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Lust in Overalls

By: JagFarlane



Cameron stepped out onto his back porch, mug of coffee in hand, and just took in the warm Spring sun soaking his shirtless chest. Spread out before him was the one acre backyard, surrounded by dwarf cherry trees. The rest of the yard was covered in dead red clover, a cover crop that he had used to keep the top soil in place during the long winter months. In his mind though, he could already see the clover tilled into the ground and the fertile soil waiting for his garden plans to be put to action. This was his favorite time of the year, the last vestiges of winter were all but gone and life was returning to the land. 

Strolling across the new Spring grass, he went first to the chicken coop to open its hatch and let the hens out into their fenced in yard. Then over to the duck pen to open their hatch and let them out into their yard area. Both coops were checked for eggs, the pair of Black Swedish hens were already laying regularly as were the chickens. Eggs in hand, he strolled back to the house to make breakfast. The duck eggs were placed in storage for incubation later when he had enough. 

After a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, he made his way out to the garden shed and opened the twin, barn-like doors. The metal canister holding the poultry feed was opened first and he went about taking care of the ducks and chickens, topping off their water, and checking on the grit. Once they had everything they needed, he went back to the shed to pull out his tiller and prepare it for Spring. A new spark plug and air filter were installed, the oil tank was filled, and finally the gas tank. 

While waiting for the fluids to settle into the system, Cameron went about to check on how the trees were coming along. He was greeted by the sound of bees darting in and out of the flowers. The winter had been rough and not all of the flowers had made it thanks to some arctic chill coming through to the area. Just seeing the trees in bloom was pleasant enough and left some hope that there would be a decent crop of fruit this summer. 

Returning to the tiller, he fidgeted with the controls, then yanked it several times to get it to kick over. As every time he took on the fairly daunting task of tilling, he was thankful for having bought the self-propelled model. Cameron liked to work the property in giant rectangles, starting with the outside line and then working his way progressively inwards in a very methodical manner. Once the soil had been well tilled up, he went over to the poultry pens and opened them, letting the chickens and ducks get the chance to glean through for bugs.

While the birds scratched through the dirt and feasted on the offered goodies, he made his way back inside to pull out the garden plan. Each winter he sat through notes about what had worked in the garden the previous year. He then checked through long term forecasts to look for predictions of weather events like El Nino or La Nina. Granted the forecasts weren't always accurate, but they at least gave him an idea of what to plan for in the coming year. 

The layout took into account the way the sun moved over his property, the heights of various plants, and their sunlight requirements. He also planned for companion plants, plants that grew well together in the same area. One of the more well known of these was beans and corn, though he also loved beans and potatoes. However being early on in the season his attention first turned to where the peas and the turnips were going to go. He had a secret love of turnips, using them instead of potatoes to cut down on the starches that he was eating, plus they had a lovely, sweet taste to them. 

The poultry was chased out of the garden area when he was ready to get to work with the planting. After the first year where he'd spent much of his time dealing with deer, Cameron had setup a perimeter fence around the garden. It didn't completely protect his garden since the damned things could jump the five foot fence if they really wanted, but most times they didn't bother since there was enough food easier to get elsewhere. Often enough, that was annoyingly his small orchard.

Back out to the shed he picked up some stakes and netting, taking them out to run over the pea patch. Cameron preferred to use netting for the pea plants to run over, mostly because it was easier to put up and take down every year and it gave more surface area for the plants to crawl up on. Once the stakes and netting were in place, he proceeded to lay out the rows of pea seeds. After the peas were done, he took on the easier task of laying out the turnips. A hoe was used to create a furrow in which he spread a layer of seeds then used the hoe to cover the seed back up. Finally he laid out a trickle hose alongside the rows to make it easier to water them in the evenings. 

With the morning's chores out of the way, he went back inside to update a computer program with what he had planted and the date. The program would let him know about when everything he planted should be ready to harvest, but more importantly he was able to keep track of when he did harvest and see if all the planning matched up. It also allowed him to map out the layout of the garden and suggested companion plants that would go along with what he was doing. That feature in itself had been highly valuable and almost doubled the output of his garden. 

A quick bite for lunch and out the door he headed, off to pick up some peat moss at his favorite garden center, Heather's Farm Supply. Cameron had a fondness for Heather's and even though there were now a couple of big box home improvement centers in the area, he still preferred going to her place. In a lot of ways, it was like going home, he'd spent a lot of time at her store. So much so that he considered Heather to be family and in many ways she was more his family than his blood relatives. 

Now he was a landscape designer and while he still recommended her place, most of his clients insisted upon using the box stores out of familiarity. It was general those who had been in the area for a couple of decades that usually preferred to get their materials from Heather, and that was the way she liked it. Over the gravel parking lot he drove, up to the storefront done to look like an old time country store complete with a swinging bench. Heather liked to sit out on the bench during the hot summer months, usually sipping an ice cold lemonade and open to chat to whoever passed by. 

The bell mounted by the front door rang as the door touched it, Cameron stepped quickly into the store. He glanced to his right and found Heather seated in her usual chilly weather spot, by an old cast iron woodstove. She glanced up from her novel and offered him a smile, prompting him to come over and give the elderly woman a soft hug. "Now I know Spring is coming, you've opened the store."

"Sure hasn't felt like it this year though, that darned Polar Vortex thing just won't give up." She returned the soft hug, "Would you be a dear and put another piece on the fire? These old bones seem to soak in the cold more each year."

"Sure thing," he reached over to a pair of heavy, leather gloves, donning them and opening the stove. A piece was thrown in and the stove closed quickly, the coals were glowing quite hot for his liking. "You know, you really should consider hiring someone on you could train to take over this place and let you stay at home on these cold days. Or at least bring in someone to take care of customers while you sit by the stove."

She smiled, amused at his lecturing tone, Cameron had always been like that and she'd gotten well used to it by now. He meant well enough by it and that was all that mattered to her, besides it was nice to have someone who cared enough about her like that. At her age, there were less and less who did, including family that had moved on with their own lives or really only cared because they thought sucking up would get them better situated in the will. There was some hope left in the next generation, not all of them seemed to have taken up their parents attitudes. "Funny you should bring that up," she grinned a little, "I just happened to take on a little help, at least for the Spring rush."

"Oh, well that's good! Hope it's not some punk kid who's going to call out a lot," he commented, not even really thinking about what he'd said.

Heather just smiled at him, "I seem to recall a punk kid I knew some time ago that worked out just fine." How quickly he'd forgotten what a punk that Cameron had been as a teenager, not that she'd necessarily blamed him then. He'd lost his parents to a car accident just as he entered that fragile stage of being a teenager. An aunt who'd always favored his father took him in, but within time she began to struggle with just how much Cameron reminded her of her dearly departed brother. She'd started taking it out on him slowly, becoming more restrictive about his life as time passed on. By the time that the young man had wandered through Heather's doors, Cameron's spirit was eaten away and it showed in the amount of attitude he carried around with him. 

She had just felt the inner demons raging within him, being in a fairly small town she'd heard of the car accident and he looked vaguely like the man pictured in the article. Taking note of his interest in the displays of seeds and in reading the different varieties, she decided that perhaps there was a way to help the young man. Heather worked slowly on him, the first and seemingly longest step being to just gain the boys' trust. Once she had her foot in the door, so to say, she began to nudge herself in, taking the time to teach him everything about gardening, from the soil to trellises. As she befriended the young man, Heather found out that his mother had been a devout gardener to the point that during the winter seasons she'd spent the whole time planning out the next years garden. The young mother had, of course, included her son in all of her activities and now years later he was drawn back to the feel of soil under his fingernails. 

Heather started small with him, showing him how to use pots on a balcony to grow summer squash and certain tomato plants. As he grew more confident and maintained his interest, she'd taken the winter to show him how to build salad tables and make a cold frame using discarded windows. From there she showed him her draft table, how to draw out the plots and the rows. Cameron was put in charge of choosing the seeds for a three sisters plot, with her giving a final review to what went in. 

When Spring came, she found herself grateful for the strong, youthful back helping to turn over the soil and drive the stakes in. As the months in the garden wore on, she watched him develop physically and emotionally, going from the hollow shell that had walked through her doors to a confident young man. Every other day he could be found plucking weeds out from the beds and when the plants began to bear fruit, he eagerly brought the days harvest back to her where she showed him how to prepare the veggies he'd grown. 

When the two year anniversary of his wandering through her door came, she offered him a position working at her store. It was only natural, he spent most of his free time at her store anyways and had taken on most of the duties that he would as an employee. Yes, she'd taken her time with him, but it had been necessary to gain his trust and have enough influence to help guide him in his early adult life.

Over the next year she convinced him that it was nigh time for him to consider an education past his high school degree. Being that his grades hadn't been the best when he was a student and his limited funds, the local community college was his best choice. Heather helped him to study through several CLEP courses to get him a semesters worth of credits down before he actually started classes. Through two years she helped him earn his Associates in Science, tutoring him through weaknesses in math and chemistry and encouraging him to explore his love of biology. Cameron became her project, the son she'd never had and always wanted. So, when it came time for him to walk across the stage and get his diploma, she gave him a gift that he'd never dared dream of, the offer to continue his education at the regional university. 

Cameron moved into a small apartment she had over the store, part of the legacy of the building's first owner, while he attended school. Heather was fairly lenient with him in regards to the rules, mostly because she lived a block down the road and wouldn't have to deal with the issues some parents had to. Still, she made a point to occasionally check on the store as discreetly as she could, a little concerned that the large amount of freedom would be too much for him. As she'd learned years ago, sometimes teens didn't always make the best choices even though they knew better. 

As his test grades began to come in, and she realized he was still getting fairly high marks, Heather began to relax a little with how much she checked in on him. Every now and then she noticed that he would have female visitors, mostly when she'd walk into the store and catch the whiff of heavily used perfume. Other than that, the place always seemed fairly quiet to her considering that a college student lived there. Perhaps she'd just watched too many movies or read too many articles.

The day he graduated, Heather felt as proud as a parent would watching him cross the stage. Cameron had lined up a promising job and within a week of graduation had moved out of the apartment to move closer to his new job. Cleaning out the apartment so that she could return it to its lofty status as a storage room, she had an empty feeling of something missing. Despite the customers in the store, it felt like things were just a bit too quiet for her tastes.

Over the years she watched him work his way through various jobs, learning how to handle the customer service side of the landscape business. Most importantly were the experiences she could never have been able to give to him, like learning how to deal with a wealthy client who wanted a flawless landscape without ever having to get a particle of dirt on their hands. The bulk of her clients had always been do-it-yourselfers that already had a decent idea of what they wanted and most importantly what they didn't want. Now he had to learn to explain to clients what plants would bring out their allergies the most and what plants would work best in their lighting situation even if they had their hearts set on something else. So even though his edges were still a little rough from his experiences as a youth, Heather saw past them with a motherly affection. 

When they heard boots thudding upon the old, wood floor both Heather and Cameron glanced up to the hallway to see the coverall clad figure step through, bag of garden soil slung over their shoulder. Quickly they slid the bag down their arm and onto a display pallet. "That's the last one Aunt Heather," a feminine voice called out. Cameron barely noticed the voice as his eyes were caught upon the shock of red, curly hair that stuck out from underneath a beige ball cap, done into a ponytail. 

Melody paid little attention to the man near her aunt, instead awaiting the next task from Aunt Heather. She was wrapping up her bachelors degree in botany and was filling in on the weekends to both help out her aging aunt and to get another reference on her resume. The man looked a bit familiar, and she'd simply chalked him up to being a regular at the store. Once her aunt gave her instructions on what display to work on next she gave the older woman a little smile and headed off to the backroom to start compiling the items she'd need. 

When Heather cleared her throat, he snapped out of the daze, the last image in his head was of the woman's ass wrapped within the tan coveralls she wore. He'd always been a bit more attracted to woman that at least dressed more blue collar and the dates he'd had during college had come mostly from the ag student body. It had always amazed him how the majority of the ag students were female until he was let in on the secret, that many of the girls were there to get experience with large animals in hopes of becoming veterinarians. Down to her he looked, trying to play off the staring with a grin, but by the look on her face he knew she saw right through his act. "So uh, who is the new help anyways?"

"Well that took you a while to ask," she just smiled knowingly at him. "She's my niece and she'll be here through the summer to give me a hand around here. And before you ask, as far as I know she's not attached to anyone.."

He quirked a brow at that last statement, "A bit young for me. Anyways, do you still keep the peat moss in the shelter out back?"

She just gave that same smile back at him, knowing he knew full well where everything was. "Yes, it's there just like every year."

As Heather checked out his order, she was internally grinning to herself, having the feeling it was going to be a most interesting Spring indeed. 

As the weather rolled back and forth in the usual Spring unstable patterns, he found himself inventing various problems and thus reasons to make his way over to Heathers. Sure, normally he was there every couple of weeks in order to pick up fresh seeds, she always ordered to arrive in the proper planting time. By the fifth visit he'd finally been able to get more than a professional attitude from Melody and just as he was making progress, he found himself quickly frustrated by the Spring Rush of people getting their landscapes ready for summer. 

The plus to the rush, besides the money, was that he finally had a valid excuse to spend a lot more time at Heathers. The downside was that her place was slammed as well and getting in more than a few words with the coverall wearing redhead was a rare occasion indeed. The weeks wore on, rushing into June when the rush finally began to subside and more routine tasks took the place of design. Still, the chances for conversation were few and far between as the store transitioned into summer sales. 

Desperation can make for ingenious ideas sometimes, and while this was nothing quite on that level, the plan he made should be enough to get her away from the store for a little while at least. Sitting at his home, Cameron waited for the truck to deliver the order of top soil he'd placed. The manure really wasn't needed, the poultry produced all that he really needed a year, but well, it was a Hail Mary move. Anxiously he rocked on the porch, hoping that it would be Melody in the driver's seat. He wasn't really sure what exactly the attraction was to her, or at least he couldn't explain it, all he knew was that it existed. 

His heart felt like it skipped a beat as he saw the old F350 rambling down the road, straining to see who was behind the drivers wheel. Breath was held as the figure slowly began to come into view, first the bright ball cap and then the lightly tanned, youthful face of Melody. Cameron kept himself seated upon the porch chair, waiting for her to get closer.

As calmly as he could, he got up and guided her to the side gate and into the backyard, following the truck as it was driven into the yard. Once she was fully in the yard, he guided her to where he wanted her to drop the soil, in the center of a recently tilled area. He'd used the excuse that he'd grown a spring crop of peas there and now wanted to replenish the soil as the reasoning to make the order. When she hopped out of the truck, he noticed she was wearing those same tan overalls that he loved seeing her in. 

She flashed him a grin, "Well hope you stretched out your back, the hydraulics blew a line yesterday so it's all gotta be shoveled out."

He sighed, that just figured, "Okay, let me go to the shed and get a couple of shovels then." Off to the shed he wandered, well at least that meant he would get a little more time with her, he figured, but at the cost of a lot of work. When he returned, several shovels in hand, she was just clipping one of the straps of the overalls back in place. Her t-shirt was in the cab of the truck, leaving her torso covered by a sports bra. 


Lust in Overalls



Melody glanced at him, "Figured you wouldn't mind if I got rid of the shirt. It's already promising to be a long, hot day ahead so I'd rather not soak it in sweat just yet." Noting that his eyes were a bit focused on her bright pink bra, she stole a glance down and smiled to herself, pleased to note the growing bulge in his jeans. 

Since she had an outstanding offer to pursue a graduate degree, Melody didn't have any plans to stay in the area beyond summer and so had made it a point to not pursue any relationships while she stayed here. However, she did have needs and they weren't quite satisfied by fingers and plastic alone, so she'd been keeping an eye on the locals for a suitable booty call. At first she'd ignored Cameron, he was a little older than she liked and had a bit of pudge around the middle of his waist. 

As time passed though, she had narrowed down her choices by quite a bit and he'd risen through the ranks. Not so much by appearance but by a variety of factors, not the least of which was that he was such a regular around the store that she figured her Aunt wouldn't suspect much. Then there was the appeal of him having his own place, and from what she understood it was rather private and tucked away. There was also the fact that he was quite obviously attracted to her, and she figured that would be enough to have him willing to go along with what she wanted. So, when his order came in to have a load of top soil, Jenny jumped at the chance and then concocted the idea of a broken hydraulic line as a handy excuse to do a little manual labor. 

Climbing into the bed of the truck, she took advantage of the close quarters to playfully rub against him, making sure he got the occasional brush of her rear against his legs. As they gained room in the truck bed, Jenny made sure her ass was always accessible to his view, and grinned as she caught him looking multiple times. Finally, about two thirds of the way through the load, she proposed a water break and leaned up against the rails, cracking open a water bottle. While she drank, she let a little bit of the water dribble out the corners of her mouth, feeling the cool droplets run down her skin towards her chest. She could feel his eyes upon those droplets and knew that her time had come. 

Quirking a brow she leveled a gaze at him, watching his face flush bright red at being caught. Her lips twisted into a smile as she stepped over to him, leaving about an inch of air between them. A fingernail began to trace his swollen member through the thin layer of worn jeans. "So, I have a proposition for you. I haven't had a good eating out in a couple of months now and my pussy's been quite needy. If you can give it the tongue lashing it needs, I'll let you pump a load or two in there. Interested?" Normally she wasn't so straight forward, but she did eventually need to get back to the store. 

Melody stepped back, watching him blink, and let her lips grin as she was already fairly certain as to what his answer would be. To pass the couple of seconds that it took him to make up his mind, she toyed with the straps holding up her overalls, sliding them down her arms and letting the garment hang off of her hips, "Shall I just let it drop?" 

Cameron was having a hard time processing what had happened, concerned that he had daydreamed the event. Yet, there she was, overalls halfway down her body and asking if she should let them go all the way. All he could do was slowly nod yes and watch as the denim material pooled around her ankles and were soon followed by a pair of cotton panties. Over to the rest of the soil left on the back of the truck his eyes followed her, watching as she lounged against the soil, spreading her legs for him. In front of her he kneeled, still feeling like he was in a dream as he leaned in to press his lips to her waiting pussy.

She was shaven clean and recently so, as his tongue didn't detect any stubble while running up her slit to her clit. Fingers spread her plump lips to give him access to the sensitive skin hidden within, him doing his best to please her. Cameron broke out all of the tricks he'd ever used or even heard of, having the feeling he really only had this one time to impress her. Over her clit his tongue traced out the alphabet repeatedly while a pair of fingers worked her tight hole. Gauging off of her wriggling and moaning, he worked the spots that earned him the most pleasurable sounds and bore in. 

As she felt him work away on her, she realized just how long it had been since she'd gotten her pussy eaten out. Arching her back, she wrapped her legs around his head while her body shuddered through it's first orgasm. Against his face she rubbed her pussy, getting his chin good and soaked with her juices. When the feeling finally subsided, her legs loosened the tension upon his head and let him get a chance to breathe. 

Off of the pile of dirt she hopped, boots thudding lightly upon the steel bed, while she reached down and took his hand to guide him off of the truck and into the fresh pile of dirt. Onto all fours she got, waiving her taut ass in the air at him, "Come get your reward lover boy!" Teeth bit down on her lower lip as she stifled a giggle at watching him scramble out of the truck and quickly shuck his jeans and briefs. Wasting no time, he was soon positioned behind her and sliding his cock into her soaked hole. 

Groans slipped from her lips as Cameron wasted no time in pounding her, his muscular hands gripping her hips as he used them to increase the force of his thrusts. Just as she was getting accustomed to having her pussy used this hard, she felt him slam hard into her, shudder, and then the warmth of his cum being forced into her. Slowly he pulled out of her, and she chewed on her lip, having been close to cumming herself and now finding herself empty. Rolling over onto her back, she looked up at him, taking note that while he was moderately endowed, his balls were quite large and hopefully full of cum. "Ummm...would you be good for one more maybe?"

He looked at her laying upon the dark soil, legs spread and a load of cum leaking from her pussy, asking him to screw her again. In his youth there would have been no doubt that he was ready to go again, but with age came a moment of hesitance. His cock though, never wavered, ready to pierce that waiting pussy again and so he moved up to her, settling between her muscular thighs. The grin on her face as he slid back into her gave him the confidence that he could hold out and get one more shot to please her in the way he knew she wanted. Hands settled into the soil alongside of her rib cage as he leaned in and began to thrust again within that soft tunnel. 

Lips nuzzled against the hollow where her neck and collarbone met, tongue slipping out to caress her sweaty skin and tickle her lightly. Steadily he rocked within her, listening to the sounds of her sweet moans and reveling in knowing he could take his time this round. Down to his elbows he went, pressing up against her so that he could get as deep as possible with each stroke. The shift in position finally triggered her first orgasm, and he grinned against her neck in satisfaction of finally making her cum. 

How long it took, he did not know, except for the slight pang of disappointment when he finally felt the urge to cum welling up within him. He could have kept at it for hours within her, or at least attempted to do so, urged on by the sultry sounds of her moans. One last hard stroke in and he filled her for the second time, savoring the feeling of her pussy milking him of the load. As the orgasm subsided, he slipped free and rolled over to lay upon the cool soil.

Melody slid a hand down to gently caress her cum coated and filled pussy, "Just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately I do need to be getting back to the store." Reluctantly she got up and dusted off a bit of the soil, then strolled over to the truck, activating the hydraulics and grinning when she saw the look on his face. "Gotcha," she exclaimed, watching him get out of the way as the bed slowly raised up and dumped the rest of it's load. Once the bed was in place, she walked over to the hose, turned it on, and let him get an eyeful of watching her rinse her body clean of the sweat and soil from their tryst. Slowly she put the overalls back on, then leaned in to give him a kiss, "Mmmm we should do this again sometime soon. Forgot how much I enjoyed having a full pussy of cum. Just be sure and save plenty for the next time." A grin to him and into the truck she hopped, putting it in gear and out of the backyard, leaving him worn out, laying atop the soil and wondering what he could do to top this afternoon.