reneestjohn: agrouchyoldman:It was her first time being used by the old man, she had been with young
reneestjohn: agrouchyoldman:It was her first time being used by the old man, she had been with young men plenty of times before she had graduated, but the Old Man had both a danger and a kindness in his eyes that she couldn’t stop thinking about. He had ignored her for months on end as she took care of their many pets and chores around the aging property. Occasionally she would dress in something revealing as it was her hope to get his attention. He was a slender, well muscled and put together, handsome man in his late 50s. It seemed that He was always busy working on something, usually writing at the computer in an office towards the front of the farmhouse, but sometimes he would putter around outdoors or in the garage fixing or improving a part of the main house or one of its outbuildings. One especially warm afternoon shortly after starting to work for them, she was moving through her chores in the yard, watering plants, feeding their tortoise and bunnies, and she went to bring a heavy bag of feed from the garage to the chicken coop. The woman’s car was gone, at work she thought. The girl was athletic but not big, proud of her body and realizing she was attractive, she enjoyed teasing the boys and professors at school. Last year was her first at the local college. Her parents taught her to be practical and her grades hadn’t been high enough for a full scholarship despite having run track in High School. So she was still living at home. But that usually meant she didn’t get to have boys stay overnight. Getting the bags of feed in the garage was heavy and they had to be brought to the coop out at the back of the property. The girl was feeling hot and sweaty, a bit gross, was what she actually thought. That particular day she had dressed in a cute tee that exposed her smooth little belly and snug short shorts, both to be able to tease the old Man if she saw him and to help handle the blazing summer heat. It had been really hot and humid for the last week. She was feeling overheated, and unconsciously thinking about the old man’s hands exploring her body. Aware that her taut nipples were showing off her obvious excitement, and that her pussy was slippery at the thought of his fingers touching her. But this obsession with the Man was really filling her head today. Sure that the woman was gone, she made up an excuse to go to the back door. Knocking and waiting realizing she was beaded with perspiration, and flushed from the work, she was searching for the right words when He answered the door. The door clicked, and swung inward, it was Him as she had hoped, and he stood facing her. The cool air spilled out and washed over her. The girl returned his kind smile, and saw a knowing look on his face. She glanced over his tall frame and met his eyes. He looked so cool and comfortable in his crisp white short sleeved shirt and shorts. He asked what he could do for her. She said “oh…, hi Sir”, and she made the S a strong sound, feeling that it was more respectful somehow, “would it be alright if I had some cold water, it is so hot…” Lingering on the last word, stretching out the vowel, breathing hhhhawwwt’ and hoping to get some more of his attention.He said, “Oh yes, come in… pet, you look so uncomfortable and overheated. Thank you for knocking, but please know you are always welcome in here. And if you wouldn’t mind it is much better all around if you just let yourself inside next time.” The way he said the words made her feel warm inside, welcome and cared for. She felt as if she belonged there. But then she realized she had interrupted his work… He was just being nice about that… and she now felt embarrassed for being so immature. Doubting herself again, she held herself together, and somehow wanted to prove herself to Him.He opened the door all the way so she could enter and she slowly moved into the cool air conditioned hall, it was dark compared to the blazing afternoon sunshine. Embarrassed now, she felt that her cheeks were red and her was heart beating in her mouth. But she filled her nose with his scent and the inviting smell of their home. It was the second time she had been inside. When the woman hired her 2 weeks ago was the first. She slowly eased inside as he turned and faced her, she lingered to look up. He smiled down at her and put his hand gently on her waist, sliding it to her damp sweaty back guiding her to the kitchen in that way older men do. He brought her in and turned away, getting a tall tumbler from the cabinet. He opened the freezer letting out the chilly air, it poured like liquid washing around her bare legs, raising goosebumps all over her body. Then he crunched the glass into the ice tray, filling it up with cubes for her. “Would you like some lemonade? Mrs. made some fresh before heading out this morning.” And she overexcitedly rushed out the words, “ oh yes please, Sir. I love it, I love lemonade!” He looked at her, eyes widening a bit, and a tiny smile showing on his lips, she thought how crazy do I seem now? His lips look delicious… and she could smell him, his scent was so masculine, not freshly showered, but smelled as if he had been working. Nipples betrayed her ache. she wondered why he didn’t look. He smiled and said “get back to your chores, I better get back to mine”. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, standing, abandoned and speechless as he turned and strode down the hall to his study. So she sat and finished the glass slowly sipping, with the chilly liquid filling her. She stood suddenly lightheaded, with a slight spin to the room. A few unsteady steps to the counter to keep from tumbling over the and the spin stopped. Feeling stunned she leaned to the sink and reached for the tap. Then rinsed, soaped and dried her glass, everything was moving slowly for her, the Man filling her head. She reached the cupboard and placed the glass where he had gotten it, taking far more time that she needed. While sensing an interruption in her body, she was physically frustrated, and annoyed that her body was so excited. The vibration inside of her flowed around, and she absent-mindedly pinched a nipple. That instant momentary swelling and familiar delicious flash of desire burst at her clit. His body’s scent was still all around her, and to her sensitive nose was overwhelming at the moment. Then her hand slipped into the leg of her shorts underneath her panties, and her fingertips found her slit so slick and ready. Rustling sounds were echoing from down the hall and startled her. A thought that she thought she should do as he had said burst into her mind, but she couldn’t help but gently rub her swollen kitty. Feeling needy, her little pussy drove her fingers for more. She was so close to cumming, and then she heard the noises again, louder than before. This time fear of being caught swelled in her mind and she abruptly stopped. Jolted from a moment of fantasy she rushed back out to the yard. It was so hard to think of her chores now and finish up like the Man had said. But the routine came back, pouring from the watering can onto the rich soil nourishing her herbs and flowers, they certainly were hers in her mind, she was the one who took care of them. And she returned to feeding the animals. Talking to them was one of her daily pastimes, and often it seemed they understood what she was thinking and feeling. Murmuring words about the tall man to the bunnies, the brown one winked at her knowingly. Repeating aloud how nice he was to give her the lemonade, and how he spent a few moments when he was supposed to be working, helping her when she was so hot was very generous. The bunny returned to munching on the green pellets of alfalfa. The little white one seemed to be eyeing her knowingly as well. So she sat and petted her, scratching the softness of her ruff and the fur under her chin was comforting to the girl and to the bunny too. And watching their little noses sniffing as they nibbled at their food was too cute, she loved the bunny rabbits, so kind and soft. But the man was what filled her mind. Again, her body betrayed her and she fingered her wet slit, though barely touching herself this time she went over the edge, losing herself in reverie, His hands stripped her and lifted her onto the counter, his mouth and hot tongue moved over her thighs and wet pussy. The thought caused her start shaking, she was in his arms and he was in control. In her mind he was undressing her and her hands moved over her body as if he were touching her, probing, pinching, entering her mouth and spreading her swollen lips. Cupping a breast and whispering his name to herself, slipping her finger inside she felt the orgasm now unstoppable begin to build again, bucking her hips it began to wash over her, eyes squeezed shut, moaning in agony, “oh Sir, yes, more…” and it crashed like a set of close waves at the beach, the intensity caused her to lose herself. She imagined herself on a sunset beach warm and wet with his weight on top of her. Crushing her, entering her and groaning himself in pleasure. Filling her up with his throbbing cock, pumping her full of his sticky semen. She wanted him inside her, to feel him dripping and pulsing.She must have fallen asleep, disoriented she felt a softness on her cheek. Opening her eyes, she realized she was still in the rabbit hutch. She woke with a jolt and stood up quickly. Finish your chores, his voice echoed in her head. She rushed through them and let herself out, heading back home, feeling ashamed of what she had done, how could she have been so out of control like that? What if He had seen her? She was so embarrassed with her behavior. As she walked back home she thought it was good that nobody had seen her. The rest of her day was full of her studies. Dinner was pizza rolls and popcorn, with her parents in Europe she ate pretty much whatever she wanted. That night she dreamt of the man, he was working away in his study as she walked in on him. She climbed onto his lap while he worked and fell asleep like a cat while he stroked her. She was a soft bunny, and the man’s lap was safe and warm warm. Dawn came and she was thinking about her chores. She felt she had left some undone rushing home.She practically ran the 2 miles back to their farm and immediately started her work sweeping the porch. Within minutes, his wife came out and greeted her, “oh hi! aren’t you are starting early today. Beating the heat?” She nodded, still embarrassed by her behavior the day before. She had dressed over conservatively this time, collared shirt, loose jeans, long sleeves. Definitely overcompensating for what she had done. The Mrs. said “I am leaving for a few weeks to get away from the heat. Off to visit my family in California”, and asked if she would check on “the man”, that’s what she sometimes called him. “Could you maybe just make him some simple meals a few times a week?” Laughing, “He is so busy with his book he might forget to eat otherwise.” Any help around the house she thought she could do in addition to her usual chores. We are happy to pay you double the wages. Of course I could help some more said the girl, that would be fine. I’m really not very busy this summer… she was grateful to be able to serve Him. But saying it out loud would give her away, wouldn’t it? Ok, that’s great, thank you for your help around here, you seem to get along so well with the creatures! Mrs left her to the sweeping and feeding. The rest of the day blurred into the next few days.The day that she found an envelope pinned to the gate with her name written in his hand changed everything. She felt a flush of desire as she reached for it, why was that she asked herself. Reaching out, her hand was trembling, and the paper was shaking as she held it. Did it smell like him, she wondered as she raised it to her flaring nostrils. His scent was subtle, restrained, manly, like his garage, old tools and machines, spice and gasoline. And it thrilled her to smell him on the envelope. His note told her to come inside as soon as she arrived… to come in right away and wait in the kitchen, to pour a coffee for him and have a seat at the table. As she entered she heard sounds coming from down the hall, not from his study, but like they were farther away. It sounded like a woman. She was crying out in pain, and pausing, then again crying out and pausing, and she was getting louder each time she cried out… The girl looked around and saw a coffee pot on the counter, still holding the note and envelope as she stood inside she wondered what was happening. A part of her desperately wanted to know what the sounds were, why was the woman crying out? The other part of her was growing louder, and urging her to do as she was told. -- source link