Mandy's Milk - Sex Stories

Mandy's Milk

... She was wearing a comfortable pair of 3-inch cowboy boots that came up to her knees. A pair of tiny Daisy Duke denim shorts and a half-T-shirt that showed off her tight firm stomach. She knew she had time to catch her flight, check into the hotel, change into something fancier, and then catch the afternoon convention. She went down to the milking barn and entered the control booth. She spent a few minutes diagnosing the cell as the occasional cow cycled through the door. She guessed that there was a broken proximity switch, but couldn’t be sure since she kept getting crossed readings. Knowing she didn’t have a full understanding of the problem, she had to do a more ‘hands-on’ investigation. The Saturday crew wouldn’t be arriving until eight, so she had at least two hours before anyone would be entering the barns. Since her cab would be there within the hour, there was little time to waste. Running back to the main house, getting changed, putting on coveralls, fixing the cell and getting changed again would take too long. She stripped down nude and jumped over the fence wall. She had less then thirty minutes to crawl into the milking station find the problem, crawl back out, then shower up and get redressed before the cab arrived. She had waited for the last cow to go past her and then manually set the system so the next cow would be routed into the problem Station #1. As soon as she jumped the fence her bare feet landed in the mucky dirt and filth that led to the switching ...

... station. Her face cringed as the smelly goop oozed through her painted nails. She immediately thought back to her c***dhood days and walking around in her bare feet through the muddy driveway after a long rain. While standing their in the nude contemplating her situation she stopped for a second reconsidering her impulse decision to investigate the working end of the milking station. Before she had a chance to jump out and come back in the proper attire, another cow wandered in behind her and nudged her forward knocking her flat onto her naked toned belly. She promptly fell forward into the six inches of goop scrambling to her hands and feet crawling and sliding through the muck to avoid getting trampled by the cow behind her. Much to her dismay and satisfaction the door to Station 1 opened and closed behind her isolating her from anxious heifer behind her. She was now locked inside the dysfunctional station and could take in her situation. Her long brown hair was covered in manure and mud. Her face was black as tar and she used her hands to sc**** away the muck so she could see. Her ample C-Sized cups were covered in goop and clumps of brown and black chunks hung off her breasts and legs as she recovered from her fall. As she sat in the stall she immediately recognized the problem. The plug to the switch on the entry door had worked loose and was giving false readings if a cow was present or not. The rattling of the steel walls and the moving herd was enough to set the loose ...