1. In The Heat of The Day


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

    filled the buckets and carried them to the plot, bringing the life-giving fluid to the beans, squash, turnips and potatoes and her mother's prize winning tomatoes. A day without water in this heat would kill everything. As she pumped the water she was totally conscious of Seth's eyes on her sweat drenched dress. Her conscious decision to wear it today now seemed a bit slutty to her, showing him too much, but he seemed to be enjoying as he kept stealing glances at her as she pumped. Darla looked up, straight at Seth for a moment as his eyes locked onto hers, those gray eyes that were so transparent, so mysterious. He seemed particularly fixed on the "V" between her legs. She knew her bush could be seen quite clearly through the thin material. His gray eyes seemed to have the power to peel the cloth away allowing the hot southwest breeze that had just sprung up to heat her skin further. She shook her head and shifted her gaze back to the pump. "Darla, look out toward Kansas." , said Seth. The sky was blackening rapidly, thunderheads were boiling up. The drought was going to be broken, the much needed moisture to insure the germinating of the winter wheat was coming. The distant thunder sounded pregnant with the prophecy of rain. "Seth, get the horses in the barn and secure it. I'll round up the chickens and the baby pigs. We don't have much time" As he turned, his well-muscled back shone with sweat and the mysterious scar just below his left clavicle caught her gaze. What had ...
    happened? He had been in Europe for three years. What evils had he seen? As she hurried away her mind locked on his image, what he looked like when he took a bath under the yard pump wearing his old swimming trunks in the evening. Hard, lithe body, wondering what his arms would feel like around her, his chest moving against her breasts, trying to imagine the extent of the bulge in his trunks that often grew when he knew she was watching him. The chickens were scattered, clucking nervously as they sensed the coming deluge. She finally got them rounded up and also shooed the baby pigs back into the pen where the sow herded them into the pig house. Dashing into the house she started closing windows and doors. Outside again she secured the wooden storm shutters over the windows facing southwest, the direction from which the fury would hurtle toward them.She prayed it would be a good, soaking thunderstorm after the wind had carried it upon them, not one of the dreaded prairie tornadoes that caused her an unsettled anxiety as they wove their path of death and destruction across the helpless prairie. Seth rounded the corner of the barn running toward the storm cellar as the first crash of lightning struck in the south pasture, singeing the old sycamore tree. She gathered up her skirt and ran to the shelter too, ducked down the steps and Seth clumped down after her, securing the heavy double doors. Darla exclaimed "Oh Jesus, it's freezing in here!" The 65 degree drop in temperature ...
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