Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

Almost without realizing it, she wandered out of the house and found herself in the yard. The brightness of the sun seared her eyes and made her feel a trifle dizzy, but she became accustomed to it after a few moments and began to feel better. She was wearing a light cotton knit dress which she knew was too short for her, really, falling as it did to just the top of her thighs. The light material stretched tightly across her full, unconfined breasts, and she knew that the horizontal stripe pattern added to the general provocativeness of the dress.

She found, to her mingled dismay and surprise, that she was almost desperately looking for Sam, her eyes darting back and forth among the scattered outbuildings, trying to catch a glimpse of his burly figure. He was no where in sight, and feeling a pang of disappointment, Sandra began to head back for the house. What do I care if I see him or not? I'm not interested in a mere farm worker, she told herself, walking slowly in the direction of the house.

Then she heard his voice, calling the dog, coming from the direction of the barn where the recently calved cows were housed. Her heart began to pound in her ribcage, and she had to stop herself from running over to the shed. What's come over me? she asked herself, acting like a lovesick teenager!

She stood in the doorway, and peered around in the dim interior.

"Morning, Mrs. Peters!" Sam's gruff voice rang out, and the dog suddenly rushed up to her, sniffing excitedly at her ankles, his big shaggy tail wagging furiously.

"Down, King," Sam ordered, and the friendly collie crept away unhappily, and lay down by Sam's feet.

"Hello, Sam," Sandra replied, her voice stiff and unnatural. Her hands felt clammy, and she was sure there were beads of perspiration on her face. I shouldn't have come here! She fought to control a wave of fear which was swelling inside her, the man's quietness, the still, dusky interior of the barn, frightening her unreasonably.

"That's some dress you're wearing, Ma'am," Sam praised, and Sandra found herself flushing.

"T-thank you, Sam," she floundered, not knowing what to say.

"Well, what can I do for you this morning?" Sam drawled, an arrogant note in his voice. Sandra could only see the glowing tip of his cigarette – the rest of him was lost in the murkiness of the barn. It irritated her that he could see her clearly, silhouetted against the doorway, and exasperated, she stepped inside.

She almost stumbled, her feet unaccustomed to the deceptive softness of the straw, and she had to put a hand out on the rough wall to steady herself.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked, and Sandra froze when she realized that his voice was closer, much closer. Her eyes were dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and she just couldn't see a thing!

"W-where are you?" she asked in a small voice, fear suddenly taking hold of her again.

"Aaaggghhhhhhh…!!!" Sandra screamed as she felt strong hard arms around her, clasping her tightly, and then tobacco-scented breath hot on her face.

"Stop it! Let me go!" she hissed, struggling desperately to escape as her courage to go through with her plan faded in her mind.

Then his mouth was on hers, his lips bruising against hers in a sweltering unrelenting kiss, his tongue, wet and hard pressing against her teeth, forcing entry, coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. Sandra was fighting for breath as just as suddenly as she had begun, she ceased to struggle under the farm worker's illicit embrace. All fight went from her body, and as her fear diminished, she realized that she was beginning to enjoy being grasped roughly in her husband's employee's arms, to enjoy his hard grinding kiss on her tender lips. His tongue swirled around in her velvety mouth, and he was crushing her breasts against his chest, and Sandra could feel the hem of her tight dress riding up on her hips. She gasped as she felt Sam's knee pry apart her thighs, and then moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub unremittingly against the burning zone of her vagina. His crude caress awoke the sparks that had kindled in her sensitive pussy earlier that morning and she found herself grinding her throbbingly warm flesh against the hardness of his knee. It seemed to her as if the kiss lasted an eternity, and then, abruptly, he threw her down on a bed of straw, and Sandra fell clumsily, her legs sprawling uncontrollably.

Sam smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the spreadeagled woman. He caught an enticing gleam of white panties up between her legs as she fell, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through him. His eyes were riveted on the expanse of smooth milky thigh which be could see clearly, accustomed as he was to the dim light, and his prick gave an excited spasm. His mouth was on fire from the passion of their kiss, and it was all he could do to restrain himself from pouncing on her and taking her right then and there. But he had other plans for his boss' hot pants little wife. He knew right away what was on her mind when he had seen her standing in the doorway, barely covered in that scrap of a dress, her face painted like some street slut. She wants cock, that's what she wants, even if she's fightin' it, and ol' Sam is only too ready to oblige the boss' wife!

Sandra lay panting on the ground, her dress still askew, hardly daring to move. She felt helpless. His kiss had overwhelmed her, and although she wanted to get up and run from this dreadful place, she just couldn't. She quivered as she felt his hands on her again, feeling, squeezing, caressing, running down the length of her flattened body, sending coarse shivers of pleasure rippling through her awakening flesh. She sucked in her breath as she felt the roughness of his palm on her naked thigh, felt it slither up the smooth creamy skin, realized that his fingers were tugging at the soft flimsy material of her panties. Her head was spinning, the brandy she had gulped down taking a loosening carefree effect on her. She found her hips arching, to help him ease off the thin nylon panties, and in a daze, she felt them sliding down over her hips and thighs to her ankles, where they were discarded in a useless little heap on the hay.

"Mmmmmmmm…" she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the softness of her palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against the growing moistness of her velvet soft folds. She felt his hot breath as he peered down at her, and then he plunged his middle finger into the wet, viscous hole of her trembling cunt, and she jackknifed against him, her legs shooting out on either side, to allow his invading fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting furnace of her tight hot pussy. His fingers grovelled around in the slippery channel of her cunt, drubbed the hardened knob of her blood-filled clitoris, searched and probed among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile young vagina. Her entire body felt aflame, and she was lost in lust, oblivious of the fact of how lewdly she was sprawled on the straw, how obscenely she spread her legs to allow the workman to allow. It was what she wanted, the feel of male hands on her body, to feel the rising beat in every pore of her flesh which signalled the coming of the climax for which her love-starved body craved. She didn't really care whose hands were manipulating her crotch, whose fingers were whirling around inside her buttery-soft cuntal sheath. She didn't care what happened! All she wanted was the joyous ecstasy of release, and oh God, she was going to get it!

Sam smirked down at the twitching, writhing body spread out below him. God, the high and mighty little bitch is really getting hot, she's really ready for it now! Let's see what she thinks of the surprise Uncle Sammy has for her…

He withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and he heard her gasp with disappointment.