Chapter 4: Let's Do Lunch
Whoever could have thought that a pair of old overalls could ever be sexy in 1965? Probably nobody, unless they saw me in them. Every farmer (male and most females), at every age wore Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls. Like a pig in a poke, turkey in the straw or Howdy-do – some things are a given. I was particularly given to wear Osh Kosh, the shorter and tighter the better.
That's what I had on the following Wednesday, as I headed out for a horse ride around noon. The bright, early September day was particularly warm. Pulling the horse to a walk, I unbuckled the built-in Osh-Gosh suspenders and took my top off. Bouncing on Shadow with my bared boobs next to the jeans, my nipples hardened. That was just a small part of my devious plan, as I caught sight of a secluded path to the Grove up ahead. The sun was directly overhead, as I spied Uncle Paul underneath a large oak tree having lunch.
"Well, isn't this a surprise! How did you know I…" he started, as I dismounted Shadow and pulled a blanket from behind the saddle.
"You should have never mentioned where you had your lunch, if you didn't want company," I smiled, spreading out the long blanket roll next to him. "Or, maybe you'd rather be left alone?" I asked coyly.
"No, I'm ALWAYS glad to see you Barbie!" He emphasized, but was hesitant to join me on the blanket. "You're looking particularly scrumptious. Working on your tan?" he added, noticing my partially exposed boobs and long legs.
Ignoring his triviality, I sat down and leaned back to take in the diffused sunlight blocked by the huge limbs overhead. "No, actually I was hoping we could finish what we started last Friday," I nervously blurted out and undid both suspenders. Paul cleared his throat, while I wasted little time in stripping out of my overalls.
"I – I don't think… you know what Daley said, if he ever caught us? Besides, I just think its wrong!" He lamely offered, watching my every seductive move.
Seeing my naked form in the light of day, he was clearly at odds with himself. "So, this doesn't interest you in the slightest?" I asked, feeling up my boobs and spreading my legs.
"I didn't say that. God, you're driving me crazy!" He fidgeted to adjust his boner, while I turned over on all fours to show him my wet pussy. A few strong gusts of wind flew through the secluded grove, partially covering the sound of Shadow's snorts and the creek bed from beyond. Turning my head back to gauge his interest, I was pleasantly delighted to see he had unzipped. Watching him casually stroking the formidable object of my desire really got my juices going. I fingered and teased my pussy, all the time keeping a safe distance from him to heighten the drama.
"Don't ya just want to fuck me, huh?" I challenged and leaned closer, licking my lips at the sight of his full erection.
"Well, if you don't, I know who can!" Cried a voice from beyond the tall oaks.
"Shit! I can't believe this!" I uttered, pulling the blanket up around me. "Who the fuck is THAT?" I yelled at Paul.
My uncle was just as startled by the foreigner's voice, as he quickly zipped and stood up to confront the stranger. Paul instantly recognized José Martinez, slowly stepping from behind the old tree. "You bastard José. What the hell are you doing here?" Paul shouted.
"See, I think your brother would like to know what you two are doing here, don't you?" The smiling Mexican asked, as he ambled closer to us.
"He's a part-timer working for your dad this summer. Don't worry, I'll take care of him," Paul whispered to me.
"I think I'd rather have your brother's daughter make that choice, hmm?" He said, moving uncomfortably close to me. Paul immediately shoved the shorter, but well-built man back a few feet. He lost his balance and fell down. Still smiling, he brushed himself off and got to his feet. "Why do you treat me that way? Aren't you afraid of what your Pappa will think about this?" He asked. I shamefully lowered my head, knowing we were about to be blackmailed.
"What are you talking about, you crazy asshole? I suppose you think he would ever believe you," Paul reacted to the implication.
"Shhh Paul. José wants something, don't you José – something to keep you quiet, right?" I surmised, tilting my head to see the Mexican's expression.
"She's a smart girl! She is a very beautiful woman, but smart too," acknowledged José, taking a few steps closer to me. "See Paul, I think she likes me too," he added, reaching down to run his weathered hands through my hair.
Paul was expectedly pissed and tried to stand between us. Knowing that any confrontation was futile, I held him back and let José continue to stroke my hair. The dark tanned Mexican, probably in his early thirties, sported a thick mustache and was not unattractive. Though his intentions were less than honorable, I leaned my head into his hand.
