean shorts. She surprised herself at just how fast it happened. More than the tractor was sexy. This slightly mature man is handsome, hatted, and tanned. Riding naked underneath a blue sky, a warm sun, and in a field of green-leaved walnut trees… this was a masturbation fantasy come true.

This is Kelly's fifth visit to the walnut field. She's hoping to catch Ryan naked on his tractor. Two previous trips were unsuccessful. She arrives prepared to peep and to masturbate. Water bottle, seat cushion, crop top, flip-flops, no bra or panties, and shorts with an elastic waistband that could be quickly pulled down and then up, if needed. Kelly hoped the long green grass signaled Ryan would mow today.

This is now the beginning of Ryan’s Story.

At the edge of the walnut field, Ryan stripped off his Margaritaville T-shirt and his tan cargo shorts and draped them over a walnut branch. He put his cold bottle of tea in the cup holder, slipped his feet into his sandals, and pushed the large-brimmed hat back on his head before settling into the tractor's leather seat. Ryan adjusted his testicles for comfort. Then he turned the key halfway and waited for the glowlight to turn off; he turned the key further to start the diesel engine. The belching and bellowing of his tractor gave way to the mellow, deep, thrum as Ryan pushed the throttle forward and pressed down on the forward pedal of the tractor.

His pattern was simple. The left side of the mower deck against the tree, the exhaust into the center of each row. One pass on each side of the row and then one down the middle. He ducked a lower branch occasionally and was thankful he had trimmed the limbs high enough to pass underneath most of them.

It was hot. The sweat on Ryan's body had a beautiful sheen. He finished his tea in the first hour and wished he'd brought two bottles. His urge to pee occurred about halfway through the mow.

Kelly was startled when the sounds of the tractor mower stopped. She’d already masturbated to Ryan’s tanned body and handsome face. She’d been dozing comfortably in the warm sun on her seat cushion; she'd been indulging her post-orgasmic bliss. Her crop top was pulled above her berry-like nipples and breasts. Her shorts were rolled up as a pillow for her head. Her white breasts and her nicely-trimmed white cunny were taking a tan of their own. She’d cast aside her flip-flops earlier.

The silence in the walnut field hung in the air. It was waiting to be filled with something; some sound of some kind, but there was nothing except the distant braying of a mule from an Amish farm. Kelly raised herself up on her elbows to see why Ryan stopped mowing.

There he was. Hat on his head, sandals on his feet, one hand holding his penis and balls, the other arm stretched into the air like a bronco bull rider. He looked like he was line dancing.

“What the hell?” Kelly whispered to herself. She drew herself up for a better look.

Ryan made a turn to the left. He couldn't see Kelly, but he now faced her. She could see everything Ryan had to offer, and it was a hell of a sight to behold. He did a grapevine to the right, grapevine to the left, took three steps back, waggled his butt twice, moved two steps forward, and then stepped out wide in two counts and peed a small stream onto the ground. Ryan jumped his feet together, turned ninety degrees, and with a grapevine to the right, he began his dance again.

Kelly stifled her laugh with her hand. This man was line dancing and peeing! Kelly's bemused look said it all. Who the hell was this man?

Ryan was oblivious to everything except the music in his head and counting the steps until he peed again. When he finished his fourth wall of the line dance, he continued to pee until his bladder was empty.

Kelly smiled broadly. It was so cute, she crushed on Ryan. This was the most endearing sight she'd seen a naked man perform.

Two seconds later, Kelly screamed!

Looking down, she saw dozens of ticks crawling on her pubic hair and her legs.

“FUCKING TICKS!”

Kelly scrambled to her feet, brushing at her groin.

Ryan heard the scream and turned to see a young woman slapping vigorously at her vagina. Ryan ripped his hat off his head, clutched his hat to his privates, and bolted through the walnut trees to reach her.

“Fucking ticks!” Kelly shouted again.

She slapped and brushed herself as Ryan rushed towards her.

"Damn ticks!" She shouted one more time. She looked up momentarily and saw Ryan was almost upon her. She turned her back to him and her attention to her pubic area again.

Ryan scanned her back, her backside, and her legs. He used one hand to brush several ticks off her butt.

“None on your butt or legs now.” Ryan stood back, looking for signs he might have missed anything.

“This is so embarrassing,” Kelly spoke sotto voce and continued her search as best she could.

“No worries. It’s more important you don’t have more on you. Let’s get out of this tall grass and into the cut grass.”

“It’s just so embarrassing.”

Ryan picked up her shorts and water bottle in one hand as Kelly grabbed her flip flops. She used the seat cushion to cover herself. His hat never leaving his privates in the process, Ryan snapped her shorts in the air a few times; inspecting them to be sure they were free of ticks before reaching out to hand her the bottle and her shorts.

"Don't put them on yet. It's awkward for both of us so far, but it's about to get more so. If you put your shorts on before someone inspects you down there, you're asking for trouble."

The full import of his words made Kelly blush.

Kelly knew he was right. It would be a problem if a female tick burrowed into the warm moist area of her labia and began to work itself under her skin. Kelly shuddered. The idea of it burrowing into her labia, or any place else down there, was revolting.

She looked into Ryan’s eyes, ready to condemn his immortal soul to hell if he said the wrong fucking thing.

"I know, I know," Ryan nodded and shrugged. "This isn't what either of us had in mind when the day started, but here is where we are, and this is what needs to be done."

Kelly felt the truth of his words at the same time as she saw the movement just below Ryan’s navel.

“You have a tick, too. It’s above your…hat.” Kelly pointed with one finger while clutching the seat cushion to her body.

Looking down, Ryan had Kelly’s water bottle and shorts in one hand while his other hand held his hat; you could read the conflict on his face. Looking back into Kelly’s eyes again, Ryan ruefully pursed his lips and slowly put his hat on his head. Picking off the tick, Ryan flicked it to the side.

With an exaggerated sigh, he said, "Guess we better introduce ourselves if we’re going to do this. I’m Ryan.”

Ryan took his hat off his head as respectfully as he could, just as his dad taught him, and then covered his privates again. Ryan knew covering up was the right thing to do, although this was not an area in which his Dad would have given him a life lesson.

“Kelly.” She croaked her own name and then blushed.

"I'm thinking I should check you first, but if you have different thoughts, let me know.“

The tension was palpable. Kelly was the conflicted one now. It took her several seconds to come to terms with what Ryan had said earlier: Here is where we are, and this is what needs to be done.

“Oh, for God’s sake. I want my shorts back on. Let’s get this over with.”

In a flash, Kelly dropped the seat cushion to the ground, seated her butt on it, lay back, and spread her legs wide.

"This is so embarrassing," Kelly muttered again. She couldn't look Ryan in the eye. He must know by now she'd been masturbating. Why else would a woman be naked from the waist down in a walnut field? And now, here she was, showing her pussy like a cam girl after midnight. She wasn't judging, she was comparing her actions…and she was embarrassed.

Ryan was not her lover. He was a handsome stranger, and this was a walnut field in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. What might Ryan think about her after this? Kelly shuddered slightly at the thought. This is not who she usually was. But this is where she is at.

Ryan dropped to his knees, placed his hat on the ground, and paused. This is a dream come true. A near-nude woman open for his inspection. He couldn't help but notice her crop top had slid up a little. Her nipples strained against the fabric while her underboob showed below. He could see she had a tan line around her breasts. His mouth watered and he swallowed. He couldn't help himself. She was pretty.

“I’ll be quick. Sorry, but I’ll have to touch you.“

"I know. Be thorough. Don't be so quick you miss the little bastards. I hate them. I'll hold my legs up, but…oh, my God, I can't believe I 'm saying this to you… you'll have to open me to make sure I don't have any ticks where nothing is supposed to be."

Ryan nodded, leaned forward, and spoke, “It wasn’t a tick nest, you know.”

Kelly’s kept her eyes averted. She couldn’t look at him. "I know. I just wasn't thinking. I should have been paying attention. In a tree line, tall grass, July, questing ticks. Stupid, really. Just stupid.”

Ryan leaned forward to examine the trimmed auburn-dark pubic hair looking for signs of small movements.

Kelly continued with averted eyes, "I know better, really I do. It's July. The first hatch is out. Feeding. The nymphs are active. I wasn’t thinking.”

Ryan grunted. “No surface ticks on your hair. But I have to touch you now. Left labia first. How come you know so much about ticks?”

Ryan gently gripped the left lip of her vulva and lightly peeled it from her opening. He was looking for little black dots. He wasn't worried about the wood ticks, they were large and noticeable. It was the deer ticks that concerned him. The buggers were small and hard to see.

Kelly felt his touch and blushed. Her voice went up a notch as she replied, "I'm the county's new public health nurse. Just moved here. How come you know so much about ticks?”

Ryan smiled. “Forest Ranger. I also volunteer at the ambulance service. Paramedic-trained. Nothing on the left. Let’s look at the right.”

Ryan gently tugged her right outer labia and looked for tick movements.

“Nothing… I’m going to open you just a little. Sorry.”

Ryan pressed both lips outward; her opening responded to show the pinkness of her vaginal canal. “All good. Can you pull back a little more?”

Kelly pulled her legs back to bring her perineum into full view.

“Got two back here.”

Below her vulva, Ryan gently pinched each tick between his fingernails and removed them. He kept his face professional, but Ryan just couldn't un-see her pussy. She was pretty down there. He backed away when done.

“Ok. You can put your shorts on now. Sorry, we had to do that.”

“Me, too. Had to be done. Worth it to avoid Lyme disease or one of the other ten diseases ticks carry around here.”

Kelly stood, slipped on her shorts and flip-flops. She tugged her crop top down. Kelly felt more comfortable now that her private parts were covered.

Ryan stood and put his hat back on. It seemed phony to cover himself now, but he really wished his shorts and Tee weren't on the other side of the field.

“You don’t have to inspect me, Kelly. I can do this myself. I’ve done it before. You don’t ride nude on a tractor underneath trees without these buggers dropping on you. But it’s usually only one or two.”

"Don't be silly. It comes with my territory as a public health nurse. You ran through tall grass to get to me. You know as well as I do, ticks are questing, hanging on to anything and everything with their hind legs as they lean out to grab something that comes by. They found me and they likely found you, too. Lay down. Assume the position, please.

Ryan nodded and sat on Kelly's seat cushion. He probably didn't have ticks. He 'd sprinted plus he'd only been there a short time. She must have been there a long time to have as many ticks as she did. But if the new young public health nurse wanted to inspect, he wasn't going to object.

Lying back, Ryan opened his legs. His uncut relaxed penis lay to the left of his testicles. It wasn’t going to stay relaxed. He knew it. She probably did, too.

Kelly dropped to her knees to examine him closer. It was a blessing he kept himself trimmed. Overly hairy and untended genitalia would have made this a chore instead of a more pleasant task. He was better-looking up close.

She knew the protocol well enough. Do not touch anything without telling the other person first. "Failure-to-Inform" was sufficient cause to be charged with assault. Ask anyone in healthcare, they have stories to tell about lawsuits for professional touching that wasn't informed in advance. Ryan had used the paramedic protocol with her; she now used it with him.

"Testicles first."

Kelly gently lifted Ryan's testicles and felt his testes move in his scrotum. She examined the space between his scrotal sac and his anus.

“Nothing. I’m moving your scrotum to the side to check around it.” As expected, his penis was becoming chubby.

Ryan smiled on the inside. This day was too amazing. No one would believe his package was being inspected by the new public health nurse in the middle of his walnut field. No one. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone. The best things that ever happen in your life cannot be shared. His Dad had told him that once and Ryan always remembered it. This was one of those times.

“Checking your penis now.”

Kelly lifted Ryan’s rapidly enlarging penis. Two black dots presented themselves at the base on the underside of his growing column.

“Uh, Ryan. You’ve got two lady ticks digging into the base of your penis. They’re half-in already. “

“Shit. Seriously?”

“I am. Lady ticks are the quickest to bury in. Got any detergent?”

“Uh, I have some in the house and garage, of course.”

"Ok, let me finish 'n then we can run-up to the house. Checking your foreskin now.”

Kelly pulled back Ryan's foreskin to check for ticks around his glans. He was fully erect now. Her hand completely encircled his shaft as her other hand pulled down on the foreskin. No ticks there, thank goodness. Kelly flushed sexually. It was more than the sun keeping her warm now. Her biology reacted to his biology. His penis was nicely, but not overly sized.

This is not the time for sexual thoughts. Kelly told herself this, but some things can't be controlled. Although Kelly's insides were in turmoil as blood rushed to her vulva and clit, she remained professional on the outside.

“Ok, let’s get these two ticks taken care of.”

Kelly stood and extended her hand to Ryan to pull him up. As he clasped her hand, Ryan’s brain instantly cataloged and recorded her hand’s size, shape, warmth, and the pressure of her touch. Her brain did the same with his. Poker face in place, Kelly pulled him up.

Their hands lingered together long enough for them to know they liked each other. They smiled awkwardly. Then both smiles broadened at the overall absurdity of their situation.

“Jesus!” Ryan shook his head in disbelief. “What a day this is turning out to be.”

Kelly continued to smile broadly and then tilted her head. “I’m thinking the same thing. A naked you and a half-naked me. We don't know each other and yet we've already played doctor."

Kelly paused before continuing. “It never occurred to me this would happen today.”

Kelly’s eye’s twinkled. “But, as you said, here we are.”

She paused again to break the spell. “Ok. How do we get to your house?”

Ryan pointed to a cut in the tree line. “Through there.” His heart was pounding in his chest.

oOo

Ryan was lying upside-up on his bed. Kelly was applying a cue tip coated in dishwashing detergent around the bite area and to the backsides of two female ticks.

Soap doesn’t work as quickly, she said. The ticks let go and backed themselves out immediately. Kelly removed them with tweezers and swabbed isopropyl alcohol in the area to disinfect the bites.

Ryan was fully erect at all the attention he was getting.

“Good as new.”

“Thank you.”

Neither one made a move to get up. Ryan studied Kelly’s face with a peculiar look.

His erection filled the silence between them.

"Hold still…You've got one crawling out of your hairline."

Ryan reached up and pinched another tick off Kelly. Kelly dabbed it with alcohol before Ryan dropped it into the small Ziploc baggie that held the other two.

“You should shower and wash your hair.”

Kelly nodded. Anything to break this spell was good.

oOo

While Kelly showered, Ryan put on clean cargo shorts and one of those paramedic T-shirts that read, "I keep my job if you run with scissors." He grabbed two beers, placed one on the kitchen counter, and sat outside on the shaded patio in a swiveling rocking chair.

He checked off the relationship boxes in his head. What might Kelly have to offer in a long term relationship? She was intelligent, practical, and mostly calm under pressure; comfortable with both her body and his, she had a professional job and served the community. Ryan's Dad would approve.

There was a lot to like about her physically, too. Auburn-brown hair, brown eyes, cute smile, proportional, professional, and berry-like nipples. Attractive with her clothes on or off. What’s not to like?

Of course, there was still the reason she was half-naked in his walnut field. It had to be she was possibly taking a nature walk, or she was masturbating about him, or both. Both were erotic to consider, but he preferred to think of her masturbating. He wasn't going to ask her. It was her story to share, not his to extract.

Ryan figured she lay too long in one spot while the ticks found a warm-blooded mammal to cuddle up to. He held the ticks no ill will. He would cuddle with her, too, if she was interested.

A few minutes later, Kelly walked out on the patio with wet hair, clothes on, and her beer in her right hand. She sat opposite Ryan.

“Thanks for this.”

Kelly tilted the bottle’s long neck towards Ryan. Ryan tilted back.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Embarrassed still, but better now.”

“Me, too. I may be a little less embarrassed than you though. Don’t know for sure.”

Kelly smiled. “Can I ask you something?”

Ryan nodded.

“Were you dancing?”

Ryan flushed. “Now I know for sure I’m more embarrassed than you. You saw me? I guess you must have.”

He took a long draw out of his beer to collect his thoughts.

"Sort of… it's sort of my Dad's pee dance.“

“Pee dance? What?”

"It's what my Dad said to me when I asked him the same question twenty years ago. 'Were you dancing?' He said 'sort of… it's sort of my Dad's pee dance.' "

“This is a family thing?” Kelly went wide-eyed at the idea this was generational.

“Guess so but not what you think. We didn’t stand in a line, or a circle, and pee together. My Dad said it was a private thing and that one day I would be in the woods by myself and I would make-up my own pee dance...It isn't for others to see...I'm really sorry you saw mine."

Kelly took a long swig of her bottle. This man was more interesting than anyone she'd ever met. He was not just a character. He had character. The truthful kind. The kind you don’t find in the dating scene she’d been involved in for the past few years.

Kelly swallowed. Lowering her eyes a little, she softly said, "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine."

Ryan looked her over. He would never have told anyone about today. Not his style. He never thought she would either. But now she had raised the issue of not sharing this day with other people. He could see that her reputation and his were at risk if it were known. Small town gossip never died.

Ryan nodded and agreed.

Kelly relaxed. She took another sip, looked at Ryan, and thought about everything that just happened. She liked him.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Kelly searched Ryan's face for a truthful reply.

Ryan smiled broadly. “I would love, too.”

oOo

Thirty days later, Kelly was cutting grass in the nude on Ryan’s blue New Holland tractor. Sandal’s on her feet and a large-brimmed bush hat on her head, her breasts bounced in the warm August sun. The tan lines she once had were fading.

Ryan stood at the cut through the tree line that led to the house. He was emotionally in a good place.

A few minutes earlier, he’d seen Kelly working on her own pee dance in the middle of the walnut field. She was so cute and so sexy at the same time.

He knew he would marry her. It was meant to be.

The walnut harvest was going to be good this year. Ryan had everything he needed in life. He owned twenty acres, a new home, a tractor, a trailer, and a pickup truck. Now Ryan had a woman to share it with. Just like his Dad had told him it would turn out if he followed his advice.

Looking towards the heavens, Ryan tugged the brim of his hat with respect and whispered, "Thanks, Dad. For everything.”