Therese looked sexy hoeing my field in a white tank top with a teasing amount of cleavage. I could see a hint of ass cheek under her lavender cotton shorts. Therese always wears a bikini underneath, which drives everyone crazy cuz she never strips the shorts or tank top off.
I could see blue bikini strings dangling over her curvy hips. Big loops of bikini wrapped around her slender neck, tangled with dirty blonde hair coming from her pony tail. Therese is about 5'4" and no more than 110 pounds. She has full breasts, plump pouty lips and an ass that is a freak of nature. As a farmer I've never seen a creation more stimulating than Therese's behind. Even sexier than what porn sites refer to these days as a "bubble but."
I'm a forty-five year old bachelor and tobacco farm owner. I don't get off the farm all summer long, so Therese is one hell of a welcomed visual. Rarely does a girl hot as her come looking for part-time farm work. Her generous curves -- those outcasts of nature that don't look like they belong on any farm -- stand out with massive presence. My cock is aroused right now writing about it.
Therese has been working on my tobacco farm part-time for three seasons, to help supplement her income as a part-time dance teacher. She enjoys the exercise and sunshine for a tan. Therese works on a crew with three full-time women and a stocky kid I just hired out of High School named Andy. Now I should point out, these three women are nothing like Therese when it comes to sex appeal working a hoe. All three: Jen, Tina and Linda are heavy, middle-aged, buxom women -- yet surprisingly agile on their feet. They have what I call strong bodies, fleshy arms and crude mouths.
I geared my quad runner down to a crawl, amongst the crew hoeing weeds, lit a homegrown cigarette and listened in on the banter:
"Watch out Therese," taunted gang leader Jen, "one of these days we're gonna tie you up, leave you out here in the field."
The other girls laughed and heckled. Therese winced.
"Yeah Therese, maybe we'll tie you to a tree and let barely legal Andy finger your wet pussy."
"What makes you think I'm wet?" asked Therese with a confused look.
"Honey you're built for one thing, and that's sex," smirked Linda.
Therese ignored the lewd comment, her hips moving with the hoe.
"Hey Therese," taunted Tina, "does your boyfriend ever get to see you in a bikini?"
"Of course he does."
"Well bitch, you never give us a bikini show with your stripper body!"
"Whatever," grimaced Therese focused on a weed, "so now you think I'm a stripper?"
"What's wrong Therese," ribbed Jen, "you scared to show off in front of us, you think we'll be jealous?"
"I'm not comfortable working in just my bikini."
"Oh right, you save your little stripper body for weekends."
"I'm a dance teacher, not a stripper!"
"Yeah sure you are; why do you think farmer Christopher here keeps you around?"
I first hired Therese three years ago and quickly overlooked her lack of productivity. I mean holy fuck what a curved out body on her, stretching, bending, seeding, planting, suckering, weeding with a hoe, priming leaves -- whatever Therese does she makes me forget all about farm productivity.
"Hey Andy," yelled Jen, "I bet you wanna see Therese in her bikini, then when we tie her to a tree you'll know what you're fingering!"
Andy leered with his boyish looks.
Therese -- flushed red from imagining herself tied to a tree getting fingered by a nineteen year-old -- shook her head with indifference. Once again she was outnumbered in the field.
"Hey Andy," asked Tina; "what part of Therese would you most like to see most in a bikini?"
"Her MILF ass," answered Andy without hesitation, "my buddies always joke about nailing thirty year old chicks in the back door."
Therese curled her pouty lips, took a deep breath, then spoke with punk attitude, "Seriously? Like seriously you're gonna talk like that about me?"
"Oh relax," laughed Jen, "give the big kid a little show; introduce him to farm girls gone wild!"
"Maybe tomorrow," Therese teased back with a look that said fuck-you.
"Andy, I dare ya to pull on her bikini strings," ribbed Linda, "HAHA maybe put a twenty down her tank top -- we know that's how she rolls!"
Therese had enough. She dropped her hoe and punched the much larger Linda in the arm. Of course her punch had no effect other than leaving a fleshy dimple. Linda laughed and pushed Therese backwards into the dirt.
"Whatch-ya gonna do about it stripper girl," mocked Linda. As Therese tried to get up Jen and Tina took their feet and pushed her back down into the sandy tobacco soil.
I finally had to dust out my smoke and yell, "Girls enough; get back to work."
Therese still on her rear end brushed sand off her young looking thighs. Her full breasts looked hot and sweaty in a white tank top. Instinctively she checked the bikini loop behind her neck.
"Come on Therese," begged Jen, "don't be a prude, you're only thirty, that's still young enough to give Andy a better look at your stripper body."
"Quit calling me a stripper, it's rude."
"Every day we can see your ass cheeks, your tits falling out when you bend over, at least take the shorts off for fucks sakes!"
Therese got up embarrassed and pulled her shorts down a bit to cover her cheeks. She brushed tobacco sand off her shorts. Then with a slight street cadence Therese goes; "why don't you all fuck off, it's none of your business how I dress, maybe I like the look with my shorts, what's it to any of you?"
"HAHA, what ya'll worryin' about fashion?" jeered a swarthy Tina with her fat jiggling arms pushing the hoe, "we're in the middle of a gawd dammed tobacco field!"
"Hell honey, nowzz the fucking time to show it off," heckled Linda with her large ass bent over the hoe. "Just pretend you're at the strip club."
"Screw off," yelled Therese in her ethereal voice, "my gawd, I'm not a stripper, I teach dance!"
I hopped off my quad, lit another home grown cigarette and snapped open a bottle of beer. Drinking and spying on Therese are my two vices.
Jen held the hoe straight and leaned it on her chin, "come on Therese; tell the truth, where do you really dance? Quit being a prissy and show virgin boy here some stripper moves."
Andy had his eyes bulging all over Therese as she bent over to pick up her hoe. I could see Therese's concaved stomach under the white shirt as she stretched. I had to chime in again, "Girls, go easy on Andy, he's probably getting all the pussy he can handle."
"Hey farmer Christopher, how about you take your shirt of?!!" yelled Tina. The big girls often flirt with me. I weight about 185 pounds with a sturdy farmer's physique. Between all the hard work and smoking I carry little fat on my body. Once in a while I like entertaining the big boned girls, keeps productivity and worker morale up. So I pulled off my plain white T, hoping I might finally get Therese worked up. Admittedly I've never once seen Therese turned-on or even a bit flirty.
Jen, Linda and Tina started whooping it up pestering me.
"You can leave those work boots under my bed tonight Christopher!" laughed one of them.
"I still see weeds to be pulled girls," was my lame response. Then I took a quick pull on the bottle.