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.


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I see you there, softly illuminated by the golden dance of flickering candlelight; awaiting my arrival.

Your flesh glows before me, calling to me in soft whispers of eager yearning. I draw nearer and reach out to touch you. Your breath catches in your throat while in mid gasp. A slow smile curves around my lips. Early satisfaction comes in with the knowledge that my fingertips can do that to you. You succumb to your desires, soft moans escape your lips, as you beg for my mouth to meet your flesh.

I lower my head, eyes bowed to my target, and gently sample the feast you are offering to me. Your body shudders as I take your manhood all the way into my mouth. The gentle pressure I place upon your shaft with silken lips causes you to come close to release. I pull away swiftly. I am not ready for your release just yet. I want to tease you a while longer.

With grace and ease, I remove my clothes. You reach out to touch my newly exposed skin which reacts to the temperature change immediately. Your fingers find my hardened nipples and you begin to pinch and play while I am in your reach. Your member throbs and pulsates with want while you watch, wide eyed, as I position myself expertly between your thighs.

The skin surrounding your testis tightens beneath my tongue. Your scent is musky and delicious and I breathe you into my lungs deeply. Immediately my body creates oceans of moisture between my thighs. I grab onto you with my mouth hard, sucking with powerful urgency. My movements reflecting that of a starved woman, ravaging the meat before me with untamed desire. My hands caress and massage the flesh surrounding your shaft, switching back and forth from soft touches to commanding and strong. I knead you until you reach a frenzied state, taking you all in. I practically swallow you whole before you decide you’ve had enough. You force me onto my stomach, bare and ready to accept what you are about to give. I am begging now.

With your tongue, you draw a line from the nape of my neck, slowly down the length of my spine to my hips. It is there you almost seem confused with the fork in the road. Straight ahead and you will head up and over the round fullness of my bottom. Off to either side and you will roam over the swell of my hips, searching for the garden of eden that rests just below my soft belly. You chose to send your hands around the sides of my hips while your stiffness seeks out the moisture awaiting you between my legs. I gasp.

Wildly, you enter, as if you will not be able to satiate your need. Hard and fast, you thrust. Your hands roam the length of my body, coming to rest cupping my breasts as you hold on tight, pushing yourself further inside of my warm cavern. I accept all of you, crying out in primal fashion as you ride me hard. My orgasm is so powerful, it leaves my body shaking wildly. I beg for more.

Just as I feel that you are nearing explosion, you pull out.  Abruptly turning me over and pulling me closer to you all in one motion. You thrust yourself into my mouth once more. Your hands grasp the back of my head, pushing yourself as far into my mouth as possible. You shoot your juices swiftly into my throat, your sweet nectar effortlessly releasing into my mouth. I swallow every last drop as you slowly pull out and collapse on the ground next to me.

Exhausted, I lay beside you in a quivering, sweaty heap filled with satisfaction. My body tingles with delight while my eyes rest heavy in my head.

I realize the candles have burned all the way down, leaving a quiet stillness in the room. The moisture of our sweat hangs heavy around us and the only sound echoing in the stillness is the consistency of your breathing. Sleep finds me quickly.

I awake with the first light of dawn, still naked and reeling from the night before. Only, I realize with a start that I am alone. Did I dream the heaven of you? Is it possible, with the taste of you still lingering on my mouth, that you were never even there? Maybe you slipped out in the quiet of the night, leaving me my memories to ease my mind come morning light.

I silently pray that you will come back, and soon.