"I'm here!"
"I can see that." Bryan Colby the tall blond haired man in a ball cap, jeans, boots, and a short sleeved button down met her after tying his horse to a small tree in his yard. He kept enough distance not to spook his steed at the revving of Greg Birch's Harley. Bryan made his way to meet Paige and Greg in the gravel driveway. "Mister Turner?"
"No. Daddy had to meet my Mom this morning. This is my Uncle Greg. He volunteered to drop me off. I love your farm." She looks at every intriguing facet of it. Bryan had his shirt unbuttoned half way offering a view of a chiseled chest with very little hair. A chain dangled around his neck showing off dog tags.
"Military?" Greg winced. Bryan realizes his observation and lifts the dog tags.
"My Dad's actually. He served in Desert Storm. Humvee blew up. He and two others died that day."
"Awwww!" Paige melts into him with a tender hug. Bryan smiles and pats her back. Greg nods his own respect.
"Sorry to hear that. I'm sure he was a good man." Greg offered his condolences.
"Thanks. He was a good soldier. Growing up without him around was tough. My Mom did her best. I think I turned out alright."
"Didn't wanna enlist and carry on for him?"
"I couldn't leave my Mom. She...took it pretty hard. Emotional problems."
"Awwwwwwwwwww!" Paige liked hugging Bryan. He smelled really good. His body was ripped but not as over abundant as Josh was.
"All these hugs...I think she likes ya." Greg smirks.
"I hope so."
"I think she's in good hands. I'm gonna head home. Give me a call if you need anything Punk."
"Thanks Uncle Greg. I love you."
"Love you to Kid."
Walking his bike backwards to straighten out Greg roared the bike back to life and rode off into the early morning sun. Reclaiming his helmet from her saved his eyes. Harsh UV directly in his path.
"Your Uncle seems nice."
"He is. Greg isn't my true Uncle but I've known him since I was a baby. I don't know my real Uncles very well. One lives in Texas, the other on my Mommy's side lives in Kentucky."
"Too bad. You smell delicious Paige."
She smiled thinking to herself, "I hope he doesn't smell Uncle Greg's cum. I sprayed perfume on after I wiped him off." She grins still hugging him. Her chin on his chest looking up over her glasses at his warm smile, "You smell really good too."
"Come on I'll introduce you to Applejack."
"Okay." She follows him hand in hand back to the tethered horse. Calming the steed Bryan allows her to pet his nose. The horse took an immediate liking to her. "Am I riding this horse?"
"We both are. You said you were afraid to be on a horse alone. Room in the saddle for both of us."
"Can I ride in front this time? I rode in back behind Greg on the way here."
"Sure you can. Give me your back pack I'll tie it to the saddle. Might be more comfortable on me not having a pack in my chest all the way there."
"I want to be comfortable too. I might want to use you as a back rest." She giggles.
"You're welcomed to lean on back anytime you like." He blushed a bit himself saying it. Fidgeting a bit he takes his ballcap off and fans it about. "Paige? I gotta ask...the other night you messaged me with a video that sounded a lot like you were...using a toy."
"I was." She turns red lowering her gaze with a thin smile.
"No shit?"
"I couldn't help myself. I think you're soooo cute."
"You're pretty damned hot yourself Red."
"I can be hotter if I put my bikini on now." She blushes shyly.
"Go for it. It's hot as fuck out here as it is. Must be 98. You can change in the house."
"I can just go behind your car over there real fast. I won't take long."
"You act shy but somehow I don't think you're as bad as you let on."
"I really am shy." She shrinks in step with her chin on her left shoulder. "I...just...want you to really like me."
"You think I won't like you if you're too shy?"
"Maybe." She fidgets.
"So...you believe you can win me over by being open."
"Kind of..."
He ponders her revelations and considers how to make this reaction useful. He like any man wanted things his way without being pushy. Sighing he shrugs slightly, "I do like a girl that can be openminded."
"I fantasize about being really open. That's why I mentioned putting on my bikini for the ride to the lake."
"Tell me about these fantasies Paige Turner." He smirks.
Her eyes flare and she holds a set of fingers over her mouth as she giggles. "I have a whole diary of fantasies. I don't...know where to start."
"Tell you what...you go over there beside my car and change into that bikini. Think about what you want me to know. I'll stay here with Applejack." He passes her pack which had Hello Kitty emblems all over the outside back to her. She unzips it and takes the bikini out giving him the backpack to hold until she returned. She shyly points toward the car and wiggles away. Bryan chuckles and rubs the snout of his horse. Peering into her opened bag he discovers the box of condoms. Looking up with a pucker he mumbles.
"This just might turn out to be a good day Applejack."
Hidden behind the car, she removes her white laced heels, then wiggles her jeans down over her legs, stepping out of them. Folding them up she sits them on the roof. Her red lowcut shirt pulled up over her head is neatly folded and set on top of the jeans. This left her totally nude. She looks for Bryan, covering herself with her hands as a sudden breeze claims the thin bikini pieces and blows them off the roof and over the trunk of the car. Bryan had moved away from Applejack and chose to chase down her bikini. Capturing them he stands tall looking back to see her with an arm over her chest and a hand in her lap. She was beet red and gnashing her teeth.
"Missing something?" He chuckles and gives up being respectable. Moving directly in front of her he hands her the bikini. Her hand lifts away from her thighs allowing him to peek at her arrow pubes. She too gave up and just let him see her full frontal.
"Openminded. Openminded. Openminded." She chants nervously. He grins and assisted her in tying her top on by moving behind her. His eyes checking out her creamy heart shaped bottom. Once tied she slips her bottoms through her legs and adjusts them as he tied her left hip, she her right. Once on the bands crept between her cheeks. Bryan whistles at her.