I was driving through a desolate area of the Karoo in South Africa when my engine started to splutter. Shit! I cursed as I looked around me. In the distance I could see a windmill. I figured there must be a house nearby. If only my car would hold out until then.
I turned off the main road and down a dusty track, heading for the windmill. The car was jerking and splattering madly now. A short while later it died completely. I got out and started walking in the direction of the homestead. And then I heard a sound. I looked around and saw a tractor coming towards me. It drew up next to me and the farmer cut the engine. And what a sight he was.
Tall, well built and ruggedly handsome with naturally sun bleached hair. He had warm brown eyes and full red lips that looked a little too ripe and sensual. He was poured into tiny khaki shorts that framed his juicy, beefy butt and showed off his heavy package in the front. I could see tufts of brown hair in the valley of his close fitting shirt. Brown hairs dusted his shapely, sun bronzed legs. I got wood immediately and squirmed as I tried to hide it.
'You got problems with the car.' he stated as he thrust out his large hand.
'Hi Kevin.' I told him.
'Koos.' he replied. 'We'll tow the car back to the house.'
He got a piece of rope from out of the tractor cab and set about hitching me up. He was totally in control and I felt superfluous. All I could do was stand and watch, enjoying the sight of his shorts riding up into his butt crack and the mound of man meat on display as he squatted.
'There. All done. Follow me.' he told me.
We arrived at the farmhouse and his pretty little wife came out to meet us. She was as dainty and petite as he was big and burly. Her long blonde hair flowed free and her beautiful shoulders were bare. I found myself getting quite turned on by her too. This was going to be a difficult time, I told myself. But they were so friendly I soon felt at ease. The house was very sparsely furnished. They told me they had recently taken over an abandoned farm and were trying to make a go of it.
We sat down in the lounge and Riana brought us some coffee. Koos told me not to worry about the car. He would get a mechanic friend to come have a look at it the next day. In the meantime I was to be their guest. A half hour later Riana came in and told Koos that his bath was ready. She then looked very embarrassed and said something to Koos in Afrikaans.
'We don't yet got electricity.' Koos told me in his slightly broken English. 'We have to make fire for hot water, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bath with me.'
My ears burned. I could not believe what I was hearing. This was beyond my wildest dream.
'Not at all.' I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could.
Riana brought a large zinc bath into the lounge and set it on the carpet. Then she started bringing in buckets of hot water and half filled the bath. Next she brought two towels and a bar of soap. I waited for her to withdraw but she didn't. She simply sat down in one of the chairs and took out her knitting. My hopes were dashed. I was going to see her big bear of a husband naked, but it would all be above board with no chance of any hanky panky.
Koos stripped off his clothes and I just about passed out at the sight of him. Dressed he was stunning; naked he was out of this world. My cock lurched into full erection. I didn't know what to do; how could I get undressed in this state. If I turned my back she would see my stiffy, if I didn't he would. But then suddenly my problems were solved. Koos' big, heavy uncut cock started rising. Before my eyes it lengthened and thickened. He simply moved it to one side and climbed into the bath as if it were the most natural thing in the word. I stripped off and climbed in too. It was a tight fit and our crossed legs seemed to be in the way. But then he took my feet and put them on either side of his hips while his feet were just under my balls.