The leather seat of Kim's Toyota was sticky with sweat when she pulled her car into the parking lot of the Blue Ball Inn. The temperature was breaking records this last weekend of April. Kim could see the steam rising from the concrete when she opened her car door and put one black stiletto heel to the hot ground. Seeing no one around, she spread her legs in the polka dotted miniskirt as she reached in her back seat for her cigarettes. Her inner thighs were soaked in sweat. She leaned against her car as she smoked menthol light and looked at the charmingly dilapidated inn that reminded her of all generic roadside attractions.
Lancaster, PA was full of them. Kim had driven from Philadelphia for the weekend to do a week's audit for a furniture company based out of the area. Lancaster never appealed to Kim. She didn't know much about the Amish. She definitely didn't see their attraction to the outside word and she didn't care.
She would rather be in Philadelphia drinking at the bars with her friends, dancing to live music, and relieving a broken heart with a handsome hipster she could kick out of her bed in the morning. Instead, she was going to be spending this hot weekend in acres of farms with the intervals of Amish attractions.
She was taking the last drag of her cig when she noticed two construction workers starring at her. She turned the other way. Twenty-five-year-old Kim was use to male attention and ignoring most of it. She had a pretty face with soft brown eyes and long eyelashes. Her lips were large and defined. She had long brown hair she wore in a sophisticated ponytail most of the time. She was tall and very thin. She played up these attributes by wearing high heels and short skirts. For as thin as she was Kim had enormous swollen breasts that seemed to peak out of all her tops. Men couldn't help but stare. There was something so arousing sensual about Kim that was impossible to ignore.
She checked into her hotel. It was dark, drab, and smelled like mildew on wood paneling. She was lonely, hungry, and needed a drink. She asked the fat-faced teenage girl at the front desk where she could find a steak and a beer. She was directed to touristy hubbub that made her do an internal eye roll. he found the restaurant after driving down a maze of confusing country roads that were barren, except for the occasional horse and buggy. The bar and grill was in a turn of the century stone farm house. She went in and opted to sit at the bar and drink a beer.
She looked out the window to the curb where a group of young, Amish men stood as if they had just gotten off of work. The men wore the traditional outfit for modesty; black wool pants and blue button down shirts. Kim couldn't help but notice their bulging bodies in tight clothes. These boys had bodies comparable to naked Greek statues. They had wide muscular shoulders, built chests and strong arms. Their thighs were large and bulging. Kim could tell they rode horses. Their butts curved with muscles in the tight wool pants.
Kim couldn't help but stare at one in particular. He was around twenty-years-old and six feet tall. He had the same strapping body as the rest of them but while the others had severe cases of acne or unattractive faces, this young man was Hollywood handsome. He looked like a 1930's movie star with a golden-tan body. His face was chiseled with a strong chin and hollow cheeks. His eyes were wide-set and blue. He had dark brown hair that needed to be pushed out of his face. He had thick dark long lashes that were much too feminine for his face. His nose was straight and his lips were wide and fat. Kim focused in on those lips. They were so fat but also long and stretched across the bottom of his face. They looked stained red as if he had been eating a red snow cone or they were so irritated from a night of passionate cunnilingus.
Kim couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her front teeth bit down on her lip. She was slightly taken aback by how attracted she was to this younger man from a completely different culture. Maybe that was it? Maybe because he was so innocent she was drawn to him? She felt herself getting aroused with the idea of teaching a sexually naïve Amish boy how good some dirty sex with a city girl could feel. She imagined showing him her tits and ass. She imagined feeling his dick and being the first female to do so. She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
She put her eyes down only to find herself staring at the bulge in the front of those wool pants between those muscular thighs. She could see the curve of his dick, although soft, was well defined. He was thick and long. She felt the blood pooling between her legs to her clit. She wanted to get up off of her bar stool, go outside into the heat and grab him by those tight ass cheeks. Then, push her lips against his fat red ones and grasp his dick in her tiny delicate hands until it swelled up massively. She imagined how those big blue eyes would look when a girl was grabbing his cock. How he would moan in pure ecstasy and probably shoot a load in a record breaking second.
She ordered another drink from the waitress and was studying the menu when she felt eyes on her. She looked up to find that the handsome Amish boy staring at her. He met her eyes and didn't look away, instead his glaze cut from her face to her thin and tight white shirt. It was a V neck so he could see a quarter of her boob. The material was so thin and the air so cold in the restaurant. She hadn't noticed that her nipples were erect and pointing out as if asking to escape. He was undressing her with eyes full of lust, and he didn't care if he she noticed or not.
He was staring at her like he was hungry and she was Filet mignon. She was instantly aroused again. He was eyeing her up and she was doing the same to him. She knew the flirting was innocent. She certainly wouldn't be bedding an Amish boy tonight, yet the excitement of the possibility was intoxicating. Their exchange broke when the waitress brought her drink. When she looked up, he was gone. She felt a little disappointed and continued to drink.
The night came and the bar got busier with Friday night drunks. The jukebox played top forty hits and the place filled up with smoke. Kim continued to drink until she realized she would not be able to drive home. She contemplated a cab, but opted to walk. It was still hot out, and the moon was full making the lush green fields bright with a silver tint. She took her heels off, enjoying the feel of her toes and soles of feet on the cool spring grass. She'd walked a mile when she felt like she was being watched. She was quite tipsy but not fully drunk anymore. She was worried she was being paranoid, but the feeling she was being followed was strong. She turned around to see the bright embers of a lit cigarette not that far from her. She gasped and started to run. Her heart was pounding in fear. She couldn't think.
"Wait," said a male voice. "I just wanted to see you home, miss."
His voice was deep and he had a strong Amish accent.
"You are very pretty, and I wouldn't want something to happen to such a pretty girl like yourself. Also, you were drinking so much I wasn't sure you knew where you were, or more importantly where you were going," he continued, sensing her distrust.
She stopped and the shadow came closer.
