Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... standards."

"Comfort first is my standard." As if to emphasize this point, Daisy removed her top and wrung it like a towel to drain the sweat. Her bare skin was pale and surprisingly smooth despite a lifetime spent in the great outdoors.

Lady averted her eyes and Daisy just laughed and laughed, her voice sweet and innocent like a child's. Lyle, the only male she had ever known, used to look away too.

Just then as her thoughts were on men (those mysterious creatures!) the evergreen leaves shook and stirred in a way that was not natural. Out from the treeline came something that was not the wind, though the sight of it alone chilled Lady to the bones.

Stranger!

Not just any stranger, a strange man!

He was tall and thin but even from this distance they could see that he was strong, strong like their Pa had been, perhaps, but also totally alien in every regard. He wore weird clothes and walked herky-jerky like a puppet with half its strings cut and just trying to make do. One arm was wrapped around his stomach like he was feeling for something or another.

"Hello!" said he, and the two girls stared prey-like into the treeline and did not move or reply.

"Hello!" he said again, this time louder. His very voice was strange! He did not speak in falsetto as with the boy Lyle, nor was his voice somewhat deep like their broad-hipped mother. His was pure baritone, rich in depth and oddly pleasurable to the ear. When he said 'Hello' it was like he was saying, 'My ...

... dears, how I've longed to see you again.'

Daisy's exposed nipples hardened in the cool spring air though she knew not why.

He paused, then shuffled closer.

"Now you stay right there! You hear me?" Lady blustered. She had a lot of fight in her, like a small dog backed into a corner. But its hard to take such threats seriously when they come from a five-foot-five princess.

"Why should I? I have every right to be here," the man countered, voice patient as when dealing with social workers or brats.

"You most certainly do not," Lady drew herself up to her full height. "This here is Pedigree property. Ped-ih-greeh. And you sir are NOT a member of the family. So that makes you a trespasser!"

The man cocked his head and smiled.

"And what happens to trespassers, exactly?"

Lady stammered and bit her tongue.

"Nothing, I suppose. But your argument is moot, little lady. Didn't Agatha speak to you? I'm no trespasser, I'm a house guest!"

Now that elicited some confusion, I can tell you. The man waited patiently while clutching his chest as Lady and Daisy talked it over, though it would be more accurate to say that Lady thought out loud while Daisy said "uh-huh" several times in a row.

In the end they came to an agreement: Lady would run to the farmhouse and speak with Agatha (her dear Ma) to confirm the man's claim, while Daisy Pedigree would watch the stranger and make sure he stayed put.

Lady was quite happy with this arrangement, since the man frightened ...