LegzSpred
03-04-2010, 01:51 AM
It’s been about 5 years ago now. I was sent by my company on a two week assignment to fix a mess at one of our depots 1000 miles from headquarters, where I am the most senior woman in management. It was a very hard two weeks and I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Even the long drive home was a welcome break except my air conditioning was out and it was miserably hot and sticky humid. I pulled into a rest stop and took off my bra and panties to try and get some comfort. I don’t know why I decided to take back roads, because there wasn’t much to see except corn. When I saw a sign saying “Organic Fruit & Vegetables” pointing down a dusty side road I turned in. There was a tent with all kinds of produce piled and in baskets and a handsome young farm boy who apparently hadn’t seen a soul all day, because he really lit up when I pulled up. He showed me around the tent and started telling me how pretty I was (I was at least 20 years older, but it felt good) and how nice I would look in a saddle (talking about my rump). I realized I was bra-less and my 38C’s were swaying in my white, scoop-neck knit top and he was checking them out. Also, he got a full view of my panty-less glory when I lost my balance awkwardly crouching by a basket of tomatoes. He was on me like a homing pigeon, complimenting my body, and I was soaking it in after my two weeks of emotional draining. We had been putting my purchases on the narrow counter. I came over with two melons, one cradled in each arm like footballs. “Nice melons!” he said, eyes fully on my breasts. “Let me take those,” and with a swift move scooped both of my breasts out of my top! I held on to the melons and he had a firm grip on my tits, and I was frozen in shock. He moaned something and I let him gaze at my bountifulness. I figured there was no harm in it. We stood there several minutes while he rolled my breasts in his hands. His enjoyment of me felt good and I relaxed. I also felt myself getting aroused. He lifted one up to his mouth and began to suck on the nipple. A wave of pleasure flushed over me and my vagina was definitely getting wet. One hand then went under my skirt and a finger into my vagina. I let out a gasp and staggered, widened my stance slightly. Two fingers now, and his other hand was on my ass. It was surreal. Here I was, a 40-something career woman getting tit-sucked and fingered by an 18-year old stranger in a corn field! His rough fingering was powerfully arousing me and my legs started to shake and grow limp as I felt a powerful orgasm coming on. The melons fell with a thud and I steadied myself, hands on his shoulders. I widened my legs further, welcoming his clumsy fingering. Orgasm was about to explode and I groaned, thrusting against his hand. Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of my vagina and, letting go of one breast and grabbing the other by the nipple, he pulled me towards the back of the tent. “Come,” he whispered. Still pulling me by the nipple we stepped through a flap. There was a big shade tree with some hay bales and a horse blanket. Apparently he took naps here and it actually felt cool after being in the hot tent. Laying me back on the hay bales, he lifted off my top. My skirk up around my waist, I realized I was wet with excitement and made no move to resist him. He wasn’t very big, but he sure was hard and full of energy. I’ve only known two other men sexually: my first was at prom and my second was the abusive drunk that I divorced after only six months. I lead a fairly boring life and have not had many men even though I am attractive and have a nice body. So, he started pounding and pounding – no real skill or technique, just raw youthful energy – and I thoroughly enjoyed his lust. I think he came twice, but it was all over in less than ten minutes and I felt cheated of my orgasm. I opened my eyes and was surprised to find an older man standing over us. “Uncle Jeth!” the kid exclaimed. “You can run along now, son” he said in a deep voice, a leathery, strong looking man probably 20 years older than me, 60ish. The kid left quickly fearing he was in trouble and Jeth said, “Mind if I take over?” He had his pants unzipped and out came his sizable manhood. He bent over me and slid it in partially and started slow strokes, pushing deeper each time. Soon he had worked it all the way in. He made several slow thrusts. “Is that OK?” he asked. I think I just moaned and he started to pick up the pace and started plowing me hard. I was feeling a deep pleasure I had never felt before and after only few minutes I exploded. My whole body was shaking but I didn’t want him to stop, and he kept pounding. I had orgasm after orgasm, and then he came. My God, did he come! I could feel him squirting in me and it kept coming. It was squishing out of me every time he thrust. I couldn’t believe the mess. “My wife always made me wear a condom,” he said sheepishly. “I can see why!” I said. We walked to the house, which was right next door, and he let me shower and clean up. We talked late into the night (his wife had died 3 years before and he had not had any sex since) and I ended up staying the night there with Jeth. We had sex again in the morning and I left for home . I ended up having to make that trip about once a quarter for 4 years. I always stopped in by Jeth on the way down and again on the way back. We developed a routine: hard sex for about an hour as soon as I walked in the door; go out to dinner or something; back home for more sex; sleep; sex again in the morning; leave. This went on for about four years. I haven’t had to make those quarterly trips anymore. Jeth helped me make the best out of a very miserable period in my career. I’m glad I found this forum because I’ve never been able to tell anyone about this.