1. Maggie's Farm


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    the ceiling in the pantry I noticed various strands of herbs drying. I also saw a big blue kettle and canning jars next to it and, on the shelves, several rows of tomatoes and pickles in jars. I walked into the living room and saw a big stone fireplace with a wood stove in front of it. A long green couch with worn cushions, several other soft chairs and an old rocking chair were facing the fireplace. I noticed a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and went over to browse. It was quite an impressive library with many classics. I looked at a few of the books and could see that they had been read. Certain pages were dog-eared and a few had notes written in the margins. Then I noticed a smaller room, glanced in and saw a small desk with an old typewriter and was surprised she didn’t have a laptop. I noticed what looked like a manuscript of easily three hundred pages. There was an old coffee can filled with pens, pencils and a pair of scissors and I wondered if Maggie was a writer. A few minutes later, I heard her coming down the stairs and met her in the kitchen. She was wearing a clean pair of faded jeans, sandals, and a white low-cut blouse covered by a large green flannel shirt, unbuttoned and falling well below her hips. Her auburn hair was still wet and not as soft and fluffy as before, but I liked how unselfconscious she seemed. “ It’ll be getting chilly soon and this is my favorite shirt—even if it is a little large.” Then she picked up the bottle of wine. “This is apple wine my ...
    dad made. You’re going to love it. She poured it into two juice glasses. “Sorry, I broke the last wine glass about a month ago.” “ To life, love and lust,” she said, clicking my glass. “ I’ll drink to that.” Then I added, “To adventure!” She chuckled and we sipped our wine, standing in the middle of her kitchen, until she said, “Okay, Thom. It’s time to make a salad.” She opened the refrigerator and brought out a head of lettuce, a cucumber, and a green pepper, grabbed a red onion from a basket near the pantry and a large tomato from a basket on the counter. She handed me a knife. “How about you slicing the onion?” And she picked up the tomato and started slicing it. “ You like to take charge, don’t you?” I was impressed by how quickly she organized the salad-making and for some reason, she seemed different than the seductive woman I had met earlier. “ Not really. I just like getting things done and know what I want and also what I don’t want.” She laughed. “I like working together with someone and being on the same page. That’s why our little communal experiment didn’t work and why my marriage went south. We weren’t on the same page and I would get upset when people wouldn’t do what needed to get done. It was frustrating as hell.” “ You seem like a determined person,” I said, while slicing the onion. “ Kind of, I guess, but you have to be determined when you have a farm and it’s up to you to grow food and get by. There aren’t any shortcuts and that old farm adage, ‘You reap ...
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