Doing Things With Skin

Her skin was already glistening as she stepped out onto the porch early in the morning. The humidity was high and she was prepared for a miserable day. Sometimes, life on the farm wasn’t what she wanted. She knew the land was precious, and she was passionate about it to the core. Yet, she wanted more. On this day, she was feeling unusually frustrated with it all. Maybe the heat was just getting the best of her. It has a way of doing that from time to time. She used her bandana to tie her long hair back, and went to work.

She made her way through the muck to the barn. The horses were restless today, probably feeling irritable due to the heat as well. That barn seems stifling when the air is so moist and she always feels bad for the animals. She hurried along her way so that she could let them out to run. Today was her day to clean the stalls, so the horses were going to be freed much earlier than usual. Lucky horses, she muttered to herself.


She is a beautiful woman, lithe and tan with a sinewy frame, her movements reminiscent of a wild cat on some level. Her daily work consisted of farmin’, work boots and jeans, and dirt. Some days she dreamed of having one of those fancy corporate jobs in the city. The ones where she could fix up her hair, put color on her face other than the sun kissed bronze she sported year ’round, and maybe high heels. She probably wouldn’t know how to walk in them though. She pictured herself as the boss, giving orders and directing an office through firm words and gentle gestures. Couldn’t be much different than breakin’ a bronc, she mused.


Lost in thought as she pushed and shoved the soiled hay until the stalls were clean. It was time to lay down fresh hay. She was singing to herself, her mantra as it were, and she never even saw him coming. Him. The mere thought of him gave her knots in her stomach. She despised that man. Gruff, angry and pompous to the core. Yet, she couldn’t deny that he was good looking, but that is all there was to him. There was no heart, nor intelligence beneath those muscles and tanned flesh. There was not a single selfless thought resting behind his ocean blue eyes. He was despicable. He was also her daddy’s best friend’s son, and she had already been warned about being disrespectful when he was visiting. “Mind your manners, young lady” her father always scolded. She was a grown woman, for god’s sake, and she should be able to express her likes or dislikes in any fashion she so chose.


He startled her as he entered the barn. Wearing freshly pressed Wranglers and a bleach clean wife beater, his golden skin glistened in the sun. He was, what the locals called, a weekend cowboy. His boots never thick with shit as hers were right now. Dirt never rested on his skin for longer than a mere second or two before it was quickly wiped away. She couldn’t help but wonder what in the hell he wanted in her barn. He was well aware that their father’s were out hunting together this weekend and her manners would not have to be minded just now. He just better watch himself. She was in no mood today.


“Whatcha doing” he called out as he entered her realm.


“Building a snow man” she called over her shoulder condescendingly. What did he think she was doing?


He approached her slow and sure of himself. So full of confidence that it made her stomach turn. She had to admit, silently to herself of course, that he was a fine looking piece of meat. She watched his muscles contract and relax as he moved through the barn, careful not to step in any dung. His thighs were strong and defined as the muscles strained against the denim with each step he took closer to her. She quickly looked away as his eyes caught her gaze. She could swear a cocky smile began to spread across his lips. Asshole, she muttered under her breath.


She turned away from him, facing the rear of the building now. Not that she had much to do in that particular spot. She was just about finished with this chore as it was. No, her turning away from him had more to do with hiding. Hiding her physical attraction to him, hiding her own wry grin at the thought of his physical presence, knowing he was checking her out right now, too. She new that she was a looker, as her father called it. She bent over, to scoop up a rake that she really didn’t need, just to give him a show. “Look what you can’t have” she thought to herself.


Just then he grabbed her around the waist and her pulled her close to him.





“What the hell do you think you are doing!” she hollered as she slapped him hard across his baby smooth cheek. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. He was holding her tight against his body, his arousal quite obvious through that clean-as-a-whistle denim he was wearing. The more she struggled, the tighter he held onto her, but, she couldn’t bring herself to succumb to his strength and let him think he’d won.


“You know you want me just as much as I want you. I don’t want to marry you, woman, I simply want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since you were 16 years old. I see you watchin’ me. I know you want to feel me inside of you.”


She slapped him again, harder this time, and stared at him right in his eyes. Defiant. Strong. Determined to show him how much she didn’t want him. She was failing miserably and she knew it. She was hoping he didn’t know it, though.


He must have felt her trembling beneath his grasp. He must have sensed the change in her breathing, her lack of fight and you can’t pretend he couldn’t see the longing in her eyes. As much as she hated him, she wanted him. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man in a very long time. Not since…..well, since she was hurt so badly. She doesn’t think about that anymore. Hell, she hadn’t thought of a man in years. And now, suddenly, she couldn’t stop. Oh yes, she wanted him. She was mortified that she could desire a creep such as him, but here it was, and now, it was in her face. Undeniable sexual attraction. Animalistic in it’s very nature. Just then, he kissed her.


Pulling her into his chest hard, he kissed her with power and heat. He was hungry and she returned the kiss with the same amount of urgency that he displayed. Their arms began grasping at buttons and zippers. Tank tops came flying off and hit the floor as his mouth scoured hers. His tongue probing so deeply. She sucked on his tongue as it entered in and out of her mouth, promising of things to come. Guttural groans escaped from each of them, barely passing through tightly pressed lips. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck. Her flesh being pinched alternately between his teeth and his lips as he pressed forth, on a mission to taste every inch of her. Her head flopped back, her hair dangling, somehow untied from the bandana that held it back out of her face, brushing lightly against her lower back. His hands were everywhere. Her hands fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, finally releasing him from his captivity.


He was hot and pulsating, want and desire insatiable at this point. She couldn’t believe what she was doing! This is a man that she has hated for most of her life. A man who has done nothing but anger her, put her down and taunt her with his chauvinistic views. He’s treated her like shit and picked on her, sending her into fits of anger like nobody else could. And here, in her father’s barn, against her father’s rusted out 1957 Chevy pick up, he was going to fuck her like an animal. Carnal knowledge would be hers.


She knew it was wrong, but at this particular point in time, she didn’t really care. By then, her shorts were on the barn floor, her ass planted firmly on the hood of the truck and he was entering her. Hard, fast and hot and she didn’t want him to stop. Not really.


She wrapped her legs around his thin waste and laid back on the hood of that old truck. She could hear the horses whinny in the fields behind them, someone was heading up the dirt road to the farm house - she could make out the faint sounds of an engine in the distance. Her head was spinning as he pumped her. Deeper and harder he thrust. His hands grabbed for her breasts as they bounced each time his hips rammed forward. Free from their tank top, they were beautiful and white as the sunlight that shone through the cracks in the roof lit up her body like a spot light. God she was beautiful. Perfect in every way except that mouth of hers. One day he will fix that. He would shove his cock so far down her throat she wouldn’t be able to talk back to him. Someday. For now, he concentrated on cumming in her, feeling his own excitement reaching dizzying heights. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he could not control his need to pound the shit out of her. She was enjoying it, so what was the harm?


Her moans had gone from almost soundless deep inside of her to near screams of pleasure. Her delight was all over her face as it contorted into different masks of ecstasy. The sweat trickled from his brow, landing on her flat stomach and mixing with the beads of sweat that were already there. All at once he couldn’t control it any longer. He exploded within her, hard and with a powerful vengeance. His whole body shook as he released, throbbing and pulsating inside of her. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waste as she came with him. Her nails dug into the flesh of his forearms, drawing blood as she arched her back, allowing him to push even further inside of her. Spent, he pulled out just as they heard the sound of voices calling her name. The voices were drawing near.


Without words, he pulled his clothes back on and handed her clothes to her. Still half laying, now half falling off of the old truck, she sat up and took her things. She dressed in silence. The only sound was the sounds of their collective breathing as they tried to catch their breath.


“There y’all are! Look at that, the two of you, working together as a team! Whodathunk the day would come that y’all would be able to be in the same room t’gether without killin’ each other. Your pa would be proud, little girl.”


Her grandmother always seem to have impeccable timing.


If she only knew…….