I grew up on a ranch in Wyoming where my father was the foreman and he expected me to learn as much about ranching as my brothers did. I did everything they did and grew up as strong and capable as they were. So, when I needed a job the summer after I turned 18 it was only natural that I apply for ranching jobs as well as the more traditional female jobs of waiting tables and clerking in the store near where we lived.
One of our neighbors knew someone who needed a hand for the summer to help with irrigation, mending fences, and haying. They lived a good way out of town and were willing to let me live with them while I worked so it seemed perfect. Mr. Layne also hired the son of one of their neighbors to help out part-time with haying so they could get the hay cut, baled, and stacked more quickly.
Buster was a couple years older than me and I remembered him from when he attended high school. He didn’t have a girlfriend that summer while he was home from college and his father had been ill so he spent all his time working their ranch to keep it going until his father recovered. He was taller than my 5’8” and darkly tanned from the time spent outdoors. His shoulders were broad and his arms were well developed and muscular. They were covered by a light dusting of sexy blond hair. His chest was firm beneath the t-shirts he wore everyday and his hips were lean in his denim jeans. His butt filled out those tight jeans nicely and his thighs looked rock hard and incredibly sexy as he climbed up onto the tractor the first day he came to cut hay.
He turned around and caught me watching him that first morning. I blushed and he tipped his hat at me and winked before he drove off. I was left with that saucy grin of his and an image of his sexy blond hair and grinning green eyes while I stood there feeling foolish. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that were soft from many trips through the washing machine. My long, brown hair was pulled back in a braid down my back and I was wearing a baseball cap that said Wyoming on it. I found myself hoping he had liked what he saw when he winked at me.
Buster was going to start cutting in one area and Mr. Layne was going to cut another. My part of the operation didn’t come until we were ready to bale the hay so I was stuck moving the straight-line irrigation pipes with Mrs. Layne that first morning. I walked the fence around the field where Buster was mowing that afternoon looking for places that needed repair. I also spent some time watching him on the tractor and noticed when he stopped near some trees presumably to relieve himself. My thoughts wandered and I developed a mental picture of him standing there with his cock in his hand that had me blushing all over again. The freshly mown hay needed to dry a little before we baled it so I only saw Buster at lunch and before he left for the day. We were both sweaty and hot and neither looked our best but he still managed another wink at me before he drove off that evening.
The next day was more of the same only this time when lunchtime rolled around, Mrs. Layne brought us sandwiches in the field where we were working. I thought she was going to take me back to the house with her since I had finished that fence just before she arrived. When I questioned her she said she needed to talk to Mr. Layne and could we please eat our lunch there and she’d be back in an hour. She left us sandwiches and ice-cold lemonade along with some fresh fruit. When she left, Buster and I carried our lunch over to the shade of some trees that grew in the middle of the field.
I let him get ahead of me and that gave me a perfect view of his butt as he walked. Those firm cheeks had me blushing again as I watched him and it wasn’t long before I was daydreaming again. I didn’t notice when he stopped and almost ran into him. He looked at me and then glanced behind him when he saw where my gaze was directed. I didn’t know what he thought but he quickly looked away and promptly sat down with his back against a tree.
I sat down next to him so we could share the food and I saw him looking me up and down as I stretched my long legs out in front of me. I pressed my shoulders back against the tree to get comfortable and realized as I did that the position pushed my breasts up against my shirtfront. Buster’s eyes were on my breasts and he was holding a sandwich part way to his mouth when I glanced at him to see if he had noticed. I pretended not to notice his stare. I peeked at his lap and saw a bulge where there hadn’t been one when he first sat down. Just then he bent the knee of the leg closest to me effectively cutting off my view of his crotch.
I took a bottle of lemonade out of the small cooler and opened it. The outside was wet from being suspended in ice water and as I took a long drink I felt the water drip onto my chest. It made the t-shirt transparent in the spots that soaked up the liquid and my lacy bra showed through. Buster turned his head away and I saw him surreptitiously rearrange the crotch of his jeans when he thought I wasn’t watching. His leg remained bent and he balanced his lemonade on his knee as we ate. The water from the bottle ran down his leg darkening the fabric as it absorbed the moisture. I couldn’t help glancing at it and wondering if he liked the feel of the cold, wet fabric against his thigh. It was very hot even in the shade and we both sat without even trying to make conversation.
When I finished my sandwich I took a peach from the collection of fruit Mrs. Layne had included in our lunch. It was warm and I felt the juice run down my chin as I bit into it. This time when I looked at Buster he didn’t look away. His eyes followed the juice down to where it met the collar of my t-shirt. When he looked up into my brown eyes, his were hot and I could tell he was as aroused as I was. I took a paper towel and blotted the side of my lemonade bottle to get it damp so I could wash away the stickiness of the peach juice. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against the tree. When I stroked the towel down my neck, I heard Buster groan. My eyes opened and he was kneeling in front of me.
“Let me,” he said and his hands clasped my shoulders. He pulled me up and his lips brushed my chin. Then I felt his warm tongue following the trail of juice down my neck.
