Cindy was a little upset. She had given orders for lots of work to get done on the ranch, and right now she could not find either of her ranch hands. She went looking for them, intent on setting them straight on just what their duties were.
"I guess maybe I should have hired somebody willing to work, not just hired them because they were young, strong, and good-looking." She thought to herself. "Especially the good looking part. Those guys certainly were easy to watch, and I wonder how much working out it takes to stay in shape the way they do." She smiled a bit, in spite of her irritation.
As she marched across the yard, she thought about herself also, and how she must look. Ever since she’d hired the two, she had taken to dressing pretty sexy around the house. Right now she had on a fairly short denim skirt, and a blouse tied up under her breasts, with a button or two undone on the top of the blouse and the bottom of the skirt. As she moved, the skirt blew in the breeze, exposing some nicely tanned, long, long legs. Her breasts swayed under her blouse and she felt herself getting aroused.
"Damn," she said. "How am I going to concentrate on yelling at those guys when I’m turned on? Cindy, remember your mission." She said.
Since she didn’t see any movement in the yard, she went into the barn. It took her a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dark inside. When they were adjusted, she still didn’t see anything. Not seeing her "helpers" on the ground floor, she decided to check up in the loft. She moved to the ladder, really just boards nailed between two uprights, and started climbing up. As she climbed, she thought she heard a rustle below her. She stopped and looked down and around, but saw nothing. She decided it must have been her skirt dragging along the wood of the ladder, and continued climbing up to the loft.
Once up there, she walked around the loft. It wasn’t large, and there were only a few hay bales to hide behind, and she still didn’t see anybody. As she turned to go down, she heard her name called from below.
"Miss. Cindy, are you up there?" It was Chet’s voice, from right below.
She moved to the edge and looked down. Sure enough, there were Chet and Steve standing on the floor, looking up at her. Well, not exactly at her, she noticed, actually they seemed to be looking right up her skirt. She did kind of like the feeling of that.
"Are you all right, Miss Cindy?" Steve asked. "We saw you go into the barn from the field, and wondered if you were looking for us. We were out raking the fencerow like you told us to."
"Yes, I’m fine, now." Cindy said, hoping her voice was properly measured. The two kids had taken their shirts off while working in the sun, and their pects and abs glistened hard and shiny in their sweat. They were something to see, all right. "Stay right there, I’m coming down." She said.
She went to the ladder and turned around to climb down. The boys moved under her to help, they knew she was nervous climbing down. As she started down, she remembered her lack of underwear too late. She experienced a wonderful thrill through her body as her thoughts raced from that quick awareness to the thought of those two studs directly below her, undoubtedly looking straight up her skirt, straight into her (by now) wet pussy. She paused for a moment, then climbed slowly down; more slowly then she had ever come down before.
When she got just a few feet above the boys, she stopped and looked at them.
"I’m feeling a little shaky, guys. Would you please make sure to grab me when I get low enough so I don’t fall." She said this looking at them, seeing that their eyes were riveted at where her panties would be, if she had worn any.
She continued to climb down, and as instructed, the two reached up to help her. As if they had pre-planned it, they both reached up so that her skirt came down over their hands as she descended. She felt two pairs of hands sliding up her legs, over her calves, up her thighs, up and over her tight butt and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She kept on climbing down, and her skirt was lifted up as she came lower. By the time her feet were on the ground, her skirt was up to her breasts, and the boys were close, touching close on either side of her.
She looked up at each of their eyes and saw the desire in them. She put an arm around each slim waist and pulled them to her. On each of her hips she felt the hard bulges from under their jeans. She pulled harder and they each took a breast in hand.
