Roll in the Hay (Patreon)

It was his second day moving onto the property, and then she appeared.

He hadn't a clue where she may have come from, looking like that. Her body was voluptuous, maybe even a little obscene, yet she seemed shy, casting her face downward as she approached him, arms coyly behind her back. In the depths of Autumn, she brought a scent of spring. Who on earth was she?

"Please come with me," she said, or he think she said. As she looked up at him, her eyes sweet and expression playful, he could think of no reason why he shouldn't. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She took him by the hand and led him down the hill, towards a barn. The barn was run down, a fixer upper that lowered the cost of the land.

"Please come with me," she repeated. He obeyed, looking less where they were going and more at her body. The bottom of her dress was on the non-existent side of short, her full, round buttocks exposed. She had no hint of underwear on. He began to suspect her intentions, feeling himself getting hard as he walked.

The air around her smelled so sweet, and time seemed to slow down. His home he had just bought felt a thousand miles away, and that felt fine. He thought about all he might do to her. How badly he wanted to take her in the field. But her grip on his wrist was tight and insistent, and toward the barn entrance they walked. Soon. Finally.

"Please come with me," she said once more, and then looked back at him, signaling discretion with her finger to her lips. She maintained the same expression as always. Her ample breasts had popped free of her dress, nipples large and engorged. He drooled.

As she pulled him into the barn, all thoughts ceased.