Maggie's Farm - Sex Stories

Maggie's Farm

... was happening to me. “ I think I’d like to stay. I’ve never met anyone like you and I’ve always wanted to be a farmer. I would love nothing more than to be here with you.” “ That would make me so happy,” she said, and kissed me. “ I’d have to go back to my cabin, close things up, get my things and I could come back tonight or tomorrow. That is, if I can find my way back. I have no idea where I am.” “ Well, I have an old map and you can find out and figure out a route. I know you just took off and didn’t know where you were going.” “ Well, it looks like I ended up in a pretty magical place,” I said, looking around the kitchen, then into her eyes, feeling a huge smile on my face. She opened up the big road map book of Maine, turned a few pages and pointed to the spot on the map. “Here we are just outside of Birch Run.” I looked down at the map and turned the page to see if I could find another section that showed where I lived and when I did, I traced the roads, looking at the route numbers and saw that I was not as far away as I had originally thought and became certain I could find my way back. I was anxious to leave so that if all went well, I could do what I had to and come back as soon as possible. “ I’ve got a lot to do back at my cabin, but I don’t need that much and I can be back tomorrow morning , I bet.” “ See, the tarot cards were right. You are definitely the Fool and that’s good.” “ I guess,” I said, still thinking about her definition of the Fool, but then ...

... wondered if I was being foolish to suddenly pick up my life and move to this farm in the middle of nowhere to be with someone I had just met. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” “ You’re pretty amazing, too,” she said and put her arms around me. We kissed, our lips opening, our tongues moving faster. We kissed and just as we started getting aroused, I stopped. “I think I better get on the road. If we keep kissing, I’m not sure when I’d leave.” “ Well, okay, you might be right.” She laughed, but stole a quick kiss. Leaving the dishes soaking, she walked me out to my car parked in front of the farm stand. I glanced over at her old green truck, then at the sign Maggie’s Farm and looked up at the white house glowing in the morning sunlight where I would soon be living and again we hugged. “ See you tomorrow, my love,” I said, then drove back down the narrow road, over the old covered wooden bridge, and remembered how it had suddenly caught my eye, then backed up and took that road over the bridge. I remembered the dazzling sunlight blinding me and how I almost lost control of the car before I saw the farm stand and then Maggie looking sexy and seductive. After about twenty minutes, I stopped at Hinkley’s General Store and asked the old gray-haired guy at the counter if he knew the best way to find Route 195. I knew that was a more direct way to my cabin than the winding, haphazard way I ended up at Maggie’s. He told me how I should go. I thanked him and bought a pack of mints. I ...