Law of the Farm

The sound of a car starting up startled me out of sleep. I wasn't sure who it could be, so I cautiously lifted my head from the little spot I had staked out under the tree. I was naked, after all and would feel so embarrassed if the owner of the farm came back to see me out on her lawn.

Except she wasn't going to be back for another day, I remember. So who was it? Angela, I assumed. I stood up but that wasn't her car in the driveway, it was just my car and another. Then it hit me; it was the car of the two guests from the other night. I freaked out and ran to the back door of the farmhouse. Hopefully, no one saw me.

Big problem. The door was stuck. Jammed. I don't know. But I couldn't get in the farm house. I wondered if Angela was in there and had locked it, like if she was using the shower. But I didn't want to knock and give away my position.

"Hello?" I heard a woman's voice from the driveway. "Hello?"

I didn't respond.

"Is Asher here?"

I had to do something. I stepped off the back landing and hugged along the side of the house. The leaves of little hedges and flowers from decorative plants tickled my naked body as I tried to keep hidden against the house. Then I peaked around the corner so just my upper half was visible from the driveway.

"Hi, that's me."

"Oh good, Gerianne told me you could help."

"She did? Help with what? Who are you?"

"I'm Reggie, I was a guest here a few days ago. I remember you, I was here with my boyfriend before he left for college. I think I forgot my necklace here, probably somewhere in the room we rented."

"Look, I'm not sure I can really help you. I'm having a little situation."

She started to step closer. "What do you mean."

"Please just stay there,"

"What do you mean, what's going on here?"

"Look." I decided to come clean since this was making me look creepy. "I was skinny dipping then took a nap since I was all alone, and I think I locked myself out of the house. I don't have any clothes on right now."

"Oh," Reggie said. "That's so awkward."

"Yeah, I'm so sorry. This is awkward."

"Well, I told Gerianne this was the only time I could swing by before my shift tonight."

"Where do you work?" I was just buying time

"Road construction, overnight shift. So like, I need your help now before I drive out to the bridge we are working on."

"Yeah, but I'm totally naked."

"This seems like a total accident, and everyone seemed pretty sex positive on this farm, so I'm not going to hold it against you. I don't even know you, it's fine. I just want my necklace. It was my grandma's."

I thought about the one piece of fabric available. "Okay, just close your eyes and I'll wrap up with the blanket I have then help you."

"Deal. Let me know when you're... decent"

I ran back to the shade and picked up Angela's yoga blanket. I thought about her body stretched out on it, heaving deep Om vibrations and then wrapped it around me in a kind of shawl. It was long and covered down to my calves. I grabbed my book and tucked it under my arm then walked back to the drive way.

"Okay, I can help."

"Great," said Reggie and started to cross the way to meet me. She looked just like before, rail thin, young, handsome in a boyish way with little touches of femininity like a single whisk of mascara on each eye. She wore baggy clothing, knock-off Carhartt khaki in dark grays and blacks. Zippers everywhere. And a little beanie, for the aesthetic, not the warmth. Up close, I could see how the shirt clung to her chest and I recognized the faintest outline of her two nipple piercings I saw the other day. My mind had sudden dirty thoughts of spying on her getting hammered by her boyfriend and my penis finally awoke after all that early fear and anxiety had kept it down since waking up. I wasn't immediately hard, but I felt a little buzz at knowing something about her body she didn't know I knew. The playing field felt a little more equal, even if I was the one naked, now.

I tried to de-sexualize the situation. "Where does your boyfriend go?"

"Just the local college, maybe an hour away. But I drive pretty far and work overnights for my job, so I won't see him much during the semester."

"Must be hard," I commiserated.

"It is, but that's life. We're still young. I'm twenty one and he's eighteen." We got to the old renovated chicken coop where they stayed the other night. It was spotless now, and Reggie remarked how clean it was.

"I didn't see the necklace here," I said, pointing around the first floor.

"I'll try the couch," she announced, before digging under the cushions. I admired her lithe body bend down in a perfect arch. Her t-shirt rose up and I saw beautiful skin rippling with muscles along her flanks. She dug for a few minutes then declared the couch was clear. We started talking about her stay, as she fished around for a few more possible spots where lost jewelry could hide.

"What do you think about the owner?" she asked.

"Gerianne? She's pretty kind."

"She's kinky as fuck."

"What do you mean?" I was curious now.

"She and her new boyfriend go hard. My boyfriend was shocked."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, they are out in that plunge pool at dawn, taking turns skinny dipping, stroking their parts, sixty nine on the grass. And we could see them right from our bedroom window."

"Like you think they are exhibitionists."

"Not sure. But I liked it, even though my boyfriend was creeped out."

"What did you like about it."

"I don't know, I just think it's exciting to know I have many more years of sex ahead of me. That no matter what happens, there are always fun guys looking to make you feel good."

We were ready to check the second floor now. I let her climb the ladder first, so she wouldn't get an upskirt peak of me and my semi hard-on. I tossed my book on the bed and got on my hands and knees. We searched along the thick cracked floor boards on either side of the bed. Nothing. Then we stood up in a kind of stooped fashion since the eves of the roof were slanted.

"Help me slide the bed back?" Reggie asked me. I had to stabilize my shawl with one hand to help lift with the other. The bed creaked and pulled away from the wall and window. Then she climbed on the bed and scurried along the edge on all fours, reaching around at the space we just revealed. In the process, she kneed my book and the condoms fell from out between the pages. I stepped towards to bed to hide them but felt a sharp prick.

Something in the floor boards. I jumped to stabilize myself and the shawl slid off my shoulders.

"I found it!" she exclaimed and reached down and scooped something up before turning towards me just I was stark naked in front of her. "Oh, hello."

"Sorry. I stepped on something." Half leaning against the eves I just had to look at my foot, even though I was totally exposed in front of another woman." I looked down, no blood. It wasn't a nail. Some dark, spiked seed that could have been a medieval torture device. I picked off the bur and flicked it into the corner. Then I started to pick up the shawl.

"No, don't," said Reggie, as she sat on the made bed. In here hand was a glimmer of a silver necklace and a bottle of lube that must have also rolled off the bed. She looked transfixed on my cock that was now a six and approaching a seven. "It's so hairy."

"Yeah, uh, that's just how I am."

"You're so much more defined, your hair, your legs, your muscles." Then she inhaled deeply. I wasn't particularly musky right now, but even the subtle aroma of a man and not a teenager seemed to please her. "I've only ever seen naked high school-aged guys," was her next comment

I tried to laugh off the compliment but she was only enticed more.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty two."

"I've never seen thirty two year old cock before," she smiled at me.

"I don't think it's that different."

"No it is," then she leaned it and almost touched it with her nose before inhaling again.

"He knows so much more. Deep secrets." She leaned back again so her legs were spread out on the bed and she leaned back with her arms. I thought about how she probably received her boyfriend in this position before they made love. Her hands brushed against the packet of condoms and she looked down. "I thought we left those here too, but I wasn't going to say anything."

"Oh yeah, I noticed that when I was cleaning, and obviously took them out, before the next guest."

"But you were carrying them around with you, in your book?"

"Uhhhhh."

"Who were you about to fuck?"

I gave her the kind of sigh to exclaim it was a long story. Then she looked up at my eyes but deeper this time. "Do you believe in the divine masculine?"

"Not sure what that is."

"Not the patriarchy. That's a demiurge who has taken control of the earth. But before that, there was masculinity that did not harm, did not do violence but knew how to serve and spread seed."

This was a getting to be a little much. "Sounds a little new wave to me," I said

"I'm getting those vibes from you, you're a good person."

"Thanks..."

"Before my boyfriend left, we decided to be open during the semester, to have our needs met fairly and equally. My period just started so I don't want to have sex but I want to blow you. Can I do that? I feel like we were meant to cross paths like this" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yes please..." I responded. And with that, she grabbed one of the condoms and tore it open. She squirted some lubricant into the well then slid across the bed. She sat down right in front of me, both feet on the floor, then effortlessly rolled the condom down my shaft. Her hands were light and glimmering with rings. Then she lowered her mouth onto my cock, slowly at first, withdrawing to wet her lips some more, then sliding back down. She made a soft suction with her lips and I felt my head pop into her. She focused on my head rising back and forth over the crest. I moaned, and this gave her confidence to slide down a little more. I doubted she would take the whole thing in, still even this was amazing. Then I heard her squirt more lubricant onto her hand before grabbing my base. Stroking and sucking she started to get into a rhythm. I moaned again and she picked up the pace. I leaned both hands onto her shoulders and she welcomed the erotic pressure on her body. She sucked and sucked and I felt a tension start to build as her movements coaxed my inner masculine energy towards to surface.

Then an engine blared up the driveway. It startled both of us. She stopped and released my cock then leaned back and looked out the window from the bedroom. She described a car and I realized it was Angela's.

"Oh, is that your main squeeze?"

"No, she's another guest."

"Well I better get going. I have to go to work and you can figure this out for yourself."

"You're just going to edge me."

"Yeah, it's hot," she giggled. "Now if you don't want your farm wife to get suspicious you better find a way back into the farm house while I go out and let her know I found what I was looking for. I won't mention you were here with me."

I realized this was true, it was going to be even more suspicious to Angela if she realized I was naked with Reggie. And now that I had a moment to think I suspected the side porch door might be open allowing me to make it if I ran now through the back of the orchard.

"Will I see you again?"

"Probably not. But that's just how it goes."

"Well it was really good."

"Thanks." She smiled then adjusted her beanie.

We leapt down stairs with all our belongings this time and split at the door. I ripped off the condom and carried it with me through the yard, into the house, and up the stairs to my room before throwing it into the trash can. Can't a guy get an orgasm around here?