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Tags: love, romance, trust, violence, oral,
Two Broken hearts find and mend each other.
Cooper was thirty five. He had bought his small riverside hobby farm a few years ago after a drunk driver robbed him of his beautiful young wife Sofia.
It was a Saturday night on the pub and club strip, in the city.
Sofia had been walking along the curb with a group of her friends celebrating a hens night for one of the girls. Then the drunk driver had lost control of his car and run into the group, Sofia had no chance. The police reports from the incident suggest she was probably already dead before she hit the ground. If not, caving her skull in on the concrete curb would have killed her instantly anyway.
Life on the farm had done Cooper a lot of good. He was away from people, which was probably a good thing. Since the accident, he had developed a general dislike for people and preferred to avoid them. His dislike for drunks bordered on manic hatred, and he would get extremely aggressive towards anybody who he saw as affected by alcohol. Cooper used to enjoy a beer, especially if he could enjoy it while snuggled up in front of the TV with Sofia, but these days he didn't drink any more. As a result of his dislike for people drinking, he avoided going into town unless he had to, and would never go there at night. Preferring instead to go in and do his grocery shopping in the morning.
The other thing that life on the farm had done was to make him lean and fit. Cooper didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He kept his hair, and beard, cropped short. His routine was to run a set of clippers through all his hair, with a number four comb on the clippers. He was a good looking man, with his light brown eyes, straight nose, and well shaped lips. His body was tanned, hard, and well sculpted. All the muscles were clearly defined. The six pack belly was as hard as a timber board. His shoulders and arms were pure solid muscle. At a little over a hundred and sixty pounds he could easily lift two forty pound sacks of feed, one in each hand and throw them onto his shoulders.
Dianne was thirty one. She was slim and attractive. Her auburn hair was thick, and there was a lot of it. Normally she wore it down her back in a thick ponytail, which reached almost to her waist.
Her green eyes appeared big and bright. However, looking into them, an intuitive person would probably describe them as having seen the harder side of life. There was a sadness, and hardness in the way she looked at the world. Her nose was fine, and straight, with a light sprinkle of sun freckles over it and across the top of each high cheekbone. There was a scar about an inch and a half long on her right cheekbone an inch or so below the corner of her eye. Apart from that you would consider her face to be flawless. Her lips were naturally full, with a little extra plumpness to her lower lip.
She was beginning to develop into a strong and healthy woman since arriving on the hobby farm a couple of months ago. The active and hard working life on the hobby farm suited her. Her legs were smooth, muscular, and very shapely. Her arms were lean and showing the start of some good lean muscle
She rented the place through an old friend of her father's. He was too old to look after the place now. He had told her about the young man who lived next door.
He warned her that she would find that he wasn't too friendly, he had developed a general dislike for people after the loss of his wife. Aside from that he was a good man and he would help her if she needed it. The old man told her that, for the last few years Cooper had used his tractor to cut his firebreaks for him, and would do so for her if she asked him.
Like her neighbor, Dianne had been married before moving to the farm. Her marriage had been bad, and when she ran away from her abusive ex husband a few months ago she hoped he would never find her. She had initially stayed with a friend in town, but she had decided that she needed to get away, to find some peace and get away from people for a while.
Dianne had a spade which was not even close to being sharp enough to get through the heavy red loam. It was going to take her all day to get even a very modest garden dug. That didn't stop her from making a start on it. She would put the blade of her spade where she wanted to cut, then jump on it again and again. She would slowly drive the blade into the ground until she had it deep enough, then wiggle the spade back and forward until she had the ground loose enough to turn over.
After several hours she had dug a garden no bigger than a kitchen table top. She gave up, and went back to the house.
Cooper stood in his yard and watched her work. She was keen, and she wouldn't quit. He was impressed by her tenacity. He decided that it might be a friendly neighborly thing to do if he went over to offer her some help.
First he went to his machinery shed, and grabbed a metal file. Her spade was in real need of sharpening. Then he would offer to cut her garden with his tractor and rotary hoe.
He didn't know how big she intended to have her garden, but with the tractor he would be able to do in minutes what would take her days. He shoved the file in his back pocket and headed over to his neighbor's place.
After a hard day working on the farm Dianne decided she needed a shower. She was sweaty, and dirty, and her hair was a tangled mess. She was standing in an outdoor shower in the yard behind the house. The shower got it's hot water through a waste oil burner. Waste oil burners make incredible water heaters, and the old friend who owned the property had built the burner and outdoor shower years ago. While waste oil burners make a very useful tool in the yard, they are not a safe fire near the house, which is why the whole setup had been built in the yard.
Cooper walked around the corner of the shed, not realizing what he was going to see. What he saw, he liked. Her legs were strong, and shapely, but he already knew that from seeing her in her shorts. Her buttocks were round. They weren't fat soft and round, but firm, muscular, and round. Her hips were wide and curvy, flaring out from her slim waist. Her back was well defined, but he saw that it was covered with numerous scars. When he realized what had caused the scars on her back, Cooper couldn't stop the anguished gasp that escaped his mouth.
Dianne spun around at the sound. "You fucking peeping tom. You filthy pervert. How dare you?"
Dianne grabbed her towel and covered herself. Cooper turned abruptly and walked away. She was still screaming abuse at him, and he knew that she would continue until he was well away from there. Cooper had to admit, he liked what he saw. His neighbor was an exceptionally attractive woman.
With her big bundle of auburn hair tied up on top of her head, he had received an uninterrupted view of her. He guessed she was about a size ten or twelve. Her breasts, round and firm, but with enough softness to cause a little sag from their weight. Her belly was flat and free of any fat, and just starting to show signs of developing a six pack. Her pubic area was not shaved, but the hair was trimmed short. Almost the same length as the number four he used on his head.
As Cooper returned to his side of the boundary fence he could still hear her tirade.
He couldn't remember ever making somebody that angry before.
Thinking about her, he couldn't help thinking of what he had seen of her.
He couldn't help marveling at how clearly he remembered every little detail of her body from just a momentary glimpse of her.
Cooper went over to his workshop and began searching for things he needed.
Returning to the next door neighbor's place with his arms full of stuff, Cooper hoped she wouldn't come at him with a shovel, or a shotgun.
He hesitantly peeped around the corner. No sign of her. Cooper walked over to the shower and started work.
He already had the first few pieces of pipe together and was ready to start fixing them to the framework which held the standpipe and shower head. Dianne heard the noise from the yard. Walking out into her yard wearing jeans and a flannelette shirt, and with her hair twisted up in a towel on her head, she grabbed the shovel from beside the back door. "You fucking pervert, peeping tom, bastard, I will kill you!" she said as she advanced on Cooper.
Then she stopped. "What are you doing?" she asked her neighbor.
"Building a shower screen, A lady should be able to shower in privacy. Even in an open farmyard."
Cooper told her, "I really do apologize. I was not expecting to see you here, like that."
