2 comments/ 15023 views/ 1 favorites The Earth By: HollywoodBelle The sun is shining brightly through the sky warming their faces below. The air is gentle, touching the skin softly, scented with the aroma of the earth around them. The trees stand tall and strong sending broken shadows to the ground as they walk between them. They see a creek rushing with water between fallen leaves over a small cliff sending water splashing into a small pond below. They walk through seeing all the wonders nature has created around them and they inhale a deep breath in to take in all its beauty. She closes her eyes for a moment as if to save a picture in her mind to look back at again one day. They are walking for quite some time but it is an easy walk slowly making their way up. The top is getting closer as they walk they can only see the sky, big blue and beautiful. She starts to feel the cool ocean breeze blowing over the top of the mountain. They reach the peak and all they can see for miles and miles is the amazing ocean rushing around below them. They can hear the waves crashing against the rocks beneath them as the waves move towards them over and over. The water in the distance looks deceptively calm and gentle. The sun glistening against the blue water is breath taking. They had decided to take a walk without thought and found their selves on this amazing hilltop. Life seems to be moving in slow motion as they look down below and are taken back by all its beauty. She takes off her shoes so she can feel the grass touching her feet. As she steps out of each shoe, she feels the long blades of grass under her. It is soft and warm from the sun. He looks over and sees her playing with the grass between her feet and he stands tall and moves in. He puts his hands on her arms and pulls her towards himself. She feels the heat from his body as he presses himself against her. He reaches up slowly and glides both his hands over her cheeks and moves them to the back of her head as he pulls her in for a kiss so passionate it melts her. The sun suddenly feels cold compared to the warmth at which he heats her body with each caress of her silky skin with his hands. In one sweeping motion he moves his arms under her legs and suddenly she is completely in his arms as she is carried. He slowly leans down as he lays her on the grass next to the cliff overlooking the ocean. She lay's back onto the tender grass as it brushes against her flesh; she smells the earth and perfume of the grass beneath her. He moves down sliding his hands up her thighs and under her skirt as he lifts her slightly off the ground and pulls down her panties. He slowly removes it as she steps out one leg out at a time. He watches her as she does it, their eyes locking and expressing their desires without words. He moves forward again with his hands gliding up her legs, over her thighs and under her skirt again. His hands touching her slowly as he feels the heat off her body accelerate. He watches as her body moves to his touch and her back arches off the ground as he gently moves his fingers down. She feels his fingers slowly press into her as he makes his way deep inside. He feels the soft skin dampen his fingers with her hot juices as he glides in and out with perfect motion as she moans with delight. He moves his body down and he start to kiss between her legs. He slides his tongue over her clit as she wraps her legs around him. He sucks gently as he moves his fingers faster and faster. She feels herself getting hot and wet as she moans with more excitement. He moves his hands around her ass as he brings her off the ground and into his mouth. She feels his tongue slide between her lips as he moves her up and down over his face, her legs loosely wrapped behind him. Her body starts to shake as she feels him going deeper inside her and he reaches around rubbing her clit as he slides his hot tongue in and out of her. She cannot control it as she begins to feel herself starting to climax, she doesn't want to control it any longer. She completely lets go while he is rubbing faster, her body's shaking and she is moaning louder as she orgasm's and he feels her against his face as she gets wetter and hotter. He cannot hold back anymore so he lays her against the grass and begins to take off his pants. She watches as he pulls them down and his cock comes out hard and ready. He slides himself back down as he pushes himself inside of her and feels the warm juices and her pussy hugging his cock as he rocks back and forth until he is deep inside her. She feels the pressure as his dick goes deep and she moans with increasing pleasure. Her head tilts back, her eyes close as she feels every inch slip within her. It feels so amazing she wants him to stay like this for as long as possible. She loves his cock and the way it makes her pussy hot and wet. He starts to thrust himself against her faster and harder with each plunge. He sits up just enough to be able to grab her shirt as she arches upward he pulls it over her head and he sees her breasts fall out. He moves both hands over her breasts playing with each nipple. Feeling them hard between his fingers he moves down and slides his tongue across them. Her body begins to feel intense again as he sucks her nipples while he is moving his cock in and out of her. She loves the pleasure so much she moans louder as he rocks back and forth. She slides her hands through the grass beneath her as she tries to grab it as he pushes himself even harder against her. His cock feels like it is throbbing as she feels pussy wrapped around it tight and wanting more and more. He starts to feel her body get tense as she grabs his ass and pushes him inside of her rocking them both as her hips move up and down. He stops moving and just enjoys the sensation as she rocks her hips back and forth, she feels his body tense with hers. His legs start to shake as he moves faster and faster in perfect motion. He starts to lose it as he feels her get tight and she starts to scream with excitement and pleasure. Her body getting stronger and her pussy getting wet as she grabs his ass with her hands she pushes him deep inside of her while she has another orgasm. He let himself go once he sees how hot she was because of him. He looks up at the sky as he starts to climax and groans as he feels cum spilling out of him into her hot pussy. He leans forward as he feel his legs start to give out, his heart is pounding so loud he swears she can hear it, stars filling his eyes, he slowly comes to a stop. His breathing is heavy and satisfied. The Earth Guy Summer was around the corner and Spring was always the busiest season, at least for Mikael. He had some acres and was taking care of them, living off them, living by them and living for them. Although Mikael was fairly young, at thirty-five, he refused any remotely close contact to computers and digital life. He loved his grass, his trees and his few animals; he couldn't see how a Web site or a Twitter account could help him in his business. That was, until he had trouble distributing his products, contracting his rental trucks and having to drive all those miles to check his bank account balance. Mikael put an ad in the local paper, which had just gone digital but still took ads in their offices. He was asking for someone with a knowledge of computers and social networks, able to maintain, build, repair and take care of anything in the digital area, with a full responsibility. The person would have to live in the country, in his spacious home and take care of themselves alone. The job was full time, year-round and in fresh air. Having acted out of advice and not really expecting anyone to even take a first look at his ad, Mikael stopped at an electronics store to buy a cell phone; he had to admit this was pretty useful as he was rarely at home, when he was at home he rarely picked up the phone and many times, when he needed his land line, it was simply dead. Anyway, he returned to the paper, added his new phone number to the ad and his contact details and left to take his pickup truck and drive back home. That was enough city life for today! Back at the farm, he opened his front windows wide open and sat with his dog, Cherry, admiring the sunset. His land phone rang and he deliberately let it ring but it occurred to him that it might be his girlfriend, Elsa. He lazily walked over and picked it up. "Hey, Elsa... How have you been? Oh, really? Then I'll see you tomorrow? I want to see your body naked!" That was Mikael; a cool guy that admired anything alive. Women among them, women who weren't ashamed to ask for what they wanted and he could find no reason why they wouldn't want what he wanted, since they both could enjoy! Yes, sex was one of his hobbies, as long as some words weren't brought up and everyone would be happy. Day was ending, Cherry was following Mikael all around the house as he was cooking dinner, sorting clothes and taking a stroll to see how the new seed was doing. The moment they had finished dinner, his brand new cell phone rang. God, what a disturbing sound! He picked it up, he wasn't stupid, he was just in denial. "Hello." "Mr. White? My name is Samantha Hall and I was interested in your ad. Where can I apply?" "You apply to me now, Miss Hall. How soon can you start? You are aware that you have to stay here for at least two months. Oh, and I need some lessons to catch up and kinda maintain it on my own." "Yes, sir. I know, I can. I will be able to start as soon as you need me." "Tomorrow will be fine." He seemed rude at times, but he wanted to wrap up this dull part of his work to go on to the more interesting ones like his trees. He was in fact expecting some new trees and was anxious about the weather and if it would be ok to plant them now. Mikael understood that he had to adapt to the world and he had made the right decision; he wouldn't waste more time dwelling over it. Tomorrow came and a kind of familiar voice was shouting out for him, well that wasn't shouting but anyway. If he didn't have his mind all over the place he couldn't have heard her. He went over to the newcomer, extending his hand casually, "Hello, I'm Mikael. Remind me your name..." "Samantha. Hall." "Yes, right," he paused. "Let me show you around the house Miss Hall since we are close and you can settle in. Is that all?" he asked, pointing at her small suitcase. He noticed she also carried two heavy backpacks, but it was her responsibility and he made no move to help. She didn't complain. He didn't expect a girl to apply but he couldn't wait and lose more time. Samantha was a girl that always worked in the background of her environment. She had evolved this ability to blend in, to suppress her looks, her will, and her preferences and just blend in. Rarely opposed, rarely imposed. She tried as hard to hide her good looks; she always wore loose fitting clothes, worn t-shirts, plaid shirts, sneakers and had her ash blonde, wavy hair tied with a ribbon. She was obsessed with electronic stuff; she had a natural talent for handling buttons and numbers. So, here she was, trying to hide herself even more, in this isolated farm of Mr. White, where she could have all the quiet moments she loved, all the natural smells and all the digital bandwidth! Heaven on earth! "As you can see, Miss Hall, the house is a country house and your room will be at the other end so we can have a decent amount of privacy." Mikael was being as polite and as descriptive as he could get. Samantha nodded while she followed dragging her suitcase and a backpack hanging mid arm, the other balancing on her other shoulder, when inevitably the shoulder one slipped and landed with a loud noise on the worn, wooden floor. She tried to pick it up but was risking the same fate to the other backpack so she set everything on the floor and decided to move one at a time. Mikael's muscles instinctively flexed to pick them up but his mind ordered no. So, no, he stayed and watched her flushing red and leaving them on the floor, murmuring 'I'll pick them up later.' For a brief moment, the briefest of time measure, Mikael forgot about his trees cargo and had to refrain from tucking her curls that were constantly falling on her flushing face, while Samantha was trying to tidy her heavy backpacks, get used to the environment and deal with a seemingly cold and impatient boss. No, Mikael wasn't going for cute girls. He wasn't going for love stories. He wasn't going for sweet nicknames or long cuddles. He would shape his own life and clearly emotions were just an obstacle. "So I will leave you to get settled Miss Hall and we'll talk about the job after dinner. OK?" "OK, yes, of course," Samantha nodded, escaping a faint 'thank you' as she stood in the long corridor. She was settled, even looked around the house to get familiar with it and took her phone out to write down what she needed and what she had to ask Mr. White. As she did that, she observed that there was no wifi signal. Not a single ssid name around. Swell! As it was still daylight outside, she stepped out for a walk around the house and found herself lost. She found her way back an hour and a half later, way past dinner time. She found Mikael in his favorite armchair with his Cherry, lying lazily on his feet. "Sorry I'm late Mr. White, but I got lost and...» He made a sign to cut all excuses. "It's OK Miss Hall, I have just finished. You can help yourself, the kitchen is over there. By the way, please call me Mikael, I'm not used to that Mr. White thing and I'll call you Samantha." She nodded. "I really hadn't thought through it much, I mean there are practical issues, but we can solve them, right?" Mikael added. Samantha let a smile of relief. "I have been meaning to ask you the same thing Mr. Wh... Um... Mikael." She turned on her phone and looked for the note. "Dinner time, supplies, wifi, shower supplies, transportation, washing machine..." He stopped her reading. "Transportation is only car based; you can come with me when I go to the city if you need to buy your supplies. I go over at least three times a week so you won't miss anything. Look, I believe this whole situation will take a month or two to get finished, so you won't miss anything really Samantha." "Mikael, you should find time to go to town tomorrow morning since without wifi I can't get anything working. You have to apply for a connection," Samantha said without pausing between words. "What?" A curse also escaped his lips. Well, he supposed he could squeeze a couple of lost hours in his schedule and take a closer look at his chestnuts in the early afternoon. "Until tomorrow, Samantha, can you please change the ringtone of my new phone? It's driving me crazy!" Mikael was satisfied enough to see that the newcomer didn't affect much of his daily routines; she wasn't loud or intrusive. A quiet girl, really. Good. In less than a week Mikael used his phone more and more, the farm had its own ssid name, 'Cherry' of course, he had a logo for his goodies and a website ready to validate him as an organic farm owner. Samantha made Mikael understand that he needed to have a computer of his own to use when she'd leave if only to send her mails to have his site updated and edit his pictures of the products and the farm. A lot of changes for a man who didn't want to change what he had been building around him, for so many years. Tonight Mikael had Elsa at home. Mikael cooked dinner for her and they leisurely sat on the big armchair of his with a glass of wine, laughing quietly and starting to touch one another more boldly. "You disappeared on me Mikael! I was expecting a call for three days now!" Elsa said rubbing her cheek on his chest. Mikael moved his hand over her chest and tried the first button of her blouse while replying "You know I had a lot to take care of Elsa. I expected you to call me if you wanted me." The complaint was left there, as both Elsa and Mikael were two persons who put their careers above their desires, their lust and feelings of a typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. His hand was caressing her bare now chest. He dipped his finger in his wine and ran it over her nipples. Elsa shivered "God, Mikael!" and he dipped it again, getting large drops on them, licking the wine off them while his other hand was finding his way lower. A little louder than usual, a familiar bark and a rush of feet startled the couple. Cherry was getting closer and Samantha was saying something like "Mikael, you should check the rain pooling in those..." When all stood still. Mikael put his hands over Elsa's half naked body to hide her, Cherry stopped moving her tail, Samantha was speechless and Elsa furious; she was the first to speak really, «What's going on Mikael? Who is she?" Elsa took a quick look at a disheveled Samantha, with hair flying in various directions, wet and almost red all over. "Don't tell me she's the IT guy you said you were hiring!" Mikael sounded calm when he admitted, "Yep, that is Sam." Both women looked at him with varying thoughts but both angry at him. Elsa was again the one to go first, "Don't tell me she's the reason you didn't call!" Mikael was quick to answer, "Come on Elsa, Sam? How could you think something like that? Sam is not my type of..." Shit. He was too quick to reassure Elsa, that the words came out easily. Shit. Samantha, having never been called Sam before or so crudely rejected by a man, was even redder, if that could ever be possible! Samantha murmured something that sounded like 'sorry', took Cherry hastily and left the room, leaving rain foot marks on the worn, wooden floor. Elsa looked into Mikael's eyes just to make sure he meant what he said. Yeah, she knew she had nothing to be jealous of. Even though Mikael loved his freedom, he had made clear to her that he was crazy about her sexiness, her female aggressiveness, her love for sex and her dark honey skin. Elsa stood up slowly, took Mikael's hand and led him to his bedroom where she closed the door rather noisily. Yes, she had nothing to fear of a pale, shy girl who didn't seem to know how to seduce a man like him. It was more than an hour after midnight that a barefoot and shirtless Mikael walked a happy and smiling Elsa to the door. After their goodnight kiss, Mikael returned to the living room, having already felt the quiet presence of Samantha seated deep in an armchair, ears deep. He went over and took a seat closer. "Samantha" he started, "I am sorry about what I said before. I don't... " "Don't ever be sorry about your truth being told Mikael" she stopped him with a calm voice she didn't have before. He tried to protest but thought twice, because Mikael was so well trained at never letting emotions take over. She made it easier pointing at the table, "I'm only here to have a warm cup of milk," she said and stood up to leave. "It's OK. I'll take it to my bedroom." She looked at him, straight into his eyes, so unlike Samantha, "Good night Mikael." That small ball, that small nerve, that small torturing something that had been stirring for some time now when he saw Samantha, started jumping again. But, hey, that was Mikael, known for having a soft spot only for earthy, independent women, who loved to show their sexuality, not for clueless schoolgirls who dare not show any cleavage and had a single mind about what a relationship should be like. And now, he was so satisfied with his night with Elsa, that he couldn't care less about Samantha, could he? Samantha was more than careful and professional from that day on and Mikael was more observant of her. He realized that she smelled of gardenia when he was near her and that she touched her hair and tucked it behind her ear when she felt nervous. Sometimes she even blew her whistling breath to some curls, to fly them away. Mikael felt so used to that, he had the impulse to do it when a stranded curl was brushing her nose. Of course he didn't. "All right Samantha. Hop in now before I change my mind!" She insisted on going to the city right away as the day would be a total waste without some special wires and usb storage devices. She even suggested she'd call the gardener working on the neighboring farm to get her there. So, Mikael had to oblige. Late afternoon, already dark and it had been a long day for Mikael. He dropped Samantha outside the store and he went to a nearby bar. Elsa was there, standing up and leaning, almost touching the man sitting on his stool next to her, his hand on her back and her eyes on his lips. A handsome man Mikael had to admit. He wasn't a possessive person, quite the contrary, but a betrayal makes no discriminations. His calmness lost, at least inside him, and his eyes took an ironic expression. He ordered a scotch, voice normal and seemingly calm. Elsa was too wrapped up in this guy to notice his voice's familiar vibrations. He drank it in three gulps and checked his watch; Sam wouldn't be ready to go, the hell with it, he'd just walk up and down the road. Samantha called him to let him know she'd be ready in about twenty minutes and Mikael decided on the spot to buy some bread and meat while waiting; vegetables were waiting at his garden and his urge to cook dinner was the dominating thought in his mind. Damn you Elsa, you turned this casual and carefree relationship to a comparison, a high-bid contest I hate to follow. His thoughts were racing inside his mind as he was placing his order. Fuck off Elsa, and fuck off me that I let women into my life that I should just let in my bed. "Fix your stuff, I'm cooking tonight," Mikael said casually to Samantha when they entered the house. She turned to look at him, opened her mouth and held back the remark. Good, great, thanks! Samantha blushed and ran to fix the telephone cables and set up the router again. Dinner was friendly, a talkative Samantha with a smiling attitude and an observing, seemingly laid back, Mikael, enjoying those exact moments, blocking everything else out and feeling at ease to respond to Samantha's questions about his trees and about his books and about a million irrelevant things. He wondered how she ever understood computers since her questions revealed a chaotic mind, jumping from one train of thought to a startling 'do you like your milk warm or cold'. Welcome to a girl's brain! At one point she put both her feet on the chair, holding them with her hands as she was jumping from subject to subject. That exact point made Mikael uneasy, slower to answer and at an urge to get up and dissolve this intimate, friendly situation. Mikael insisted on doing the dishes, he wanted to carry on dinner from A to Z, while Samantha at the other end of the kitchen was playing and, God, this was ridiculously funny, actually talking to Cherry! It had been less than a month and this internet thing was set up and starting to pay off. He had to admit that running on a schedule was more productive and even gave him more precious free time, even to rest his back. Elsa had called meanwhile, Mikael had responded as if he had seen nothing, had had great sex with her again, had felt an unfamiliar sense of being used when she left and didn't think of her the next day. In fact, he found out he preferred to pleasure himself during his morning shower than call her again. That didn't last long. Mikael was a sensual man and a man who worked hard with his body, taking care of the farm in any small and mundane or big and thoughtful way. He needed something more than his own hand. He asked Samantha if she would be interested in a lift to town this Friday night, but she said no. She wanted some free time alone. Even better for him; he was free to go wherever he wanted and return whenever he wanted. In town, Mikael felt OK, out of place but acceptably good. He went to his usual bar and had a couple of drinks and a small chat with the bartender. On his last sip of his second drink, a woman's hand rested on his thigh and a glass landed next to his. "Is the seat taken?" Well, Mikael wouldn't say no. He looked into her eyes, knowing he'd remember nothing about them afterwards, and replied, "Talk to me again once you're halfway finished with your drink." She got wet by his answer and he knew it, he just knew it. It was easy to be seductive and rough when he didn't care. She quickly downed her drink and he grabbed her by her hand, leading her to the restrooms. Wordlessly, he locked the door behind them and reached his hand inside her tight pants, pushing firmly his finger over her panties inside her. She gasped. He was strong from all the work at the farm and his movements were decisive and quick. He finger fucked her like that for some moments until he felt her overwhelming wetness and her sexy pleas to fuck her. He unbuttoned his jeans and hers fast, held her against the door and pushed her on his cock in one movement. She put her hand in front of her mouth to mute her cries as he held her by her hips, marking her skin from the pressure. He fucked her hard with his eyes closed until he felt her juices running down his balls. He withdrew and came on her mound, in the middle of her cries. He couldn't remember if he said anything to her, he just opened the door and paid for her drink also. Before she was out again, he had already left. Back home, he found Samantha sleeping on the sofa, a sleepy Cherry on her feet, a half opened book on her lap, a half empty glass of red wine on the floor and an extra large white t-shirt, with enough room for two Samanthas, hiding less than she would have hoped. He tried to wake her up, pushing her arm gently but Samantha made a small sound and didn't move. Shit. He could either let her sleep on the couch for the rest of the night or take her to her room. Well, she has been working really tough the past few days and she had even assisted with the new trees, watching their roots and all, when she was available. She had to rest well. He bent over and took her in his arms, taking care to keep some distance between them, as she suddenly seemed more grown up, more free, more sensual, more naked, sexier... He pushed these thoughts aside, she wasn't his type and he had just cum on a really sexy girl. Samantha? God, no. No. No way. Never. He put her on her bed, not without difficulty as her t-shirt rose up above her waist, her white panties exposed, all lace, and the friction of her breasts on his hand as he positioned her on the pillow was unexpected and electrifying . Enough. Leave now Mikael, he thought. And closed the door behind him. The Earth Guy The next two days Mikael was rough on Samantha. He addressed her only when he needed to, no good mornings, no simultaneous breakfasts, no casual talking in the afternoons. Samantha noticed, how could she not, she felt every shift in his mood even if he was standing ten feet away or was out in the fields. The frustrating thing was that Mikael didn't know why he did and if he did, he didn't acknowledge it. The night of the second day, when they had both long gone to bed, a wild wind was up, so furious that it smashed a window which had a small crack. Mikael was the first to get up. He took a quick look out to make out how the baby trees were holding up and as he was putting on his shoes, he knocked on Samantha's door, not waiting for a response, opened it. What was with her and her sleeping habits? Why did she even bother to wear anything if it didn't cover the basics? Her firm breasts were almost outside the t-shirt and she instinctively put her hands on top of them to hide herself, making her image even sexier. "Get up, please, we have to check the trees. I think some of them might be broken." That little 'please' word was like a kick to Samantha, as he had never used it before. She saw the concern in his eyes and knew his love for his trees more than anyone. She didn't say a word and started dressing while he left and went out. Even if someone didn't care about plants, trees or agriculture in general, they would feel rage for the wind when they saw the young trees bent, half broken, trying to resist smashing on the ground. Samantha found it difficult to walk over there and steady herself, but once she understood how to walk against the wind, she saw Mikael going to the small warehouse, taking ropes and she followed. They were communicating by nodding and signing to each other. They spent two hours tying the trees with rocks on the ground, keeping in place the ones that hadn't been broken completely and securing the rest. Once they were inside, Samantha realized that her head was so hurt, her ears were to the point of bleeding, her eyes watering and her whole face red, like she was burnt. Mikael was in no better shape, his hands bleeding and his breath ragged for the first time since Samantha met him. Five minutes passed by, both trying to regain their breath and rubbing their ears and noses to a more comfortable state. He looked at her, sincerely and firmly after those days he had been ignoring her "I think you realize how much that meant to me. Thank you Samantha." She stood speechless and managed to nod, a small nod to an unexpected thank you. The moment passed, their eyes unlocked and Mikael said in a flat voice "I'm not a doctor but you should take a hot shower before going back to sleep. You go first." And without waiting her answer, he walked to the kitchen. Samantha stood there for a split of a second, or maybe more, then she headed to the shower to let hot water bring her back to a safe body temperature. An hour later they were both in the kitchen, warmed and tired. "Would you like some tea, Mikael?" Samantha asked and added "I'm having one so..." "Thanks Sam, I'll have a glass of wine to help me sleep. Would you like a glass yourself instead of your tea?" She opened her mouth to speak. To say that she had tried the wine and she felt dizzy with the first sip, that she didn't trust herself when she felt dizzy and that she longed for a hot tea right now. But she said none of it and answered a simple "OK." He had called her Sam again. They took their glasses to the couch, where Cherry was half asleep. "I have to fix that window first thing tomorrow morning," Mikael murmured. They didn't talk much. He felt her shivering and he said softly, "You should rest Sam, it's been a long night for you and you didn't have to do any of what you did." Samantha took a large sip of her tea. Sam? Again? God, she had another sip. Yes, leave and go to sleep. She chuckled, "Yes sir!" It wasn't what he expected to hear and rolled his eyes. Getting some girls drunk is so easy. "Come on, get up. I'll walk you to your room." He knew from the start this wasn't a good idea, he knew it because he had done it before. No matter how immune he was to her or girls like her, her bare breasts he had a glimpse of, the jasmine smell she always carried on her after a shower, her yet unexplored sexuality, were all warning signs. But the wine he just had chosen made it impossible for him to ignore those signs. She half walked, half missed her steps when they finally reached her door. "Good night Sam," Mikael said softly, ready to turn and leave the room, when he felt her unable to make the two steps to her bed. Damn you Sam, damn the wind, damn the wine, damn tonight. He grabbed her from her waist so firmly that he was sure he'd leave marks. He pushed her on her bed and without looking at her, he kissed her hard, his arms all stretched up and his head lowered on hers. His belt was pressing hard on her soft mound and her lips so soft under his hard kiss. So soft, so responding, so kissable. He didn't talk. He took his t-shirt off and almost tore hers. It was then when he opened his eyes and saw her. Saw her expecting expression, a desire for him beyond anything he could remember seeing in his recent years, he saw her soft breasts free for him, he saw her lips swollen by his kiss and he saw her belly trembling. It was all the invitation he needed. Mikael bypassed more kisses and standard procedures, he tossed his jeans away and, feeling her hands on his hips, he took a quick, decisive thrust in her, that first penetration that always was an indication if he would have a good time or a superb time. Now it was on the fucking perfect time, as she was tighter than he had imagined and double sweeter and a thousand times more wanting. He was setting the fucking pace, he was in control of her reactions and adapted his rhythm, as he could feel every inch of her, every small squeeze, every halt of breath and every pinch of pain. But he made sure he was looking at her the whole time, amazed at her transformation. When he felt her out of breath and her walls tightening around him, he fucked her harder, deeper and harder yet, until she came on him, no words, only her cries, her sweat on her forehead and her chest moving up and down. That moment he let go too, no words, just moans, breaths and an unbearable sensation of mixing their fluids inside a warm cunt. When they found their breath, Samantha turned her body to one side and slept or pretended to. Mikael stood up, looked at her bare back and walked out of the room. Next day and the day after that they didn't bring the subject up, they both tried to avoid contact as much as possible but were more gentle and polite to each other. That day, three days after their encounter, Mikael's neighbor, a handsome man, slightly older but extremely charming, willing to learn and mingle, a farmer, too, himself came over to discuss watering issues. Samantha happened to pass by at a moment of a more casual conversation. Mikael did what he had to do, "Samantha, this is Kirk, Kirk Davidson, my neighbor." Mikael felt uncomfortable with the look Kirk gave to Samantha; as if he could see behind her plaid shirt and untamed hair, as if he could see what he had seen that windy night. That night's memory he used when he wanted to please himself. And damn, Samantha stood there, smiling at his soft jokes and not leaving. What can she possibly see in him? Kirk asked, not without a sly smile, if he could make a website of his own, if he could hire Samantha, too and Mikael just said ask her. Ask her asshole, what is she supposed to say, fall into your arms? "Samantha, what the hell was that?" An angry Mikael voice called out to her. She came half running up to him, ready to see the results of her clumsiness or whatever and instead she just saw Mikael going "Flirting with my sleazy neighbor doesn't help me or my job, you know!" She halted her step. "What?" "Flirting with..." "I heard you Mikael! Just can't believe you thought I was flirting with him!" "Hand kissing and giggling says otherwise. You two were about to use my couch as a bed Sam!" "Cute, Mikael. Cute. But you see, I don't bed men I don't feel in love with!" Her voice trailed off quickly when she hit the 'feel in love' part and turned her back and left in wide strides. Mikael, well, Mikael was speechless. That evening neither seemed eager to have dinner or spend even a minute in the living room. Cherry was going from one room to the next, feeling the tension. Samantha was cursing her impulsiveness. Mikael was repeating to himself how he valued non sentimental situations. And repeating. And used the internet to prove himself right. Plenty of naked girls, no commitments. Yes! He watched and watched only to suppress the next question 'was it as good as the real thing?' Two days passed and life got in their way, small mundane problems around each corner, Cherry almost fell into a recent hole meant for a new tree, a heavy rain that soaked half the living room floor due to that broken window, a customer who failed to pay in time for a long time... They talked to each other, helped out each other and went to their respective rooms earlier than usual. Never once went to the city again together. On the third day, in the afternoon, at a leisure moment, Mikael stated, as he caressed a content Cherry, "I've been thinking Samantha, I know enough by now, site is up, working smoothly... Maybe it's time you got yourself another job." Samantha looked intently into his eyes and replied a simple "Whatever you decide boss. I can leave tomorrow morning if you like. Just tell me." "I'm telling you" he replied and got busy getting Cherry ready for a walk. Cherry didn't need a walk, Mikael did. Next morning, Samantha was dragging her small suitcase and her two heavy backpacks out of the wide, front door. Mikael was digging, getting ready some new space for strawberries. He saw her. She set her stuff down and started walking over to him, possibly to say goodbye. Mikael made a gesture of 'my hands are dirty and I'm sweated' and said loudly, "on the kitchen table!" Samantha stopped midway, stood for a moment and turned her back, heading to the kitchen. She saw a check on the table, the last of the promised amount plus the time that she didn't stay but had verbally stated that she should stay. It was like a whole month more. She took the thick pen Mikael kept in his kitchen drawer to note down supplies and wrote all over the check "Really??" She went out, took her heavy backpacks, each on a shoulder and held her suitcase. And left. Cherry stood in the middle of the distance between them. Mikael pushed his shovel deeper than he should, exclaiming, "Damn you Sam!" **** My dear editor thank you! My dear inspiration, I can't always shake off the good girl. The Earth Knows... The cool air hit my skin before I even disrobed. It had been months since I had last been able to sneak out of the house to loose myself as "Jen" rather then Jim. Something about those smooth satin panties my wife wore alwasys kept me in a state of arousal, and even when we slept. Everyday, I always awoke with a raging hard-on...she always thought it was due to being horny in the morning, feeling her smooth globes next to my member that did it, but I knew better. Hell, who was I to complain? Almost every morning, I was greeted by her velvety lips circling my cock, her head slowly sliding up and down until I felt my explosion erupt into her mouth. Once, she even swallowed, claiming that she had woken up feeling me rub intensely against her in my sleep, and had gotten so horny that she wanted to taste me for the first time. But today was different. Today she was off to visit her sister in Tucson for some Earth rally. We lived in Yuma, and the both of them were always fighting for the environment. *Zip* I was alone and I was hard as a rock through my panties. I had stolen a pair and had worn them outside to the clearing several miles from our home. I had packed all the essentials, a short cropped wig that matched my skin tone, a smooth mini, halter top, the satin panties I wore, and her matching bra, as well as plenty of makeup and KY that I had been hording for the past year in anticipation of the free time that I would have all day. My wife's sister had convinced her that today would be the best time to plant new trees and collect the trash those crazy kids left when they partied up this way. My male clothes discarded into a pile nearby, I let the humid air draw perspiration from my body as I strode near a small grove of trees. I had completely dressed the part of "Jen" and my cock threatening to tear free from its satin confines, I took my small bottle of lube, and lowering my panties to my ankles, began to slide it all over my ass. My shaven body felt good to my fingertips as I felt my in between the soft mounds behind me. Slowly I used one finger to slightly penetrate me. Oh god, I felt every nerve in body begin to ignite. I could see why real girls let men take their anal cherry... Slowly working a second finger inside my rosebud, I heard a twig snap. "Hello?" my voice coming back in a startled choke. "Hey, who's there?" My eyes darted back and forth, before I saw a teenage girl trying to sit on a nearby rock behind me, her eyes full of mirth. "Did I startle you? Wow, Things were just getting interesting from what I saw!" I had to admit that I was caught. Here I was two fingers wedged inside me and this girl watching the whole thing, I must look like some queer in drag. My eyes must have given away my shame, when she came to me and put her hand to my cheek. "It's ok. Some of us were born in the wrong body. Can't get everything perfect...." the girl trailed off. "Things just happen...I'm glad you've found yourself, I'm sorry to have bothered you." She turned away with a longing and sadness in her eyes. Composing myself, I pulled my panties back up and wiping my hands on some nearby leaves, I reached out to catch her shoulder. "No, I guess I was scared what you might think, you must think I'm some kind of nut...out here, hell most people here think feminine men must be gay or something. I'm sorry that you had to see that. It's just that......" She pressed her fingertips to my lips as she shushed me to silence. Her eyes began to light up again. "You don't have anything to apologize for. We are who we are..." her voice trailed off yet again. It was then that her looks hit me full on. I had thought her to be a teenager, but up close, I could feel the age of her green eyes boring into me. She had seen...or done a lot. It almost scared me into submission, when I thought, "I was the adult here..." Quickly, I began to get in character, if nothing else to try and wiggle my way out of the situation I found myself in. "Honestly girl, what are doing out here?" I tried my best to cover any hint shame in my voice. "There are plenty of people out here doing the same, I don't see how you had the courage to come to me, and you have no idea what I'm capable of..." I left my voice trailing, hoping I would intimidate her into forgetting the event and leaving so I could continue. Rather the opposite happened, when hearing my voice speak those words; she boldly straightened her frame and strutted forward in a "no nonsense" sort of way. "No, I know quite well what you are...capable of..." this time, her voice trailing. "I wanted to see exactly what you were "capable" of doing to this..." her hand trailed along the soft folds of her moistening slit, as she gazed into my eyes. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Almost feeling ashamed again for my age versus what I thought her age must be, I tried to cover my again rising member and find an excuse to leave. But nothing came. Her movements came small and almost timid, but within moments she had came within a foot of me and her breath was coursing down my neck as she wrapped her tender arm around my waist. Kissing my neck softly, her voice became a little more dominant when she grunted into my ear... "Is this what you want baby? You want to be my little girl?" The need for release in her voice almost forced me into submission. Looking into hr face, I could see the lust building in her and it seemed for a moment hat if she had a cock like mine, she would have bent me over and had her way. But my own desire overpowered my hunger to submit and instead I grabbed her firmly around her hips...god her ass felt so firm, yet soft, as I spun her around, my cock hardening. "I want you." I whispered hoarsely. "Your body is making me ache." I uttered through clenched teeth. "Let me eat your pussy baby...I want to taste you" the girl gasped as she sank to her knees before I could penetrate her. Her words caught me off guard, for at the moment, I wished I had a pussy for her to feast on, my lust growing every time she spoke. Easily turning me around, she clenched both of my ass cheeks ad slowly slide them apart, as her warm tongue slid between them and licked lovingly at my passage. I could feel her tongue gently pushing inside my ass and soon, I couldn't resist as she began to lick my ass and slowly slide her tongue inside me. I felt my cum begin to build and soon my gasp turned to grunts of pleasure as she picked her pace up and was lapping fiercely at my bottom. "Give it to me, I want to taste you cum....mmmm...let me taste that pussy..." she groaned as she began to move her head forward to my pussy. *Gasp!* Her tongue slipped into the folds of "my pussy". My body began to betray me as my hips began to rotate on her warm mouth. Moving swiftly, she took her finger and ran it across her lips. Before I could react, she penetrated my ass slowly. In shock, I could only surrender to the sensations I felt. What had happened to my body? Through semi-closed eyes, I saw that I had crouched down and was squatting over the young girl's face as she lapped at a pussy I never knew I had, her hands reaching to the C cup breasts I never knew were mine...and yet it felt so right...so good. "Oh my god!" I screamed, my voice coming at an octave higher than I recognized. "Your tongue feels sooo good! Lick my pussy baby! Yes!" The words came freely and openly now; I still didn't understand the emotions that I was feeling. Was I drugged? My body ached under her touch and soon I could feel my impending orgasm closing in on me. My body began to shake as I Came all over this almost frail looking girl's face. "mmmMmmmm..." she purred as she lifted her thighs apart, laying on the ground, as if waiting for me to enter her. My mind reeled as my clit began to swell, and again my mind reeled as I lost my new found anatomy and grew yet again a raging hard-on. My prick began to ooze pre-cum as my mind went into lust overdrive and I plunged into her soft, supple body. All I could hear was the cries of passion as I delved deeper into her body, claiming places I could feel no one had ever reached inside of her before. My balls grew heavy, and with a final lunge, I emptied my load inside her fertile womb. Spent, we spooned on the grass, enjoying the glow of both of our orgasms. Not but five minutes later though did we hear footsteps approaching.....