1. Maggie's Farm


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

    impossible. What a beautiful, sexy woman, I thought, looking at her body, her smile and entrancing eyes, before glancing at the variety of fruit and vegetables on the table. “Nice apples,” I said, glancing at her breasts again, then back at the apples. “ Thanks, I just picked them this morning.” “ How much are they?” I tried not to look at the cleavage revealed by her low-cut shirt. She’s really built , I thought looking back at the apples. “Twenty-five cents each.” She moved the basket of apples closer to me. “ I’ll take two of them,” I said and thought how inexpensive they were compared to where I shopped, then looked around and saw the red barn about fifty yards in back of her and over to the left, not far from the edge of the road, a white farmhouse with a wraparound front porch. A green pickup truck was parked next to a tree and then I noticed a small sign, “Maggie’s Farm,” and couldn’t help but think of the words from the Bob Dylan song about not working on Maggie’s farm no more then asked, “Is this your farm?” “ Kind of. Actually, it’s my ex-husband’s and mine. We’re squabbling over it right now.” “ I see.” I looked around again, admiring how beautiful and serene it was. She picked up a paper bag and put the apples in it. I took my wallet out and handed her the dollar, then looked at the horse in the pasture behind the barn and further up the hill, a cow lying under an oak tree. “Nice place,” I said as I took the bag, still trying to keep my eyes off of her body and ...
    was surprised at how unselfconscious she appeared, and how she smiled when she handed me the apples. “ Do you live here alone?” I asked, still curious why a farm stand would be on this isolated road. “ Yes, but I get some help with the farm from Dad and some neighbors. He’s got a farm down the road, but mostly I keep up with everything and make do between the farm stand and my waitress job in town.” “ You must work hard.” Just then, she turned around and bent down to pick up a paper bag she had dropped and I couldn't help but notice how her round ass strained her tight cutoffs. When she put the paper bag back on the table her breasts were practically spilling out of her tight, low-cut orange shirt. When she stood up, she caught me looking. She smiled, but didn’t say anything. I was getting aroused and felt my erection growing. It had been awhile since I had been with a woman. There was an awkward silence as we both looked at each other. “Would you like anything else?” She smiled slightly and gazed into my eyes. I wasn’t certain, but the way she looked at me and smiled made me think she was flirting with me—something that never happens. She kept her eyes gazing into mine and smiled. It was impossible to look at her and not notice the nipples pushing against her snug top, but I quickly looked down at the table, embarrassed to be caught gawking. “ What would you recommend?” I asked, concentrating on the various small baskets of tomatoes, peppers, green and yellow zucchini, pears ...
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