A Place To Stay

Chores

Cliff watched Claire as she bustled around the barn. He was shearing a sheep, while she was brushing and milking all of their cows. He usually did that, but she had insisted today, saying that if she let him do it all the time, then she would get out of practice. And that was true, as her saw her fumbling with the milker a little, but she finally got the hang of it once more.

As she bent forward over the milk pail, he caught a glimpse of her small, perfect breasts peeking out of the top of her overalls. He licked his lips as he finished up his work, then crept up behind her as she leaned on her tiptoes to hang the milker back up on the wall over the work table. He gave her a healthy swat on the bottom, causing her to squeal out in surprise. “Cliff?!”

“Cliff?” he repeated her question back to her, as he grasped her around her waist and pulled her in close. “And who else would it be?” he teased her playfully.

Claire turned her head to look at him. “Oh, I don’t know,” she teased back. “All kinds of guys say hello to me like that.”

“Oh, really?” Cliff raised one eyebrow. “Then they better watch out for me,” he growled, nuzzling her neck.

Claire squealed again. Cliff continued kissing her neck, his hands starting to wander over her. “Cliff…Cliff…” Claire breathed out. “No, Cliff…I’m so dirty…”

Cliff didn’t stop. “I’m dirty too. Who cares?” he shrugged, as he spun her around and swiftly unbuckled her overalls. They fell to her waist, revealing the small white T-shirt she had underneath, that snugly fit her body, accentuating her breasts. Cliff looked her over and sighed approvingly at the very visible fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Claire gasped as his hands quickly slid underneath the shirt and squeezed her. She stopped resisting and relaxed, letting his kisses carry her away.

Cliff then brought his hands to her waist, and slid the overalls over her hips, so that they fell to the ground. Claire stepped out of them delicately, and then Cliff quickly took off his shirt and spread it out on the work table behind her, then lifted her by the waist onto it. “Don’t want you to get splinters,” he grinned as he removed her panties. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, easing them and his boxers just below his hips, just enough so that his hardness was now free, and he didn’t hesitate in grinding it up against Claire. She spread her thighs wider to allow him in, and he thrust into her. They both cried out in pleasure, and then Cliff brought his hands to her waist and rocked her into him. They breathed heavily, and then found each other’s mouths for a very passionate kiss. They continued like this for a while, until Claire gasped.

“Cliff! Stop! Bessie is watching us!” she gestured frantically at their prize winning cow, who indeed was looking at them curiously, chewing on some hay.

Cliff kept going, sliding his eyes over at the cow. “Hmm, so what? I saw her doing it with Barley’s bull last week, so now we’re even.”

Claire giggled and relaxed, throwing her head back and raking her fingernails gently on his back. Cliff gave her a few minutes of very rapid, powerful thrusts, which he knew was what she needed to get warmed up for her climax. It worked, because after a while her breathing changed, she locked her legs around him, trapping him close, and pressed furiously against him. Her face flushed with pleasure as she released, shuddering against him and moaning out his name. He just smiled triumphantly, and then began to thrust rapidly into her again, finding his own release. He screamed out her name in ecstasy, making it echo off the walls of the barn.

Bessie gave a startled moo at the loud noise. Cliff caught his breath and then addressed her, “Sorry Bessie, but you weren’t exactly quiet with that bull either.” Claire burst out laughing, and then wrapped her arms around Cliff’s neck, relaxing happily against him.