2 comments/ 26015 views/ 16 favorites Tractor By: Ashson I'd been out with the tractor half the day and was now taking it back to where we keep the heavy machinery. Several of the farms had chipped in for the big stuff and we stored it in a common lot at the back of the farms. The only way to reach this common lot was via a narrow private road that ran between the farms and dead ended at the machinery compound. All of our farms could be accessed from that private road so we rarely needed to take the tractors and such out onto the main roads, which the neighbouring motorists probably considered a blessing. It can be a real bastard trying to pass a slow tractor on some of those roads. Being the best tractor operator of the lot of us, I'd generally get tapped if there was a bit of tricky work to be done with one, which was fair enough. It meant I could tap the boys when their expertise was needed over some other matter. Now I'd been at Sam's place and his place was the furthest from the machinery area. When you considered the size of the farms, that private road was several kilometres long. (We had our own grader attachment for the tractor. Kept the road usable.) I'd left Sam's place and was puttering down the road at about 20kph. Slow, I know, but she was an old tractor. We've been talking about getting a new one but what the hell, she still goes, so we keep putting it off. I'd gone about a kilometre down the track and had a couple more to go when I hear this horn behind me. I turn my head to see who the hell is behind me and there's this little red coupe following me and tooting. Now consider where we were; a private dead end road between a flock of farms, leading only to the machinery compound. Yes, you could get off the road and onto one of the farms if you wanted to, but you'd be stuck in a paddock at the back of the farm. OK if you're driving a 4WD, but not exactly your coupe type terrain. I naturally thought that the driver was trying to attract my attention so I pulled up, climbed down, and wandered back to see what they wanted. Probably directions, because they were surely lost. The driver's window came down and there was this cute little girl inside. She was driving, so she had to be eighteen, but she sure didn't look it. "Afternoon, miss," I said with a smile. "Can I help you with something?" "Why, yes, you can, moron," she snapped. "Instead of stopping in the middle of the road you can pull over and let me past." It seemed my loveable charm wasn't operating where she was concerned. I nodded thoughtfully and head back to the tractor. Pull over, she said. Let her past, she said. And precisely where did she expect me to pull over? The road was wide enough for the tractor but it sure wasn't a two way road. Mind you, if she'd asked nice I might have stopped at a farm entrance and let her past, but she didn't ask nice. I climbed back on board and headed on down the track, at 15kph. Didn't want to strain the old girl, now did I? Another slow kilometre and I could feel her seething in her car. It would have been obvious to her that there weren't any places I could pull over. It wasn't as I was deliberately slowing her down. These things happen. The reason I mentioned travelling that second kilometre was because that's the point I had to stop again. Cow on the road. I pulled up and got down, hearing a crunching sound from the rear of the tractor, but not thinking anything of it. I strolled over to the cow lying in the road, chewing its cud. I was passing Rod's place and the gate to his field was slightly ajar. He had a defective catch on it and he'd been told to fix it. On my way back from dropping of the tractor I'd stop and nail the damn gate closed. Maybe he'd get the message. I choused the cow back into the field and wedged the gate closed. It would keep until I made the trip back. Turning back to the tractor and there was little miss red coupe, almost dancing on the spot in her fury and agitation. I spread my hands in a 'what can you do' gesture. "The boys complain if I drive over the odd cow on the road," I called to her, "and it makes the front of the tractor all mucky. I find it simpler to just send the cow home." "Screw the stupid cow," she raged. "Look what you've done to my car, you idiot. This is all your fault. Why couldn't you just move over when I asked?" "Just where would you suggest I pull over?" I asked. "You can see for yourself there's nowhere to go. And what's wrong with your car, anyway?" I went to look at where she was parked right bang up against the tractor. Really and truly bang up against the tractor. When I'd stopped, she'd been too close to me and couldn't stop in time. Cosmetic damage only, I noted. When you're braking from 15kph you slow down fast and don't hit hard. I was surprised that she managed to hit me at all. "Bit of damage there," I observed. "That'll cost you a bit. Got insurance have you?" "Yes I have insurance. More to the point is do you have insurance? I assume that you do insure your vehicles, even on a farm. This was your fault and your insurance will be paying." "Lady, you have got to be kidding. You were tailgating and rear-ended me. Not a court in the land would find in your favour. Your insurance company wouldn't even bother approaching mine. Geez, I was only doing fifteen and still you managed to hit me. You do have a license, don't you? I'll need to see it just in case you managed to scratch my old girl." "Scratch your tractor?" she yelped. "Scratch your fucking tractor? It's nothing but dents and scratches. What, are you going to point to one of a thousand scratches and say that one's my fault? You're insane. That old thing is only held together by wire and string." She had a point there. The catch to the engine cover had snapped off and we had some wire holding it in place. "OK. I'll waive any damages you might have done with your careless driving," I said generously. "We'll still need to exchange details as you have picked up some damage. Ah, I'm assuming that you damaged your car hitting me. It's not previous damage, is it?" It wasn't. I'd see how neat and trim her car looked when I'd stopped earlier to see what she wanted. Still, it didn't hurt to stir her up a bit. I took my time noting down her details, with her practically jumping up and down in frustration. She had a rude mouth on her and was rather free with her insults, finally demanding I get a move on. "Just how much longer are you going to block my way, anyway? Why can't you pull into a field or something?" "The weather's been a bit wet," I said glibly. "Wouldn't want to get bogged, would I." Fat chance of that happening with my tractor. She might be old but she could still go places. She muttered something that sounded like a fervent prayer that both I and my tractor would get bogged in a bed of quicksand, and the quicker the sand the better. "Well, how much further until I can pass you?" she asked through gritted teeth. "Well, now, you just aren't going to be able to pass me. Another kilometre and I'll be at the machinery compound and I'll park there, but that's the end of the road, so there's nowhere else for you to go." "What?" "This road ends at our machinery compound in about one kilometre," I said slowly but clearly. "I'll park the tractor in its shed. There is nowhere for anyone to go from the compound but back down this road. Where did you think you were going?" "I was told the first right would take me to Bangoonah," she said. "This was the first right." "Locals don't consider this a road," I pointed out. "Bangoonah is the first road on the right after this track. Didn't you see the great big sign at the start of the road saying private road, no entrance, dead end?" She shook her head and I nodded in sympathy. "Probably because it blew down in that big storm last month. We really need to do something about getting it remounted." "You imbecile," she yelled. "You knew damn well I was on the wrong road. Why didn't you tell me when you first stopped?" "Well, now, I kind of suspicioned that you might have turned astray and I was going to tell you but you know how it is. We morons forget things so easily." She blinked while she digested that, went pale, then flushed. She seemed a trifle upset. Things went downhill rapidly. "You inconsiderate buffoon," she snarled and slapped me. No telegraphing of her move to give me time to dodge. Just bam, as she did her best to knock my head right off. Quite a slap she had. It hurt her, too, as she was shaking her hand while glaring at me. Now I could accept the bad temper and abuse but I had to draw the line somewhere. Attacking me physically was definitely stepping over the mark. I took a step closer to the tractor and sat on the bottom step, snagging her arm on the way over and fetching her along with me. "You really shouldn't have done that," I said gently, putting her across my knee. This is not to say that she just calmly bent over my knee when instructed to do so. She wriggled and swore and hit at me, but I way outclassed her in weight and strength. Like it or not, and she didn't, she went over my knee. I delivered a couple of firm spanks to her rear and then paused. "This doesn't seem right," I murmured. "You're damn right about that," she shrieked. "You know damn well this isn't right, you oaf." "I'm glad you agree," I told her. She was wearing these skin tight pants, tights or yoga pants or whatever you might want to call them. She certainly had the figure to show off those pants in a flattering light. I lowered them, taking her panties down with them, giving me a nice bare bottom to chastise. "It just seems more fitting that a naughty girl gets her bottom bared when it's beaten," I explained when she demanded what the hell I thought I was doing. "You agreed it wasn't right to have those things on." I suspect she was going to explain that I'd mistaken her meaning but I didn't really give her a chance. My hand came down firmly on a nice white bottom, leaving a nice pink hand-print, the sting stopping her from saying anything coherent. I didn't muck around. I paddled her pretty little bottom good and hard, giving it a nice flush. I didn't take undue advantage, even though her legs were parted and waving around. Not talking undue advantage didn't mean that I didn't find time to admire the view. She was, I was happy to see, clean shaven, which in my mind denotes cleanliness and an erotic nature. Her lips were plump and firm and nicely closed. At the start, anyway. I was amused to see her mound swell slightly while I spanked her, her outer lips pouting, her inner lips puffing up lightly and protruding. There was even a gleam of moisture along her lips but, like I said, I didn't take undue advantage and refrained from poking her in that area. Her initial screams of pain had quickly dwindled into protests and wriggling, which I considered fair enough. I wasn't spanking her that hard, delivering a lesson rather than a beating. What did surprise me was the note of excitement in her voice as she made her protests. That excitement tended to undercut the effect of her protests. It also made me wonder just how effective a punishment the spanking was. Satisfied that the lesson had been delivered I swung her back to her feet. Now if you've just pulled down a girl's panties and beaten her bottom you'd expect the first thing she'd do on being released would be to pull up those panties. Not this lady. She stood there, facing me, hands hovering over her bottom as though wanting to rub it but not quite game. No attempt to cover herself. She was staring at me, a look of shock and excitement on her face. She was flushed and breathing hard, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. I stood up and, facing her, I started undoing my trousers. "Wh-what are you doing?" "I'm taking off my trousers," I said, pausing for a moment to explain. "If you are still standing in front of me once they are off I am going to remove the rest of your clothes, pick you up, and put you down firmly on my cock. If, on the other hand, you pull up your pants and run to your car, I'll probably let you go." "P-probably?" "Mm. Probably. Too much trouble to pry you out of the car so I don't think I'd bother." With that I continued to take off my trousers and she continued to watch, her eyes seeming to get bigger and bigger as I proceeded. At least, with my trousers off she could see I was serious and she was still just standing there, looking at me, flushing harder than ever, mouth slightly open and breathing hard. I moved closer to her and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. I pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, reached around her to unfasten her bra, and pushed that down to join her blouse. Stepping back for a moment I simply looked her up and down, admiring the sight of her. A very tasty piece of femininity. Then I went down on one knee and moved her pants and panties from knee level to ground level, encouraging her to step out of them. Pulling her blouse and bra off her wrists I deposited her clothes on the grass by the side of the road. Then I was standing in front of her again, reaching for her. "Ah, listen," she quickly said. "I don't think. . ." "I've noticed," I said, breaking into whatever she wanted to say. "Too late now to start." I pulled her closer to me, hearing her breath catch for a moment when she felt the hard length of me pressing against her. My hands closed over the cheeks of her bottom, holding firmly. "Hands on my shoulders," I told her, and she placed them there, holding tightly. I lifted her by her bottom, dragging her against my erection, noting that her legs were parting and moving around me. I lifted her until my erection slipped between her legs and then I started lowering her. I was lucky. I found no need to grope around to hit the right spot, her lips yielding and admitting me at first contact. Just like that my cock was moving into her. I relaxed my grip on her bottom, letting her weight do the work. She gave a little squeak, hands and legs tightening their grip on me, trying to hold herself up off my cock. Well, not trying to hold herself off it; more trying to control the rate at which she descended onto it. It didn't really matter of she was helping or hindering, I slid into place with a minimum of fuss, sheathing myself in her with no dramas. While doing that I also took a few steps closer to her car, giving me something of a nice height to place her bottom. Her bottom hit the shiny red car and she started up. "Oh my Lord," she said, sounding vaguely shocked. "You're doing it. You're really doing it to me. How could you do this to me?" 'Strip you, pick you up, and put you down firmly on my cock.' What did she think those words meant? An euphemism for smack your bottom and chase you away? I gave her a clear choice and she'd stood right there, letting me strip her with no resistance. And now she's surprised? Give me a break. "Do me a favour," I said, starting to slide happily back and forth. "Keep your mouth closed and let your body do the talking. I think you'll understand what's going on quickly enough." Her body was already doing its talking, moving quite eagerly with me, her legs wrapped around me, helping to pull me firmly into place with each thrust. Seeing the car was supporting her weight, and not me, my hands were free to play and they had already closed over her breasts, enjoying the feel of them. I wasn't rushing through this, just setting up a nice pattern of thrust and withdraw, while she matched my efforts, moving easily and (despite what she might claim) lustily against me. The woman was in her element, being taken semi-roughly by a man and having no say in the matter. That's not to say she had nothing to say. After getting over her apparent surprise at finding herself impaled she managed a few more words. There was a certain amount of appreciative, "oh, oh, oh," a few 'Oh, my god" and several other noises indicating approval. Then she found an objection. "Oh my god. We're outside in the middle of the day on a public road. Anyone could come along. How can you do this?" "For a start it's a private road. Secondly, you and I are the only two to use this road this week, let alone today. Thirdly, I don't care, just keep doing what you're doing." She let me know I was an unfeeling brute with no regard for the sensitivities of life. Maybe so, but I had a fine regard for a responsive woman, and she was proving very responsive. I had a sneaking suspicion that she'd have liked another car to come along, just so she could feel all embarrassed and guilty. She missed out, though. Zero traffic. The little bit of back chat hadn't slowed us down at all, and we were coming together in fine style. Her complaints regarding time and place and whether we should be doing this at all trailed away, being replaced with enthusiastic urging for me to go in harder. She needed it harder. Never being one to disappoint a lady in need I went in harder, and a most rewarding occupation it was. She bucked and squirmed under me, nails digging into my shoulders and legs with a death-grip around me as we enjoyed out little interlude. Finally it seemed to me that she was ready and I knew damn well that I was. I gave it to her with that little extra oomph, knowing from the startled look on her face that her climax was starting up. She screamed and finally relaxed her legs while pressing her pussy up against me as hard as she could, taking my offering with enthusiasm. Afterwards she sagged back against the car, breathing hard, seeming unable to speak. While she was silent I took the opportunity to put my trousers back on. Being dressed while she was still naked tended to give me a slight advantage. She finally shook herself and turned to me. Not knowing what she was going to say I jumped in first. "It's a long way back to the main road if you're going to try backing up," I said. "If you want to turn around there's a gate just over there, where I let the cow back into the field. I can open that and give you room to manoeuvre. If you get bogged I can use the tractor to push you out." She didn't look too pleased with either of these suggestions. I tossed her a third. "The machinery lot is only another kilometre down the road. I can drive that in a couple of minutes and you can follow on behind. Plenty of room up there to turn around. Do you want to follow me?" She signed and nodded. "Don't worry about it," I said. "I'll get the old girl trundling along and by the time you're dressed I'll just about be there." She gave a squeak and dived for her clothes, while I climbed back on the tractor. Starting her up and driving along at 45kph I knocked over that last kilometre quite quickly, pulling into the yard before she even caught up to me. I'd parked and was getting down even as she pulled in and started doing a U-turn. I walked over to where she was turning (badly) and when she was finally pointing in the right direction I banged on her roof and made a stop sign. Her window came down and she was back to Miss Snarly. "What?" "Just hop out of the car for a moment and come here," I said indicating the front of her car where the damage was. I didn't wait for a refusal, just moving around to the front of the car. The car door banged and she joined me. "What is it?" she demanded, looking at the damage. "It's not bad enough to stop me driving." Which it wasn't, being cosmetic damage only. "Oh, nothing to do with the damage," I said. I moved closer, encouraging her to move closer to the car. "I just want you to bend over the car for a few minutes. Don't worry, I'm not going to strip you. I'll just lower your pants and panties a little way and we can take it from there." Tractor Sales Lady Marla Jacobs was bound and determined to achieve the same success as the men who held sales records for the John Deere Company. But she also knew it wouldn't happen overnight. She would have to climb the hard path to the top by beginning with small sales to individual farms, and one day being assigned a distributor account and then a regional area, and ultimately to National Sales Manager. So now was the start of that long hard journey. Unfortunately it wasn't starting out too well. She had failed to make a sale of any equipment on the first three calls she made this afternoon, and now a heavy downpour had hit the area and washed out some of the back roads she was traveling on. To add to that, her car was sputtering like she might have purchased some bad gas at that last country fill up, or maybe the distributor was getting wet. She glanced at the farmhouse on the hill to her right and wondered if they could call a repair truck for her. Out in this rural area, her cell phone was not getting any signal. She grabbed one of the larger brochures from the back seat and ran up the drive holding it over her head, to try to block whatever rain she could. But by the time she reached the door, she was thoroughly soaked. Two rings finally brought a response. A petite woman who looked to be in her late forties answered. "Yes," she asked Marla, running her eyes up and down the drenched outfit of the frustrated sales person. "Is something wrong?" "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I'm on my way to Evansville and this heavy downpour has caused some problem with my car. I had to pull off the road just a few yards down from your farm. My cell phone isn't connecting so I wondered if I might use your phone to call a tow service." "Oh, you poor thing and you are drenched. By all means come in out of that rain. I'm not sure you will get anyone out here this late and in this weather, but come dry off and we can try." "Thank you," Marla said, "You're very kind. It's not quite the situation I expected to find myself in this evening." She opened her purse and handed the farm woman her card, saying, "I'm Marla Jacobs of the John Deere Equipment company. I've been making sakes calls at farms in the area and was calling it a day and going to Evansville to get a motel for the night. Then, the rains hit and my car stalled." "I'm Stephanie Anderson," the woman replied as she studied Marla's business card. "Ours is just a small place and I don't know if we need any equipment, but I'll give your card to Mike. He's just over at the barn securing things for what looks to be a long storm. But now, take off that coat and let's hang it up to dry. You can try to call for help but I'm not sure you will find anyone close by at this hour." With that, she took Marla's sopping wet coat and led her to a phone in the kitchen. She pointed out a phone book on the counter and went to hang the coat up by the back door. "When Mike gets in he can build up the fire and maybe we can get this dried out for you." Marla smiled and said, "I'm awfully sorry to put you and your husband to such trouble. I'm very grateful to you." "Oh Mike isn't my husband, he's my son. His father died about two years ago, so he's managing the farm now. I'm not even here half the time. I'm a registered nurse and I serve on the county disaster emergency relief team. In fact they have me on alert tonight based on the predictions for this storm." "Well thank you anyway," Marla replied, "You are very kind, and I'll try to get out of your hair as soon as I can get help." For the next fifteen minutes she tried calling emergency services for assistance, and cursed under her breath that she still hadn't mailed the form back to sign on to AAA for her car. Triple-A, she knew, would respond to any problem she had, at any hour and anywhere. She swore to herself that as soon as she got home, that form was going into the mail. She was not having any luck finding anyone available to come check her car and Mrs. Anderson came over and offered her a cup of hot tea. She also suggested that Marla get out of the wet clothes and handed her a woolen robe to put on. She was about to remove her soaked blouse when the rear door opened and in stepped Mike Anderson. He was wearing a poncho as rain protection and let out a brief comment as he entered the room. "Holy shit, this rain is heavy, good thing we........" he stopped suddenly as he finally saw Marla by the phone. "Oops," he stammered, suddenly realizing he and his mom were not alone. Marla quickly pulled her unbuttoned blouse together, her cheeks flushing a bit. Mrs. Anderson said, "Mike, this is Miss Jacobs. Her car is stalled out on the road. Maybe you can take a look at it if this rain ever lets up. Poor thing is soaked to the skin." "Well, Hi, Miss Jacobs. Sorry about your problem. Maybe I'll be able to get you going again after while." Marla studied the young man. He looked about twenty and had a build that suggested he was either a pretty hard worker on the farm or at least worked out. He had one of those smiles that looks like a blend of mischief and shyness. What Marla didn't know was that as Mike was smiling at her, he was studying her intently. The wet clothes did nothing to her appearance except heighten it as the damp material clung to her body, accentuating her well contoured shape. The phone rang and Mike quickly picked it up. "Hello," he said into the mouthpiece, and after a brief pause. "Ok, Sheriff Clancy, I'll tell her. The jeep is all gassed up and she has her gear packed in it. She should be able to join you right away. OK, bye." "Mom," he said, turning to Mrs. Anderson, "The emergency reaction team is being assembled to deal with the flooding over at Carson. Sheriff Clancy says they need you right away over at the county court house." "Well, I expected that was coming. I have everything ready," she said as she grabbed a slicker and donned it. "Miss Jacobs, I'm sorry I have to leave you, but there is more tea on the range, and if you come upstairs with me I'll show you my room where you can get out of those dripping clothes and put the robe on. Mike, build up the fire so Miss Jacobs clothes can dry quicker." After leading Marla to her bedroom, Mrs. Anderson again made apologies and told her to take her wet clothes back downstairs after she changed and have Mike show her where to hang them. Marla thanked her again and watched her head back to the stairs. After a few moments she heard a vehicle start up and as she looked out the window she saw Mrs. Anderson's Jeep pull down the drive, out onto the road, and off to the south. She began removing her wet clothes and as she was down to her bra and panties, she heard a creak on the stair. Glancing in a bureau mirror, she could see that the door to the room was slightly ajar and she could see that Mike Anderson was standing in the hall, slyly peeking into the room. Mike stood in the hall outside his mother's room. She and Miss Jacobs had turned on the light and he saw that the young woman had removed her blouse and skirt and was standing in only her bra, panties, and stockings. He saw the woman lift a foot to the footboard of the bed and slowly begin to slide her right stocking down toward her foot. She quickly removed the stocking and then the other before picking up the robe and pulling it tightly about her. She looked back into the mirror, but the young man was gone. She wasn't sure if he really had been watching her or whether he had just come up the stairs, glanced in, and seeing her state of undress, had turned and headed back downstairs. She was surprised to feel her under-things were quite dry, the coat having absorbed most of the rain water and her dress only getting slightly damp. Her bra was dry to the touch and when she touched her panties, they too felt dry. That is until her fingers slid across her mound. It was damp! "Hmm," she wondered, "Did that happen just from thinking Mike Anderson might have been watching her?" Shaking her head slightly, she grabbed her dress and stockings and headed back down to the ground floor. Glancing around, she couldn't see the young man, but she did see a blazing fire, indicating he had built it up before he had gone upstairs. She draped her dress and stockings over a rack in front of the fire when she heard his steps on the stair. He came down and went into the kitchen to retrieve her wet coat so he could place it in front of the fire as well. He entered from the kitchen and placed he coat on the same rack as her dress and stockings. Marla noticed he was now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt from which the sleeves had been removed. His bare arms gave away the young man's build. "There we go," he smiled at her, 'The heat should get these things dry in an hour or so." Marla noticed that after he placed her coat on the rack, he had felt her stockings. Was he testing them to see how dry they were, or was there a more curious interest that drove him? He then slid a comfortable looking chair over close to the fire and suggested she might better enjoy the fire's warmth if she sat in it. Nodding her thanks, she sat down as he said he would go to the kitchen to retrieve her cup and fill it with fresh hot tee. While he was out of the room she faced the fire and spread her knees slightly to let the warm radiation heat her legs. The movement caused the robe to open, nearly to her hips, and not hearing Mike, she allowed the warmth to fill the opening. She also did not hear him reenter the room until he appeared in front of her offering the tea. She realized he was looking down at her legs and the look on his face was one of admiration. She quickly closed her legs and adjusted the robe before taking the cup and thanking him. Mike sat on a hassock on the other side of the fire and asked her to describe the car problem she had. He also asked what brought her out to this very rural area. Marla explained her position with John Deere and the sales calls she had been making. She described the trouble the car had given her and what she thought might be wrong. Mike said that when the storm let up he would head down and check it out. Marla then thought that this unplanned stop might have some payback after all. She inquired about the Anderson farm and what their equipment status was. She quickly determined that Mike ran the farm for his mother and that he was the person who would be involved in purchasing any equipment. Recalling his admiring look when her robe had been opened, she thought of the unwritten sales principle number 12 – do all you can to please prospective clients to enhance your chance of a sale. As they continued to discuss the farm and its operation, she let the lower part of the robe again slip open, and she was quick to spot that Mike realized when it did. "Uh," he stammered, his eyes widened, "Can I get you more tea?" "It was very good," she answered," but if you have anything stronger, it might work even better." "Oh, sure. We have several things right there in the liquor cabinet" He pointed at a mahogany cabinet just too the other side if the fireplace. Stepping over to it he squatted and opened the doors. Calling out the several contents, he held each bottle up for her inspection as he did. Marla had also turned a bit in her chair so that she was directly facing the cabinet. The movement caused one side of the robe to slip almost completely from her leg, revealing the full leg and the rose colored material of her panties. "What would you care to drink?" she asked him. She noticed that his gaze was locked onto the show she was giving him. "I could use a shot of bourbon," he answered, his voice a bit shaky. Marla spread her legs a bit wider and said, "Bourbon sounds just fine to me, Mike." "Great," he replied as he rose. "Let me go get a couple of glasses and some ice." He gingerly rose and struggling to turn away from the vision, he headed back to the kitchen. Marla quickly loosened the tie of the robe so it would open easier with her movements and made sure that the top was now open enough to reveal the top of he breasts. Mike returned and handed her one of the glasses he was carrying. He glanced at the V opening in the robe's upper half, admiring the portion of her tits that the bra did not cover. She raised her glass and clinked it to his, saying, "Here's to warmth in the storm, Mike." They both drank the shots down quickly and Marla rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck. "That should help my neck also," she said and indicated the glass. "Driving around on sales calls all day ahs really made it stiff. Have you ever given a neck massage, Mike?" Taking the empty glass from her, he replied, " I have given Mom a massage sometimes when she has had a long tiring day." "Good, you're hired," Marla laughed, "Let's see how good you are." Mike stepped behind her chair and reached for her shoulders, but the high back of the chair limited his ability to massage them. "Hmm, this doesn't seem to work to well," Marla observed. "Maybe I should move to that hassock so you can do the job right." "That should work," he answered. She rose and stepped over to sit on the hassock, but made it a point to sit on the side facing away from the fire. Mike stood behind her and began massaging the shoulders. "Umm," she murmured, "It's clear you have done this before. Just keep going just like you are." As he kneaded the muscles at the base of her neck, his hands remained on the outside of the terry cloth. Marla reached down and loosened the robe's tie completely and slid the robe off her shoulders holding it so it stopped midway down her upper arms. She could sense that Mike was breathing a bit more rapidly now as she felt his warm breath on her neck and shoulders. She asked if he was okay and he told her he was except that the fire was getting awfully warm on his back. She reached around behind him and moved the palm of her hand up and down the sweatpants over his buttocks. ""Oh my," she remarked, "I'll say it us. You'll burn up if you stay there. Maybe you better come around in front of me to continue." He released her shoulders and stepped around the hassock so that he was now facing her. He looked down at her and could see the fullness of her tits and, with her legs spread as they were, the fullness of the mound at the base of her abdomen. Reach toward her, he grasped her shoulders once again and continued massaging her. Marla looked at the crotch of his sweats, and despite the looseness of the garment, his rising excitement was plainly evident. She reached around behind him and placed one hand on each of his ass cheeks. "Wow," she observed, "That fire was burning you up. Why didn't you say something?" With that she pulled him toward her until only a few inches separated their bodies. "How about your back?" she asked. She reached up and felt how hot the tee shirt was on his back. "Maybe you better take that off until you cool down. Here, let me help you" She brought her hands back in front of him and reaching under the shirt, she lifted it and he raised his arms to let it slip over his head. "There, that's better. Now get back to work." With that she reached behind him again and pulled him toward her once more. As he again began kneading her neck and shoulder muscles, she leaned her head forward and her brow pressed against his pecs. Her downward glance showed her that he was really pushing the front of his sweats out a lot now. She licked her lips as she fascinated over his apparent size. Her hands wandered down his back and again cupped his ass cheeks. "Ah, that feels much better now," she said. "In fact, they feel incredible." With that she moved her hands up and slipped the fingers down inside the waistband. Mike finally began feeling bold enough to respond to the seduction she was doing to him. He used his fingers to slide her bra straps from her shoulders and reached down to unclasp the bra. He then reached back and took her wrists in his hands and pulled her hands from their journey down his ass. He held her arms down between them and the bra and top of the robe fell easily. He reached under her arms and stood her up and both robe and bra fell to the floor. She raised her face to him and their mouths joined. Each reveled in the taste of one another's tongue and both of them reached behind the other so that she could resume her grasping of his ass and he reciprocated by letting his hands slip inside her panties to hold each cheek tenderly. The exploration of each others mouth continued and small murmurs came from Marla's throat. Tongues danced together as they familiarized themselves with the taste of each other. Mikes hands reached deep and toward the center so that he was soon touching the very bottom of her pussy. Marla had moved her hand around to the front but still inside his sweats. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his stiffness while the other hand cupped his balls. Mike broke the kiss and sat her back down on the hassock. He slipped the panties, now soaked in the crotch, down her lags and tossed them off to the side. She spread her legs as he placed a hand on the inside of each thigh. Leaning toward her, his lips dropped to her right breast, his tongue darting at the already risen nipple. He sucked on it and tugged it gently between his teeth. Her hands reached behind his head and held him fast against her. She then moved his head to her left breast to allow him to treat it equally. His hands had now slid up feel the wetness at her cunt and one hand brushed the softness of her trimmed bush while the other sought out the excited clit that had now poked out from the top of her pussy lips. He slowly began tracing his tongue from the valley between her wonderful tits, down her tummy and briefly stopping to tease her navel. She pressed on the top of his head urging him further and quickly his tongue was tracing across the soft hairs above her cunt. Marla raised her feet to rest on the edge of the hassock, a move intended to open herself of further to him and allow him to fully devour her pussy with his mouth. He responded by pressing his tongue deep inside her and tracing up and down between her pussy lips. The touch of his tongue gave clear indication that he was relishing the taste of her wetness. He gently traced the tip of his tongue back and forth over her clit while he inserted two fingers into her cuntal opening. He even curled his tongue so he could wrap it around her clit and slide up and down, much like his hands often slid up and down his own cock. The clit, despite its excited state was still small, so he found that just licking it and sucking it softly gave her the greatest pleasure. Her body shuddered as he brought her to her first orgasm and he licked ravenously, wanting to taste any wetness that was there. Rising he faced her and slid down his sweats, revealing, as she had surmised that he wore nothing else. His hard cock pointed out, fully engorged by his level of excitement. Marla kissed the tip and realized it was coated with precum. Her tongue lapped at it, enjoying its rather bland tasting, but slick consistency. She wrapped a hand around the large cock and began stroking him slowly. She leaned forward and licked his scrotum sensing the firmness of each ball. As she stroked she drew a ball inside her mouth and gently hummed. Mike nearly fell as the sensation made him weak on his feet. She then treated the other ball to the same pleasure, before finally slipping the head of his cock between her lips. Holding just the head in her mouth, her tongue bathed it, enjoying the steady generation of precum. Gradually, she drew more of him into her mouth until she had nearly all of its length between her lips. Mike began humping against her as she matched his stroking with a rhythmic sucking force. Her action, coupled with his was so intense that she brought him off quickly, flooding her mouth with his warm cum. She sucked and licked and swallowed much as he had down to her pussy when she had cum earlier. Soon he was spent and she rose to kiss him. Through the taste of his cum she could taste herself on his lips and he was introduced, for the first time, to the taste of his own cum, as her tongue slipped serpent like into his mouth. Tractor Sales Lady The both fell softly to the floor where they continued to kiss and stroke each other. It seemed like they did that for hours, but it was only about fifteen minutes before his cock had risen to full strength again. He finger fucked her as she stroked his cock until finally she whispered that she wanted him inside her. She rose to her hands and knees, turning so that her firm ass was facing him. He reached up between her legs and again prepared her with his fingers. She moved with what seemed to be impatience, so he rose to kneel behind her and as he moved forward, she reached back and directed his cock between her pussy lips. He slowly began penetrating her. As wet as she was, he might easily have slipped his entire length into her in one movement, but he moved teasingly slow, only going slightly deeper with each stroke. His hands reached under her and tugged at each nipple and she began moving with him, attempting to induce him to harder and faster strokes. Soon they were moving rapidly and both panted heavily with each stroke. She came before he did, but for that he was glad, for he wanted to be sure she did cum at least once before he blew his own load. He was gratified when it turned out that she cam twice before he did and her third came just as he was finishing filling her cunt with his load. Sensing she was on the verge as he was being drained, he fucked hard and faster while he still remained hard, and she responded with cries of delight as her third and final orgasm exceed both the earlier ones. Exhausted they fell to the floor and soon both were asleep. Hours later she woke to find that he had covered her with a blanket but he was nowhere to be seen. She rose and felt the clothes hanging on the rack. They had by now dried and she soon was dressed. Just as she was finishing, she heard him in the kitchen. "Good morning," he greeted her as she entered the kitchen. "How long have you been up?" she inquired. "A couple hours," he laughed. "Coffee's hot on the stove and this toast is still warm. I've been down to check your car, and the good news is, it seems to be okay. Something must have got soaked when you were driving in the storm last nigh and the ignition system failed. But it's all dried out now." She drank the coffee and discussed how severe the storm had been. "Did your mother get home?" She asked. "Nope, and it's a good thing too. We were both zonked on the floor naked. Not sure how I would have explained that." They chatted a brief while longer before she looked at the clock and decided she had get back to the city and her apartment, so she could shower and change clothes before going to the office. Mike walked her out to the car, and as he predicted it started immediately. After a long deep kiss, she drove off down the road, watching him get smaller and smaller in her rear view mirror. After a few miles she began to reminisce over the night's love making, when suddenly, she sat bolt upright and gripped the steering wheel tight. "Fuck," she cried out, "I never sold him one god damned piece of equipment!" Tractor Trouble This story could not have been done without the efforts of Wearspurplealot. She is responsible for at least half of the writing, and I consider her parts to be the better half. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing with her. * Steve was working alone in the shop when a strange car pulled in the drive. Climbing out of the tractor he was working on and wiping his hands on a shop towel, he waved at the driver and said "hello." With no idea who she was, he had to admit if she was selling anything her company had the right idea. She was a beautiful lady, maybe 40, but could easy pass for early 30's, fit looking body with all the right curves. He politely waited at the door of his shop as she walked across the drive to him. Damn, she looked a lot better than the delivery guys who normally showed up. "Hello, my name is Lisa and I just bought the ranch down the road. I'm having some trouble with my tractor, wondered if you might be able to help?" Not sure he just heard that right, but being a friendly fellow, he says, "Sure. Just let me finish up here and I can follow you to your place." Looking her over closer he notices she's wearing jeans and a solid color tee with cowboy boots, the standard ranch uniform. I guess it was the makeup and hair that threw him. She's definitely wearing makeup but it's not overdone; it's very nicely done in fact. Her hair is past her shoulders but not much longer than that. It falls in nice soft curls that were likely created this morning since they are nice and smooth, not frizzy. Once at her place, he looks over the machine. Sure enough he can fix it. It wasn't anything major, just a loose belt. "Thank you so much for fixing that for me. You have no idea how hard it is to feed this herd of alpacas without some mechanized muscle." "No problem, glad to help." "Can I offer you something to drink before you head back, or maybe a homemade blackberry croissant? I made some this morning. Surely you'd like something sweet before you leave." Steve loves the idea of something sweet. And was that a double entente she just made? Leaving now was not an option. Never one to be rude to a lady, especially one that was built like his new neighbor, Steve accepted the offer. "How could I refuse someone so sweet." he said while following her to the house watching the gentle sway of her ass while she walked. Steve couldn't remember ever meeting a rancher with a body like this. He was very happy his first impression of saleslady was wrong. Being a new neighbor, she would undoubtedly need a hand every so often and he just might get a closer look at that female form he was beginning to appreciate so much. The two had a nice get-to-know-each-other chat over coffee and a croissant. She learned he was a divorced dad with teenage boys about to drive him nuts being, well, teenage boys. His ex-wife didn't enjoy the farm they had, hated the smell of grease and oil that always seemed to be on him, and had taken off for the city where she felt she belonged. Steve had a nice little farm with some crops and a fairly busy repair business that allowed him to set his own schedule. It was something that also allowed him to take an extra hour to visit with new neighbors. As he made his excuses to leave and headed for the door, she offered her hand for a handshake, but instead Steve caught her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Lisa. Please stop by or call anytime. You don't have to wait for an emergency, my door is always open. And I can't wait to see your silhouette in it soon." With that, he walked to his truck and drove away. Hoping she couldn't see just how much he really did like meeting her. Shortly after Steve left, Lisa went to the barn to feed the rabbits. While opening the sliding barn door, she must have pulled a little too hard because it came clean off the track. What was going on today?!! Everything was breaking. The door had to be closed for the night to keep the smaller animals safe from the local predators. Sigh.... This was a job she'd normally ask her teenage son to help her with but he was away for the week on a school trip. Her teen daughter, who loved to help around the ranch, didn't have the upper body strength for this task and anyway she was over at the high school cheering on a sports game and then off to a sleepover with her best friend. She wouldn't wish for her ex-husband to be there but damn, a strong man would be a welcome sight in times like this. Maybe Steve would be willing to stop by and help her. Lisa went into the house and gave Steve a call. He said he'd be happy to come by in a few minutes. It was nearly dinner time so Steve said;" It's just me for dinner tonight because the kids made their own plans." Surprised, Lisa says she's too been abandoned by her kids and suggested the two have dinner together. "It's the least I can do for coming by twice in a day and saving me." Liking the idea of more time with this lovely neighbor, Steve says "I'll be right over. Just let me lock up here." Lisa met Steve at the front door and they walked to the barn together. As they walked the narrow cement pathway meant for one, they bumped into each other while trying to walk side by side. It was a natural inclination because they talked as they walked but the pathway was simply not obliging. One or the other of them fell off or bumped into the other trying to walk next to the other person. Lisa wasn't sorry for the bumping. She even took advantage of one encounter placing her hand squarely in Steve's chest as a means to steady herself. What a firm chest. Her mind wandered to places it shouldn't considering she just meant this man. Lisa thought, "I hope he needs help setting that door so I can get even closer." But she'd have to just wait and see what he decided. Steve was really enjoying the bumps he and Lisa were sharing. Each time they bumped into one another, he got another chance to smell her very light perfume. It was about to drive him nuts, but he was desperately trying to remain polite. What he wanted was to get her in that barn, out of sight from the house and road, and just rip her clothes off. However, courtesy called for keeping his hands to himself. Did she just grab my chest on purpose? Those soft hands seemed to grab and then slide oh so slowly off his chest. Maybe he really was nuts. The door could be fixed for overnight by just lifting it back onto the track and sliding it away from the end where it fell off. No big deal if you had three hands and a little strength. He caught Lisa's eyes roaming all over him as he held the door up and had her give it a push. As if the chest grope wasn't enough to send him over the edge, catching her in the act of checking him out was just about the last straw. When the re-aligned door slid easily away, her hand planted itself squarely on his ass, Steve's resolve was done. "Look Lisa, if you are trying to tease me silly, you could just come out and say what's on your mind. I don't mind coming over to help a lady out, but you are killing me here. I'm trying to be a good neighbor and a gentleman. This keeps up and my ornery side just might return the favor." he said while Lisa's hand was still firmly planted on his ass. The evil grin on Lisa's face was enough to tell Steve the ass grope really was no accident. Almost before he knew what was going on, her other hand was there as well. And she pushed hard. Steve had to spin in the air to land seated on the straw covered barn floor. He looked up at Lisa, still standing there with that evil grin, and watched her flip a switch to turn on the scattered lights inside as she pulled the door closed behind her. "Ok, tough guy, let's see if your ornery side can handle this fragile little lady." Steve chuckled, "Fragile? Lisa, I think you can handle whatever life throws you. Even if that is just asking for help." "True. So what do you think I need help with next?" "Those shoes look really uncomfortable. Let me fix that for you." Steve gets up on his knees and reaches for Lisa's foot. She's wearing muck boots that are actually pretty clean considering the ranch work. Slipping it off as well as the sock underneath, he brushes a hand over the smooth skin of her foot. He's surprised to see the bright red pedicured toes - it's not something most women around here have done. After repeating the process on the second foot, he says "and I think those jeans are a smidge too tight. Can I help you loosen them?" "Absolutely." Lisa's intrigued by Steve's version of 'help'. She can tell he'd rather just throw her into the hay and rip off just enough clothing to allow him to do wicked, dirty things to her. Watching him control the desire that's clearly growing within him arouses her. And it kind of surprises her. Taking her jean waistband in hand, he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. Her periwinkle blue panties peek out tempting Steve but he doesn't move any faster. He slips each hand into the jeans and pushes them down her hips and legs. Lisa helps by stepping out of the pants. The panties are a feast for Steve's eyes - the silky fabric stretched taut over her body. As Steve gets up off his knees and onto his feet, he grabs a dirt clump off the ground. Standing in front of Lisa, he takes the dirt and rubs it into her shirt on her shoulder. "Oops, it looks like you need some help with that shirt. It's all dirty." Steve can't help but flash a silly grin. Lisa likes this game he wants to play. "Yeah, this dirty thing needs to be put in the wash immediately." She grabs the hem of the shirt and flips it up and over her head revealing yet another surprise for Steve. This woman hides a lot of sweet treasures. She's wearing a black lace bra that cups her full breasts oh so perfectly but yet it doesn't cover too much. Her supple mounds both covered and exposed incite his imagination. "Like what you see?" She's being facetious because from the bulge in his jeans, she knows he likes what he sees. "You're not playing fair. And I don't let people take advantage of me. Take that shirt off. Now!" Wow, more surprises. This woman knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go for it. But he's going to make her work for it. "Sorry Lisa, I hurt my arm so I can't flip my tee over my head like you just did. Care to help?" Lisa did not hesitate. She grabbed Steve's shirt and practically tore it off his body. Tossing it randomly over her shoulder while saying,"Ok, now let's see about those boots and pants." As she spoke, Kelly was untying Steve's boots, pulling them free, and they landed somewhere in the vicinity of his shirt. They were very quickly followed by Steve's jeans. Once the playing field was leveled, she wrapped herself in His arms and began to kiss him square on the mouth. Steve loved this. Hard as a rock and standing at attention, his dick was just begging to jump out of the boxers he still wore. Lisa was a talented kisser and her tongue was chasing and pinning his every chance it got. Her hands traveled with a mind of their own across his broad shoulders and down across his chest. Steve's hands too were seeking what they wanted. Pulling her full breasts free from the skimpy bra before unhooking it. Steve finally pushed Lisa back from their kiss and caught a nipple in his lips. Giving it a long hard suck before doing the same to the other. He held her firmly on his lap and teased back and forth from left to right. Lisa's eyes had gone closed, and her head fell back as Steve worked her breasts with passion. She didn't even notice until it was too late that he had stood up holding her and placed her on her back. As he set her down, he pushed the open bra off her shoulders and let his hands come down to the silky panties she still wore. She raised her hips without question and let him slide the periwinkle blue shimmering pair off her smooth legs. As Steve's lips and tongue played with each nipple, the arousal she was feeling was becoming more and more evident throughout her entire body. She longed for more - for him to kiss her from her neck over her breasts again, down her belly to the sweet wet spot between her legs. He must have read her mind because she discovered he had laid her down and was now removing her panties. Oh sweet god, this man does know how to please a woman. Now completely naked and completely at his mercy, she savored each touch, each kiss, each lick. Steve returns to her mouth, eager for more of the shared passion. This time their tongues dance and caress. Lisa wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling at his back to draw him as close as physically possible. Steve breaks the kiss on her mouth so he can taste her neck. It's so sweet and yet a little salty. They are both working up a sweat with this passion and he can't get enough of this woman. Returning to her breasts, he draws each nipple back to a hard nub that he flicks with his tongue. Lisa's fingers are playing with his hair, caressing his scalp. When he flicks a hard nipple followed by a teasing nibble, she grabs a handful of hair to let him know she felt that. Moving further down, he kisses his way across her belly, her fingers still in his hair. Although his body has been positioned between her legs, he opens them further. Running a finger lightly over her slit, she moans the pleasure he is drawing from her body. Drawing the finger back up, he does so with a little more pressure this time but slowly even stopping at points and then continuing. Lisa has closed her eyes so she can focus on the torturous pleasure he's administering to her body. The look on her face tells Steve that she loves every minute of this game. And the fact that her own hands have found her nipples and play with them tells him that he's got a woman who is very comfortable with sex. Lisa breaks the silence and asks "Is that what your plan is? To tease me to the point of torture? To make me beg for you push me over the edge?" The tongue and the fingers work Lisa up to climax. Her body shakes, she screams filthy dirty words, her hips buck, she contracts around the digits within her. Knowing her body has more, she reaches for Steve begging "Pleeeease, I need you in me. Fuck me now." Ever the gentleman, Steve obliges willingly and climbs onto Lisa. She reaches between them and guides his hard throbbing shaft to the hot wet cavity recently vacated by his thumb and finger. Lisa clamps her legs around his torso, forcing his dick deeper within her. "Yes, pump me. Make me cum again. You feel so damn good!!" "You need this fucking don't you," Steve breathes into Lisa's ear as he buries his dick in her. He can feel her legs wrap around him, pulling his body into her. He moans as her body opens more to allow his invasion. His cock slides effortlessly on the soaking walls of her body. Pushing himself as deep as he can and feeling her legs squeezing him, then releasing so he can slide out. He pulls almost out of her, only to slam back in. Lisa is yelling, moaning, screaming at him,"Fuck me! Yes! Oh God you ARE gonna make me cum again!" She can feel another orgasm building furiously within and threatening to spill out of her at any moment. Steve's constant strokes feel as if he could do this all evening to her. He seems to be a machine made to fill her body with lust. In, out. In, out. Each thrust in is met by her hips rising when her legs pull his body to hers. When he pushes all the way in, her swollen clit gets another bump, sending another shock wave throughout her body. Steve's own orgasm is right there. Lisa doesn't realize how much work he is going through to keep from spilling his load in her long before her second arrives. With her legs wrapped around him pulling him in and her nails digging into his back, Steve is afraid each stroke will be the one that puts him over the edge. But he too is loving this. A beautiful, horny woman who knows how to fuck. Something that hasn't come his way in a very long time. He still isn't sure this is real- her body feels entirely too good to be true. Sitting right on the edge of explosion, he feels her tense again. She has arrived and none too quick for him. Whispering in her ear as he feels her body tense, "Cum now Lisa - I need you to cum now." Speaking those words, it's as if he handed her the key her body needed to release because on the next thrust inside her, she explodes. Her hips rise in rapid movements to meet his as he pounds his hot load into her. His own release is both powerful and sublime. Each stroke brings another wave of his orgasm and another shot of his load goes deep inside Lisa. Lying in the straw on the barn floor, bodies spent, needs met, Steve slips alongside Lisa, his chest against hers. His fingers find her silky soft brunette hair and toy with a strand that has fallen across her face. They lie there holding one another for a long time. No words are needed, their bodies having spoken all there is to say. Finally Steve kisses Lisa again and says, "I hope we didn't frighten the rabbits over there in the cage." Lisa smiles and rolls her eyes, "Is that all you're worried about? My rabbits?" Laughing they get dressed and leave the barn together. Hand in hand they walk toward the house. "How about a quick shower and then you can buy me supper for all the hard work I've been doing for you, Lisa?" "I have a better idea. How about a long, hot, slow shower until we run out of hot water and then I make you a home cooked supper. I will even let you do the dishes afterward if you talk real nice." Steve's smile broadened and he explained why it may be a while before they could be all done with supper and "dessert" before he could get to those dishes. But that is another story. Tractor "Are you insane? Do you seriously expect me to bend over and let you pull down my pants? Besides, you just did it. You can't want to do it again." "If I can't perform again then you should drop your pants so you can laugh at me when I fail. Alternatively, if I can, it's only fair that you let me because you're the one who got me worked up." I wasn't waiting around hoping for my words to persuade her. My hand was lightly pressing on her back, steering her into position. She was still protesting and explaining why this wasn't a good idea when I was sliding her pants and panties down, exposing that lovely bottom of hers, still with a nice warm glow. "Oh, come on, you can't be serious. You don't really - Oh my god, you can't do that!" The last comment was the result of my driving into her. Lustily, I think is the description of my entry. I'd acted on the supposition that she would still be wet and ready from earlier and took her with no attempt at moderation. As soon as my cock was touching her flesh it went driving fully in. Seeing that, apart from having her bottom bared, she was still fully dressed, I didn't bother with any extras like going for her breasts. A hand on each hip to steady her and I was going for it, driving in repeatedly in a rough and ready manner, while she squealed and squawked and carried on at this flagrant violation of her person. For all her protests her hips were going with the action. She was bouncing to meet me, practically throwing herself backwards to ensure I speared her completely with each thrust. It only took a minute or so and her protests had dies away. I'm not saying she didn't still have reservations and wouldn't have minded making some more protests, but she just didn't have the breath for it. She was gasping and sobbing, pleading for more, and I was giving her more. I was giving her everything I had and thoroughly enjoying my work. Seeing as it was seconds and I was taking her down and dirty I wasn't really surprised to find that I wasn't lasting as long as our first session. Pressure built up in me and I let loose, climaxing nicely, if not as copiously as earlier. I can't say the same for her. Her second climax, from my point of view, seemed to just explode through her, blowing her away. She screamed and shuddered and just slumped over the car, barely holding herself in place. I fastened my trousers and regarded her, slumped on the car and bottom gleaming in the light. I couldn't help myself. I stepped a little closer and placed a hand firmly in the middle of her back, holding her nicely in place. My other hand came around with a nice long swing, delivering a good swat to her bottom. "What the fuck?" she screamed. "Language," I chided, delivering a second spank. "I'm just applying a little reinforcement to the message I gave you earlier. You will try to control your temper while driving, won't you?" I managed to deliver several firm spanks, reigniting that glow on her bottom and waking her up from the daze she'd been in. At least, waking her up from her daze had been my intention (besides having a little friendly fun), but I guess life has surprises for us all. Apart from that first startled shriek her subsequent protests sounded more like excited moans than real protests. Accidentally delivering the final spank to her pussy rather than her bottom (genuine accident this time) I was quite shocked to have her scream and climax yet again. Damn. That gave her three to my one and a half. After that I managed to keep my hands to myself while she got herself together and tidied her clothes. She tossed me an unreadable look and headed for her car without speaking, although she seemed to have a very smug way of walking. I strolled along next to her. "Turn right at the end and the next right is the road you were supposed to be on," I informed her cheerfully. "You might want to remember that in future. You can meet some pretty rough types along this back road at times. No knowing what sort of trouble you could get into." Did I mention that our equipment compound was at a dead-end? This wasn't quite correct. If you had a 4WD there were a couple of paddocks you could get into and on the far side of the paddocks was a fair bit of rough country, good for off-road driving and a bit of hunting. I'd barely mentioned rough types using the road when I spotted a 4WD coming down the road towards us. Fast. "Better wait until this guy gets here," I advised her. "Not much passing room you might recall." It didn't take him long. A big black 4WD came charging into the compound and headed across to the paddocks, one man driving, three standing in the back, waving guns and beer bottles. Good old boys preparing for a night's spot-lighting. They gave me a wave, her a chorus of appreciative cries, and then they were gone, bouncing off into the rough country, leaving me to close the gate behind them, blast them. "Like I said," I murmured. "Some rough types out this way. Lucky you met up with a gentleman." I was leaning on the car when I said that. Would you believe she just drove off from under me? I nearly fell flat on my face. Her manners definitely needed improving.