Maggie's Farm - Sex Stories

Maggie's Farm

... words came. “ Yes, that’s me,” she nodded. “What’s your name?” she asked, not taking her eyes from mine. “ Thom. Thom with an ‘h’.” “ Oh, Thom with an ‘h’,” she repeated and extended her hand for a handshake. “Glad to meet you.” She smiled and her sparkling green eyes looked deep into mine. We shook hands. “Nice to meet you, too, Maggie,” I said, enjoying the way she held onto my hand for a moment before slowly letting go. I noticed a silver ring on her index finger and thought that was unusual. “ So you’re on an adventure,” Maggie said. “Where are you heading?” “ Good question. I’m not heading anywhere.” “ Cool, that’s really cool.” She smiled and nodded her approval. When she said cool, I wondered if she was a hippie. “ How long have you had this farm?” “ Been here ten years or so. My husband and I were ‘back-to-the-landers.’ A bunch of us got this farm, but I’m the only one left. The others couldn’t handle the work and isolation. My husband and I tried to keep it going, but we couldn’t agree on anything. We squabbled all the time. He drank a lot and we decided to go our separate ways.” “ That's too bad. So what's was the squabble about if you don't mind my asking?” “ He wants `to sell it so he can get on with his life, but I don’t want to sell and can’t buy him out. Luckily we don’t have kids.” “ Too bad, but it must be good having your dad nearby.” “ It is and that’s another reason I want to stay here. I love this place and being near my family. I grew up around here.” ...

... “ I didn’t mean to get personal with you.” “ That’s okay. It’s nice talking to you.” She smiled again. “You have a nice face. I like your eyes and it’s cool you took off like that with no destination. I like that about a man—someone who takes chances.” “ Well, thanks. It’s a little weird, but who knows what might happen.” “ Right, who knows what might happen,” she repeated, smiling and gazing into my eyes. “What would you like to happen, got any ideas?” I couldn’t tell if she was flirting with me, being seductive, or was genuinely interested in what I was saying. I had never been in a situation like this, so I decided to just go along for the ride and see where it led. “ You were right when you asked if I’d like to eat something wet and juicy.” I looked into her eyes, feeling bolder. “ I know. I usually can tell what a man wants,” she added, glancing down at the bulge in my pants before looking into my eyes with that playful smile on her lips. “ I haven’t had anything wet and juicy for a long time,” I added. “So thanks for the peach.” I couldn’t believe we were teasing each other with our looks and playful words, but here I was on this isolated farm, entering a fantasy, saying things to a sexy woman who seemed like she wanted something to happen, but I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was my imagination working overtime. I didn’t know, but I definitely wanted to find out. She smiled then turned and walked over to her chair, swaying her hips. Her round ass looked so good straining those ...