Lost Teacher Finds Rancher
If you can take a deep breath, let the words create the cloud for your escape, and with your exhale let the imaginary fun begin.
Fiction writers have always found a home on tv series, movies and in some instances romance novels. The average male pretended his purchase of the girly magazine was for the articles, fooling no one for the glossy images was his center of attention.
As a farmer raising beef cattle to make a few extra dollars but mainly to have the stress relief from the rat world of electronic design. Laughing to himself at the Cartwright family on Bonanza, John Wayne and his high and mighty holier than thou attitude, the boys in battle at the OK corral, and most recently Kevin Costner with the three-thousand-acre Yellowstone, these images having women drool, men curse, all from the imagination of a fiction writer.
Running a farm takes hard work and little time for play, the play or reward is when a few head go to auction and sell for the going price per pound, all that grass feeding making a small profit, or a neighbour needing to purchase some round bales to get his stock through the winter to the spring grazing. Covid the new virus strain has put a real damper on this life, careful to make sure the stock does not get sick, having to stay in and fire up the wood stove to compliment the propane forced air heating. Surprised is an understatement when someone knocked at my front door.
Standing before me in the wintry wind, snowflakes dancing down around her shoulders, an unbelievably cute young lady (younger than me), shivering as I invited her in. Introducing herself she was Kate the new teacher up from the big city of Toronto, going to be the online coordinator and instructor for the middle grade students in our community. Gesturing as if I was a cop putting up my hand to stop her from rushing out the memorized spiel, for my children had long ago graduated from university let alone middle school.
With our eyes actually locking for the first time with my hand in the air, a momentary lapse of judgement flashed by (would Susan be upset), my wife had passed away a couple years back and this was the first woman who crossed our threshold. Her hazel eyes with a tint of green seemed to sparkle, the long hair draping down just past her shoulders, and as the tips of her full lips began to curl into a smile, I blurted out would you like a warm or hot beverage.
Explaining that coffee, tea, or hot lemon would only take a minute to make, and this would give this vision of lust and longing a chance to anchor itself inside my will. Accepting I led her to the back of the house to the kitchen, lucky I had cleaned up and all the dishes washed and put away. Looking down my t-shirt was a local hockey team so nothing offensive, my belt buckle, a little large and the silver reflecting the light streaming through, but my faded blue jeans a bit tight with a tear or two on the thigh and opposite knee.
Taking her coat and hanging it on the horse, the revealing of a form fitted turtleneck sweater with the right outcropping of breast, a denim like trouser in a pale blue shade, and brown boots that were just below the knee. Hard to peg her age anywhere from the early thirties to the late forties crossed my thoughts.
As the kettle boiled and tea was the choice, I turned on the Keurig to make myself a coffee, she started in about how important it was for the children to continue their learning online when the schools were shut down. Handing her the tea in a mug our fingers touched and the spark was electric, hazard of an old house and not enough humidity or was it she kindled something dormant.
Bursting out laughing deep and long could not hold it back for her assumption that this old cote had school age children. Smiling at her asked her what farm or concession she was supposed to be checking up on. Red is a wonderful colour especially just after the Christmas season. and on her face blending down under the turtleneck it was beautiful. Together we discovered she was on the west side of the concession not the east where her appointment was to have been. With the snow ramping up, the roads in a drifting state I brought her over to the wall and showed her the rotary phone and left the room well she apologized to her missed appointment.
Never let an opportunity slip away, knowing I had some fresh fish from the stream in the fridge, some strip loin steaks in the freezer, potatoes in the cold room, this would not go to waste at least one thing I knew was everyone had to eat.
Kate agreed to stay and have dinner with me, as the choices made for food, the conversation turned to why she had moved up from the city, questions answered about my farm, and an easy flowing comfort was being formed as mother nature did the unthinkable of a snowstorm making it difficult for the teacher to travel the country roads.
The continuation of bonding
Like two adults with no regrets the conversation was an easy exploration of each other. Kate showed her teaching ability in the ease of words flowing not letting anything personal truly slip into the conversation, the educator concentrating in drawing out as much information about this cowboy type male she was alone with.
Richard so thankful to have an adult conversation with someone other than his two children and spouse. How covid had denied this and a slight nervousness being hidden behind the apron, moving from fridge, to counter, to stove as he peeled and diced the potatoes, stirred together a lemon sauce for the fish, and thawing the broccoli and cauliflower mix that came proudly from his garden.
Is it inevitable that when passing dishes back and forth the physical contact happens? Seems that Kate made sure that many times during dinner her fingers grazed Richard's hand, and he did his best to feel the soft female skin that was exposed outside the sleeves of the turtleneck.
With the wind picking up and the swirling snow forming uplifts under the full moon and star light night sky, Kate marvelled at the surreal beauty of the country life. Richard so used to these scenes after all this was something like his twenty third winter here, stopped for a moment to appreciate it in a new light.
As if a light bulb went off like a firecracker Richard had a brilliant idea, Kate being a city gal her entire life possibly had never rode on a sleigh upon fresh snow. Suggesting they go for a snowmobile ride to check on the cattle, to see how much drifting snow may be up against the barn doors, and if the food blocks for the deer and wildlife needed replenishment. Kate's eyes widened in fear or thrill he was not sure which but her concern that she was not dressed for the event was crushed when opening a hidden closet in the wall behind the oak slats, revealing snowsuits one piece, pants and vests, and an array of helmets. Gasping Kate knew she was in the presence of a well-prepared male who not only showed culinary skills her mouth still lingering from a delicious meal but having the brains to outthink her every move.
In agreement they both suited up pulling on the outer clothing to protect themselves from the element of mother nature. The sled was just outside the back kitchen door, snow boots were offered to Kate and Richard was treated to the sight of this teacher sitting down slowly, seductively lowering the zipper down the inside of both legs, thighs slightly spread a camel toe pushing against the material of the snow pants, and boring practical snow boots completing a wardrobe perfect of a moonlit night ride.
Few instructions were needed just safety thoughts Richard explained if turning left or right for Kate to lean the same way he did if she felt nervous feel free to wrap your arms and hands around his waist. Thinking to himself why not summer, at least on horseback would feel her female parts against himself.
When the skis caught the snow and the sled lurched forward Kate did not hesitate and grabbed Richard in a tight squeeze. The wind had died down or was blocked by the bush so with the bright moon it was a romantic like trip out to the barn, not much to worry about the way the snow was drifting not blocking the vents or the doors, with the automated helmets with communication mics and speakers they could hear each other's breathing and as Richard's commentary of what he was doing eased Kate into a lullaby state. Speeding along checking on the food blocks and replacing them from the saddlebags slung over the sled they started to head back to the homestead.
Back inside Richard started the kindling wood and placed a couple of logs just in front of a large hearth and fireplace. Turning to see Kate removing the last of the snow outfit, his eyes registering just what a beautiful lady Kate was, and how just looking at her was turning him on. Helping her place the pants and coat on a drying rack the closeness caused him to inhale a scent that was so feminine it almost caused a sigh to escape his lips.
Taking her hand, he led her to the large area rug in front of the fireplace the kindling roaring he placed the logs in a teepee fashion so that catching on fire and generating maximum heat was inevitable. Slipping into the kitchen as Kate settled onto the rug, he made a couple mugs of baileys spiked hot chocolate with floating marshmallows on top. Silence as the flames crackled, the purple, orange, yellow and red flames licked up and turned into wisps of smoke floating up and away Kate seemed to be transported into one of the many books or romance she had read on the lonely nights that being a teacher she thought she was destined to live. Noticing the far away gaze Richard wrapped his strong arms around her in a protective manner as Kate turned he leaned into her and kissed her lips, which parted immediately and allowed for their tongues to begin the dance of seduction, the hint of a beginning flame stirring deep inside, lips no longer cold but warmed by the drink and the combined heat of sexual need, a first kiss so exhilarating, signalling that a consensual union was happening.
Kates hand landing on his thigh, his fingers playing along the side of her chest, their lips locked in exploration as the passion soared higher than the flames of the fireplace.
As the saying goes its like riding a bicycle, oh how Richard hoped that this was the case in making lust with this incredibly attractive younger woman.
Kate shocked at how easy it was to fall into his arms and feel the passion of a kiss run through her body, not a virgin, not experienced, a little scared but wanting to feel more of this internal fire.
Not feeling any resistance but thinking or reacting to the open invitation of the widening mouth the pressure and release on his thigh, the cowboy image let nature take over, his fingers began a downward spiral of small circles along the outside of Kate's rib cage just enough pressure to be felt on the skin beneath the sweater.
As she felt the hands of her seducer moving along her side the increased heat was building up within, she knew it was not from the flames of the fire, this action of internal lust had not happened since she lost her virginity to the man, she believed she loved so many moons ago.
Richard abandoning all thoughts of infidelity, allowing normal male desire to spur him on, the familiar feeling of rushing blood to his manhood and ball sac, he continued changing the course of kissing, leaving the mouth and lips two quick kisses to the chin, Seduction and bringing pleasure was his purpose from this moment on. He began a slow process of kisses quick and light up along Kate's right jaw line, reaching her ear sucking in the lobe letting her think of just how his lips were going to feel on her lower petals of femineity, kissing the ear and just behind it. Not wanting to let this gorgeous creature have a thought of stopping him, he kissed his way across her forehead and as her eyes closed gave each eyelid a soft tender touch of his lips. As his mouth and tongue reached the left ear, he repeated the same delicious pattern as the right side.
Kate was being engulfed with such an internal conflict of longing, against the moral belief of chastity, how could something so wrong so fast feel so good. In her mind the body was abandoning all sense of responsibility giving into the pulsing hardness of her nipples, the engorging of her clit, and the wetness of her womanhood.
She scooted closer to this man, pressing her body against his, trying to create friction and at the same time signalling take me, have your way with me, please satisfy this longing inside of me.
His internal instinct triggered the next step in the dance to happiness, slipping inside the band of her trousers, finding the hem of her top lifting it up, all the time never stopping kissing her. While pulling up the sweater his fingers trailed a line of fire on the bare skin as it came exposed.
This woman teacher was loosing it, no longer concerned about the morals, as if something inside had flipped from desire to a need a want to have every inch of her body ravished and taken in front of a roaring fire, transported from the book pages she read, to the actual reality of feeling, her body told her she was a slut to be used, a vessel of pleasure to be offered, damn she for the first time wanted to fucked and fucked hard not have some fumbling kid just touch the surface of satisfaction, but to be drilled and sated.
Shocked how Kate turned out to be so helpful moving and allowing the top to come off easily, Richard never leaving an opportunity pass by, began the trail of kisses across the collar bone down the chest criss-crossing, reaching the top of a lace bra, a front clasp using his teeth unsnapping the clasp letting the material naturally fall to the sides, a set of breasts magnificent in size and shape with two nipples standing at attention, pebbled circles proving to him that she was as excited as he.
Sucking the first nipple the right just like the first ear, swirling his tongue like a windmill around and around drawing up and out more lust from the fires of her sex. With one of his hands on her pelvic bone making small circles from the outside to the center, his other hand on her left nipple twirling and brushing the tip with his thumb, Richard was driving prim and proper Kate deeper into the vortex of sluttiness than she could have ever envisioned from anything read, this was real, this was beginning to feel like heaven.
Barely noticeable the soothing sounds of the fire a crackle here, a hissing there, loud pop as the core of the log ignites, all background noise compared to a symphony orchestra playing a love song on a Valentine concert.
Kissing his way from the breasts of life down slowly making sure that every touch of his lips, stunning nips of his teeth for he was the conductor, and she was the instrument. Inching closer to what he hoped would be the seal the deal moment. Kate again confirmed her acceptance of a mutual joining for she raised her hips and undid her button so I could pull her trousers down as the pants reached her knees with athletic speed and dexterity the legs pulled themselves out leaving Richards eyes to widen for her black undergarment was like a boy's boxer.
Again using his teeth so that his fingers could continue stroke, tease, and burn the desire into her flesh he fought to pull down these boxers, not a thin thong like so many women wore in this day and age, not granny panties with lace frills, or just Walmart cotton undies these were silk boxers soaked with juice of a woman in heat, this extra moisture made them a little more difficult to pull down so Kate not wanting to waist more time pitched in and pulled them down.
Richard was not going to have to wrestle, or hog tie this calf for a willingness was surfacing with her hands now involved taking off his t-shirt, and unbuckling his jeans, fear of losing control of himself and letting Kate get the upper hand his mouth found the folds of her lower lips. With a cat like quickness, he ran his tongue up and down the lips of pussy. Eager to give pleasure, pulling her legs up and placing them over his shoulders the oral delight began slow teasing kisses, lapping lunges of tongue, all with the intent to bring about the first orgasm of the night for this most deserving lost teacher.
Kate feeling the rush of pleasure began to grind her pussy against his mouth and chin and with each gush of juice he drank as if it were the last drops of water in a desert. Thinking he was a fairly good pussy licker Richard inhaled her expanding clit past his lips and into his mouth, here his tongue began to vibrate and swirl from bottom to top and down again, but the cowboy understood that if his fingers found that moist patch just inside the tunnel, on the roof of the pleasure trove, and connected with the button in his mouth that eruption from Kate would happen faster, so pushing his middle and index finger inside feeling around discovering that little patch of skin hidden but with a different texture he began to drum those fingers in unison with his tongue. Moans, gasps, profanity filled the air as thighs scissor locked around his ears, heels pulling him in tighter, like riding a horse keeping the same rhythm Richards mouth rode with Kates's pussy until the flood of release came cascading through his mouth, down his throat as the echoes of a woman releasing her every desire up to the heavens filled the room.
Letting go of her captive head, crimson in colour from head to toe, she slithered down to lip lock her new lover in a soul-searching thanking kiss. Kate and Richard holding on to each other grasping for breath, he still in his underwear but with a large stain in front, her in the birthday suit that the angels gave her, smiling from ear to ear not a word need to be said, for the kiss told all that this was just the beginning of a night of lust.
Ps Thanks for the thoughts on pen pal, not really interested at the moment to be searching for another, so instead of disappointing you thought you might like to start your day off with a quick read. The Kate Farm Saga will continue and hopefully with time another tidbit will drop later today.
Laying together with their breathing returning to normal from the deep gulps of sexually charged energy draining oral sex, Richard felt the spot on his underwear and felt the embarrassment rise, premature eruption has not happened since his awkward teenage adventures. Kate was not concentrating on the fact as she gently pulled his boxers out over his hips and down his legs.
With Richard on even terms with Kate the next round of exploration could begin. Kate relying on the stories she had read, from confiscated magazines of her school children to dime store novels purchased at garage sales (after all a teacher could not be seen buying smut novels), she hoped to return the pleasure she just received back.
During the time together Richard had seen the long slim fingers of Kate but had not noticed how long the nails were, Kate had painted them a clear flesh tome for going to meet parents of children and being new to the district did not want any complaints flowing back to administration. The tough skin of the soon to be seduced male felt the first danger or the nails as she meticulously ran them along the inside and outside of his legs as they lay in the aftermath embrace. With each increase of his member felt pressing between their bodies Kate increased not only the stroking of Richard's skin but rocking of her sex against his, this tantalising exercise driving up the crescendo of sexual want to the need meter.r"
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