What the hell do I do?

Here I am, barely forty, running a farm almost by myself ever since my beloved wife passed away three years ago.

Day after day, I can barely feed myself after long days in the fields. 

My poor cows need attention. I have a few chickens left, but I have no time for them and barely remember to feed them.

I have hired help, but they never last, are late, and are unreliable.

I promised my late wife I would keep the farm. It was our dream to run a farm.

I just don't know how long I can do this before it kills me.

One day, towards the end of it, I was on my tractor getting ready to drive it into the barn when I heard "Chug chug pffftss." Then it stopped running.

This was the last straw. I had to sell this place.

I slumped over on the steering wheel and sobbed. 

I don't know how long I was like that, but then I felt a tap on my boot.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and saw the neighbor girl.

She said, "Are you okay, Mr. McDonald? Can I help you?"

I replied, "Thanks, Misty. I am okay, just frustrated with this damn tractor and this farm. I am thinking of selling it. I can't find anyone to help me, and it is becoming too much for me, and please call me Roger." 

Misty said, "I can help you. I know a lot about farms. My dad won't let me help anymore. He says it's man's work. I loved working on his farm, and if you give me a chance, I am sure you will be happy."

I replied, "Aren't you in school? I would never want to hurt your studies or upset your father.

Misty replied, "Yes, I am in school, but I am not sure if I am going to continue. My dad wanted me to be an engineer. I hate it. I am thinking of being a veterinarian or a farmer. I don't need any more schooling to be a farmer. I need more hands-on experience."

I told her, "Misty, stay in school. This life of being a farmer sucks. I know your dad has the biggest farm around here, and he has a lot of long-time employees, and that's why it works for your family. It's funny, I thought you were going to tell me you were going to graduate high school this year. Where does time fly?"

Misty laughed at me and said, "High school? That was years ago."

I replied, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You have blossomed into a beautiful young lady.

Misty asked, "Will you give me a chance, Roger?"

I nodded my head and said, "Okay, I will, but you must ask your dad if it is okay. If he says yes, then you can start whenever you can. One more thing, I only pay minimum wage, that is all I can afford right now."

Misty ran away, yelling out, "Yippee. I can be a farmer." 

I thought as she ran home, there was no way her father would say yes.

I got off my tractor and began working on it to fix it. It was nine that night before I had anything to eat after getting the tractor running and feeding the chickens and cows. 

As I ate, I kept thinking how sad my wife would be if I gave up on the farm. What could I do? I can't go on like this. 

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At four AM the next morning, I was woken by the banging on my front door.

I went to the door and was ready to unload on whoever was there.

When I opened it, there stood Misty. She was dressed in what I would call Daisy Dukes with a red flannel shirt.

She said, "Good morning, Roger. I am ready to get to work, my dad said yes."

I rubbed my eyes again to be sure of what I was seeing and hearing.

I told her, "That's great, Misty. I was up late last night fixing that damn tractor, so thanks for waking me. I needed to get up. If you want to, the chickens and cows need to be fed. Do you know how to do that?"

She smiled and replied, "Of course I do."

She ran to the barn singing "Old McDonald's Farm.

When she got to the "E-I-E-I-O and a moo moo here and a moo, moo there oink, oink here." I almost fell over laughing.

This sure lifted my spirits, and I decided to take a hot shower to start my day the right way. 

I got out of the shower, and I smelled bacon. I knew I must be going crazy.

I put on my clothes and walked out into my kitchen, where I found Misty cooking breakfast.

She looked over at me and said, "The animals are all taken care of. How do you like your eggs? The bacon is about done."

I mumbled out, "Scrambled is good. Misty, you don't have to do all this. I feel terrible for what I am paying you."

She cracked a few eggs and replied, "I love cooking and working on a farm. You are helping make a dream of mine come true, so whatever you pay me is more than enough."

We ate breakfast together and talked about what needed to be done today. 

It was irrigation day for my cornfields, and it was time to harvest the lettuce. It is hard work harvesting the lettuce, although my field is not that large.

I take what I harvest to a local farmers' market for a friend of mine to sell.

We both worked hard that first day. She knew a lot about farming, maybe as much as I did, and I was thrilled to have her help. 

I did catch myself a few times watching her bend over in her Daisy Dukes. 

I kept telling myself, don’t be a dirty old man but her ass was to die for.

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The first week with Misty's help gave me new hope for my farm. The only person I ever saw worked as hard as Misty was my late wife. Misty was different in that she genuinely enjoyed the work. It was not work for her; it was fun. You could almost say it's a hobby.  

The second week came with having to show how to milk the cows. It is the one thing she has never done before.

After showing her, she sat down on the stool and began milking the cows. I watched as she did, and when she would bend over, her boobs would almost fall out of her shirt. What boobs she had, they were perfect.

Again, I had to tell myself not to be such a pervert.  

Misty got so good at milking the cows I began calling her my little milk maid.

That night, after climbing into bed, I relived in my head seeing her boobs.

Much to my surprise, I got an erection. It is something I had not had in years.

I began stroking my cock with Misty's boobs, and seeing her ass bent over in my mind. Her perfect young tits with those pink nipples. Her ass, which was for my money, is the best I have ever seen.

I threw my covers off and pumped my cock faster and faster, thinking about what it would be like to have Misty right there in my bed.

It took maybe two minutes before I splashed cum up my chest almost to my chin.

I wiped away the cum with a tissue. I thought what a dirty old man I am.

Over the next couple of weeks, I caught myself trying to sneak more peeks at Misty's body. 

One day, her boob fell out of her shirt, and I pretended I did not see anything.

That night, I jerked off again, thinking of her. It was becoming a regular thing for me.

The summer was upon us, and it was getting hot, very hot. The chickens and cows ran for shade, and some of my crops began wilting under the heat.

Then it happened. One blazing afternoon, Misty took off all her clothes and ran the garden hose all over her body.

I had gone inside to cool down and was on my way back outside telling her to join me in some cool inside air when I saw her.

I stood in awe of what I was seeing. This young lady, whom I had known for years, had bloomed into a perfect specimen of a woman.

She had perfectly sized boobs and a round, shapely ass, and she was the first woman I had ever seen with a shaved pussy. 

I watched for a few minutes without being able to say a word.  

I finally mustered up the courage to go to her and say, "Misty, I have a shower inside. Why don't you go there and finish?" 

She put down the hose by her side and replied, "This is fine out here. I hope you don't mind me doing this. When my dad didn't know I helped on his farm, I would do this all the time. A few times, his helpers would sit and watch. I did not mind. I guess I am an exhibitionist." She then laughed.  

My mouth opened, but no words came out. I stared at her.

She looked at me and said, "If this bothers you, I can stop. It's just that it's so hot outside today."

I shook my head and replied, "No, no, it does not bother me; on the contrary, I think you are like Venus. Perfect in every way, Misty." 

I went into my house to get a towel for her, and when I came back outside, she had just turned off the water.

I went to her, handed her the towel, and said, "Let's both go inside and enjoy some cool air, and I have some lemonade to drink."

She took the towel, wrapped herself up, grabbed her clothes, and replied, "That sounds great."

We went inside, sat down, and I poured a glass of lemonade.

Misty said, “This is some good stuff, Roger. It's yummy. Thank you for saying what you did about me and my body, but my boobs are small, and I am too skinny. Plus, I have a few bruises on my legs, and I have a fat ass."

I shook my head no and said, "Nope, you are perfect in every way in my eyes."

She pulled the towel to one side, exposing her boobs, and said, "You don't think these are too small?"

Again, I could not get the words out. I focused on her chest.

She stood up, and the towel fell off her, and she walked over to me and said, "Grab them, Roger. I want you to feel them and tell me you still think that they are not too small."

I knew this was wrong, but I could not resist and took a boob into each hand and circled her nipples with my fingers.

I felt her nipples get hard, and Misty said, "See, I was right, they are too small."

She looked down at me as I continued to feel her boobs and then asked, "Are you getting hard, Roger?"

I just nodded my head and said, "Yes, sorry, I am. I will stop." I pulled my hands back onto my lap to try to hide my hard-on.

Misty sat down next to me and said, "You know, Roger, ever since I can remember, I thought you were a handsome man. A real man, not like the kinds I have dated in high school and now in college. I always thought your wife was a lucky lady." 

I replied, "You know what I think of you, Misty. My wife always said you were going to be a beautiful woman, and she was right."

I looked into her eyes, and I knew she wanted to kiss me. Could I do this? A naked young twenty-something year old wants me to kiss her. Am I reading this right?

Before another thought crossed my mind, she put her arms around me and leaned in and kissed me.

Her tongue danced with mine as I felt her boobs rub against my chest. My cock was about to blow out of my pants; it was so hard.

We kept kissing until Misty said, "Take me, Roger. Please take me."

I replied, "But Misty, I could be your dad. I am so old."

She put her hands on my crotch and said, "Age is just a number. If I don't care, then you shouldn't."

I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom, and said, "Misty, I can't resist you. I need you."

She undid my pants, exposing my rock-hard cock. Then she took my shirt off.

She slipped down to her knees, took my cock in her hand, and began stroking it. The whole time looking at me and into my eyes.

She slipped my cock into her mouth and slowly slid her lips up and down my shaft.

I thought I was going to cum instantly.

I knew this might be wrong, but I wanted her in the worst way. 

I picked her up off the floor and had her rest on my bed. I put a pillow below her head, then ran my tongue up her legs until I reached her sweet pussy. 

Her scent was intoxicating. She began to leak her goo onto my tongue. I loved her taste.

She watched me eat her, and her head whipped back as she came.

She looked back at me and said, "Take me now, Roger. I want you in me."

I got up, leaned over her, and kissed her. I slip my cock into her red-hot oven. It almost melted my cock.

As I fucked her, I felt twenty again. 

In and out my cock went. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer so my cock would sink deeper into her. 

She began moaning, then said, "Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me harder. I want your cum."

My headboard began banging against the wall the harder I pushed. 

I could not take it any longer, and as I came, she screamed out, "Fuck yes, Roger. Fill me up with your cum."

I kissed and held her for what seemed like an eternity.

We looked into each other's eyes and knew our relationship was changed forever. 

I looked over at my clock and realized it was almost evening, and we had spent all afternoon in bed.

I told Misty, "You are something special, Misty. You made me alive again. I don't have the words to tell you how I feel right now."

She looked at me and smiled and said, "Roger, I have wanted you to do that for so long. It was great, but Roger, have you looked at your watch? We'd better get our asses in gear; the cows and chickens need to be taken care of, and you need to put away your tractor."

We both got up, got dressed, and did our chores. 

Before she went home, I took her by the hand and pulled her over to me and kissed her goodnight and said, "Thank you, Misty. You gave me my life back, not just the sex, but for all of it. Your help, you’re caring. Thank you, thank you." 

She looked at me in the eyes and said, "It's easy for a guy like you, Roger. See you in the morning, lover."

I went to bed that night and wondered what I had done. A woman more than half my age cares for me. She cooks for me, works for me, and makes love to me. 

The next day, right on time, Misty was in my kitchen cooking me breakfast.

I sipped my coffee and said, "Misty, we need to talk about our relationship."

To be continued