Maggie's Farm - Sex Stories

Maggie's Farm

... thinking about the world I had entered and wondered if I should stay or continue on my way. We didn’t speak. I picked up my bag of fruit and we looked at each other. Though she was wearing the tight cutoffs and her orange shirt and her long auburn hair was disheveled, she looked different, something had changed. Her eyes looked into mine and I sensed sadness and longing. I stood there feeling awkward and not knowing what to say, when suddenly, she reached for my hand. “Stay for dinner,” she said, softly. “Come on. You haven’t anything better to do, do you?” “ Well, not really and that sounds like a good idea, since it’s late and I sure worked up an appetite and could use something more than an apple and a juicy peach.” “ Cool, I’ve got a chicken ready to put in the oven and I got the fixings for a salad. I have some nice delicious wine and it’s going to be getting dark in another hour, so I think you’d be smart to stay for dinner.” “ Want me to help you with the farm stand—help put things away?” “ Nah, I’ll just leave it ‘till tomorrow. No one will be coming by. No one’s going to steal anything.” I followed Maggie up to the house, glancing around at the farm, noticing the apple orchard on one side and a little further up a hill, a few peach trees, then out behind the house, a large field with corn and sunflowers. Everywhere I looked there were colorful flower beds. I noticed another area with raised beds overflowing with various vegetables—tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, ...

... cabbages, carrots and several beds of potatoes. Everything was familiar to me because of my years of gardening and being a frustrated farmer, and I admired how lush and productive her little farm was. In the distance, I could see rolling hills covered with the orange and red leaves of autumn. It seemed that I had entered paradise. It was so beautiful and I suddenly realized as I walked behind her, noticing how she looked in those tight cut-offs with her hips swaying slightly, that she was a lot more than a sexy woman, and I wondered if I had stumbled into something I did not expect when I’d suddenly taken off earlier in the day. When we entered the house, she led me into the kitchen and turned to me. “I’m going to put the chicken in the oven, then take a quick shower and I’m not inviting you to join me.” She laughed. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.” “ That’s fine. I’ll just poke around and make myself comfortable and don’t worry about right or wrong impressions. I’m not a judgmental person.” She came over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. “You’re a sweet man. I’ll be down in a few minutes and we can get to know each other in a little different way than in the barn.” After she dashed away, I looked around the kitchen, noticing a bowl of apples, pears and peaches on the round oak table and next to it, a vase with cosmos, zinnias and a few flowers I didn’t recognize. A loaf of crusty bread that I assumed she had baked sat out on the counter and hanging from ...