At just 28 years old, I became a widow. My husband died of a rare disease, leaving me with nothing but a small, neglected farm. Two years of mourning passed until I and my farm blossomed into new life. A life full of passion and eroticism.
"Hello, are you Louise?" the strange rider asked from a distance as he rode toward my farm. I had to squint my eyes to see anything at all against the sun. Instead of answering his question, I asked who he was. He rode up to within a few feet of me and swung his wiry body elegantly off the beautiful bay horse.
The man smiled kindly and introduced himself to me by the name Nick. He took off his cowboy hat as politeness demanded. Now he stood before me. Tall, athletic, smiling with tousled blond hair. There was sandy dust on his face and clothes, as if he had been on an incredibly long ride.
"I'm passing through and looking for work. Not for money, just a place to sleep and something to eat. I was told in town that you might need some help out here. And you're a good cook, too, I'm told." His deep raspy voice caused something in me that I couldn't interpret. But there was no way I was going to send Nick away.
The townspeople were right, I could do with someone who could tackle. And I could cook like a star chef in a posh restaurant. Only a little more hearty and filling. I wiped a few strands of hair from my face and asked him to come to my house. There he could drink something and freshen up. Gratefully he accepted, just left his horse and followed me.
Unusual attraction
Before touching anything in the house, he insisted on freshening up. He was aware that he seemed more than a little dusted. For the moment, the sink in the kitchen was enough for him. The bathroom couldn't be used at all at the moment, either, since nothing was hooked up except the toilet. Nick stood with his back to me and took off his shirt. Countless muscles stood out on his back.
I couldn't take my eyes off him and followed his every move with curious eyes. He turned around so suddenly that I was downright startled. Nick couldn't help grinning and then asked for some iced tea.
Together we discussed my living situation. From second to second I felt more and more this unusual attraction. The air between us seemed to really crackle.
We agreed that he could stay and work for me. I could not give him any money, but I had a large field and a large garden. So I had enough crops to provide food. I also owned cattle for slaughter. Now that a man was on the farm, this would probably also be slaughtered. I myself couldn't bring myself to do it and fed the cattle through instead of eating them.
We took his horse to the barn and fed it. It was at least as hungry as Nick. At least Nick looked very hungry. However, he really didn't want to eat anything, he just wanted me. He had been alone for a long time and had ridden a lot in solitude. Now he wanted to be ridden! The box next to the horse was free and full of fresh straw.
Neither of us could have gotten a better offer. I wasn't wearing nice underwear, so I hastily removed my panties, lifted the skirt part of my dress, and almost immediately sat down on his already waiting, taut member. When I took my place, a pleasant moan escaped from him.
He had trouble restraining himself from coming immediately. I moved as slowly as possible, pausing now and then to let him enjoy. He should not cum immediately, but enjoy the warmth and moisture of my pussy.
Seduction in hot lingerie
Our next sexual encounter was to take place with far less fabric on my body. I wanted to feel him properly. Wanted Nick to touch me all over. He insisted on still sleeping in the barn even after several days. It was not proper to sleep with a widowed lady in the house. The fact that we slept together whenever the opportunity arose made no difference to him. He slept with his horse!
To lure him into the house one night after all, I put on my kimono top. A very short, black kimono. Finest silk, in front completely opaque. In the back, however, made of delicate lace. I pretended to give the horse a few more carrots. I bent extra low and showed myself to Nick from behind. Leaving the barn, I gave him my seductive look.
I disappeared back into the house and retreated to my bedroom, which I had already bathed in soft candlelight.
It took less than two minutes for Nick to enter my bedroom. His body seemed downright steely as he stood before me. I asked him to come to my bed and he followed my request.
He lay down next to me and began to explore my whole body with almost trembling fingers. He stroked, he paused, he pinched and explored every millimeter of me. "You are beautiful," he said, kissing my breasts. He spread delicate little kisses on my breasts let his tongue glide over my nipples, soon covering me with his whole body.
I felt Nick everywhere. His muscles, his penis and in addition this masculine scent that seemed to emanate from his horniness alone.
I enjoyed this moment, with the thought in my mind to put my body in my garter corsage of two-tone lace for him next time.
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