"Oh, Caleb, you are a fast learner," she panted, pushing his hand away from her crotch and extracting his finger from her dripping slot.
"What, what's wrong? What did I do?" he cried in dismay. He didn't know exactly where all the kissing and fingering was leading, but he could almost hear the crashing cataract of his Niagara, and he desperately wanted to see it for himself.
"Nothing, not a thing, sweetie, you're wonderful, " she reassured him. "That just wasn't going to get me where I wanted to be, is all; it's time to try something else."
Her words afforded him little relief. He slumped on his little bench of straw and looked dejected because he was just beginning to get the hang of things and was feeling pretty proud of himself when she stopped him so abruptly. He cast his eyes downward in embarrassment and felt that some how, in his ignorance, he had failed to please her.
She smiled knowingly, and snapped him out of his misery with an abrupt command.
"Take off your shirt."
"What?" he gulped glancing up in surprise.
"Take off your shirt, so I can sit on it, Caleb; I think that straw would be pretty scratchy on my bare skin, don't you?"
Oh, Lord, she was right about that, he nodded emphatically; damn hay on sweaty skin like hers would make her itch all the way to Florida and back. He began tugging at the tails of his shirt, trying to extract them from the waist of his pants, and she stepped toward him, reaching over his shoulders to grasp his shirt from the back. He tugged and she pulled, and after a brief struggle, because the material was clinging to his wet skin pretty tightly, she succeeded in pulling the shirt over his head and off his arms.
"Whew, brother," she teased him, while she shook out his shirt and spread it on the ledge beside him. "You sure don't like having your clothes taken off, do you?"
He was about to protest and defend himself, when she laughed and bent to kiss him on the mouth again. He was prepared this time and ready for her, and when her lips touched his, his tongue sprang into her mouth seeking her tongue with feverish darting that signaled to her the spreading flames of his ardor. He reached up for her and ran his fingers through her hair and urged her to kiss him harder. Her fingers slipped from his shoulders to the expanse of his chest, spreading, sliding across his flesh in the heated wetness of his perspiration and circling his nipples with her fingertips. They tantalized each other with tongues and lips and fingers for a few moments, but then she broke away with a gasp.
"Oh, man, you're turning my knees to jelly," she moaned. "If I don't sit down, I'm gonna fall down."
"OK…" he began agreeably, but she had already turned around and was sitting down beside him with the full, rounded cheeks of her ass right in the middle of his shirt.
She grinned seductively at him and crooked her finger, saying "Come here, big boy."
He leaned toward her, pursing his lips to resume kissing where he had left off, but she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away with a throaty laugh.
"Stand up and come over here between my legs," she said, moving her knees apart to make room for him to stand.
She was sitting, leaning back with her arms behind her, and she watched him bounce up off the ledge and quickly position himself between her legs. She squinted and moved her head around like she couldn't see him hardly at all in the dim light, and looked him up and down for a minute. He was feeling perplexed and a little self-conscious, since he didn't know what she expected him to do next, when he noticed her looking at the bulge in the front of his pants.
"My, my, Caleb, what ever could that be making your pants stick out like that?" she said with a sly smile.
"Oh," he gasped, recoiling in embarrassment. His hands flew to his crotch as he modestly tried to conceal his erection.
"Don't hide it," she coaxed him sympathetically, while prying his hands away to uncover his bulge.
He let her place his hands at his sides and closed his eyes while he endured her inspection. The pressure of her eyes on him was excruciating, and he wanted more than anything to bolt, flee, run like the wind through the fields behind the barn and hide until she had left, but her voice, gentle and seductively suggestive, held him rooted, as it were, to the spot.
She reached toward him with one hand and supported herself with the other. Her fingers touched his chest and burned him like tiny torches as they trailed down his belly toward his belt.
"My goodness, just look at you, Caleb Montcastle," she whistled admiringly, and he squeezed his eyes even tighter.
"I think you have something down there for me, don't you?" she said without touching him, and heavy beads of sweat began trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.
He gulped, swallowing his answer, and felt a rush of crimson in his cheeks.
"Is all that just for me, Caleb?" she asked in a whisper, and he felt her fingers brush his thigh through his pant leg.
He gulped again and bit his lip and felt the pressure of her fingers climbing on his leg.
"Is your dick all stiff and hard for me, baby?" she asked with the answer pointing her straight in the face.
His face glowed with his shame, and he turned his head away from her, because erections were something you weren't supposed to let anyone see.
His shyness thrilled her, of course, and wetted her appetite for him all the more. Her hand drifted upward on his leg, and she could feel his thigh muscles twitching anxiously.
"It's alright, baby," she whispered reassuringly. "You're supposed to be like that. I'd be disappointed if you weren't, because it would make me think I was ugly, or something." "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever known," he muttered adoringly without looking toward her.
"I think you really mean it," she smiled tenderly as her hand found him and her fingers pressed into his strength.
He gave a sharp intake of breath when she touched him, and his heart leapt into his throat. Her fingers moved over him with practiced ease, like she had done it a thousand times before, stroking, caressing him through his pants, and he trembled with excitement.
"My, my, my, Caleb," she said with a surprised, sultry chuckle as her fingers traced the rigid ridge of his manhood to its tip. "I think you've grown up some since we were here two years ago. You were just a kid then, but I do believe you've become a man while I was gone."
His cock throbbed to her touch despite the pang of recollected misery he felt at the mention of her last visit. Oh my, how he had wanted her to notice him then, he recalled, but she had ignored him, treated him like he didn't exist, and he spent the entire two days feeling as though he was invisible to her.
"Ooo, it's so big and so hard," she said stroking him through his pants.
He wobbled unsteadily and chewed his lip while she fondled him. His hands worked themselves frantically at his sides; his finger kneaded his palms like he was milking a goat, and all the while his mind was dissolving in the wonder of her touch.
She pressed her palms together, sandwiching his thick shaft between them and massaged him suggestively. Her knees spread wider as she pulled him closer to her, and she hooked him behind the legs with her ankles so he couldn't run. She held him tightly and teased him with her palms and fingertips, and his erection grew under her touch.
"I know what you want, Caleb," she whispered excitedly when she felt his cock jerk. "You want me to take your big cock out and let you fuck me, don't you?"
