“I hope this will suffice, Mr. Appleton,” Raybeth Carson said, as she stood by the door and pointed inside. “I would appreciate it if you would hang up your gun,” she pointed at a peg on the wall, “we haven’t need one around here in 30 years.
“It’s good,” he nodded as he unbuckled his gun belt, looking at the snug little room. It was a room in the corner of the barn. Newspaper had been rolled up and stuffed in the cracks to make it weather-tight. A bunk, stove, and a washbasin-ladened table filled the little room. Nothing more.
“You can fix it up if you like,” she said. “It used to be a tack room. Be careful of the stove, my late husband put it in himself. He was a good man, but the good Lord knows, he was not a handy one.”
“When did he pass away?”
“A month and a year ago,” she said in a quiet voice. “I can even tell you the number of days, if you’d like.”
“No ma’am, I’m sorry.”
“I’m getting used to it. You can take your meals in the house. I serve breakfast an hour after dawn, in the summer months. Put your lunch in a tin and take it with you. Supper will be directly after milking in the evening. Don’t worry about the time, the cows will be up right on schedule. You can set your clock by them.”
“Yes ma’am, I’m familiar with cows.”
“Good. Good, Mr. Appleton… do you have a first name?” she asked, turning to look at the horses, in the stalls at the far end of the barn. She started walking in their direction. He noticed how the fabric of her dress clung to her legs and ass, as she walked. She was a very beautiful and shapely woman. He licked his lips before he answered.
“Lee,” he said quickly. Lee Mason Appleton.”
“A good name. It might be best if you call me Mrs. Carson at first. Perhaps we can alter that arrangement when we know each other better. Ok?” she asked, turning and catching his downward glance. He turned dark red. She arched an eyebrow, then showed a little smile. Men were men, no matter what their position.
“What about the chickens?” he asked, trying to cover his embarrassment.
Raybeth gave him a contemplative glance, then turned and pointed into the stall. I normally gather the eggs myself, but it’s a good idea for you to learn, since I may be away from time to time. The large reddish-brown hen lays in the corner of this stall. Someday she might get stepped on, but she’s survived so far. Two hens lay over there in the manger, three in the coop, one by the well, and one,” she turned and started across the barn, “lays up here. I’d better show you where, or you will never find it.”
Raybeth began climbing the rough board ladder to the haymow. He looked up and was shocked to find himself looking beneath her dress. She favored the brief cotton panties that western women used while wearing pants. With the bright sunlight coming in from the open doors, he had an excellent view of her shapely ass and the rounded mound of her pussy. He was awestruck. He had never been so excited in his life. Suddenly he had a problem. His cock was as hard as a rock, poking against the material of his jeans. He couldn’t let her see him like that. He averted his eyes and tried to think of anything else, but any thought in his head, came with a picture of those panties, glowing yellow in the bright morning sunlight.
“Are you coming, Lee?”
He was startled into action. He began climbing, hoping that she would not see his hard cock. Thankfully she turned away just as he reached the top. The smell of hay was pleasant in the mow. The morning sun slanted in across the floor, from an open doorway in the north.
“There,” she pointed to a thick beam running along the wall. “Lord knows how she keeps the eggs on that ledge, but she does. Perhaps you could nail a large board there to assist her.”
“I could,” he nodded quickly.
Raybeth went to the open door at the end of the hay loft. She held onto the edge of the door, looking out across her farm.
“I would like to make this a working ranch again someday, but for now I will keep this operation small. My farm is large enough for my needs, at the moment.”
Lee didn’t hear a word she was saying. He was only aware that as she was standing in the middle of the lighted doorway. The sun made her light summer dress transparent. He had an unobstructed view of her ample breasts, and a perfect outline of her shapely legs and thighs. He could almost see the material of her panties. Lee felt faint. His mouth turned dry and his cock throbbed in his pants. She started to turn around, and he turned as well, rushing over to the beam where the chicken laid her eggs. He ran his hand over the beam, while watching her from the corner of his eye.
“I have to go inside,” she said, pausing at the top of the ladder. “If you need anything else, let me know. I want you to start on the corral today. Fix it, then paint it. It hasn’t been painted in three or four years now.”
He nodded, then turned and watched her descend the ladder. With a gasp he fell to the hay-strew floor. His hands were shaking. He was sweating. He pressed his face to the wall and watched her walk to the house, through the cracks in the boards.
“My God,” he whispered, awestruck. He had never seen so much female flesh in his entire life. If he didn’t need the money so bad, he would have worked for free, just to be near that beautiful woman.
Lee’s balls ached. He knew they would hurt until he gave them some relief. He slid his pants down and took his cock into his hand. Watching the sway of her retreating ass in the morning sunlight, he began pumping his hand up and down on his rigid cock. Lubricant filled his hand after a few strokes. He moaned as his hand slid over the end of his cock. It felt wonderful.
Raybeth opened her front door and went inside. He closed his eyes and pictured that fabulous ass as it looked above his head. Did she know what she was doing? How could she not? Did she depend on his gentlemanly conduct to look away as she ascended. All these thoughts ran through his mind as he pumped away. His cock was beginning to tingle. After only moments he felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Breathing rapidly, he flailed away at his cock until his orgasm exploded. He rolled over on his side and shot his thick cum against the unpainted board wall. It stuck and began dripping down. Her jerked and vibrated with his cock in his hand, until his orgasm finished. He was reaching for a handful of hay to wipe the end of his cock, when he heard footsteps in the hay behind him. His hair stood on end. He spun around. A huge brown hen squawked in fear and flew away, disappearing down inside the barn.
He lay against the wall, gasping for breath. When his heartbeat stilled he dressed and went down to get his tools.
This was his first experience with voyeurism.
Raybeth carefully sprinkled sugar into the bowl of bright red strawberries. Children in the area picked berries to finance their dreams of world conquest, or perhaps a handful of candy. Raybeth took full advantage of the first wild strawberries of the season. Wild strawberries made the most wonderful shortcake on earth. She picked out a large berry, lightly sprinkled with sugar, and popped it into her mouth. She began mashing the berries with a potato masher as she chewed. The sound of a hammer, and it’s echoes, drew her eyes to the open window. Lee Appleton was working the center section of the bright white fence. Each corral had to have two sections to keep the mares and stallions separated. That way she could breed them to her best stock, at her convenience. As long as she kept an eye on who was mounting who, she could breed them in time for a winter foal. Winter was the best time for a foal, it could be weaned in time for the spring grass.
A warm summer breeze blew in through the window, blowing up the light lace curtains. It was June, she would have to tie down the bottoms of the curtains to keep the flies out. She closed her eyes and opened the top of her dress with one hand, to take full advantage of the breeze. It felt good on her sweating breasts. She ran her hand over their softness and shivered in excitement.
It was hard to think of life being good, after losing a husband. But on a warm summer day such as today, how could she morn? Life was beautiful, even though it did have some ugly aspects to it. The loss of her husband seemed insurmountable. Only the need of the livestock had kept her going. Otherwise she would have locked herself in her house and never come out.
While mashing with one hand, she fondled her breast with the other. Her eyes went to Lee, working shirtless in the bright sunlight. How would it feel, being touched by another man? Would visions of her dead husband cause her horrible guilt?
Raybeth touched her hardened nipple. An invisible fire streaked from her nipple, down between her legs. She gasped and withdrew her hand. It had been too long since her last sex. She couldn’t afford to play like that. Her entire body was on fire.
Raybeth concentrated on mashing the berries. She soon found herself trying to massacre them. She stopped and dropped the masher into the sink. She worked the handle of the pump until the sink filled with water. Taking up a large yellow bar of soap, she began washing dishes.