A New Start

I was ecstatic on the drive home. I would have a week to hide and set up the cameras. This would be too easy.

I made it home just as Brad was pulling out. "The greenhouses are all up. I will order the machines to come install the telephone poles. I will pick up the lights for the poles on my way in tomorrow. I will be a bit late." Brad stated after he pulled his truck up next to mine.

I could see the long white greenhouses had been set up.

"The fans work on a thermostat. The water lines are set up. I even got electricity set up. You just need to figure out what you are planting, where, and then we can just run everything. Easy peesy." Brad stated with a smile.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow." I stated smiling wide.

I parked my SUV and checked out Brad's work. All up, all secure, and in record time. The soil inside was separated on tow sides with a row down the middle to walk. Just wide enough for a wheelbarrow too. This wasn't his first time setting these up. The water lines and electrical box were just inside the end wall. He had built a door on one end and had two windows built on the other end. The walls were made of 2x4's and chipboard. I will paint them soon. That was an easy job I could do and not screw up.

Only being in the greenhouses for 20 minutes and I was starting to sweat. The sun was going down but had been shining on the long plastic tunnels for a while now. I could imagine they would be 120 degrees here if you sealed it all up. Not good for plants. But it would be like a sauna.

My body had fully recovered. I felt great for the first time in a while. I will go for a run tonight.

I walked inside and made some dinner. Eggs, potatoes, onions, and peppers. It was like a Denver omelet but scrambled up. I was naked during the cooking. Like I said earlier. The moment I'm alone in my house. My clothes hit the floor. It was 7pm. I ate my food like always. Naked on the porch.

The days were getting shorter. I had already noticed we lost a few minutes every few nights.

Watching the neighbors finish up their work. All the tractors and vehicles were headed back to the barns and the house. It was like having an ant farm. I couldn't see what they were doing. But I liked watching them move around here and there.

I wanted to get started a bit early on my run. I needed to be up early to pick up the deliveries from the post office. I had not gone today as I thought I would.

The light was softening. The colors were more yellow and gold then white. I stepped outside naked except for my running shoes as I stretched. I would run north. Turn back then run south. 15 miles or there abouts.

I started off slowly. My feet felt fine. The pads of my heel felt fine. I picked up the pace after mile 2. By the time I got to mile 5. I was in full stretch. Kicking hard and trying to make my legs look as long as Maya's had been in my dream.

It was now totally black. Night had fallen. But the minimal light cast off of the moon made everything glow. Including my white body. I had given up hope on a full body tan for this year. It just never seemed to work out. I turned around at the last post and headed back home.

I was in my zone. The naked running zone. I felt my pussy juice on my thighs. Drip after drip. I wanted to stop and have an orgasm. My pussy wanted me to stop and play with it. But I was in control. The longer I waited the better it would be. In no time I was back at the house. But I kept going. Past the pole with my first camera as I headed south.

In no time at all I was at the last post. I thought I was seeing things. But a small light was bobbing through the bushes. 400 yards ahead? Off of my property. But it was headed this way. Dog walkers? I thought.

Either way. I didn't want to get caught. I turned around and picked up the pace. Back home I was curious as to the light. I turned off all the house lights and went upstairs. Still naked, covered in sweat and dirt, my shoes still on my feet.

In my bedroom where no one could see me I huddled around my smartphone. The camera on the pole outside was up and running. I was watching the live view. My nose nearly touched the screen, I was so focused. For an hour. Nothing. I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight.

I guess I wasn't going to bed early tonight.

Then I saw her. She was creeping through the new greenhouses. She was dressed all in black clothes. Or at least that's what the night vision showed. It could have been green or brown. But who really cared?

She stopped at the greenhouses. She was watching the house closely. No lights on. No naked yoga tonight. She crept up to the porch. In my little green garden area. It was where she watched me last time. Her head bobbed a round as she peeked inside.

No one moving. No one home. Nothing going on. After an hour of waiting, she crept away. Back the way she came. I lost track of her as the camera did not tilt or move.

Once I was satisfied, she was gone. I took a shower. The dirt had dried. The sweat had stopped. But I was horny none the less. I took care of it in the shower. A short rub of my clit and I had a standing orgasm. The second in a week. Not my usual way. But it worked.

I made sure to sneak downstairs, keep the lights off, grab a granola bar and protein shake before sneaking back upstairs. I ate, drank, and went to sleep.

Again. No dreams. But also, no nightmares.

I woke up before Brad was making any noise. I then recalled he would be a bit late. He was picking up some flood lights for the poles. How nice of him.

Well breakfast and some stretching were in order. My feet felt fine. I used a massage roller on them as I ate at the table. After a few hours I heard Brad drive up. I helped him unload the lights and asked if he would drive back into town to help me pick up my bicycles.

"Sure. Sorry I didn't know you needed anything from the post office. I was just there." Brad stated with a smile.

"No worry." I advised him as I climbed in his truck.

Brad had a dirty job. He was always covered in dirt, grease, oil, gasoline, and sometimes cow shit. But his truck. Inside was brand new. The leather. It looked brand new. The outside was dirty, dusty, and had not been washed in weeks.

Brad laughed at the look on my face as I sat down.

"Yes. I like to keep things clean. Neat and orderly. Haven't you seen your shop, toolbox, and stuff. I don't leave anything lying around or out of place." Brad stated as he drove off.

Brad had worked for me for a few months now. I knew very little about him. But he was referred to my by quite a few people. Supposedly the best ranch manager and maintenance man around. He wasn't cheap either.

At the post office Brad picked up the boxes and loaded them in his truck. The bicycles were not light. Then there was a third box with accessories. The extra batteries. Brad had guessed wrong. He went to pick the third box up. Thinking it would be lighter. Nope. The look on his face made me crack up.

"Did you order rocks?" Brad asked with a groan.

I laughed a bit as he turned to load the last box. Brad had a killer body. But he was short. Not usually my type. He was stocky like a wrestler. His muscular hands, forearms, and body. I had a good view of his butt. It flexed as he lifted the heavy box up to the truck.

I knew I was eying him up like I had done with Maya. But who cared? Brad turned around to see my eyes on his ass. He gave me a wink. Closed the tailgate and climbed in the truck.

I knew my face was red as I climbed in the passenger side. "You getting lonely out here all by yourself? I never seen you at the bar, the restaurants, or anything in town." Brad asked with a small grin on his face.

"No. Not lonely. Just looking for some peace and quiet. I lived in a big city. Lots of noise, partying, and late nights. I had months of bad experiences working for my last company. I sued. I won. I'm using the money to avoid that life and those people for good." I explained. Giving Brad a bit of my back story.

"Well good for you. I hope you take them to the cleaners. But what I meant is. Me and some other guys dance at the bar. Line dancing on Wednesday nights. There aren't many people around here. Especially no new people except you. You would be welcome new blood." Brad explained slowly as we pulled into my ranch.

"Dancing. Country dancing? I will check to see what I have got to wear. My cowboy boots kill my feet." I advised.

"You didn't break them in properly then." Brad laughed.

"Nope. I have worn them 4 times. And each time I regret it." I laughed back.

"Ha. Yeah. I can help you with that. But it takes a few days." Brad stated while he chuckled to himself. I felt a bit uneasy when he laughed at his own inside joke.

At the garage we unloaded the bicycles. "Two?" Brad asked.

"Yeah. I plan to ride up into the hills behind the ranch. To take pictures and kind of go on mini adventures. The spare one is for you or someone else to go with me. If they want." I explained. Trying not to tell him that I was planning on naked adventures and if I crashed and broke a leg. The second bike was for him to come rescue me.

"Why not just take the ATV's?" Brad asked as we unboxed everything and laid it out on the concrete floor.

"They are noisy. Smelly. They leave big tracks, and they are so big." I explained.

"Yeah. But they are safer. These little things catch fire sometimes. Or at least I heard it." Brad stated as he held up the frame of one of the bikes in his hand.

I unwrapped the batteries and took each one to a different electrical plug. They would take a few hours to charge before they were ready. Brad had the bikes assembled in minutes. He laughed at how simple they were. But also, very sturdy. I liked the storage basket on the front and the rack that attached over the back wheel. For stuff.

After everything was accounted for. I sat down and read the manuals. Pretty simple. Power from the batteries runs the motors. There is a thumb switch on the right handlebar. Push farther and it goes faster. There is a manual on and off switch. The batteries sit along the main frame of the bike and are secured in place with a bunch of switches.

The add-on solar panels come in a hardcase that attaches to the side of the rack. Wires included so I could park the bike in the sun, lay out the panels, and charge it up. The bike could hold 300 lbs. My medium sized body plus 10 or 20 pounds of gear. It would be no problem at all.

What should I take with me though? Beach towel, water, snacks, sunscreen...

Brad went back to work. He assembled the flood lights and prepared the conduit with wires for when the telephone poles would be installed. He even drove the ditch chainsaw digger out to the locations and dug all the trenches. A foot wide and 3 feet deep. The poles and machine would be there tomorrow.

I was hungry and ran inside for lunch. I walked around thinking about the line dancing. It was tomorrow. I laid out a nice country inspired dress that went to mid-thigh. A corset to wear over it. But an under bust corset. Not a full one. That would suffocate me as I tried to dance. Some jewelry that went with it all. But lastly were the boots. I glared at them knowing how uncomfortable they were.

After finishing my lunch, I walked out to Brad carrying the boots but wearing my normal shoes.

"So. How do I break them in?" I asked handing them to Brad.

Brad wiped his face with a multicolored handkerchief and then walked to the garage. He filled up a bucket of water. Placed the leather boots in and I nearly screamed. "Don't worry. The leather and soles are made for water. This is how everyone breaks them in. Take off your shoes and socks." Brad instructed.

I was wearing tight sexy jeans and not prepared for wearing boots. So, I sat down and pulled my shoes and socks off.

Once thoroughly soaked with water Brad set the boots on the ground. He had me step into them and the water overflowed out of the tops. I stood there looking like an idiot as he returned with two towels and a roll of duct tape.

He wrapped the towels around the top of the boots and then wound duct tape around the them. Taping them to my legs but also not getting duct tape on the leather. After both were secured to my legs but not too tight to hurt, he told me "Walk around."

I did. Slowly at first until he was laughing. "You need to treat them like high heels. Walk on the balls of your feet. Don't let your heel hit so hard and don't walk flat footed."

After a bit of practice and walking like I was in high heels they felt a bit better. "How do you know what its like or how to walk in high heels?" I asked.

"Oh. I've been around." Brad stated smiling.

"Now wear them until the leather dries out. Then you can take them off. They will be broken in and more comfortable then anything you got." Brad stated as he walked away.

"All day, all night, and all day again?" I asked or pleaded.

"Yeah. Sleep in them too. Your sheets may be a bit dirty after, but your boots will be broken in the right way." Brad stated as he kept walking away.

All I could think was "Damn. No naked running tonight."

Brad returned to his chores while I did my best to walk around in the soaking wet boots. I had not planned on having boots attached to my feet for two days or be stuck wearing these skintight sexy jeans for two days without a reprieve.

The next few hours were bothersome. I felt like I was bow legged and my ankles were strapped into metal braces. Brad waved goodbye as he headed out and told me to "Keep moving in them. Walk all night if you have to."

Move all night? Well, that was an option now that I thought of it. I went inside to make dinner. More vegetables and a bit of rice. Hopefully I keep this up. My sexy tight jeans wouldn't be so tight in a month or so. But I had an idea to keep moving.

The moment Brad left I ripped off my shirt and bra. Topless in jeans and cowboy boots I was free to walk around in my house. I had been checking out my look in the mirror and even took a few pictures (for myself. Not for the internet).

Instead of looking for Yoga or Pilates workouts on my television. I looked for country western dances and line dancing practice. I may even learn a few routines that would help me out the next day. There were dozens of line dances with funny names. But I started out slow. A woman in a short skirt, boots, and a plaid shirt broke down a hundred or so dance combinations. 4 or 5 steps at a time. I repeated them over and over.

I had to take a break a few times and sit down. The sun had gone down a bit ago and my feet were a bit sore. But not as bad as any of the previous times when I had worn the boots. As I sat there flipping through the next line dancing routine, I heard the *creek creek creek* again from my old wooden porch. Was Maya back watching me?

I pulled out my phone and logged onto the camera. Yep. There she was. Dressed in black as usual and standing in my garden. She was 10 feet behind me. I rewound the footage to see she had showed up about 10 minutes ago. I was dancing, kicking, and jumping around. Topless in jeans. Having fun.

She was peeping on me. Watching me as I was naked the few nights ago and now topless tonight. I decided to put on a show. I would give her something to watch. I put down my phone and clicked on "The sexiest line dance routines." It was a list of 12 short routines with lots of ass shaking, boob shaking, and shimmy more like R&B or rap then country. But I was determined to show it off.

The first routine was a bit hard. Lots of wiggling, shaking, and shimmying. But after a few failed attempts I got into it. More and more. Routine after routine. 2 hours later I was gassed. I was tired. My body was sweating as much if not more than when I was running outside. Maybe for the lack of a breeze. It was a bit warm and stifling in the house. I sat down on my couch. My naked back showing to the peeping Maya while I caught my breath.

Every couple of routines I checked my phone. Maya was there. Unmoving and watching. It was now 11pm and I was tired. I shut it all down, went to the kitchen, and did a few steps and turns on the tile floor. I prepared a snack before twirling down the hallway and up the stairs.

I turned off all the lights. Locked all the doors and I was safely upstairs. Once out of sight my eyes were glued to my cell phone. How long would Maya stay? Would she change her plans and try to come inside? Or would she just peep and leave as usual?

About 20 minutes went by and without me coming back downstairs it looked like Maya had become bored. She walked around to the east side of the house. Looking into the kitchen area through the windows. Satisfied I would not be coming back down, she crept through the same shadows she used to approach. Between the greenhouses she left again and out of sight.

I went to the bathroom, pulled down my tight jeans and mopped up all my sweat and juices. I guess I liked performing topless for Maya. Because I was soaked. But I held back. I only masturbated after running nude. I would need to wait a day or two for release.

The boots were a bit less soaked with water. But not even close to dry yet. I put down a few old towels on my bed as I laid down to go to sleep. I wasn't that tired, but I fell asleep rather quickly.

My dreams. Were good ones. I was naked except for my cowboy boots. Line dancing, strutting, and shimmying around a massive country western bar. Men and women were watching me naked. Dancing. They pointed, they laughed, they took pictures. I had lots of men and women come up to me and ask to dance with me. I was wrapped in their arms, dancing, grinding, and having the greatest of time. The last gentleman that approached me. Was Brad! A huge smile on his face as he got closer and closer. His eyes looking me up and down. From my naked pussy, legs soaked with juices, and up to my exposed D cup tits.

Then I woke up. My heart is pounding. Fuck!

My hand snaked down my jeans and verified. Yep. Soaked. Panties, jeans, and thighs. It looked like I got wet. Off to the bathroom to dry off as I heard Brad outside working. It was 9am. I slept in a bit. Loud machines heard in the distance. It was the telephone pole installations machine and crew. After soaking up all my fluids, I put on a shirt, with a bra and headed outside to see how it was going.

Brad saw me and asked about the boots. I was walking a bit more normally as I showed them off. "Well, if you want them dry by tonight. You will need to spend most of the day in the sun. Even a bit wet. They should work for tonight." Brad advised as he wiped his face with his handkerchief a bit.

"Well, I had planned on wearing a skirt. I don't want to cut these jeans off." I laughed while describing what I was going to wear.

"Well, a skirt would show a lot of leg. Twirling and such. I guarantee you would be popular in a skirt." Brad stated smiling wide at me.

"So, for the first time. Wear jeans then?" I asked.

Brad nodded then stated, "unless you want 20 locals pounding on your door trying to fuck you."

"Well, that would not be good. I like peace and quiet. Not a bunch of trucks lined up, men fighting, or drunken cowboys trying to fuck me. That is not my style." I laughed and told Brad.

He too laughed while we turned, and both jumped on an ATV. The telephone poles were set by lunch time. Brad used the boom truck to set up the lights and run all the wires in conduit. "By nightfall. These will all be turned on using the provided sensors. Like the other one we have by the house." Brad explained before we headed back to the main garage.

It was time for Brad to take off but verified I would be there tonight. "8 pm." He asked and I nodded.

Back inside my house I saw Brad's truck leave. I ripped off my shirt and stared at the damn boots and jeans. I wanted to be nude so badly I could feel it. I stared out my window at the ranch. My pussy throbbed.