The year 2020--as the world struggled with the intensive effects of COVID-19--life became so miserable for most of us. I used to live at a ranch and work as a farm boy for Mr. and Mrs. Speke, a couple that had relocated to Kenya to do farming for their small coffee and beverage company. Mr. Speke was a doctor while Mrs. Speke took care of the ranch and the coffee farms. Mrs. Speke was a woman of high value, highly respected, with lots of friends. Generally, a happy woman, apart from the occasional altercations she would bring anytime one of the workers did something against her wants. She spoke highly of her husband. Most of the time, because of the pandemic, Mr. Speke was away attending to people in hospitals and isolation centers.
Mrs. Speke, however, kept the farm running smoothly. A few months passed, and some of my fellow workers were axed because the farm was not doing so well, as were many other businesses affected by the pandemic. I was one of the fortunate four who were permitted to continue working, but with a pay cut. I was more than ready to continue working since there were many people out there who were jobless. The two others were girls who were in charge of the household chores, while the other guy was in charge of taking care of the cattle. I was assigned the task of looking after the coffee farm. Mrs. Speke loved her coffee trees. She would always go to the coffee farm daily, strolling around in between the rows and observing the coffee berries.
She was an absolutely beautiful woman, probably in her late 40s. Mrs. Speke is a black woman, married to a white man from Europe. She is one of those women any man would kill to have: a very beautiful face, light skin tone, thick black hair, and a chin so beautifully plastered against some small red lips. She stands towering at some 5'8 feet, with a huge juicy pair of boobs and hips curved so tightly to give a shape so enticing to any man. Her ass is huge, rounded, and very juicy. The type of ass that rumbled into violent shakes whenever she made a step while walking. I occasionally found myself fantasizing about her; she would drive me crazy anytime she walked into the coffee farms.
She occasionally caught me staring but never said a word. She would greet me with a big smile and was generally so friendly with me. I would be so happy whenever she would ask me to walk her around the coffee farm, looking at her berries while I starved at her chest berries. She wore a unique cologne that everyone in the ranch recognized. I loved the fragrance every time she would pass by. It was on a fine Saturday afternoon; I was busy working on the coffee trees, doing some pruning.
The sun was high in the sky, sending down strong rays of heat that beat me up, right from my head down to my feet. The scorching sun made it so hot. I removed my shirt, perspiration dripping off me as I labored, my not-so-large muscles, abs, and my hairy chest revealed. I was busy tilling the farm when suddenly, the voice I always longed for came spearing into my ears.
"Do you work out?" it said.
I was struck, immediately looked behind me, and there she was, standing. Mrs. Speke was in full bloom. She was beaming her beautiful smile as she scanned me from top to bottom. I could not avoid gazing at her cleavage while she stood before me, looking like an angel standing in the core of hell; the heat emanating from the sun was so much. She had on a beautiful flowery sundress that gripped her body tightly, revealing her curves in a very dramatic way. I hadn't realized that her presence had taken my mind so far away into the realm of fantasy. She spoke again.
"Jonathan, are you okay?"
Instantly snapping me back to reality.
I let out a small silly laugh and told her I was fine and replied, "No madam, I don't work out."
She walked towards me, slowly extending her hands towards my chest, walking in a very seductive manner, with her low tone whispering, "Don't call me madam, call me Ann," and smiled seductively at me, touching my skin, feeling every inch of it. Then she walked past me. Her fragrance sent me into oblivion and almost made me fall with ecstasy. On turning around, a huge ass was flying high in its full might, rumbling, almost generating a soft clap sound with every bounce. It gave me a small boner just looking at it.
"Jonathan, your wife must be so happy to have a hardworking and handsome man like you. She is very lucky to have you," she said as she walked, looking and touching coffee berries.
This statement took me out, and I burst out laughing. "Wife? What do you mean? I am not married. In fact, I don't have a girlfriend."
She turned around in disbelief and made a small giggle. "How on earth does a man like you be single?" and continued her way.
"Come to my house later for coffee or something to cool off. The sun today is hotter than normal," she said as she walked away.
I hesitated for a second but again replied with, "Okay, I'll turn up later, madam Speke--sorry, Ann."
