First timer here. This entire project was actually too large for its own good, so I broke it up into 3 parts. Parts 2 and 3 are coming soon.
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"Just keep doing what you're already doing. As you work, I'm going to place my hands on certain muscles to make sure you're not overly straining anything."
Gabrielle turned back to her task and rolled her eyes when she knew Gary couldn't see. She took pride in being a Freewind and being a Freewind came with knowing how to perform manual labor. But she harbored no ill feelings. Sometimes people, especially higher-ups, just had to be careful. The crop duster's daughter gently placed the cookie dough onto a high shelf. That was when she felt a hand placed on her lower back. When she looked behind her Gabrielle saw that Gary was standing right behind, looking down at her ass. Another hand dropped to her upper leg, and both hands began to firmly knead the deeper tissue.
"Continue working," Gary said, and Gabrielle complied. And the next thirty or so minutes passed in roughly the same fashion: with Gary periodically groping his temporary assistant's ass, stomach, legs, or back while she sorted supplies and removed boxes. This was probably the best day of his life.
Gabrielle went back to the supply pile and when she bent down to pick up a bucket of mint flavor, Gary placed both hands on her ass. "Hold on a second there," he ordered politely. When she held still he dropped to his haunches and actually slid his fingers up the back of her short legs getting a good grasp of her full butt cheeks. Everything was so firm underneath the skin, yet the skin itself was soft to the touch. It was as though the delicacies of such a youth, from the softness of her skin to the shape of her body, flourished on physical work. Gary's erection was struggling to burst out of his pants.
When he finished feeling Gabrielle's backside up, he allowed her to go drop off the bucket of mint flavor, only to stop her in that pose as well. This time he walked over and placed his groin right up against her ass, greedily savoring the feeling of her butt cheeks hugging his dick. Gary then reached a hand around her hips and copped a feel of her crotch.
"Uh...Gary? What's this for?" Gabrielle asked, confusion evident in her voice. Her temporary manager began to knead his cupped hand into her pussy. What he was doing felt oddly good to her but it wasn't really overtly registering as she still had a fairly heavy bucket of liquid mint in her arms.
"I'm just bracing myself against you to make sure your stance is appropriately sturdy, and that you're not going to pull anything in between your legs," lied the temporary shopkeep. "Just a little bit more, Gabby," he added, then brought his free hand up to grope her bare breast by slipping it under her shirt.
Cumbersome as safety procedures often were, any Freewind could tell you the importance of caution out in the field; at the end of the workday, precautions benefit all parties involved. However in this case, these procedures were quite conveniently inconvenient for our teenaged heroine, while certainly benefiting her "boss." Only, before recklessly charging any further into the meat and potatoes of this story, it's important to understand the nature of its beginning.
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She is one of the sweetest hearts a man has ever known and she goes by the name Gabby. Her birth name is Gabrielle Freewind, but she simply loves it when people feel comfortable enough with her to call her by the nickname.
Gabby is the only daughter, and youngest child of Mark and Sally Freewind, in a farming family of four based in the "middle of nowhere" June Hills. Now, June Hills was a small small farming town, so Gabby along with her brother Jacob were home schooled their whole lives because of the lack of a nearby high school.
Unfortunately this meant that Gabby grew up short on maybe a few social understandings, as you might have guessed. However, social standing on the other hand, was never something Gabby lacked. Mark Freewind was a greatly respected man in town in part because of his personal reputation, and in part because he was a crop duster. Few people in June Hills had brains enough to read a text other than the Holy Book, let alone fly an airplane. But for some time now, Gabby had been establishing her own reputation with only the help of the family genes.
Even before she turned 18 her looks made her the talk of the town. At 5'8" with full breasts, wide hips and a firm butt to compliment the blue-eyed face of an angel, she basically had the hearts and dicksβmetaphorically speaking of courseβof all the boys her age, as well as the older men in the community. Adding to her local charisma was the fact that she very much helped out with the chores of the family business, which required her to keep her copper-brown hair at a workable shoulder-length. She was the town's tomboy-ish girl next door.
In fact, it was a recent discovery made by Gabby and her mother, Sally, that led to a recent boom in the family business: a 100% organic pesticide that was both cheaper, and safer for both environment and consumer than anything on the market.
Because the Freewind name held such respect in an already tight-knit town, this meant all of the males were extra careful around the impressionable 18-year-old girl. And as such was the case, she had never dated anyone. Not that this mattered. Gabby was too carefree to mind about datingβthere was so much else in life to learn. This didn't mean that something wasn't missing though: sweet Gabby wanted to make some friends, and she couldn't very much do that with both home schooling, and work at the farm keeping her so busy. Worse yet, was that she only had one more year of mandatory school left to go! Which brings us to this random summer day, at the Freewind Farm.
"Pa?" Gabby asked her father, putting down her sack of grain.
"Yes Gabby?" he replied, wiping his hands of the biplane engine oil. "Give me my morning hug."
"Morning Pa." she received his hug nervously. Home school had been such a way of life that she had no idea how her father would react to what she was about to ask.
Mark sensed her apprehension. "What's the matter Darling?"
"I've been thinking about something a while now that I'd like to talk to you about."
"Well, out with it girl. You've got me all suspended!" Mark said, leaning back against a wing.
"You see Jake and I only have one more year of schooling left before we're done." She stopped a moment, raising her arm wipe moisture from her forehead. This immediately drew Mark's eyes to the swell of her breasts, which for some time now, had been a natural magnet to male eyes. Even though her father had no outward interest in her, lifelong habit drew his eyes the curves his daughter sported. The overalls she always wore for chores hardly showed off her ass, but her pert chest couldn't be hidden by a simple white tee and suspended jeans.
She continued, "What with both Jake and me being 18 now, and the family business doing so well, I was...Pa?" Gabby noticed her father wasn't exactly paying attention.
Another thing that the Freewinds were known for was their empathy for emotions, or even a lack there of. In this case she caught her father spacing out, but she had for a long time now been used to that, and thought nothing of it. Didn't even pay attention to the fact that his eyes were directed at her chest.
The snap-to was fast and Mark remade eye-contact, "Yes? You're 18 and the farm's doing well...Go on."
"Well I was really hoping to know what high school is like." She stopped there, waiting for a response. But the air stood still for a moment.