Sarah woke up after a bit of a restless night. All she had been able to think about was what she had done to piss off Chase. She just wanted to learn a bit more about what he was planning to do, not make him mad at her. She rolled onto her back and sighed, unsure of what to do.
After a couple seconds, she rolled over and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was a little before 9:30 so she decided to get up and get dressed for the day. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and fix her hair up a bit. She then went back to her room to get dressed. She pulled a pair of socks out of her dresser and tossed them onto her bed. Then, she grabbed an old T-shirt and a pair of leggings and tossed them on her bed with the socks. As she turned and walked towards her bed, she spotted the jacket she had been wearing the night before when she had gotten home. Her emotions had gotten the best of her and she had just come home, thrown her clothes off, showered, and went to bed.
She walked over to the jacket and picked it up, shaking it a bit to get some of the dust off of it. As she looked at it, her mind drifted to the night before and just how that jacket had gotten so dirty. She remembered the dust, the sweat, the smell of the hay, the cobwebs and perhaps what stuck with her the most was how little all of that seemed to bother Chase. She'd wanted to complain but bit her tongue realizing that he wasn't complaining, and he was the one with a useless arm. She could suck it up. Plus, her helping had been her idea.
She walked over to hang up the jacket. As she did, she felt her heart sink a bit remembering that he was mad at her. She turned and walked back to her room to pick up the rest of her clothes, wishing she could explain herself. After throwing them in the hamper she kept in her bedroom, she turned around and saw herself in the mirror. She was wearing a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of panties. She hadn't really done that on purpose but she did notice that the black against her pale winter skin made her breasts and hips stand out from the rest of her. Neither attribute was particularly outstanding, but they seemed to exaggerate the curvature of her figure and make them look better than usual.
For some reason, at that point she began to wonder what Chase would think of her if he could see her right now. Sure, she knew she'd somehow ticked him off, but she could still wonder. After all, it might just help him get his mind off of things, and maybe it'd help her make it up to him a little bit. At that point she kept her gaze on her reflection and walked over towards the mirror to get a better look at herself, strutting a little bit along the way.
Once she was at the mirror, she pulled the tie out of her hair and let it fall. She whipped it around just enough to get some of it to fall in front of her shoulders. She hadn't gotten her hair cut since she'd moved, so her hair was long enough to reach her shoulder blades and some of it even had landed across the top of her chest, hiding her breasts a bit.
"Mmm." She thought out loud as she eyed herself, pleased with what she was seeing. "Maybe I should leave my hair this long." She added before returning to teasing an imaginary Chase.
She bit her lip as she slowly brushed her hair off of her chest and leaned towards the mirror, exposing her cleavage a bit more. To add to that, she pushed her elbows together, pushing her breasts up and together a bit. She smiled and shook them a bit before returning to a normal standing position. At this point, she could feel a warmth rushing over her, especially between her legs.
She turned herself sideways to the mirror and flipped her hair onto her back. She then ran her hands from the back of her thighs, up to and over her ass, across her stomach and finally, up to cup her breasts. She moaned slightly from the resulting pleasure and continued by gently squeezing her nipples through her bra and rubbing them a bit. She turned to face the mirror again as she reached around behind her and undid her bra. She put one arm across her chest to hold it in place as she used her other arm to pull the straps off her shoulders. Only then did she finally slowly move her arm to release the bra and let it fall to the floor.
Looking at her 34C breasts in the mirror proved to help cement Chase into her mind even further. She could only imagine the look on his face if she had the guts to actually do this in front of him. Just the thought of him seeing her and staring her down with the classic look of pure sexual desire on his face helped to turn her on further. She bit her lip again as she cupped her breasts in her hands and shook them a bit. They were warm to the touch and her areolas were starting to swell. A closer look at her reflection revealed that the top of her chest was also starting to turn red from her arousal. She moaned softly as she rubbed the areas around her nipples. Her breathing had started to quicken and she could feel a pulsing between her legs, along with an increasing dampness.
Looking back at the mirror and imagining Chase in place of her reflection, she leaned forward and gave a "come here" gesture before giving a sultry smile and backing over to lay down on her bed. As she laid down, she closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to take over. She pictured Chase walking over and standing right in front of her. She smiled as she imagined him taking off his shirt. Since she hadn't actually ever seen him shirtless, her imagination had to do a lot of filling in. Not that it stopped her from trying to picture it. She then imagined him continuing to take off his jeans.
By now her mouth was hanging open slightly to keep up with her breathing. She lifted her hips off the bed and pulled her panties off and kicked them to the floor. She imagined Chase doing the equivalent. Just the thought of him standing there naked with an erection, about to make love to her, was enough to elicit an involuntary moan from her lips. She parted her legs and imagined him climbing on top of her as she laid in her bed. Her left hand immediately went up to caress her neck as her right hand immediately went to between her legs to start teasing her throbbing lips. Her breathing quickened further at the thought of her left hand being him passionately kissing her on the neck. She imagined him slowly kissing his way down to her now extremely sensitive nipples. Her left hand followed the imagined trail and eventually settled on her right breast, massaging it. Meanwhile, she began rubbing her clit with her other hand. By now she was panting and she could tell that she was already close to orgasm. She started gently squeezing her breasts, alternating between each one. The rubbing of her clit eventually progressed to her sliding her finger into herself and rubbing her warm inner walls.
A somewhat louder moan escaped from her lips as she imagined that what she was feeling what Chase's manhood inside of her, even though she had no doubts that his actual manhood would feel better. Her breathing continued to hasten and pleasure continued to grow as she continued to rub her insides and her massaging of her breasts began to gradually become more aggressive. She knew she was close now, her hips were staring to rock, matching pace with her fingering of herself. As she neared the edge she allowed the pleasure to flood her body and a loud moan escaped her lips as she finally reached her climax, the thought of Chase still firmly in her mind as she continued to stroke herself, gradually slowing to a stop as her orgasmic bliss slowly subsided.
Still panting, she simply laid on her bed for a bit, her eyes still closed and the image of Chase still firmly in her mind. As her heart rate and breathing returned to normal, the image of Chase in her head slowly started to fade away as her mind returned to reality.
"Good god..." She thought out loud as the reality of what she had just done sank in. She had actually given in to her desires for Chase. Not that she didn't know she found him attractive, but until then she had never fantasized about anything sexual with him. "I hope I didn't just make it so that I won't be able to keep my cool around him anymore."
Once she had fully come down from her sexual release, she got up from her bed and cleaned herself up a bit before continuing with getting dressed. After putting on the T-shirt and leggings she had laid out earlier, she went back to the bathroom to put her hair up. She decided to keep it simple and just pull it up into a ponytail for the time being. After finishing that, she heard her phone ring indicating that someone had just texted her.
As she walked back to her room, she grew nervous hoping that the text wasn't an angry one from Chase. She picked up her phone and found that the text had been from Stacy. She sighed in relief and opened the message.
"Hey girl, how are you?"
"A little nervous."
"Uhh-oh. Why's that?"
"I think I made Chase mad."
"OMG WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!"
"Idk."
"SARAH!!!"
"I didn't mean to..."
"Ok, ok. Me getting wound up probably isn't helping. Sorry."
"It's ok."
"Ok, so what exactly happened?"
"Well, after we got of work yesterday, I texted him to ask how his doctor's appointment went. He told me it went well, and that he could use his arm again, but he wasn't allowed to do any lifting. So, me being curious, I asked what he was doing."
"Ok go on."
"Well, he told me that he was headed out to his barn to clean out the hay mow. I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen, so I ended up going over there and trying to stop him in person. That didn't work either and he just started to move the hay. One of the bales even broke and he almost fell over. Again, I tried to stop him but he still wouldn't listen. At that point I decided that I should at least help him so he wouldn't have as many ways to hurt himself."
"Ok."
