Passion In James County IX
Indiscretions
By D.C. Roi
Chapter six
The alarm roused Melissa Singleton early the next morning. She sat up in bed, at first confused because Tom wasn't lying next to her, then the memory of the fight they'd had the night before flashed through her waking mind. She forced the upset out of her thoughts and got out of bed. She'd see her husband at breakfast and they'd get this silliness straightened out.
Standing in the shower a few minutes later, soaping herself, she realized the soapy wash cloth sliding over her skin made her body tingle. "See!" she told herself, "You can take care of your own needs. If Tom wants to act like a jerk, let him!" She shuddered. She wasn't used to thinking things like this, and besides, it wouldn't be a problem, she was sure she and her husband would be able to get things straightened out over breakfast.
She got dressed, then she went down to have breakfast. She found a note from Tom saying he'd gone to get a truckload of feed for the horses. It looked as if working on their problems would have to wait. After she finished breakfast, Melissa headed to the barn to begin doing the daily chores.
Melissa tried to think of some reason why her Tom had suddenly started acting so strangely. The fact that he'd experienced some problems performing sexually the night before did bother her, but she was sure they could work that out. Their sex life had always been wonderful. What upset her were his angry words, demeaning words. He said things to her the night before he'd never before said.
As she neared the barn, she became aware there was a vague, disconcerting feeling inside her, an aching kind of warmth that was pleasant, yet left her a bit on edge. She wasn't sure exactly what the feeling was, or why she was feeling it.
Mitch was already hard at work when Melissa arrived at the barn.
He looked up at her and smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Singleton. Where's the truck?" he asked. "I was supposed to go and get a load of feed today."
"Tom apparently decided to go and get it," Melissa told him. "He left early."
"Oh," Mitch said, puzzled. Tom Singleton had asked him to go for the feed the day before, shortly after he got home from his trip. Now it turns out he went himself. Oh, well, he was the boss. Mitch shrugged and went back to work. There was plenty to do, so he might as well get it done.
Melissa worked alongside Mitch, occasionally glancing at him. She realized he was quite handsome and wondered if he had a girlfriend. She started currying one of the horses while Mitch was raking old hay out of the same stall.
Try as she would, Melissa couldn't keep her eyes off Mitch. She saw the way his muscles moved as he raked. "You know..." she thought, "...I never noticed before, but Mitch really does have a good body!" She continued to scan the man's body with her peripheral vision. At one point, her eyes fell on the bulge at his crotch. "Look at that!" she thought. "My God! It looks like he's hung like a horse!"
She stopped what she was doing and straightened up, shaken that she was having lewd thoughts about Mitch. She realized her hands were shaking. "What's the matter with me?" she thought, her mind racing. "What is wrong with me?"
The curry-comb fell from her trembling hands, and when she went to pick it up, she lost her balance. Mitch was working close to her, so she grabbed hold of him to keep from falling and wound up clinging to his muscular arm. The sensations she experienced from touching him were so startling that she pulled her hand away as if she'd touched a hot stove.
"I...I'm sorry, Mitch," she said, then bent to pick up the curry-comb.
"Melissa's really acting strange today," Mitch mused. He looked at her and saw that her face was red and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. "And so is Tom. I wonder if they had a fight or something."
That wasn't all that was going through Mitch's mind, or body. The contact of Melissa's hand on his arm had an unexpected effect on him. He began to get a hard-on. He spread his legs a bit to be more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. Sure, he had a crush on Melissa, but she had no idea how he felt, nor did she seem to care. From what he'd seen since he came to work here, she was madly in love with her husband.
Melissa saw the uncomfortable look on the hired man's face and wondered what was wrong. Then she realized the bulge in his jeans had grown larger. "My God!" she thought, her heart pounding, "He...he's got an erection! It...it looks...huge! It...it's swelling...it's liable...what if it pops out of his jeans?"
She wiped her forehead. For some reason, it had gotten very hot in the barn and she was sweating a lot more than she usually did. "I...I wonder what it looks like?" Lascivious thoughts continued to swirl through her mind. "What would it feel like? What..."
"Mrs. Singleton," Mitch said, startling her back to reality, "Are you all right? You look a little flushed. You sure you feel OK?"
"Oh...yes...I...ah...I'm sorry, Mitch," Melissa stammered. "I...maybe I'm coming down with something. I think I'll go up to the house and get something to drink." She had to get away from him so she could get herself under control.
"Is there anything I can do?" Mitch asked.
"No...thank you, Mitch," Melissa said. She turned and started for the house.
A short while later, Melissa sat at the kitchen table, mopping her face with a cool, damp cloth. "What on earth is wrong with me today?" she thought. "I...I was leering at Mitch! Staring at his crotch! Look at the state I've got myself in! My God! I'm a grown woman, not some empty-headed teenager! I'm old enough to know better than to do something like that!"
She decided it might be best if she worked in the house and stayed away from Mitch for the remainder of the day. But it didn't help. As she did her housework, memories of Mitch's bulging crotch kept flashing in her mind. "It looked so big!" she thought. "I...I never realized how muscular Mitch is, or how handsome! I wonder what it would be like to...My God! What's wrong with me? I'm acting like some foolish teen-ager again! I'm a married woman! I have to stop thinking like this!"
She continued doing her housework. "What I really need is a cold shower, a stiff drink, or both!" she thought. She got out the vacuum cleaner, plugged it in, and turned it on. "Or a stiff dick!" Try as she would, her mind just wouldn't stop dwelling on sex. Or Mitch.
Mitch continued to suffer the effects of his unexpected contact with Melissa the rest of the morning and through lunchtime. Finally, knowing he had to do something about his state, he walked into the tack room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the diner.