All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over the legal age of consent when the events took place.
Part 03 - The Farmer
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One Monday I took Lucy to meet with this old farmer client. He's running a profitable mixed farm and hates the taxman but loves the EU subsidies. When we got there he was running around going a bit crazy. When I asked him what was wrong he told us that his labourer had suddenly quit and he had to do everything himself. His main problem was the animals; they had to be fed, cleaned out and milked before the milk collection.
Being the helpful accountant that I am I offered him our services. He looked us up and down and said,
"You're not dressed for it."
"Doesn't matter," I said, "Just tell us what needs doing."
His priority was the cows; they were late being milked. The farmer took Lucy and showed her how to wash the teats and attach the cups while I went to my car and got changed. I always carry an old T-shirt, jeans and trainers in the back of my car β just in case.
When I found Lucy she asked me where her change of clothing was. She'd already got her shoes covered in cow muck and had bits on her skirt and top.
I gave her the bad news, but she wasn't bothered.
"I'm enjoying this; I've never been on a farm before and it's fun." Lucy said.
The farmer gave us some more jobs which we got on with. Poor Lucy was having trouble with her shoes; 3 inch heels weren't designed for farms. She'd fallen over a couple of times and even ripped her top.
Around lunchtime the farmer called us into his house and he brought us something to eat and drink out of his fridge. We had to sit on a bench outside because we had too much mud on us.
By late afternoon most of the work was done and we went looking for the farmer. As we approached him I had an idea and said to him,
"You say that the cows have to be milked at 5 o'clock each morning? Have you got a spare room? And it will take you just a few days to get some more help? "
"Yes, yes and yes! What are you thinking young man?"
I looked at Lucy and said,
"How about if Lucy stays here and helps you until you can get some proper help?"
I looked at Lucy, she was covered in mud, her top was ripped and her skirt was ruined; but that didn't matter. She looked at me and I could tell that she was thinking,
"What the fuck is Jack doing?"
The farmer looked Lucy up and down the said,
"Well, she is a bit skinny, but she's done alright today. Those clothes won't last much longer, but I can lend her some willies and gloves. Do you think that you can last the week young Lucy?"
"Err yes, I suppose I can. It was fun today."
That was settled. We talked about a couple of burning issues then I said that I was leaving. It would be the longest time that Lucy and I had been apart and I was having second thought about leaving her there. Lucy told me that she'd be fine and that she'd have fun. I went outside saying,
"Don't worry about the books; that will keep for a while. You 2 keep the farm going and I'll be back when I can."
Lucy came with me and we hugged and kissed. I cupped her pussy and said,
"Keep it warm for me."
And I left.
After the week was over I asked Lucy to write a report of everything that had happened.
Lucy's Report
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I really enjoyed my first day on a farm. Okay it was hard work but it was rewarding. I felt really sad when Jack left, but in a way I was looking forward to the next few days.
I watched Jack drive away then went back inside and Tom (the farmer) told me that I couldn't stay covered in mud like I was. I asked him where I could get a shower and he took me upstairs and showed me to my room and where the bathroom was. The odd thing was that there were no doors on any of the rooms upstairs. When I asked Tom why that was he said,
"This is a farm; it's as close to nature as it comes. There are no secrets here."
"Okaaaaaay." I thought and went into the bathroom. As I took my top and skirt off (I had to leave my shoes outside), I looked at them and realised that the only place they were good for was the rubbish bin.
Then it hit me. What was I going to wear for the rest of the week? Why hadn't I asked Jack to leave his spare clothes for me? Maybe Tom would have something that I could wear.
The shower was good then I wrapped a towel round me and went downstairs.
"Tom, would you have something that I can borrow to wear?" I asked.
Tom looked me up and down and said,
"There's a pair of wellies under the stairs that might fit, but clothes; the only ones here are mine, and they'd be way too big for you girly. Start cooking and I'll have a look round."
Tom had got the food out of the freezer and all it needed was cooking so I got on with it wearing only the towel, which wasn't that big. It kept coming undone and nearly falling off a few times.
Tom re-appeared just as the food was ready and we sat at the table and ate. Just as we were finishing I asked about the clothes again.
"Sorry girly, you'll just have to make do. Don't worry, this place is quite remote, you don't have to worry about those fashion police people out here; not even the proper coppers; they never come out here."
I wasn't sure what Tom was saying, or suggesting. He couldn't possibly be suggesting that I walk around naked β could he?
I let it pass for then, but when we were both doing the washing-up the towel finally fell to the floor.
Tom looked up and down my naked body and said,
"I wondered how long it would take. Don't worry girly, you haven't got anything that an old man like me hasn't seen before. I'm guessing that by the end of the week you'll only be using that towel for drying yourself."
Tom was expecting me to walk around naked. The weather hadn't been that bad recently so I thought,
"Why not? I'm naked most of the time that I'm at home and Tom looks quite harmless. Okay, I'll do it."
When I picked up the towel I put it on the table instead of on me. As we finished the washing-up I thought about my feet. I went under the stairs and found the wellies. I took them to Tom and said,
"Do you mean these?"
"Yes, do they fit?"
I tried them on, they were a bit tight but they'd do.