The Good Farmer
written by:
Adriana

It was a cold winter night, I was at a New Years Eve party and I was driving home alone from this party that I wasn‘t having much fun at. I went there with my boyfriend and I left early. I was alone because I got into a big fight with my boyfriend. I caught him in one of the bedrooms making out with some brainless bubble-headed bleached blonde.

He tried to ‘explain' how it wasn't what it looked like, and how ‘dumb' was that!? After stealing the keys for his car, I told him that he could get a ride back to town with his new girlfriend and I ran out of the door, crying.

The heater in his car barely kept me from shivering in my rather flimsy outfit. I shouldn't have listened to Paul when he wanted me to wear it in the first place. A lot good it did me trying my best to look sexy for him. I left the party so fast that I didn't even think about grabbing my coat.

"What else could possibly go wrong tonight?" I blurted out as I watched the snow coming down hard in the glare of the headlights. I shouldn't have asked myself that question because a few seconds later I heard a pop and the car got very squirrelly. After pulling off to the side of the deserted country road, I got out of the car to discover that the left front tire was flat as a pancake. To make matters worse, when I went to the trunk for the spare, it too was flat. I used a number of words to describe my feelings about Paul at that moment, and they weren't very nice words.

Now what was I supposed to do, stuck out in the middle of nowhere? Well, first I got back into the car because the cold winter air was freezing me to the core. Then I tried my cell phone. Naturally, out in no-man's-land, I wasn't getting a signal. I was not only feeling angry as hell, but now I was getting a little bit frightened over the thought of freezing to death on the side of the road. I wasn't even sure anymore if I was on the right road as I stared out into the darkness.

I stepped outside the car again. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw the glitter of a light in the distance beyond the blinding snow fall. I didn't know what the source of the light was. It didn't look like that of a car. It could have been just a street light, but I had to find out.

I grabbed my purse and started walking, keeping my eyes on the light the entire time. I shivered like a leaf in the wind, walking in my heeled boots, short black silk skirt and tightly fitted black top, cursing Paul with every step I took.

As I neared closer, I discovered that the light was coming from the window of a house. I stopped cursing and gave a little thankful prayer up to God for keeping me alive and finding a safe haven. After what seemed like an age of time, I finally trampled up to the door and rapped my knuckles hard against it. I heard barking followed by a loud cursing.

"Who the fuck could that be at this time of night, Casper?" a deep heavy voice boomed from somewhere inside. The door was thrown open and standing there in the light was a very tall man with unruly brown hair, and what I thought were probably blue eyes, it was difficult to tell in the light, and he had a large black dog beside him.

"Yes..., what do you want?" came the abrupt enquiry from the man standing in the doorway looking at me.

"I'm sorry to be knocking at this time of night, but my car had a flat and I can't get a signal on my damn cell phone. I wondered if I can use your phone to call a tow truck," I answered hurriedly.

Sighing heavily, he said, "You better come in. I'm afraid my phone isn't working, the snow brought down the wires, and you certainly won't get a signal for your phone here. Nobody does."

Waving his arms in the air to indicate what he meant, he retreated back into the house, motioning me to follow. I gladly stepped into the heat of the house, as by now I was frozen, my teeth chattering like castanets.

"Christ, where are my manners? You look like you must be frozen to the bone, go and stand by the fire, and I will make us a hot pot of coffee," he said looking on with concern as he led me into the living room. A massive log fire burned hotly in a large stone fireplace. I gratefully stood with my back up against the heat and looked around the room, while my host clamored around in the kitchen.

"Here you are," he said coming back into the living room with a steaming mug of coffee. "Just what the doctor ordered."

Slapping his hand to his forehead, he then said, "Lord what am I thinking? Sorry me, being dumb again. My name is Jay McAllister, but those round here call me Mack. Can I ask why are you out on a night like this anyway? You're not from around here are you?"

"Uh--Hi Mack," I mumbled, feeling a bit unsure of myself. "Sorry, I missed my manners too. My name is Adriana. Friends call me Adri for short. Just as I was about to tell him why I was out there on the road all alone on this crazy snowy night, I yelped in surprise as very cold wet nose went up under my skirt and pressed into my crotch. Looking down as I jumped aside I saw the black dog, with his tongue hanging out and a comical like expression on his face.

I was embarrassed about where the dog went, but at the same time I couldn't help busting out laughing, and looking up I saw that Mack's shoulders were shaking in an effort to keep from busting out into perils of laughter too.

We were laughing so hard that we fell against each other, and we continued to laugh until our sides hurt. "Gosh, your dog has a cold nose," I giggled when I was able to speak again. I realized then that he had his arms around me, and I wasn't sure why he was holding me, but it felt good being held by him. My nose was pressed against his shirt and I could smell his masculine scent on it. I took a second breath because I liked the way he smelled.

He continued to hold me, maybe for a moment too long because when I looked up into his eyes, I willed him to kiss me. He read my expression well and lowered his head, and gently brushed my lips with his. I moaned with soft acceptance and slowly raised my arms and slid them around the back of his neck, letting my fingers caress the thick hair at the back of his head. I wanted more of his lips and pressed my lips hard to his. It was indeed crazy to be kissing a stranger that I had just met, but at the same time it felt wonderfully wild.

His hands spread out across my back and I felt the gentle pressure as he pressed me to him, holding me closer. I wasn't sure where this was leading, it was crazy with thoughts spinning around in my head that seemed to make no sense at all, but as his lips pressed harder, I opened my lips to let his tongue probe and explore my mouth. The kiss became more urgent and insistent as his broad yet sensitive hands explored and caressed my back. One of his hands came around my side to rest lightly on my breast.

I should have politely eased his hand away from my breast, but I liked the way it made me feel at that moment and pressed myself a little harder against his hold. Encouraged by my willingness to let him touch me, he squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of my nipple protruding beneath the flimsy material. His fingers brushing with slow circles around the area of my areola caused me to moan and lean even further into his magical hand.

Pulling back slightly, but keeping me within his arms, Mack studied my slightly flushed face as I gazed up. "Do you want me Adri?" He asked in such a serious voice, I almost laughed out loud. Oh, if only he knew how often I wanted to hear that, and how few times lately my boyfriend had said that to me..

I snuggled deeper into his arms, and gazing at the fire, I thought long and hard over what he asked. Here was a gentle handsome stranger offering me his body, his love. I thought about the words in an old song, ‘If you can't be with the one you love, love the one your with.' I think that was what convinced me to give him a coy nod of willingness.

Mack breathed deeply and gently dropped another kiss on my lips, before loosing me from his arms. Turning, he placed the guard against the fire, and taking my hand led me from the living room, down the hallway to the stairs leading up to somewhere. We walked in silence, not daring to break the magic that seemed to linger between us.

He pushed open a door, which led into a large oak paneled bedroom where a massive four-poster bed dominated the room. He led me into the room and closing the door silently behind him, he came up to stand behind me and encircled my body with his arms, planting a tender kiss on the nape of my neck. His lips on the back of my neck sent a sensuous flow of shivers down my spine.

I was feeling hot and turned on. Who wouldn't be; being in the bedroom with a man that I had just met 30 or so minutes ago, feeling the need for someone to hold me, feeling even a greater need for sex, thinking that this would be a good way of getting even with my unfaithful boyfriend. Yes, I was hot and turned on and I didn't want to be a good girl giving it up just to my boyfriend anymore.

His hand once again searched out the fullness of my breast, squeezing this time with urgency, stopping only long enough to rip open my top, stripping it off me, then pulling down my bra strap before bending his head to suck on my already hardened nipples.

He made my nipples wet and horny, taking turns with them. After letting one pop from his lips, his head would be dipping again for the other, taking it fully within his warm wet lips and nibbling gently, stoking my passion as he did. I threw my head back and arched my back, my breasts burned hot and luscious as I eagerly offered them to him. I could feel his hands as he searched for the clip to my skirt, fumbling before loosing it, then pushing the garment from me, all this while still nuzzling my breasts.

After losing my skirt, Mack's attention was drawn downwards. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties. Going without panties was my idea of turning my boyfriend on sometime during the night. I knew it was a stretch of the imagination, but I was running out of ideas trying to reheat our relationship. Even though my decision didn't turn out for the man I intended it for, I was glad to see that the man I was with was enjoying it.

Mack ran his hand lightly over my smoothly shaven mound, and I parted my legs as if answering an unspoken command. His fingers probed gently in seeking the entrance between my folds that were already damp from my excitement. His finger dipped slightly into me, then he briefly used it against my clit before removing his hand, then lifting me swiftly into his strong arms he laid me on the bed.

Removing his clothes, Mack swiftly joined me on the bed, then stopped and just looked, drinking in the sight of my body from the red hair on my head down to the toes of my feet. He took a deep breath before he said, "My God, Adriana, you are such a beautiful woman."

I was looking him over as well. He had a strong body of a man who works hard in his fields, a man of the earth, he was such a natural man. Lowering his head, he again brushed his lips against mine. Then lifting up to speak, he said, "I want to do this right, but I don't know if I can hold on, you excite me so."

"Go slowly, you'll be okay," I softly assured him.

Very lightly, he traced a finger along my chin, then down my neck, following his route with his eyes to my breasts where he used the palm of his hand to cup one, gently squeezing the flesh, kneading it with his fingers, letting my sensitive nipple harden against his palm. His hands were delightful, his touch was stimulating.

He brushed the tip of my left nipple with his moist lips, making me quiver with desire, arching my chest, offering my womanliness to him, wanting him to take more. Lifting his head, Mack smiled gently before dipping again and doing the same with my other breast, making me squirm and wiggle with longing. Raising once again but keeping his hands moving over my twin peaks, Mack moved back up and took my lips with his, teasing my lips with his teeth, exploring my mouth with his tongue, clashing with my tongue as the kiss intensified.

My hands started to wander over his chest feeling the thick mat of hair, finding his nipples and tweaking them gently, smiling as I heard the little intake of surprise. Massaging over his well-toned stomach, lower to the thick mound of pubic hair and rigid cock. I lightly touched his cock and felt it jump in response to my fingers.

"No, I want to do everything," Mack whispered to me. Pushing my hand away he continued by saying, "Relax Adriana, don't try so hard."

"Okay," I whispered, smiling lovingly to him. I settled back and closed my eyes, content to let him take charge. His hot breath blew against the center of my torso as he moved slowly downward, tracing lightly along my belly with his hands as though he were mapping me with his fingers. His fingers traveled down the center of my belly, dipping into my belly button, then moving lower on his teasingly slow journey. He had me quivering with hot desire, wanting him to touch me, feel me, enter me.

"Is there anything that you really don't like, Adriana?" he asked softly while continuing to caress me lightly.

I opened an eye and looked at him, not sure for a moment what he meant. Clearing my mind I thought about it and it became clear that he was talking about oral sex. "No, there is nothing, but I will tell you if there is."

He looked at me, then smiled before continuing his southerly direction. Inching closer Mack gently placed a hand on the top of my mound, resting it there while looking up at me, almost as though he was waiting for my permission to enter. In answer I opened my legs slightly inviting him to explore.

He crept closer with his finger tips, feeling his way through my folds, and eased them apart, tenderly flicking a finger across the sensitive bud of my clit, causing me to gasp and open my legs wider. Mack pressed gently onto my sensitive bud and began to move his finger tip in slow deliberate circles. I shook with growing desire, the slow tempo of his caresses driving me wild inside, but although I squirmed and shook, Mack continued at the same pace, teasing with those soft slow circles, my clit becoming swollen and even more sensitive, the juices building, making my pussy better for the taking.

Moving around, still maintaining his hold on my clit, he settled himself between my legs while widening them gently with his free hand. He wasn't settling between my legs just for eating my pussy. He wanted to enjoy the vision of it; the welcoming pink moistness of parted lips revealing the dip of opening. Watching his eyes exploring me this way made me feel delicious all over. Then when his dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my engorged clit, he sent shock waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

I groaned and wriggled, as he licked with deliberate slowness, drawing his tongue across the node, tasting fully my soft red petal. His fingers that had so far been massaging moved lower finding my wet hole and gently penetrated. I was sure that Mack took notice of how hot and wet my pussy was, and how my walls clenched around his fingers probing deeper into me. I bucked to get his fingers in deeper, but he teased me and backed out.

"Please Mack, don't, I need............... " My voiced trailed as I pleaded with my eyes. He smiled knowingly, enjoying the command he had over my quivering body as he continued in his gentle subtle caressing. He penetrated my love box again, going inch by inch, deeper. He then took my bud into his mouth and slowly sucked, his tongue pressing against the node in his mouth while his fingers probed further into my pussy. My orgasms came, I could feel myself cum again and again, but still he continued in and out, again and again, his fingers fucking my pussy with such gentleness driving me to the edge and back again.

"Oh God Mack .......... Please take me," I screamed as my world was turning inside out. My pussy flowed over his fingers as he pumped back and forward, while lapping it up with his tongue. He was obvious a man who loved the taste of pussy.

After getting his fill, he took his lips and his fingers from my pussy and slid up my body, caressing my flesh and fondling my breasts as he neared my face. I groaned loudly while wrapping my legs around his torso like I didn't want him to get away. I felt his rampant cock rub against the inside of my thigh, so close to my pussy, and I itched for him to take me. "Please Mack," I begged.

Knowing that this was the time, that I couldn't lay still any longer under his careful prepping, he widened my legs and with deliberate slowness he eased his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I could feel the slide of his massive cock into my tightness, feeling it stretch the inside of my tunnel as it he became one with me. He pushed into me until he had no more to give. He laid on top of me, fully inside of me and he didn't move. "Mmm, I love the feel of your pussy wrapped around my cock," he whispered as I clenched my myself around his thick shaft. I shook again as the flames of my desire grew hotter.

Then slowly he withdrew from me, almost coming out before moving gently back into me, then backing out again, back and forth, rubbing his body over the top of me as he took me, each time a little quicker, a little harder. He gave me a hard push every time when reaching his end before backing out. Each push jerked my head against the pillow and made me go "ahh".

The tempo increased as the passion overtook his gentle nature. His cock burned inside of me as he began pounding in and out. I wrapped my legs higher and tighter around him and matched his pace, loving the feeling of him moving deep inside of me. "Yes.. oh God yes," I yelled as I came yet again, and I felt the wetness on the bed as I soaked his balls with my juices.

Mack threw his head back as he thrust harder, nearing his climax, ramming as hard as he could, flesh smacking flesh, until finally with one massive thrust he was there, shooting his hot load deep inside, pumping me as each wave took him. His animal growls mixed with my cat-like groans of pleasure.

Breathing heavily he collapsed on top of me. His body still shook from his pleasures as my pussy clasped and unclasped against his spent member. He groaned again as the final feelings faded. Moving slightly he slipped from me, and nestled into my side. We lay there for sometime, letting the wonderful feelings subside, no talk needed to cover the silence. Each of us deep in thought.

Sighing heavily Mack leaned over and planted a tender kiss on my shoulder, then got up saying as he did, "My wife died a little over two years ago. I promised myself back then that I would never have another woman..., that was until you walked into my house tonight."

I wasn't sure if he was happy about it or regretted it when he spoke those words to me.

Mack..., I want to thank you," I said slowly.

"What on earth for?" He asked quizzically.

"For giving me the best sex I have had in a very long time."

He turned to leave, but on hearing my words turned back and sighing again he said, "Hey, it was wonderful, and you're a beautiful lady."

With that he left his bedroom, slowly closing the door and leaving me to dress on my own. I knew in my heart that when I finally leave, there would be no going back. This man was still in love with his deceased wife and missed her greatly. This didn't fill me with sadness because I had the memory of a loving moment to take with me. With that thought still in my mind, I dressed and went into the living room to join him, and perhaps convince him that the night wasn‘t over yet.