Author's Notes: This story is based on episode from an old late night "After Hours" cable program that aired during the early to mid-1980's and therefore is set during that time period. It was one of my first attempts to write an erotic story while still in college, but was never shared. It was written by hand and shoved in a drawer and forgotten, until it was recently found.
There will be some modern revisions, made to the original story, mainly story line, character and location descriptions, along with dialogues between characters some in English and others in Spanish with the English translations.
These translations were not a part of the original story since I was not fluent in Spanish and Google Translate hadn't been invented yet to make the translations, but I thought they would add a depth to the story and characters and make them more life like. Other than that, it should stay true to the story as first written. I hope you enjoy it.
All sexual situations depicted in this story occur between two or more legally consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
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It was first light, the time just before sunrise when darkness is no more but the sun hadn't quite awoken to greet the new day. The morning dew kissed the ground as a new day was beginning, a day which would be a turning point in one young man's life, lifting him out of mediocrity and transforming him into a man in more ways than one.
On this day, Carlos, a 25 year old young man of Central American descent, El-Salvador to be exact, was doing what he had been doing for the last 9 years ever since being trusted by his father Pedro with such an important task to accomplish on his own.
Carlos was in one of the many hay barns on the palatial estate of the winery and produce/livestock farm, located in California wine country, and one of the oldest wineries in the region, where he and has family had worked for many generations ever since coming to this country in the 1940's.
He was distributing feed to the horses and other livestock, mucking out the stalls, replacing the dirty hay with fresh hay and sorting and stacking the remainder of the hay for that day's need.
Carlos had been at this since an hour before first light even appeared and as the light from the predawn hours began to filter into the barn, he extinguished the lanterns he had been using.
The mid-summer Wednesday morning was warm and humid, the temperature in the upper 70's and Carlos had already worked up quite a sweat and was drenched. He paused for a few minutes and sat on a hay bale he hadn't loaded and unbuttoned his shirt and removed it as well as his t-shirt, leaving his upper body exposed.
He then took a ladle from the bucket he watered the animals with and poured the contents over his head and repeated the process until he was completely wet. This helped cool him off, and when he was done, he took a towel from his bag and wiped off his face torso and hair.
Carlos then opened his water container to take a drink and walked from the interior of the barn to where the door was to watch the sun greet the new day.
Taking a cigarette from his bag, he lit it, and drew in a puff making sure to flick the ashes in the ash tray he carried with him. It was at this time when he once again saw the sight that started his blood boiling and his heart racing.
Stella, the new owner of the estate was out for her morning ride. She was dressed in her usual riding outfit, a black riding jacket which she left unbuttoned, a white button down blouse, and tan riding pants with the legs tucked into a pair of black riding boots.
To say Carlos was enamored with Stella, was the understatement of the century. The truth be told, Carlos was smitten by her and acted like a lovesick puppy when he saw her.
Who could blame him. At 36 years old, Stella was a knockout, with the body and face of a goddess the looks and body of a woman in her 20's and the energy that would put the most rambunchous two-year-old to shame.
Stella stood around 5'11" tall, weighed around 140 pounds measuring 38D-26-36, with long naturally curly honey golden blonde hair that came down to just below her shoulders, crystal ice blue eyes that could gaze into a man's soul and take it hostage, full ruby red lips that beckoned to be kissed, and long well-toned slender dancer's legs.
Carlos knew this was Stella's normal daily routine and made sure that he was finished so he could glimpse her as she rode past as she began her morning ride.
Stella would ride around the 200 acre estate, past the vineyards, the manor house, through the wooded areas and, along the riverbed at the edge of the property, then back to the barn, a normal ride that took nearly an hour.
Carlos longed to be near her, to talk to her, to just be in her presence, and longed even more to be the object of her affection, because word around the estate, was that Stella was not married or even dating anyone, but yet it was rumored that she had plenty of male and even female companions with which she was very intimate with, including some of the hired hands.
Carlos knew his dreams were just that, dreams. Who was he, but a lowly farm hand. Even though he was the son of a foremen, what chance did he have with the lady of the house. The men she was with were probably richer, more handsome, and well established men of the world, yet he could always dream and fantasize that one day he might just get lucky.
He sighed as he watched her ride by, and longingly looked in her direction and to his surprise, he saw her look at him and stop. She pulled down her sunglasses and gave him an appraising look as to be checking him out, then she smiled approvingly and proceeded, as she rode on.
Alas, Carlos's heart quickened, and he wondered if was their hope, even if it was just a slight chance that the lady of the manor saw something she liked or was she just being polite. Either way, he had caught her eye, something he had never been able to do before.
Carlos resumed his chores, and not soon enough because as he was in the middle of pouring seed into the bin, his father walked in. Carlos deeply respected his father, almost to the point of fear. Carlos's father was stern yet loving, and even though Pedro was somewhat of a taskmaster, it was for his son's own good. He wanted Carlos to do well and hopefully make a name for himself. Pedro was also grooming Carlos so one day he could become a foreman and do well enough to one day be Head foreman.
Pedro inspected what Carlos had been doing and approved, then went on into town with some of the other foremen to buy seed and sell some of the produce and livestock at the weekly auction.
Carlos sighed and removed his shirt again as it was getting hotter and poured water over him to cool himself off again. It was here where his thoughts turned back to Stella. Did he really have a chance with her, or was it just wishful thinking.
He looked at himself. He was fairly handsome for a young man of his age. He obviously wasn't a male model or even movie star caliber, but her wasn't butt-ugly either.
He had a little better than average looks, stood 5'9" tall, slender build, weighed around 170 pounds, but his muscles(arms, chest and abs) were well-toned, almost chiseled from farm work, and he thought he had the qualities a woman looked for in a man, respectful faithful, kind and loving, but even so, he figured it to be just a dream or flight of fancy.
Carlos resumed his work, but could not focus and he felt the familiar burning in his loins as he did before when he dwelled on Stella or any other girl, and knew it wouldn't be quenched, unless he sought relief.
