Monday was finally here and it was back to the routine. I hadn't seen Martin since Saturday and my grandfather had left for work earlier than usual this morning. It was the irrigation season on the farm.
Now for some farming knowledge.
During the first month of summer, the middle of May thru the middle of June, the rain is sporadic. When you are growing crops that will be harvested in late September through November you have to make sure that they get plenty of water.
So there is an irrigation period when you have to go to each individual field of crops and manually set the irrigation tubes to water the crops.
I keep coming back to this point but again it was 1976.
Fancy irrigation systems hadn't been invented yet. It's not like today where you see these huge sprinkler systems on wheels rolling along. Operated with a mini computer that you basically just set and the thing just rolls.
No sir this was the panhandle of Texas and you had to go out every eight hours and set these irrigation tubes into each individual row of crops.
Then you would come back and start over with another set. It was a tedious thing but it had to be done.
This meant that someone had to get up in the middle of the night and make the night run. Then the next guy had to get up a little earlier and do the next run. By the afternoon both Martin and my grandfather would do the afternoon run.
I had just finished working on my friends' farm. The man that my grandfather and Martin worked for offered me a couple of odd jobs. I gladly took him up on them.
This would put money in my pocket that I could save up. I would attend the same university as Janie in September so I could use the extra cash. But the main thing is, it would keep me around Martin.
It was Monday and the boss man told me to start the next day. Having a free day I figured I might as well start my new routine.
I quickly set my stuff up and got started. Janie said that once I had my daily routine down everything would get easier.
First thing I had to do was shave. I had just done it the day before with Janie's help but now I was on my own.
I went into the shower and got my shaving cream lathering up my starting point. Janie said to do sections at a time because this would save on supplies plus it would keep me from missing spots.
Starting down at my ankles then working my way up past my knees. Then my thighs making sure I got the back and inner part of my thighs. Janie said, "A man doesn't want to feel stubble when he has your legs wrapped around him."
I remember telling Janie that I understood that but the back of my thighs? "Well," she would say, "At some point you will be bent over and again a man doesn't want to feel stubble when he's rubbing against your legs." I never thought about that but yeah ok I got it.
Then the last part and this was important but something that Janie really didn't need to deal with. But I did have to deal with it. I had to shave my ass.
Don't laugh. It was made clear to me that body hair below my waist was not going to be tolerated. The area around my crotch didn't matter because I was told that that part of my body would not be touched.
But my ass had to me smooth because as I had been told on Saturday, my ass was nicer than a lot of girls. Oh yeah did I forget to mention that?
That first time shaving must've taken an hour or more. But I did it and with very minimal nicks. Cuts and nicks were to be expected even if Janie had picked out a very nice razor designed to shave your legs.
I was done and now I could finish my shower. The next part before I could step out of the bathroom was just a little gross. But if I was going to let Martin put that big cock of his in my ass I had to be sure my hole was clean.
Janie explained to me that she was taught to douche with warm water only. Of course there were specialty items available for women. But not for men.
I'll skip the gory details but basically I had to give myself a warm water enema. That's right laugh all you want but no way was I going to have shit up my butt for Martin to smear all over that cock.
He had scared the hell out of me on Saturday and he made it clear. I was to be beyond clean in that area and prepared for when he wanted me.
After I finished I have to admit it wasn't so bad. Plus it felt really good knowing that I was clean inside and out.
Next soft skin, ugh, how do women do this shit every day I thought to myself. Baby oil, thats right, baby oil was next.
I had to put a thin coat of baby oil over the shaved area. Not a lot because then I'd be greasy and uncomfortable all day. But just enough to sooth the razor burn and seal your skin. That was the major part of the process.
So why am I telling you this? I'm telling you this because it was a lot of work. Plus that's how much Martin meant to me.
These were the daily things that I was to do if I was to go and visit him in the evenings. Again, don't judge, I loved it.
Knowing that I was doing this for him was such a turn on. Getting ready for him knowing that every little detail was designed to make him happy just made me nuts.
I had finished in time to get dressed and cook the evening meal for my grandfather.
I had applied lotion to my arms, neck, hands and any other spot that Martin might touch. I even changed the way I combed my hair. Brushing it straight back.
Making sure that everything was perfect I waited for my grandfather to go to bed. After I heard that he was asleep I headed out to workers living quarters.
Wearing my t-shirt, jeans and flip flops I knocked on Martins door. Without having to wait I heard him call out for me to come in.
As soon as I entered closing the door behind me Martin stepped up to me sliding his arms around my waist then kind of leaning back to look me over. He smiled, "Very nice" he would say.
Of course I blushed and casually asked, "What?" He smiled and kissed me. Gently. Then he pulled back and said that he had missed me the day before.
He went on to tell me that he was on his way to come see me when he saw me driving away in the morning. He went on to explain that I had made him worry. Thinking that maybe he had put to many "expectations" on me the day before.
Expectations? I thought to myself.
But not one word about almost choking me and scaring the hell out of me.
I just smiled and walked in as he took me by the hand leading me to sit with him on the couch. "Babe wait," I blurted out. "Let me go to the bathroom first ok?" "Sure," he replied. Off I went.
Surprise number one and man was I nervous. One of the "expectations" was that he wanted me in softer clothes when we were alone.
I had no clue what he meant by that but Janie had an idea. I told Janie that I was not going to wear women's clothes and she laughed and told me to trust her.
Who am I kidding if Martin had told me to wear panties I probably would've.
I pulled my pants off and stood there in a pair of soft, sexy shorts that I had on under my pants. Shorts in the 70's were short. Just look back to old NBA highlights.
These shorts were "pretty" as Janie had put it, plus the color was light. I had no fucking clue what any of that meant but I trusted Janie.
I liked them because they really showed off my curvy ass. I stepped back getting up on the toilet seat so I could see myself in the mirror over the sink.
Turning for a side view my shorts just did cover my butt. I took a deep breath and thought ok, here I go. Walking out of the bathroom I laid my pants down on Martins bed as I headed back out to the couch with Martin.
As I walked passed him he let out a loud drawn out whistle. "I like that babe," he would say taking my hand and sitting me next to him. I know, I know and yes I started blushing. He leaned back and started talking about his day.
Then without thinking he put his hand on my knee and his voice stopped. He turned and faced me as he ran his hand up my thigh while he leaned down and kissed me.
It was an open mouth kiss this time with all that goes with it. He stopped his hand mid-thigh then slowly ran his hand back down my thigh to my knee. The entire time his mouth and his tongue were partying with mine.
Kissing me and making loud smacking noises he suddenly stopped then pulled back. Slightly sliding down on the couch I would come to learn this as my signal.
But because it was the first time it took me a minute. Then I understood, I was to suck his cock. I undid his pants and gently pulled his cock out. I started stroking it slowly as I continued to kiss him.
With each stroke I could feel his breathing getting deep and his cock getting harder. Then I lowered my head and slipped the head of his cock in my mouth.
Again I wasn't very tall and he was almost 6ft tall. Martin easily reached over and slid his hand under the waist band of my shorts.
I heard a low grown escape his mouth and I knew that meant that he really liked the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
