This story is a revision of one I posted several years ago with the same title. All characters and events in this story are fictional.
Pulling a trailer of baled hay, I drove the tractor into the farmyard. As I passed the house, I couldn't keep from staring at the bathroom window. My mind's eye rewound to that morning's accidental encounter with Susan.
She'd been coming out of the bathroom with her robe wide open and I'd gotten an eye full of her firm body. I'd paid little attention to her doe-like brown eyes or her soft facial features. Mesmerized by her small, perky tits and flat belly. I'd stared at her dark pubic hair and the toned muscles of her thighs.
Susan seemed surprised, but hadn't looked embarrassed. She'd been kind of slow to close the robe. I wondered if it was really an accident. This was my fourth summer working on her farm. I'd never even gotten a glimpse of her body until that morning. Thinking of the sight left me semi-hard most of the day.
I tried to shrug it off as I pulled up next to the barn, shut down the engine, and aligned the elevator. Susan came from the house pulling on her work gloves.
"So, you want to stack or toss?" Susan said.
"I'll toss half then switch with you."
Susan agreed and went into the barn. I turned on the elevator, then crawled up in the wagon and grabbed the first hay bale. Susan's naked body came to mind again. The fire in my groin returned. I shook my head trying to dispel that notion.
Susan leaned out of the hayloft. "Go ahead and send them. If you see them stacking up, hold off until I catch up."
I waved and tossed the first bale on the track. I watched it being dragged up to the window and pitch off the end into the loft. I thought of riding the elevator up to the window and having a hot sexual interlude with Susan.
Oh, the things I'd do with her. First, I'd take her in my arms and kiss her lips and neck. Then I'd slowly undress and lay her back on the bales. I'd eat her hairy pussy until she squealed, then spend the rest of the day screwing her brains out.
"Hey, waiting on you. What are you doing? Is there something wrong?" Susan said.
Heat flooded my face and I shook my head, then grabbed another bale. "Sorry, got to day dreaming, Aunt Sue. Here they come." She nodded with a smile, then disappeared back inside the barn.
I tossed bales until I'd unloaded a bit more than half the wagon. I jumped on the last one and rode it up into the loft. I fell off the end and got stuck between a couple bales.
Susan laughed at my shenanigans and helped me up, but my fantasy of a wanton sexual experience didn't materialize. When I was freed from the bales she went down the loft ladder and out to the wagon.
I stacked the last bale, then slid down the ladder. I pulled off my gloves and stuck them in my back pocket. Susan met me at the bottom of the ladder. She gave me a longing look, then seemed to look through me, lost in thought.
"Aunt Sue? You want me to go get another load?"
She blinked a couple times. "Ah, yeah, that'll be good. I'll get supper working while you're in the field. There's no rain in the forecast and it's late, when you get back just park the wagon. We'll unload it tomorrow morning after milking."
"Sounds good. Are you okay? You looked like you wandered away for a minute there. I thought day dreaming was my job."
She smiled. "It's nothing. You just looked kind of like Ron for a second there. You know, when he was your age. That's all. Get going and get back before dark. You know those cows don't like waiting until after dark to get their tits pulled."
I grinned. "I already loaded the other wagon. I'll just drop this one and get back here in time for milking."
Susan flashed a wide smile. "Great. You're a little smartie pants sometimes. Back to work then."
I went to the garden hose and turned it on. I used a long drink as cover so I could watch Susan walk back to the house. The memory of her naked body combined with the very real sway of her hips brought my cock to rigid attention.
For crying out loud. Uncle Ron's only been dead two years. Down boy. This morning had probably been an accident. She didn't mean anything by it. She's mom's best friend. Get back to work, pervert.
I adjusted my package for better comfort, then went to the tractor. I jumped on and started it. I don't think Susan realized I saw her flash a demure smirk over her shoulder before letting the screen door bang closed behind her.
***
After milking, I went in the house, sat on the bench in the foyer, and kicked off my work boots. Susan's voice sounded far away, but the aroma filling the house told me she was in the kitchen.
"Get washed up. Supper's almost ready."
I crammed my feet into my slippers. "Sounds good. I'm starving."
I cruised into the kitchen and flopped into my customary seat. Susan poured me a beer and set it next to my plate before taking her seat across from me.
I flashed a grin. Good ole Aunt Sue, beer with supper. Of course, I'd be legal to buy it myself come fall, but getting it on the down low now made it that much better. I picked up the glass and saluted her with it before taking a sip. Susan joined me then passed a heaping bowl of potatoes to me.
"Your mom called a little while ago," Susan said.
I shoveled a big helping of spuds onto my plate. "She did? What did she want?"
"She was just checking up on you. Wanting to know how you're doing and if you're behaving yourself. She said she's coming out here later this month when she gets things at the office under control."
I really didn't want mom checking up on me. I mean, I was twenty-years-old for crying out loud. "That'll be nice I guess."
Susan laughed. "You guess?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. I mean she's mom and I miss her and all, but I kind of like getting away from her and all her rules for a while. Living at home for a guy my age can be a pain and it's totally killing my love life. Working here isn't so hot for my love life either, but otherwise it's great."
Susan raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, you tell me what you want done and leave me to do it. Mom always has to supervise. Makes me crazy sometimes." I raised my beer again. "And there won't be any of this when she's around."
"She just loves you and wants to make sure you do things right. And it's not like I let you get sloppy drunk or anything. You work hard when you're here and you deserve a cold beer at the end of the day. It's no big deal." Susan sipped hers.
I grinned at her over my glass's rim. Her shirt had an extra button undone. I stared at the shadowy bit of cleavage it left exposed. The hint of what was hidden by the fabric was more exciting than actually seeing what was there.
She caught my stare, then slowly fastened the errant button.
