Out to the Barn
Montana could be so hot in the summer. Carrie took one look at the boiling sun outside and decided to shimmy into a pair of tight jean shorts and a blue, cropped cami. She looked into the floor length mirror in her bedroom and smiled. The denim showed off her pert ass perfectly, and her long blond hair gently brushed her exposed waist. She pulled her shirt a little lower over her bare breasts and decided she was ready.
Carrie headed outside to the barn, knowing she’d seen her dad’s best friend, Jackson, enter an hour ago. He’d be working on the run down pick up truck, something he always did on Sunday. She’d had a crush on him for ages, and would always try and get his attention with her tiny clothes. One time, she’d even sunbathed topless in front of him. He always ignored her antics, but today was different. Today she was eighteen.
She sashayed into the barn, biting her lip at the sight before her. A man in his forties bent over the open hood of a truck, his ragged, dirty jeans hugging his ass. He’d taken off his shirt and hat due to the heat, throwing them onto a nearby hay bale.
“Hey Jackson,” she drawled, propping up one of her boots against the door.
“Your dads not here. He’s fixing fences in the pasture.” He grunted, pointedly ignoring her.
“I know, silly. I came to invite you to dinner with us tonight,” she giggled.
“Why? We both know your daddy can’t cook worth a damn.”
He finally stood up, wiping grease off his hands with a nearby rag. He lowered the hood of the truck and turned to face Carrie. He narrowed his eyes at her outfit, knowing exactly what the little brat was up to.
“Wellll, tonight’s kinda special, Jackson.” She skipped forward and bent over the other side of the truck, resting her elbows in a way that showed off her breasts. “Today’s my eighteenth birthday.”
“I know, you’re a proper young lady now, hm? You’ll always be daddy’s little girl though.”
His voice was gravely from years of smoking cigarettes and calling to farm hands. It made a heat pool low in Carrie’s belly. She could listen to that man talk for hours.
“What would your daddy think about his good little girl prancing in here with her ass and tits out?”
Carrie’s mouth dropped open, shocked. She’d heard Jackson curse before, but never had he used such crude language around her before. Fuck, had she gone too far?
