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Nicole Weber, 26 year old journalist and self-proclaimed city gal, has a big problem.
She lives pretty much as deep in San Francisco as you can get. Bustling streets and tiny coffee shops are where she belongs in almost every aspect of her life -- the city speaks to her in her very soul, and she can't imagine living anywhere else. Her family, her friends, her career -- all of it lies in the city.
Unfortunately for her, she has a farm kink.
Nothing gets her more excited than public nudity and exhibitionism, though with her career and reputation at stake she settles for 'public nudity and exhibitionism,' with very heavy air quotes, in the safety of private property which just feels like it's out in the open. The thrill she gets from self-pleasure in an open air environment... nothing in the city could beat what she could have every day if she lived in the country.
But every cloud has a silver lining, and hers comes in the form of her cousin Mark, who lives out on a farm in Southern California and takes two week-long holidays every year. Periods of time in which she's called upon to farm-sit. And oh, how happy she always is to oblige. Travelling by train to the nearest station, then walking the remaining half mile, surrounded by acre after acre of no one but the cows to hear her satisfied screams -- those weeks are, without a doubt, the best parts of her year. But this week is going to be a lot more interesting for poor Nicole than her sexscapades usually are.
The train rumbles its way through the quiet countryside, and Nicole stares out the window. Her brunette reflection smiles excitedly back at her, olive skin overlaid by passing horses, cows, trees and hay bales. She sits opposite an old Californian couple who have been chatting about benign and boring oddities for the entire trip. But part of their conversation now catches her ear and she begins to listen intently.
"Yes, dear," the woman says to her husband, "and I heard that it's abandoned now. I wonder who's going to buy it."
"What's abandoned now?" Nicole pipes up, her interest piqued.
"Oh, it's this old farm just near here. Two miles south from the next station over. Used to be a gorgeous cattle farm, and with some beautiful pear orchards too, we stopped by there on holiday once or twice, remember, dear?" Her husband nods absentmindedly, clearly not paying very much attention. Nicole, however, is rapt, fantasies of sneaking through an abandoned farm already playing out in her mind. Her own new playhouse for an entire week, and only a half hour's walk away!
"That's really interesting, thank you." She smiles at the old lady and pretends to return to her book to avoid further conversation, though really she's too excited to continue to read.
'Change of plans,' she thinks. 'I'll drop my suitcase off at Mark's, then walk back to this abandoned farm -- what I shall now call the Orchard of Pears and Pleasure -- and explore for a bit.' Her mind lingers on the memory of packing her seemingly bottomless bag of sex toys into her suitcase, and goosebumps raise on her arms. 'Well, as much exploring as can be done when I can't see through my orgasms. I can enjoy myself there during the days, then stay the night at Mark's as usual.'
'In fact,' she continues to scheme, 'I could probably come out here as often as I like and stay there instead of just at Mark's all the time.'
The train screeches to a stop and she all but scrambles off, almost sprinting to her cousin's farm. She unpacks just her bag of toys and a pair of cowboy boots which she changes into, along with a matching hat to go with it. With her phone in the back pocket of her denim skirt and her many, many toys in one hand, she begins the long walk to the abandoned farm, with plenty of time to fantasise about what she'll do once she gets there.
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She arrives and surveys the scene. What with the gate's peeling paint, the lettering of 'Jessie's Orchard' stubbornly clinging to the rusted mailbox, and the rotting, unharvested pears littering the ground in every possible direction, it certainly looks abandoned, though she's relieved to see the barn looks well-kept; at least, from the outside.
'I wonder if I have the funds to put a deposit down,' Nicole thinks, hoisting herself over the gate. 'After all, I have been thinking about an investment property for a while now anyway. And it's so, so abandoned. So perfect.'
She gets excited just thinking about the ways she can publicly degrade herself here, though safe from prying eyes, and begins to think with her pussy instead of her head. Throwing caution to the wind, she begins to strip.
Her white tank top goes first, lifted up over her head and deposited neatly into a bag she'd brought with her. Then her denim skirt, unzipping all the way down and unwrapping itself from around her toned legs. The young brunette pauses, hands hovering over the clasp of her bra, before decidedly unclipping it and tossing it, too, into the bag. As a final act of erotic defiance towards social taboo, she steps out of her underwear and places it into the bag with the rest of her clothes, leaving her wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and boots.
Dirty.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
The thoughts send a thrill to her core and she opens her bag to withdraw a rabbit vibrator and some lube. 'Nothing wrong with a bit of edging while I explore,' she reasons, sliding the cool wetness against the tip of the vibrator with her hand. Slowly, she presses it into her, taking care to place the 'ears' of the toy on either side of her already-swollen clit.
And then she turns it on.
"Oooooohhhhhh fuuuuuucckkk..." she whimpers, immediately opting for a lower setting. She doesn't want to become too overwhelmed and have to stop before she's had a proper chance to enjoy herself here, after all. With her massive bag of toys in one hand, and the other hand holding the vibrator inside her, she walks towards the barn she sees in the distance...
...leaving the bag of clothes at the gate. With her phone still in the pocket of her skirt.
What a stupid, horny little bitch. She deserved what she got.
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Goosebumps pebble Nicole's skin, from the tender flesh of her breasts down to her thighs, the insides of which are already glistening with her arousal. As she strides down the winding dirt path to the barn, she takes note of the scenery -- acre after acre of grazing cattle to her left, row after row of pear tree to her right. She even spots an equestrian ring, with hurdles dismantled and discarded to the side, and she wonders if the farm still has a few horses.
And if riding one with a dildo in would be any fun. Bouncing up and down on it as the horse trots, feeling it fuck her endlessly...
Almost groaning aloud at the thought, she reaches the barn and nudges one of the large doors open with her shoulder. It creaks in protest but allows her to pass into a large space with a few stalls, some tractors and other farm vehicles, one or two workbenches, and plenty of places to play.
One piece of equipment that immediately catches her eye is a saddle stand -- a wooden frame just lower than waist height, almost like a bench but with a rounded top. Seized with an idea, Nicole turns the vibrator off and reluctantly pulls it out of her, letting her juices just drip onto the floor. The sigh of such a public display of sensuality fills her with excitement and she almost can't wait the amount of time it takes to wash the vibe and put it away before drawing a dildo out of her bag. Thicker than either of her (admittedly delicate) wrists and equipped with a harness (several of her exes enjoyed pegging, and she had to admit that being on the giving end of it was certainly a power trip), her hands trembled with anticipation. Nicole wrapped the harness around the saddle stand and tightened it, leaving the dildo sticking straight up into the air almost threateningly.
The final touch: leather cuffs and a ball gag emerge from the bag. Nicole fastens the gag around herself, the submissive feeling making her gasp, and holds the cuffs ready as she swings one leg over the saddle stand and mounts the dildo.
"Mmmph, ummph, uunngh, ugh!" she cries, any sign of intelligence lost to desire as she fucks herself on the dildo like an animal, snapping the cuffs into place to bind her wrists behind her back. She can get the key out of the bag later, after all; this is hardly her first rodeo.
If only she knew that self-bondage wouldn't be the only kind of restraints she would face today.
She rides the dildo with a fervour implying near-insanity, grinding her clit into the wood of the saddle stand and getting closer and closer to orgasm. All the while, she imagines herself hearing footsteps approaching, the barn door creaking open, shouts of accusations or mocking laughter...
'Oh, FUCK,' she thinks, wild thoughts of being discovered racing through her mind and only increasing her passion.
But, of course, Nicole's voyeurism is just a fantasy. She doesn't actually want it to come true, only wants to get close to enacting her kink, while actually staying safe the whole time.
