Bob Harlan was in the barn working on his old tractor. The fuel pump was acting up again and it was time to rebuild it. He had it torn apart on the workbench. The sound of a car in the driveway made him look up and then stand up. He was grinning as he walked to the small backdoor of the barn and opened it.
The little bright blue car came around the side of the barn and stopped angled in close to the door. "Are you lost black girl?" He asked still smiling.
"Hell no I ain't lost," the young woman driving said as she shut off the motor. "I know exactly where I am you old white honky."
Bob chuckled and said, "How ya doing Marley?"
"If I was any better, there would be a law against it." She replied as she opened the door.
Bob openly admired the young woman's legs and thighs as she turned in the seat and put her bare left foot on the ground. The short sundress rode up her thighs as her knees spread and her leg extended.
Marley grinned at the older man as she moved her other foot to the ground. "You do like to look at me, don't ya?"
"And you do like to tease me, don't ya?" He shot back with a like grin.
"A girls got to have fun, as they say."
Bob nodded and then asked, "Why do you come all the way out to my place when your daddies places is a lot closer to town?"
"Because daddies there and my three brothers. I don't get a minutes rest there. They're always after me about when I'm coming home to stay. I ain't but they don't believe it for one minute."
"Yeah, since your mama died, your daddy hasn't been the same and even worse since you went away to college."
Marley sighed and stood up. "I may have been raised a farm girl but I ain't staying one. I've got plans." She moved sideways and closed the car door. She leaned on the side of the car and watched as Bob's eyes ran up and down her body slowly. They made her shiver. They always had since the day he had caught her skinny-dipping in his pond.
"You get prettier and prettier every time I see you," he said as he looked at her face.
"You say that to all us black girls you find naked on your place," Marley said and then laughed.
"So far, you're the only one I've caught."
"I was the only one in this end of the county," Marley said as she turned around and leaned her elbows on the roof of the car and stuck her ass out.
Bob groaned softly. "Now we're getting to the dangerous side."
"Dangerous for who?" Marley asked as she rocked her hips from side to side.
"Both of us. With my luck, you'd get pregnant and I'd die from the shear joy of it all."
Marley laughed and turned around. "I've been on birth control since I was eighteen and you know it."
Bob nodded. He had been the one who took her to town to see the doctor. Her father had forbid it and ranted about it to everyone. His idea was that birth control was the devils way of telling women it was all right to have sex with whoever they wanted. He had far different ideas. Women should have sex for babies or when their husbands wanted it and no other reasons.
When he didn't say anything, Marley asked, "So how warm is the water down at the pond?"
"It's starting to warm up. You're nipples probably won't freeze solid and break off if you stay on the shallow end."
Marley's hands came up and brushed across the front of her dress at her breasts. When she lowered them, there were two tents in the soft fabric. "In that case, I'll wait another month or so before I go skinny-dipping. The girls would look funny without nipples."
"There you go teasing me again," Bob said with a grin.
"Teasing both of us is more like it."
Bob nodded. "Go on and get out of here. Go roam the woods to your hearts content."
Marley smiled and started toward the back of the car. She stopped as she reached it and looked back over her shoulder. "You do know that I wander around these woods naked, don't you?"
"Oh yeah, I know but I try not to think about it," Bob said softly.
Marley laughed and said, "Maybe you should come with me one of these days."
"I'd just walk into the first tree I came to and kill myself." Bob replied and then sighed. "I can still see you the way you were that day I caught you."
"I've filled out some more since then," Marley said with a grin. "You don't know what you're missing."
"I can imagine and that's enough for me," Bob said and then laughed. "Now all I have to do is keep my mind on putting that fuel pump back together right."
"Have fun," Marley said as she headed across the feedlot to the trail leading down into the woods toward the pond. The sun felt warm on her bare shoulders and Bob's eyes on her swaying ass made something else very warm also.
*****
Bob had the fuel pump back on the tractor. It idled smoothly and ran much better as he ran it down the driveway to the road using several different gear combinations. He returned to the barn and shut it off. He was congratulating himself on a job well done when Marley came through the backdoor out of breath.
"There's a calf in the creek," she said between ragged breaths. "And she can't get out."
"Which creek?" Bob asked as he headed toward the tack room.
"The one closest to daddies place." Marley's dad's place backed up to Bob's but it was thirty miles around by road because of all the creeks in that area.
Bob grabbed some rope and a couple of slings from the wall of the tack room and returned to the tractor. He tossed it all in the work box behind the seat and climbed up on the tractor and sat down. He reached for the key and then looked around at Marley. "Which part of that creek? It runs a half mile across the back of my place alone."
"It would be easier for me to show you," Marley said as she started to climb up on the tractor.
Before Bob could protest, she sat down in his lap and wiggled from side to side. "It's been a long time since I rode on daddies lap when he was plowing."
"And I ain't your daddy," Bob pointed out in way of a protest.
Marley grinned and wiggled her butt again. "I won't tell anyone if you don't"
Bob groaned softly as he reached around Marley and put the tractor in gear. The tractor gave a jerk as he let out the clutch and then moved slowly out of the barn and around the side to the old road cutting toward the back of his place.
He stopped at the gate at the side of the feedlot and Marley jumped down to open it. He pulled through. She closed the gate, and climbed back up to sit down in his lap. She wiggled her ass again and then leaned back against him as he let out the clutch and fed the motor more fuel. The tractor moved without a jerk this time.
The road was fairly smooth, so Bob pushed in the clutch, reduced the throttle, and shifted up to third gear. He let out the clutch and set the throttle until they were doing twenty-five miles an hour. He had to lean to the left to steer and to see around the young woman on his lap.
As they neared the end of the ridgeline, he pushed in the clutch and used the brakes to slow. He made the left turn and used the brakes again on the short downhill section to the top of the dam on the pond. They crossed that and started up the far hill.
This hill was steeper and rougher. He ended up downshifting to second. Marley bouncing on his lap was a distraction to say the least. At one rougher section she shifted over until she was straddling his right thigh. He put an arm around her waist so she didn't fall off. She was holding onto one side of the seat with one hand and his knee with the other.
By the time they reached the top, there was a branding iron sitting on his right thigh. Even through the thick cloth of his overall it was hot, hot, hot. He left the tractor in second as they crossed a series of short bumps. Marley bounced on his thigh and the heat got even hotter. He took a hissing breath and rocked his leg from side to side.
"Am I too heavy?" Marley asked as he did.
"Heavy, no, hot, yes." He replied as he rocked his leg again.
Marley laughed and said, "Rocking your leg ain't helping things one bit. Between your leg rubbing, the bumps, and the vibrations, I might just go up in flames."
"I don't know why you're not on fire already."
Marley laughed again and shook her head. "I far too wet to burn. I'm making a mess out of this dress."
Bob groaned as he thought about telling her to take it off. Probably not a good idea was his next thought. "Well, slide forward or back ever so often. I need some relief."
Marley groaned. "If I do I'll be the one getting relief and probably falling off the damned tractor to boot."
The flat road wasn't much of a problem except for the heat on his thigh but crossing two creeks with their rough entrances and exits rocked Marley back and forth and side to side on his leg. The heat would go up and up. They were crossing a third creek when the right rear tire hit a large rock under the water and Marley bounced up in the air and came down hard.
With a long loud groan, she leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the dash with both hands as her hips jerked and flexed against his thigh. Bob's mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide as he realized the young woman was coming like crazy. He hadn't seen anything like it since long before his wife died.
Luckily, the road on the other side of the creek was flat, level, and straight because he couldn't reach the throttle the way Marley was leaned over. As they neared the big creek, he tried to slip his hand under her to shut the throttle off. All he felt was her breast on the back of his hand and wrist.
With a soft whimper she sat up suddenly. "Now is a hell of a time to be groping me," she said hoarsely and then chuckled.
Bob got his hand on the throttle and shut it off as he pushed in the clutch. The tractor rolled to a stop. "If I ever did grope you, you'd sure as hell know it," he said. "And it would be a hell of a better job than that."
Marley laughed and looked around. "Down that away," she said a moment later, pointing to the right.
Bob had to back up a bit to make a turn into a cattle trail. They followed it along for a ways and shortly came to an angled crossing down the side of the creek.
