Farm Boy Teaches Me About Country Fucking! Part1

This is all about living in the country and country fucking!

Let me tell you about country living!

Yes it is quiet, yes it is peaceful, yes it can get boring, but only if you let it.  There are oh so many ways to liven things up, you just have to be a little creative at times.  I live in the country.  At first I thought what did I do moving out here in the middle of nowhere!  So instead of getting upset about it I decided to do something about it!

The following is just a small account of what I did to liven up my life since I moved to the country.

It is spring time and the weather is starting to get warmer out and there is always some yard work to do or flower beds to clean out.  The first couple of years I lived here, not much happened but let me tell you things have changed since then.

As soon as it is warm enough I am out working in my flower beds or mowing the yard, topless.  You see I hate tan lines and when you live in the middle of nowhere you don’t have to worry too much about getting trouble with the neighbors.  As a matter of fact I always have neighbors offering to help me in some way or another.  Maybe they were looking for some country fucking.

It is a very warm Saturday afternoon and I thought it might be fun to try a small garden this year.  So after marking off the area I wanted to use, I get the rented rototiller I picked up that morning and head out to do some work.  I had on a pair of Short denim shorts and a bikini top. I also wore a pair of hiking boots that doubled for my work boots.  Standing there looking at the rototiller wandering what to do next I heard a voice behind me, “putting in a garden this year?” Turning I saw it was the guy from down the road who always waved at me when he went past. He was a true country boy.

“Yeah, I was going to try my hand at it but I might have bit off more than I can chew.”

“Would you like some help getting it started?”

“I took a step toward him. Placing my hand on his big muscular chest I said, “I would be ever so grateful for some help and advice.” Whispering to myself I thought and maybe some good old fashioned country fucking!

“Then I’m your guy!”  he took a step around ma and surveyed what I had roped off. “Is this all the bigger you want?”

“Well, I do like them big.  I am sure I could handle whatever you give me.   I mean, whatever you think would be right.”  These farm boys are always great looking and have great bodies, but sometimes they are kind of slow to pick up on the subtle hints.

Stepping towards him I slide my hand down his chest to the waistband of his jeans.

I think he got the hint this time because a big smile crept across his face.  Slowly his hands come up and hoover over my tits!  “They’re not going to bite you and they are aching to be touched by you just like I am!  Still he hesitated.  I took my hand up covered his hand and slowly pushed it to my aching tits.  Does he not realize that I am waiting for some country fucking?

Don’t forget to check back on Sunday to read part 2 of Farm Boy Teaches Me About Country Fucking!

If you like where this blog is headed and you want to hear more of the accounts in greater and more explicit details, make sure to check out my Audio Blog.  Here you will hear all of the nitty gritty details in my own voice as I tell you about this great adventure.

If you are looking for something a little different why not check out, Nude Sunbathing Leads to Fucking the Pool Guy Part1

 
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