I started working as an apprentice on John Allen’s farm in April and was eager to learn all I could from him about farming, so that I would be able to start my own farm in a few years. He set me up in the apprentice cabin on the other side of the field about a hundred yards from the house. It was a small cabin with a wood stove, a bed, a soft chair and a bureau. An outhouse sat about twenty feet from the back door.
John was in his fifties, had long gray hair, a shaggy beard and reminded me of an old hippie from the sixties. His wife, Mary was around the same age, but her long hair was still dark and her skin was smooth and radiant. When she smiled, dimples formed just below her round cheeks and her blue eyes crinkled. They worked hard and I enjoyed having dinner with them in the evening, hearing stories and John’s philosophy on this and that.
I was their only apprentice, but they told me their daughter would be home from college soon and she worked with them for the summer. I didn’t think much about that until the day she arrived just in time for dinner. When she ran up to her parents and hugged them and said how good it was to be home, I was stunned not only by how pretty she was but by her tight jeans and round ass.
“Hi, I’m Sherry,” she said, when she saw me sitting at the table. “Guess we’ll be working together this summer,” she added as she came to the table and we shook hands.
“I’m Pete. Really glad to meet you,” I said and was struck by her blue eyes and her dimpled smile like her mother’s. I could see how much they looked alike although Sherry had light brown hair, in a ponytail. As she walked around the kitchen, looking at everything, touching the counter, the refrigerator, the cook stove, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass straining the jeans.
“I really missed being home,” she said to her parents as she walked into the living room area that was separated from the kitchen by the big cook stove and a brick chimney. Her tight yellow tee shirt revealed her stomach and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was obviously not wearing a bra.
Our eyes met a few times while she was talking to her parents, but she also smiled when she glanced at me. One time she looked at me, biting her lower lip, keeping her eyes on mine, smiling and flirting devilishly. We both felt an immediate attraction and I knew something was going to happen between us.
While her mother was busy getting dinner ready, Sherry walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was sitting at the kitchen table looking at a magazine, but noticed she was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and fairly wide apart. Again our eyes met and her tongue licked her lower lip. She smiled and it was clear she was sending me a teasing message. I glanced down at her crotch then at her eyes and felt myself getting aroused by the sexual energy that was flowing between us.
“Come on, dear,” her mother said, “dinner is on the table.”
Sherry came and sat down next to me at the round oak table. While she talked to her parents, her thigh touched my thigh. When she passed the plate of mashed potatoes to me, her hands grazed mine and she looked me in the eyes, smiling, “Here Pete. You look like a man who likes to eat.” She then rubbed her thigh harder against my thigh as if sending me a special suggestive message with her words and touching. I have to admit I was surprised at how brazen she was considering we had just met. I didn’t know what to make of her but was curious.
During dinner, she talked mostly to her parents but kept her leg pressed against mine and one time she placed her hand on my thigh and rubbed it. She asked me where I was from. I told her I was from a small town outside of Philadelphia and graduated last year from the College of the Atlantic in Maine. She told me she was a philosophy major at Brown University.
I was impressed when she told her parents she made the Dean’s List and won first prize for her essay on the Ethics of Aristotle. Sherry was not only sexy, she was smart. When her mom brought homemade ice cream to the table, “Wow, mom, my favorite dessert,” she said. “I’m so glad to be home.”
While she spoke, Sherry wrapped her foot around mine and moved it closer to her. It was like our feet were hugging. When we finished the ice cream, Sherry was licking the ice cream off the spoon with her tongue, glancing at me while she licked but was slyly discreet. Her parents were not aware of the hot flirting that was going on. I’m shy and hesitant around girls, but Sherry was the opposite. I had never met anyone like her. Things were heating up quickly and I could not believe this was happening, wondering where this was leading.
Sherry helped her mom clear the table while John and I talked about some of the things we were going to do the next day. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Sherry’s ass and tits. While she helped her mom, she glanced at me and our eyes met then she quickly turned away so that John and Mary wouldn’t notice. Finally, I got up and said I was going back to my cabin to read.
Usually, I was asleep by nine because we started work at six. I did the chores in the barn, milked the cow, fed the chickens, gathered the eggs, filled their water. Then I went over to the pigs and filled their trough with grain, pouring some milk over it, shoveled manure in the barnyard into the compost pile and then went up to the house around seven for breakfast.
My cabin was comfortable and I liked sitting in the soft easy chair with a book. The glow from the lamp over the chair made the small room cozy. About an hour later, I heard footsteps outside and noticed a flashlight coming from the main house to my cabin. Then there was a knock at the door and before I could say, “Come in,” Sherry was there. When she entered she didn’t say a word but smiled and looked me in the eye. She had the tight jeans on but had changed her shirt to a red tank top with a low neckline that barely contained her tits.
“Want to smoke a joint with me?”
“Sure,” I said, surprised those were her first words.
“Cool,” she said, smiling and took one already rolled out of her pocket. “I love smoking weed. It gets me so horny.”
“Really,” I responded and smiled. “What do you like to do when you’re horny?” I asked, already knowing her answer but wanting to hear the words come from her mouth.
“Fuck. I love to fuck and I like it rough,” she said and laughed as she lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to me. I nodded, smiling at her, liking how blunt and direct she was.
She went to the bed and flopped down, smiling at me. I took a hit and then went and sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the joint.
“Did my dad tell you his rule about me and apprentices?” she asked.
“No, what rule?”
“I’m a no, no,” she said, “off limits.”
“Really, why,” I asked.
“It’s stupid but he’s very over-protective and you’re here to work and learn.”
“You don’t make it easy to obey that rule,” I said, passing her the joint.
“I know,” she said, grinning at me. “But it wasn’t a problem until the last few years and he got uptight about me and the apprentices. He still thinks I’m daddy’s little girl.”
I nodded, taking the joint from her, looking at her, thinking how pretty she was leaning against my pillow, still surprised at how quickly things were happening between us. We took a few more hits and then just looked at each other’s eyes and didn’t speak. We were both stoned.
“I bet you think I’m a big flirt, don’t you,” she asked, smiling coyly.
“Well, aren’t you?” I answered, looking into her eyes.
“Kind of, I guess, but what can I say, I like adventure.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But you will see, I’m not a lot more than meets the eye. You’ll find out.”
“Oh, so you are a woman of mystery.”
“You’ll find out. Let’s say, I’m smart and I know what I like and what I don’t.” She paused, looking at me. “I’m honest about myself and though I like fun, I’m also serious about a lot of things in life, very serious. You’ll see.”
“Hmmm, intriguing, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better,” I said taking one last hit of the joint and put it down on the table next to my bed.
“I’m looking forward to getting to know you, too,” she said, that devilish smile returning as she looked into my eyes.
She then put her hand on my thigh and started to rub it. I put my hand on her thigh and she spread her legs apart. She moved her hand up to my cock which was already hard and bulging in my jeans. I moved my hand slowly closer to her pussy but didn’t touch it. She then reached up, grabbed my shirt, gripping it tightly in her fist and pulled me down and we kissed, gently at first then harder, our tongues swirling as we kissed. I then placed my hands on her pussy and started rubbing her as she grabbed my cock through my jeans.
Our kissing and touching was quickly getting hotter until we both pulled our mouths apart, gasping for a breath of air, our eyes looking hungrily into each other's eyes. She then put her hands on her tits covered by the tight tank top, holding each one in her hands, rubbing and squeezing them, looking into my eyes. Watching her was so hot and though I was shy, I was not inexperienced and remembered how she said she liked it rough and that’s what I wanted.
While she played with her tits, I rubbed her pussy harder through her tight jeans, moving my hand back and forth, our eyes fixed on each other’s eyes. I could tell she was getting hotter, her tongue licking her bottom lip. She then put her hand on the bulge in my jeans, moving her hand up and down the length of my hard cock, looking at me, biting her lower lip. “Feels like you got a big weapon in there.”
I smiled and rubbed her pussy even harder, getting rougher as she gripped my cock bulging in my jeans. I love playing with a girl’s pussy, teasing her until she screams for me to fuck her. I was going to tease Sherry until she begged for my cock. While I rubbed her pussy, she raised her ass off the bed, pushing harder against my hand, getting hornier. I then pulled her big tits out from her tank top, leaned down and started licking her nipples. I was sucking and licking her harder and rubbing her crotch harder and she moved her head from side to side, her moaning getting louder.
“Umm, that feels so good. I like what you’re doing to me, Peter. Lick my tits harder,” she gasped.
“I like doing this to you. I’m so hard, but I’m going to make you beg for it,” I said, lifting my mouth from her tit, looking into her hungry eyes.
“So you’re a big tease,” she said and smiled. “You think you can hold out. I know guys like you just want to pound a girl’s pussy.” She put her hand on my cock again and started rubbing harder through my jeans. After a few minutes, she found the zipper and managed to get my cock out, “Ummm you’re so hard and big,” she growled.
I leaned over and started sucking her other tit and continued playing with her pussy through her tight jeans while she gripped my hard cock. As I rubbed her harder, she arched off the bed, thrusting her pussy into my hand, breathing faster and moaning louder.
Our eyes were locked on each other's eyes as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. They were so tight but I managed to snake my fingers down to her wet pussy, surprised she wasn’t wearing panties, loving how tight her jeans were on my hand as I squeezed my fingers against her wet pussy lips. We didn’t speak but just watched each other’s pleasure.
She bit her bottom lip, moaning louder as I found her clit; our eyes were still locked on each other. She then let go of my cock and reached in back of her to grab the metal railing at the top of my bed with both hands and lifted her ass, pushing her pussy against my finger screaming, “Harder! Harder! Do it harder!”
I then moved my finger into her pussy, feeling how tight and wet she was. She closed her eyes as I went deeper, moving my finger in and out, loving the aroma of her sex and looking at her face as she bit her lower lip and lifted her pussy harder against my hand, fucking my fingers squeezed there by the crotch of her tight jeans. I then entered another finger and moved it harder and faster and she gasped and shook. “Oh Pete, keep doing that,” she moaned. I then leaned forward and continued licking her nipple, lightly at first and then she let go of the railing, grabbed my hair, pushing my mouth harder against her tit. “Mmmmm. I like that,” she screamed. “Suck my tits harder. Harder! Harder! Oh, fuck! This is so hot!”