Adventures at an Artists’ Colony
Sisyphus
Chapter 2
Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.”
For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer’s daughter in the barn always aroused me, so this was a chance to play it out. Little did I know what Angel had in mind for me.
At seven, I knocked on her screen door and called, “Anyone home?”
“Who’s, there?” came her voice from inside.
“You don’t know me,” I shouted.
“Be right there,” she called from the other room.
When she appeared with her hair in pig tails, wearing the tightest, shortest cut off jeans I’d ever seen, I thought my eyes would fall out. She had a white peasant blouse, low on her shoulders, that barely covered her tits and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was bare footed and her long legs were spread slightly apart as she looked at me through the screen door. Though I knew she was thirty four, she sure looked like she could be a farmer’s daughter with those pigtails.
“Oh, hello,” she said, smiling.
“My truck broke down. Can I come in to use your phone to call a garage?”
“Sorry, mister,” she said. “I can’t let you in. My Daddy is away and he said not to let any strangers in while he’s not here.”
“I understand,” I said. “You can’t be too careful these days, but I’m also looking for work. Could you use a farm hand?”
“Daddy said we might need to hire someone since my brother left.”
“I’m a good worker, but right now I need to call a garage for my truck. I need to use your phone. Please, let me in.”
“I can’t let you in, mister,” she repeated. “Daddy wouldn’t like it if knew,” she said, looking me in the eyes and smiled. “You look like a nice guy though,” she added. “And I know we could use an extra hand on the farm.”
“I’d appreciate it if I could come in and use your phone,” I said.
“Oh, I don’t know. I better not, mister. Daddy is real strict and said not to let anyone in, less I know them.”
“When will you’re father be home? I could wait for him,” I said. “I wouldn’t want you to disobey your father.”
“Not ‘til tomorrow night, ’till then I’m all alone.” She then got a pouty, sad expression on her face.
She pressed her forehead against the screen door, looking me in the eyes and smiling. She surprised me by leaning into the screen door, pressing her tits against the thin mesh and causing her cleavage to appear above her low cut blouse. She smiled, knowing I was looking at her tits.
“Please let me in. I would never harm you. I’m kind of stranded.”
“Oh, I wish I could let you in, but I promised my daddy,” she repeated. “But I see what a jam you’re in being stranded out here in the country.” She raised her arms above her head and leaned into the screen door, her big tits flattened by the mesh, her nipples visible through the thin material of her blouse. The way her body was pressed against the screen door and how she looked at me was getting me really horny. The seam of her cut offs was tight against her crotch revealing the outline of her pussy. She twirled one of her pigtails around her finger and smiled, looking me in the eyes. “What a sexy tease she is,” I thought, my cock bulging in my jeans.
“And you look like such a nice man,” she added, smiling in a flirty way. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I understand,” I said. “But I would never take advantage of you. If you let me in to call a garage, I could do some work for you outside or in the barn while I’m waiting. I’d stay away from you until your father returns. He would never know I was in your house. “
“I don’t know. I try so hard to be a good girl, but I always end up doing things I shouldn’t. My daddy says I’m naughty.”
“I’m surprised,” I said. “You don’t look like a naughty girl. And you are trying to be good and obey your father.”
“Thank you, mister,” she said, “I do try to be a good girl, but it isn’t always easy.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
She looked up at me through the screen door, twirling her pigtails around her finger. She didn’t speak but just looked up at me then gave me a shy little smile. “I don’t think I should tell you why it isn’t easy for me to be a good girl.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“I don’t know if I should,” she said, pressing her crotch against the screen door, her nipples and cleavage showing.
“Come on, I want to know.”
“I get horny,” she said, looking down at her bare feet, then gave me that cute, shy smile, looking me in the eyes.
“You do,” I responded.
“Yeah, like now. Standing here talking to you is getting me hot.”
“Me too.”
“Do I turn you on, mister?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes. You look pretty damn sexy.”
“I do,” she said. “Oh, thank you, mister. I like looking sexy and it’s interesting that you’re here.”
“Really. What’s so interesting?”
“Cause I always wondered what I’d do if a stranger showed up and I was home alone.”
“Well, I’m a stranger. How about letting me in?” I asked. “You’re making my cock hard.”
She looked down and could see the bulge in my jeans through the screen door.
“Oh, my, I don’t know what to do. Talking to you is making me so horny and I do love older men, but I’m afraid to let you in and disobey my daddy.”
I moved forward and pressed my bulging cock against the screen door so that it was pressed against her crotch, pushing the mesh in slightly. Her tits were still pressed against the door and I could practically see her pussy through her thin tight cut-offs. She looked down at my bulge and at what I was doing, pressing my bulge against her crotch through the screen door.
“You are hard, aren’t you?” She said, and pushed her pelvis forward and pressed her crotch harder against my cock through the screen door.
“Mmmmmmmmmm” she moaned. “That feels so good. You feel so hard.”
She then arched her back slightly and we started humping each other through the screen door. We went at it harder and harder, my cock against her pussy. We were both grunting. The thin mesh of the screen door was the only thing keeping us from grabbing each other.
“Oh my god, this is hot!” she moaned. “I’m so turned on.”
The screen door was bouncing against the door frame as we went at it, looking at each other’s eyes. I then raised my arms above my head, pressing my hands into the screen as I humped her through the screen door. She spread her legs wider apart and bent back slightly then started moving her jean covered pussy lips up and down my pole, through the thin mesh of the screen door.
“You’re making me so wet,” she said, breathlessly.
“I’d like to do more, if you let me in.”
“Oh, yeah, what would you do?” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Open up and you’ll find out,” I said and stopped moving, pushing my cock forward, harder. She kept her back bent so that her pussy was pressed against my bulging cock through the screen door. “Mmmmmm. I love how you make me feel.”
It was a pretty hot sight, seeing her in those tight cut offs pushing and rubbing her pussy against me and moaning with the thin mesh of the screen door between us.
“Let me in. I know you want to be bad.”
“Yes, yes, I do want to be bad,” she said, panting, “but I can’t let you in.” Her heavy breathing was getting me hornier.
“Open up and find out what it’s like when a stranger shows up and you’re alone.”
We kept humping against each other.