Maggie's Farm - Sex Stories

Maggie's Farm

... tight cutoffs. She sat down and spread her legs wide apart, revealing her crotch. She smiled up at me and bit her lower lip again. “I bet you’d like to eat something other than the peach.” She stretched out her long legs and leaned back in the chair. I stood in front of the farm stand, not believing what she’d just said. I looked at her crotch and felt myself getting even harder. I looked up and down the road, then back at Maggie sitting there with her legs spread apart, teasing me, inviting me. I don't believe this is happening. I took a deep breath, gathering my nerve, put my bag down on the table and walked around the edge of the table to where she was sitting. Standing between her open legs, I looked down at her. She glanced at the bulge in my jeans, and then at my eyes and smiled. As she leaned back, her nipples were practically poking through her tight shirt. Her large breasts looked so luscious. I was just about to get down on my knees between her legs when she asked, “Would you like to see the barn?” “ The barn,” I repeated, looking down at her crotch, my hard erection straining my jeans. I wanted to get down on my knees and devour her. I’d never been so aroused. “The barn,” I repeated and swallowed. “Oh, sure, I’d like to see your barn.” “ Great, come on, follow me.” Her body grazed mine as she walked past me. Damn, she’s a tease. She was in front of me as we walked to the barn, her round ass and hips swaying from side to side. Man, do I want to fuck her. I was ...

... surprised to hear those words in my brain and felt like I was a different person. Maggie was bringing something out in me—something wild that I didn’t know existed. I don’t believe this is happening to me, I thought, as we entered the barn. “ Nice barn,” I said, looking around at the stalls, the straw, a few hens pecking in the dirt, a saddle resting on a hay bale and out in the pasture, the horse grazing and the cow lying under a big oak tree. “ Yes, I love this barn and this farm,” she said, looking around the barn and a softer expression flickered on her face, one of appreciation, and I glimpsed another side of her, someone serious and passionate, not just sexy and alluring. She looked back at me, her smile returning, her seductive eyes looking into mine. “Follow me,” she said, motioning with a slight cock of her head and bit her lower lip. We went to the rear of the barn and climbed a ladder to the loft where several bales of hay were stacked in a corner. It was dark up there except for some sunlight peeking through cracks in the roof. “ Let’s get stoned,” she said and took a joint out of her jeans pocket. I hadn’t smoked pot for years, but said, “Why not? I’m on an adventure.” “ Right,” Maggie said, lighting the joint. “And so am I.” She sat down on a hay bale, then patted the place next to her, inviting me sit. I was intrigued by her comment and wondered what she meant. She took a hit and passed it to me. I coughed as soon as I inhaled. “ Take your time,” she said and ...