It was mid week in late summer and Jennifer was busying herself in her room, organizing her school work into her backpack. Jennifer and her family lived on an expansive farm nestled in the Midwest. She was the only child of Dana and Jake Peters, farmers of relatively lucrative means but still living in the house that Jennifer's grandfather had built. Jennifer loved the old house and her second floor bedroom as it overlooked the fields of corn and their large pull barn that depending on the season was used for machinery and crop storage. Their plot of land was several hundred acres and took up a large expanse on either side of their dirt road. Their closest neighbor, Floyd, lived several miles down the road. This night, like many before, was a full moon and not a cloud in the sky. Jennifer always found the view picturesque and would often stare out her window into the still warm night.
Jennifer also enjoyed working on their farm and flirting with the local boys had always been one of her few sources of recreation. It wasn't difficult as this eighteen year old high school senior was finding out. Standing at 5'7" she had long smooth legs, tanned and toned from her many days out in the sun working on the farm. She would often compliment them by wearing one of her many pairs of short and tight jean shorts that barely covered her ass. Her father had disapproved of her recent wardrobe choices but Jennifer insisted on wearing them, telling her father that it covered more than a bikini and that she didn't want tan lines. Over the summer her father gave up the fight, figuring that the farm would be protection enough for his daughter, although the tight tops she had always worn were now supporting a pair of C cup breasts that looked even larger when contrasted against her smooth fit tanned stomach. Had Mr. Peters known how tan her stomach was he might have had other questions for Jennifer because she never laid out tanning. Truth was, when given the chance, Jennifer would neatly fold up her top tightly underneath her breasts when she was alone out in the fields, enjoying the heat of the sun against her body. Jennifer would alternate keeping her gorgeously long brown hair in pony or pigtails depending on the heat and could easily leave loose curls in it for more formal occasions outside of the farm work.
It had seemed that the little farming town they were a part of had taken notice of Jennifer blossoming into a curvy young woman as the traffic along their dirt road always seem to be a little heavier when Jennifer was out front working. Men both young and old would drive by in their trackers or trucks and drink in long looks at Jennifer as she moved around in her barely there jean shorts and trim form fitting top. Jennifer would rarely mind and for some of the cuter ones she would put on a bit of a show whether it was bending over farther than necessary to look at some farm equipment or pretend not to notice them as she peeled her top off over her head, exposing her now full breasts and often lacy bra. The last of those actions had resulted in near accidents out in front of her house as drivers swerved in distraction. The one notable exception to this fun was their neighbor Floyd, who Jennifer found to be a bit creepy and perverse as he seemed to take extra measures to drive by extremely slow when she was out front, looking across and out of his truck at her. Definitely not one of the cuter ones, Floyd, was middle aged with thinning hair, an even thinner frame and few teeth. His partially toothless grin had always struck Jennifer as creepy and her father had always told her that she needed to be careful around him, often calling him a leach on society. Floyd lived on his unemployment and disability checks although, we were never sure of what disability. But Jennifer learned to ignore Floyd and his rusted out beater of a truck and concentrate on more appealing characters her age.
Jennifer now found herself as one of the most popular girls at school that every boy seemingly wanted to get with. A fact that was all too commonly known by her father, whom grew very protective of her when she ventured off of the farm. Until recently, Jennifer had never brought dates home as her father was a very intimidating man, with a large built frame and an unseemly collection of shotguns. As a result Jennifer remained relatively sheltered when it came to boys, but her recent admission and acceptance to a large college was sure to change all of that. Since her future in college was all but assured she was not as diligent with her studies and her routine teasing she enjoyed on the farm was now spilling over into the classroom.
On three occasions she had been sent home for a change of clothes as her outfit was deemed to violate the school's dress code. Two of the times for her short jean shorts that would not only show off her fit legs but also her snug fitting thongs as they would peak out at the small of her back. The other issue arose when she wore a low cut top, as Jennifer now flirted with the policy of acceptable amounts of cleavage. The top was not inappropriate in a trashy sense but because of her large, soft breasts it was proving to be quite a distraction to others. Informed of this and with the threat of her father finding out, she then tried to flirt with the rules but never break them, as a girl of her figure didn't need to come close to violating the dress code to be bombshell.
Between her chores and farm work she had gone through the motions with her school work this evening and decided to call it a night. It was nearly eleven and Jennifer was exhausted. Stripping off of her clothes slowly in front of the mirror she ran her hands over her curves playfully one last time before turning her lights off and slipping into her made bed. Shortly after Jennifer had turned in for the night a sky blue light pierced through her windowpane and on to the far wall of her room. She looked at it curiously, it was no more than two inches in diameter and almost looked like it had the focus of a laser beam, illuminating its path through the air. Slowly Jennifer crawled across her bed to get a view of where the light was coming from. Peaking out it appeared the light was coming from their pull barn itself.
She immediately thought it was a snoopy neighbor boy coming to watch her undress for the night, how rude she thought, and if he keeps it up like this her father is going to kill him. Not wanting to escalate the issue that far as she was almost certain that her father would think that she was partially to blame, Jennifer decided to handle this issue herself. Jennifer quietly slipped on a pair of her jeans shorts, thong, bra and a tight fitting top, before sneaking downstairs and slipping on a pair of her cute low cut boots. Making her way to the pull barn she noticed that the beam of focused light had extinguished and the night was eerily quiet with only a slight breeze making its way across the field. She crouched down, sneaking her way to the door of the pull barn only to find that the lock was still in place. That was funny she thought as she distinctly remember the light coming from the barn. With a shrug she began to turn back when she noticed the light again, this time cutting through the air behind the barn where it came to rest on the barn's far side. Jennifer walked around the corner and saw the beam make its way through the corn stalks to the pull barn. Tracing it back she was now sure that someone was messing with her. She made her way through the corn towards the source of the light, trying to be as quiet as possible.
