The best lovemaking of my life, was the first.
When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother's first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their mother.
Shirley was a bleached blonde and always had a half inch or so of dark roots showing. To this day I find that attractive. She was fit and muscular from working on the farm and had a husky voice and a great smile. I began to notice her more and to take in every detail of how she looked and acted. When I was very young, I was always fascinated by the plentiful hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with that much soft hair and when the first summer came, I discovered she had the same short soft pale hair on her legs. When she and her daughters came one day to help pick green bean from our garden she wore a halter top, which was in style back then, and one of my favorite things on a woman. When she stopped to push her hair out of her face, I noticed long brown hair under her arms too. At that moment her perspiration had dampened her yellow halter enough that I could clearly see the outline of large dark nipples and that with the sight of her underarm hair gave me an immediate erection. I turned away and picked madly to hide it from my mother and Shirley and her daughters but from that moment on, I secretly watched Shirley as much as possible.
When we stopped to rest and sit in the shade, Shirley and my mom both lit cigarettes. I had always hated smoking and being around smokers but suddenly on Shirley it was sexy. I noticed that at the end of her long slow exhales wisps of smoke came from her nose. She seemed to really enjoy each cigarette and each time she drew on it.
My fascination with Shirley continued for the next four years. I found that during the summer her standard dress was shorts and a halter top, often with an open short sleeve blouse over it. Her breasts were not overly large, I later learned they were a B cup, but her areolas were large and brown and her nipples were prominent and quick to erect. By the time I as 19 I had a serious crush on her and she was the object of most of my masturbatory fantasies, my perfect woman.
During the summer of my 19th year I heard a conversation between Shirley and my mother that shocked me. Her husband had been abusing her for years physically and verbally. Since her daughters were getting older she was considering a divorce. She then told my mother that her husband was taking their daughters and show calves to the state fair at Sedalia, Missouri but she was not going. She was going to stay behind to take care of the farm. I slipped back out of the house so that they would not know I had been listening and five minutes later my mother called me back. She said that Shirley had a question for me. Shirley asked if I would like to make a little money helping her on the farm during the next week. My mouth went dry and my palms damp and I tried to give a positive answer without showing my excitement.
Shirley's Farm
Shirley met me at the gate when I arrived at 7 am. She was wearing old white halter top and white shorts. Her dark tan, lovely face and quick smile made me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. She told me that her husband had thrown several loads of hay on the barn floor and had two more trailer's loaded outside and we were going to start the day by stacking all of it. She carried a water jug and her cigarettes and lighter in her hands but quickly handed me the jug and linked her arm through mine. She smiled at me and told me how happy she was that I was there to help her and keep her company as she led me to the barn.
