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It irritated Suzie the way Tim Harris worked without a shirt, like he didn’t know how distracting that was. She watched him muck out the barn, grunting slightly with each thrust of the pitch fork, breathing heavily from the effort. If she closed her eyes she could easily imagine him doing something else. To her.
She dragged her gaze away from the hard play of muscles that, no doubt, came from some cushy air conditioned gym, which is probably where he got his tan.
Working bare-chested might cool him down a bit, but it only made her hotter. She had nearly forgotten the clit-stiffening scent of sweaty maleness, earthy and slightly piquant, a scent that, amid the barnyard animal smells caused her own animal nature to squirm and stretch and sniff.
He was too damn good looking to be a real hired hand. From Chicago, he said, by way of London – in England! He arrived complete with an accent that never failed to make her tits tight. Rural Missouri was a long way from London. What would a pretty city boy know about farming? He would have been the last man she would have hired had he not been the only one who applied for the job.
‘Let me see your hands,’ she commanded.
He jumped and nearly dropped the pitch fork. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Suzie.’
She tried to keep her eyes on his and not the muscles of his belly, tensing and relaxing into his low slung jeans that always seemed to be hiding something just barely contained, something she hadn’t stopped thinking about since he arrived at Sheridan Farm.
He removed his gloves and held his hands out, palms up for her inspection, offering her a warm smile. ‘Blisters are healed. I’m starting to get calluses.’
‘About damn time. I’m not paying you to be an invalid.’ She couldn’t help herself, she gave his palms an open handed stroke, thinking of how good those calluses would feel against other, more sensitive parts of her body.
As she did so, he dropped a glove. She stooped to pick it up, closer to his groin than she intended, close enough to notice his package was straining his Levis this morning. The tangy, male rutting smell made her mouth water. Suddenly the sweat between her breasts wasn’t the only moisture she was feeling. She fought back the urge to jerk open his fly and bury her face against his bulge, reminding herself she hadn’t earned the respect of the other farmers without discipline and self control.
After her father’s death, she kept the family farm working against all odds, and she wasn’t going to let some city boy’s bulging jeans slow her down. She stood quickly and handed back his glove. ‘I’m going into town to get the seed corn. You can drive a tractor, right?’
‘I can drive anything you need me to drive,’ he replied.
She assumed that meant he didn’t know a standard transmission from a pogo stick. But when the time came Tim was as good as his word. Ike Melbourne had offered her the use of his tractor for the day, since his son was getting married. While Tim ploughed the field behind the barn she used Ike’s tractor to plant the south forty. It was supposed to rain on Wednesday. With the extra tractor hopefully they’d be done before the weather hit.
She planned to plant into the night, breaking long enough to tend livestock before dark. She hurried about feeding the chickens and the pigs, hearing the steady purr of Tim’s tractor in the field behind the barn. She was checking the water tank in the pig pen when she noticed the silence.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she walked around the side of the barn. Beyond the stand of oak and elm just on the other side of the fence the tractor stood empty and silent.
Damn it! This wasn’t tea time. There was a storm coming and they still had two hard days work. She climbed the fence then suddenly she stopped in her tracks, her breath caught in her chest. She could see Tim, standing with his back to her, his legs slightly spread. For an embarrassing moment, she thought she’d caught him relieving himself. But before she could back-track, he grunted softly and leaned against the tractor, face lifted to the late afternoon sun. His damp chest was bare and heaving. His heavy cock protruded from his open fly, eagerly stretching into his stroking hand.
Anger burned in her chest, and she snapped off a newly leafed willow branch, still thin and supple.
He jumped at the sound of her intrusion. A blush crawled up his neck as he struggled to get his uncooperative cock back into his Levis. ‘Suzie! I wasn’t expecting you.’
‘Clearly.’ Her breath came in staccato bursts. Her racing heart would have been halfway to St. Louis if it could have escaped her chest. ‘You’re supposed to be ploughing.’
‘I was ploughing, but … ’ His eyes came to rest on the willow branchling, and his hands froze on the front of his Levis, his efforts at tucking and zipping forgotten. ‘Suzie? What are you doing?’
‘You’re supposed to be ploughing,’ she repeated.
‘I was. I just … ’His voice caught in his throat with a little gasp as she shoved his hands away and ran the end of the willow switch over his straining cock. ‘What’s this then?’
‘It’s the motion of the tractor,’ he grunted. ‘It makes me hard.’
‘Obviously. That’s not getting my field ploughed, is it?’
‘But I …’
She grabbed him by his sun bleached hair and pulled him into a hard kiss. Before she had time to wonder what the hell she was doing, he responded! The man had his tongue halfway down her throat!
She shoved him back and gave him a sharp lash with the switch across his hard nipples. He gasped and covered his pecs with a protective arm. ‘What the … ’
She smacked him again, low across the belly and his cock definitely stretched toward her.
‘You’ve been nothing but undisciplined ever since you got here, getting blisters, running around without your shirt.’ She pinched his nipple. ‘And now this, playing with your cock when you’re supposed to be working.’
‘But I … ’
‘Turn around.’ She smacked his stomach again, and he obeyed with a harsh grunt.
‘Now pull down your jeans.’
He shot her a surprised look over his shoulder. She brought the switch down across his Levied butt with a resounding snap. ‘Do it. And your boxers.’
‘Are you going to spank me?’ His voice was incredulous, breathless, but he did as she said, wriggling both jeans and boxers down until the tight clench of his muscular buttocks showed pale in the late afternoon sun, as did the tops of his thighs. No spa tan after all, she noticed, but he still needed to learn his lesson.
‘This is a working farm, not a resort.’ She was suddenly someone else. Respectable, no-nonsense Suzie Sheridan watched as the stranger she had become ran the switch between Tim’s legs and up the cleft of his buttocks. The tremors in her pussy felt like small earthquakes as his ass clenched and his hips shifted. There was no denying his cock was at full attention.
‘I’m sorry if I did something wrong.’ He seemed to have trouble breathing.
‘Shut up!’ She brought the switch down with a sharp thwack across his bare bottom leaving a red pattern of leaves against the pale flesh. He sucked air with the sting of it, but his cock got still harder, and he ground his hips. She brought the switch down again, feeling a surge of power so arousing that was nearly enough to make her come in her panties with no more effort than smacking his bottom and watching him squirm.
‘When you work for me, you work.’ She walked around to his side and smacked the bare fronts of his thighs. ‘Play with your toys on your own time.’ A sharp thwack to his exposed balls made him jerk and grunt.
His eyelids fluttered as she ran the trailing young leaves, what were left of them, down the length of his cock. A pearlescent droplet of pre-come slipped from its head. She caught the satiny liquid on her finger tip and brought it to her lips, suckling the flavour of him noisily. ‘Do you understand?’ She smacked his bottom again and he moaned out loud.
‘I can’t … ’he gasped, grinding his hips, struggling to breathe.
She smacked him again. ‘Can’t what?’
His chest heaved and he caught his breath, reaching for his cock, but she slapped his hands away. ‘Can’t what?’ Another smack across those bright pink buttocks, and she watched the way his anus clenched and unclenched with the sting of it. ‘Tell me.’
He sucked air between his teeth, ‘I need to come,’ he groaned.
Grabbing his cock, she pressed the end of her thumb firmly against the underside and held him tight. ‘You come when I say you can come and not before.’ She ran the feathered leaves of the switch over his buttocks, then leaned in and bit his bottom lip. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’
When she was sure he wouldn’t shoot his wad all over the running board of her tractor, she yanked her tank top off over her head and his eyes were suddenly glued to her braless breasts. ‘Play with my tits,’ she commanded. ‘I know you want to. I’ve seen what a bad boy you are, always looking at them.’
‘I don’t,’ he gasped as she guided his hands onto her small, high breasts, but not before she slapped him.
‘It’s just, you don’t wear a bra and …’
She smacked his bottom again, the impact of which caused him to jump and squeeze her nipples. ‘Don’t back talk me, or I’ll make you hold your wad all night.’ She cupped his balls in a hard squeeze and pulled him to her tits so he could nurse, feeling the amazing suction of his lips all the way to her pussy.