1. In The Heat of The Day


    Date: 3/19/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: jaycox, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    My God it was hot. Darla looked at the thermometer on the back porch of the farm house. 110 degrees. The Nebraska summer heat was relentless. Seth, the hired hand, he of the rock hard body, a man who sweat for his living, was stacking fence posts out by the corral. As she gazed across the shimmering heat of the back yard toward him she spread her legs wider, trying to cool her privates. Sweat ran down her thighs. Her mom and dad had gone to Iowa for the weekend to visit friends and she and Seth were left behind to tend the stock. He had the dairy herd and Darla fed the chickens, pigs and horses.She gathered the chickens into the coop each evening to deprive the coyotes of late night snacks. Darla wore her old thin house dress, no bra and no panties. The fabric was nearly transparent and with the sweat of her body the brown of her nipples and the dark spot of her pussy were visible. If she was alone she would have been nude in the oppressive heat. It was stifling, not a breath of air. She sat on the rocker in the shade of the porch roof and sipped cider from the storm cellar where the perishable victuals were kept. It had to be 65 degrees cooler in there. She envied the bacon and hams hanging there, not in their deadness, but at least they were cool. She unconsciously fanned between her legs with an old fan her mother had brought home from the funeral of a friend in Grand Island a few years ago. They had no air conditioning or electric fans. Electricity had only come that ...
    summer when the REA finally moved west of Fairbury. 1947 was not a year of great labor saving home improvements. With electricity all that was to come. Darla had no brothers or sisters. She was the sole heir to the farm. It had been in the family since 1874. Her sweat was in the place as was that of her parents and now, Seth's. She wanted the farm, she loved the farm. The miracle of new growth every year, the bursting of green crops to life filled her senses with the fecundity of the soil. It was part of Darla, but more than that,it was her reason for being. Each year she also realized that it was the place where she longed to produce the fruits of her own body, fertilized by a strong man to guarantee the continuation of ownership through the years. At age 23 she felt the need growing in her. She would finish college next Spring and would come back here to farm with her parents. May God bring her a man,please Oh God. She prayed every night. Seth was finished with the fence posts and had just come up for air after dousing his head and shoulders under the pump. He strode onto the porch. His wet chest glistened in the light, each exposed muscle in sharp relief under the strong sun. "Miss Darla, it's..." said Seth. She interrupted, "Seth, call me Darla, this isn't the Old South! You make me feel like a spinster." she laughed. He smiled and shyly said, "...ah...,Darla, it's time." She hated to get up and leave the cooler porch but she knew the garden needed watering. She pumped as he ...
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