Chapter 1
It is a scorching dusty day on the farm, the kind that makes the insides parched and the skin tight. Kayla peeks out the farmhouse windows to the fields. Mike is such a sexy man and she’s been spying on him for days.
When he first came to work her daddy’s farm, she nearly dropped her jaw in lust at his raw sex appeal, but she wanted to restrain herself. His thick chestnut brown hair and confident swagger magnetized her to him. She could think of nothing else but the hair that peeked out from his work shirt at the cuffs and the collar. Her daddy would not approve of her flirting with the men who worked for him.
But today, her daddy went into town for the day and her restless nature tugs at her. Mike is working the backfield and she knows he is alone today. What harm does watching him do? Kayla is a pretty little thing, with a wild mane of honey blonde hair and a body that has spent a lot of time outdoors, sculpting and defining her soft curves.
When she walks down the street, appreciative eyes follow her, but she is very selective about whom she lets get close to her. She fantasizes as she watches Mike riding the tractor, thinking about his strong arms. She thinks about how he looks in his blue jeans and about his short brush of a beard. She’d never kissed a man with a beard and wonders how it would feel.
Kayla feels a twinge of arousal between her legs and some butterflies in her stomach. Gulping the dry air, the oppressive heat burns her skin, or is the heat coming from within? She makes some lemonade. Glancing at the clock in the kitchen, it is nearly noon. Mike would be breaking for lunch soon and she makes enough for two. He’ll appreciate the break and maybe she could get just a little closer to him.
Impulsively, she grabs the thermos and two plastic cups. The ice cubes tinkle melodiously in the thermos as she drops them in one by one and then runs one over her lips to cool off her dry mouth.
Slipping on a pair of wedge heels by the door, she wears a scanty tank top and blue jeans shorts. Her toes poke out of the sandals, tan from days of going barefoot. Hopping into the seat of “Big Red” her daddy’s farm truck, she hurries to catch up with Mike on the next pass with the tractor. Parking the truck hastily at an angle on the edge of the field, she jumps out and sits on the hood to catch his eye as he comes over the hill. He spies her waving her arms and cannot believe his luck.
Mike notices Kayla immediately. She is a hot little number and about the most natural beauty he’d ever seen. The thoughts he had the first time they met were simply wicked, as he imagined her perky little tits and tight ass naked.
A slow easy smile crosses his face as he wonders what she is doing waiting at the edge of the field sitting on the hood of the truck. Stopping the tractor, he looks at her legs dangling down and her chest arching forward as she leans back on her arms. Her hair down and blowing around, a twisted mess of waves, is just perfect for grabbing a handful and pulling her close to him.
Casually he asks, “Hi Kayla, what’s up?”
“I made some lemonade and thought you’d enjoy some on a day like today.”
In one hop, she jumps off the hood and turns to open the truck door, opening the thermos. Her pear shaped ass is in ideal view as she leans in to pour a glass of icy lemonade. Turning around slowly, Kayla finds Mike face to face with her, one hand leaning against the truck cab.
“I’d love some lemonade. Thank you.”
Their eyes lock as she slowly pours a glass of the tart liquid into a cup. She splashes a little on her hand and as soon as she gives Mike the cup, she raises her hand slowly to her mouth and licks it from her hand as her lips pucker a little from the sour flavor.
“Refreshing, isn’t it?” Kayla asks Mike with a smile.
As Mike gulps, he can only nod. He swallows, and then asks, “Where’s your dad today?”
“He went into town, won’t be back ’til later. It got so quiet up at the house, I thought I’d give you a break and oh I confess, I just wanted someone to talk to.”
“How late is later?”
“Very late.”
With volumes spoken in those few words, Mike realizes that this is the chance he’s thought about all summer.
“Are you sure you just wanted to talk?” Mike asks as he reaches over and brushes a stray hair back behind Kayla’s ear. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply as he touches her, his manly scent tingling her nose, mixed with the scent of freshly turned soil coming from the dry fields. When she opens her eyes, a playful smile crosses her face.
Scampering out from under his arm, Kayla skips to the tailgate and with a swift hop sits down, crosses her legs, winks at him and asks, “What else would you have in mind?”
“Oh, Mike… ” is all that escapes from her throat as she is lost in the fervor of his mouth. Her body senses so many different sources of heat radiating under, over, around and within, she believes she may simultaneously combust. Her backside warms from the searing metal under her bare bottom, Mike’s hot tongue laps greedily at her oozing hot juices, and the sun beats down on her exposed shoulders and chest.
