When Ray woke up, he was momentarily confused, as he was non plussed by the sight of his surroundings. Then realization started to hit him: he'd had sex, and he had deflowered Vivian Laaning the night before. He was in the hay loft having slept on the makeshift bed, that Vivian had previously prepared for her first sexual intercourse. Ray's face broke into an infectious smile as he recalled vividly all of the delectable moments of that exquisite sexual encounter. Then he looked around but Vivian was not there; certainly not now next to him as he last remembered her location before he fell asleep.
As there was significant light infiltrating the insides of the barn, it occurred to Ray that Vivian must have awakened and was now engaged in her morning milking chores. He glanced at his watch which he had deposited in his shoes when undressing; and discovered it was 5:50 (AM) confirming his suspicion that she must be up and attending to her milking chores.
He got up and walked to the edge of the loft and peered down. Sure enough he saw that Vivian was in the process of milking one of the four cows. She was naked except for rubber boots on her feet! Apparently she had been in such a hurry to commence, and finish her chores that she considered dressing a superfluous activity, except for the donning of the boots. But her nudity was not what enchanted Ray. Instead the way she was milking the cows was what paradoxically excited him sexually.
He witnessed Vivian milking in an unorthodox fashion. She was resting her head sideways with her temple pressed alongside against the cow's flank. Normally most milkers when manually milking a cow would press their foreheads on the animal so as to better manage the chore. Vivian's eyes were closed like one quietly lost in meditation. As she was in this fashion milking the cow, the sun chancing to be on the milking-side shone flat upon her pink nude body. The light of the sun shining upon her profile rendered a keen cameo in sharp contrast from the drab background of the cow and the barn. Her fiery copper red hair with the sun shining on it, provided a truly exotic, and a dream like quality to the scene he was beholding.
She did not know Ray had awakened and was watching her. The stillness of her head and features was remarkable; she might have been in a trance. She must have been or at least in a different world; since when her eyes opened they were clearly unseeing. Nothing in his sight moved except the cow's tail swishing and Vivian's pink hands squeezing the cows teats. The latter movement was so natural as to be a rhythmic pulsation only, as if they were obeying a reflex stimulus, like a beating heart.
Discounting Vivian's nakedness, there would really be nothing remarkable in this barnyard scene to an indifferent eye. Perhaps the only interesting aspect to a casual observer would be to note that it is not too common nowadays for cows to be milked manually, and rarely by a teenager in any case. Otherwise the scene would not be noteworthy. However for Ray the juxtaposition of Vivian's required concentration of her task, to her seemingly displayed obliviousness of her surroundings, made the scene breathtakingly exciting, exotic and surprisingly erotic. Curiously her nudity was only incidental to his formulation of erotic thought; as he would have been just as aroused had she been fully clothed.
He could not take her eyes off her; he was frozen to the spot. He could not breathe, and it felt to him like he actually had not taken a breath since he spotted the naked Vivian in this remarkable tableau. Intellectually, he would have been aware that he must have been breathing, but his conscious mind could not register the occurrence of such activity. However Ray could sense that his penis had hardened and enlarged to copulation ready size. His male animal instincts urged him to take her immediately but the judicious part of his subconscious mind cautioned him against an impetuous attack.
And so Ray remained riveted to his spot completely enchanted by what he was seeing. He almost believed he must be dreaming, and not actually experiencing real time in the real world. He had the impression that he, and all that he saw, were in a levitating scene nestled in the clouds far above the surface of the earth.
Although Ray was satisfied in merely being a voyeur and content to have the scene continue indefinitely, naturally there was an inevitable ending. Vivian stopped milking when the cow was done. The realization that Vivian had finished her chores snapped Ray out of his stupor, and he swung into action as his animal lust was now in full control. He quickly descended from the hay loft, and rushed at Vivian in his bare feet, unmindful of the rough surfaces of the barn floor.
Vivian had only been able to move the pail of milk next to the steel travel milk container, before she became aware of Ray's approaching presence. She turned around to face the aggressively advancing Ray Gainer, and quickly put down the said pail of milk realizing that she was apparently not going to be able to finish her milking chores just yet. She gasped!...her only audible reaction, as Ray picked her up, swung her over his shoulders, and carried her off. She was draped over him like a caveman's prize! Her primary mental reaction was a sense of wonderment that he was strong enough to transport her in such fashion. She was not a dainty female, but Ray was a brute who seemingly effortlessly hauled Vivian to the bedroom area of the barn.
Ray had not had the benefit of a prior tour of the barn to apprise him of all its features. However, given his agricultural know-how, he was able to unerringly march to Vivian's living quarters of the edifice, without pause. For her part Vivian during this trip had the presence of mind to efficiently shake her feet to cause her rubber boots to drop to the ground so as to prevent any unnecessary impediment to the action, that Ray was obviously planning. Those boots were overlarge for Vivian anyway, so that she was able to easily accomplish this preliminary task.
Ray had no problem entering Vivian's barnyard bedroom. As he got to the bed, he unceremoniously dumped Vivian to the bed, to land on her back spread-eagled upon the mattress. Before she could catch another breath, Ray was on top of her and mechanically impaled her with his penis again, without any manual assistance. Vivian could only emit an "Oof!" sound upon realization that she was impaled by his cock. But there was no pain for her despite the absence of any preparatory foreplay. The ride on his shoulder leaving no doubt as to what was in store for her was sufficient enough to lubricate her vagina to easily accommodate his animal lust.
And oh my! Was the coitus ever so intense! No longer a virgin, Vivian later reflected with pride how quickly she had adapted to sexual experience. She wrapped her legs around his torso and clung to his body for dear life. She grunted at every thrust; each grunt delivered by a most unfeminine cadence. In her mind Vivian knew that she was not being demure or decorous, but she could not ward off or stem her involuntary vocalizations. Instinctively, though, she suspected that Ray would not tend to complain of her noises.
Sure enough, Vivian's grunting exponentially increased Ray's sexual joy. His lust was primeval, and her grunting fed his fantasy. And he was soon ejaculating; expelling spurt after spurt of his copious amount of semen into her vagina. A wave of warm, wonderful sensations coursed throughout his body as he was climaxing.
As for Vivian she was experiencing a full blown tide of euphoria. She screamed out her orgasm as it was her only outlet of relief from the intense sensations. She was completely overwhelmed, and once she could stop screaming, she was panting fiercely as if she just had finished an all out intense sprint race. They separated to rest side by side on their backs reveling in their mutual afterglow.
