Passion In James County IX
Indiscretions
By D.C. Roi
Chapter twenty-three
Many miles from Jamestown, some interesting developments were happening on a modern horse farm owned by Dr. Michael Margulies. Linda Margulies, the doctor's wife, convinced her husband she needed someone to help with farm chores. He finally gave in and said she could hire someone.
Linda personally interviewed the applicants and selected Micky Williams. He was eighteen and had been working on a farm belonging to relatives ever since his parents died in a car crash when he was sixteen. He had been there six months and, it turned out, was an excellent choice. He was polite, worked hard, and neither swore nor did drugs.
Linda's two kids, Michael, Jr., age 5, and Marsha, age 6, considered Micky their big brother and adored him. He returned their affection and had become almost a member of the family.
When she began to look for a hired man, Linda intended to have the person she hired sleep in an area of the barn they had converted into an apartment. But instead, she gave Micky a room in the house.
Micky was a bulky youth with curly red hair, brown eyes, and an easy smile. He teased a lot, which hid from Linda the fact that he had a crush on her. He thought his employer, a slim, pretty woman with a head of wildly curled light brown hair, was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. He fell asleep every night enjoying fantasies about her, fantasies he was sure would never become reality.
On Friday morning, Micky worked in the barn while Linda and the kids went swimming in the farm's big pond. The young man stacked hay on the second floor of the barn. It was warm in the hayloft, but he didn't mind. He had a clear view of his gorgeous employer from the door in the loft where the hay elevator dumped. It was warm, and he took frequent breaks, during which he watched Mrs. M, as he called his boss, while she laid on a blanket watching her kids play in the water.
The view was excellent, too. Mrs. M. had on an extremely scanty yellow spandex bikini with little daisies for trimming. The suit had a negligible bottom, which displayed most of her firm buttocks and the top consisted mainly of two small triangles of cloth held over her breasts with thin straps.
At one point, Micky glanced out the loft door and saw a car coming up the driveway. Mrs. M sat up, looked at the car, then looked at the kids, who were splashing each other in the cool water of the pond. "Kids, come on, your grandparents are here," he heard Linda call. The two children raced out of the water and greeted the two older people who stepped out of the car.
All of the people disappeared into the house, disappointing the young man, who continued working. A short while later, the people emerged from the house again. The kids, carrying small suitcases, dashed to the car and climbed into the back seat.
Micky, leaning against the door jamb, watched, his employer, who had put a pair of cutoff jeans over her swimsuit bottom, give the older man and woman a hug and a kiss. The two older people got in the car and it moved back down the driveway. "I forgot the kids were going to their grandparents'," he thought as he tossed another bale of hay up onto the pile he was building to make room for the new hay which was due to be delivered in a few weeks.
After the car was out of sight, Linda walked across the farmyard, into the barn, and looked up into the hayloft. "Micky, what are you doing?" she called.
"Ah...I...I'm up here, Mrs. M. I'm stacking hay to make room for the stuff that's coming," the young man replied.
Linda started climbing up the ladder to the hayloft. "Micky, you work entirely too hard," she commented as she ascended the ladder. "You should have taken a break and gone swimming with the kids."
"Yeah, I guess," the boy replied. He couldn't keep from looking at his employer's lovely body as she gracefully stepped off the ladder onto the floor of the hayloft. "But this needs to be done, you know? I'm not sure when they're bringing the hay and it will be a lot more work if we have to stack it downstairs then bring it up here."
"Can I help?" Linda asked. She brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. "God, it's hot up here. Look at you, you're all sweaty."
"Yeah, it is kinda hot," Micky replied, "but you gotta do stuff when it's time, you know? You can't do this in the winter when its cooler, there's no hay then."
Linda took a pair of gloves out of the hip pocket of her cutoffs and slipped them over her slim hands. "If I'd known how much work having a horse farm was before we bought this place," she said, "I think I'd have asked my husband to build us a hamster farm instead."
Micky laughed. "Yeah, hamsters would be a lot less work," he said. "But you can't ride them."
"I guess," Linda said. "But they make a lot less manure, and a bale of hay would last a year."
"Yeah, right," Micky laughed. "If you want to help, why don't you get up there on that pile of bales over there. I'll hand the bales up to you and you can stack them." He was thrilled that his employer had come out to the barn to help him, and even more thrilled that she was wearing only the shorts and top from her swimsuit. He did find her outfit more than a little distracting. He watched carefully as his lovely boss climbed up on the hay bales. "God, is she ever beautiful!" he thought.
They worked for quite a while and the pile grew and grew. They were almost done when Linda lost her balance reaching for a hay bale Micky was handing up to her. "Ohhh!" she moaned when she felt herself falling. The next thing she knew, she was lying atop Micky.
When his boss toppled onto him and he felt her warm, bare flesh come in contact with his, the young man immediately realized he had a problem. She moved, struggling to get off him, and he felt his penis begin to stiffen. He twisted his hips to the side to get into a position where his boss wouldn't feel his erection. The last thing he wanted was for her to get angry with him.
