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The next morning I was up and had oatmeal before grabbing the ladder again. It must have rained and the grass was wet. As if on queue, Angela appeared, looking refreshed.
“Did it rain on your run?” I asked.
“No, just meditating this morning and then I took a little ice plunge to quell the hangover.” I kicked myself for letting her have those binoculars. Would have been nice to watch. “But anyway, I’m here for some help with the sunscreen and a plum.” She smirked, “You promised.”
This time she had her own fancy Korean sunblock. Her sports bra was more underwear than outerwear with barely any structure in the back. She gave me a big glob and didn’t even joke about her husband this time before stepping in close to me and leaning into my hands. I felt her shoulders melt under my grip and I swear she purred as I rubbed it all in. Her skin felt soft, with just a little skin damage from these last few years in the country that gave her a dusting of freckles on her shoulders and upper back.
“Any skin cancer, doc?” she joked after noticing how closely I was admiring her body, then she turned around to briefly raise both her arms over her head and stick out her chest. The bra strained against her tits and her underarms were spotless and smooth. It was just for the bit, though and before I could say anything she pulled back to take a more relaxed pose before motioning to the plum tree. “Can you get me that one?” she asked. Her finger was pointing to the topmost fruit on the topmost branch.
“Does it have to be that one?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smirked. “The guest is always right.”
She was technically paying the Air BnB fee to be here, while I was paying with my sweat equity. It felt good to serve her, anywayso I set up the ladder and climbed. The tree was so tall I would have to stand on the second rung from the top. Not much stability so I asked her to hold the ladder. She did, and quipped again: “The women of St. Croix Falls just love a daring farmer.”
“As long as it’s not a farmer with a broken neck.” Then I climbed. I had developed a steady gait as a surgeon but ladders still scared me. That’s why I bought disability insurance before this trip. At the upper rungs I could feel the slight uneveness of the ground amplify. Angela must have sensed it to because she raised her hands and held just below my butt to stabilize me.
“Hurry doctor, your patient is so hungry,” called Angela from below. I reach up and snatched it then dropped it into her waiting hand. She caught it and when she stepped back the ladder started to wobble, then lean…. then… fall. I was quick though and lept from the ladder to tumble safely on to earth, and into a huge patch of mud. Crash. The aluminum clanged out and Angela immediately started apologizing and rushed over. Sorry. Sorry. SORRY. I told her I wasn’t hurt. But the mud was everywhere: up my shorts, my elbows, all along my side, and coating my shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” but this time she said it while laughing at the absolute mess I was in. “Here, let me help you to the bucket shower.” Angela walked me over to the outdoor area behind the hedge while taking big bites of the fresh plum.
“You deserve a bite. It’s so good,” before handing it to me. I looked for and unbitten patched but it was kind of a small plum and my bite met with her previous bite. I could taste her warm saliva slide on my tongue. It made me long for that missed kiss last night.
The shower was on a little wooden platform with a little stool to step up and pour water into the bucket reservoir. Right now it was already full according to the little indicator. There had been an old curtain but it had disintegrated in the elements to all but a few dangling rings. Next to the shower was a huge towel hook. There was also a relatively fresh bar of soap and some old shampoo bottles on a wooden shelf. The shower was on the far side opposite the entrance through the hedge. The plunge pool was partially buried in the ground with just a lip of plastic marking where it lay between the hedge and the grassy spread where I spied the two lovers enjoying themselves the other day. It was clear anyone who showered would be quite visible to everyone else within the purview of the hedge. Angela realized this right after she offered to get me a towel from the main house.
“How about I keep my eyes closed when I pass the hedge and I’ll take a few steps towards you and hand you the towel?” I said yes, since the thought of her potentially seeing me naked was pretty hot. She stepped out and I stripped off the muddy clothes and stood out in crisp air. The bucket water was cold but I was tough when it came to symbolic masculinity. I pulled the tab and worked the mud off me with the other hand. Then I wet the soap bar and worked it into a lather. A lesser man might worry about shrinkage but I was getting hard again thinking about seeing Angela come back. She hollered out that she had returned then carefully walked over with an outstretched towel. While her eyes were closed, I had the chance to appreciate her tits and the hefty cleavage her hiking outfit had created. She had great hips and the leggings clung tight to her pubic bone. There I was soaped and naked while a hot lawyer approached me. My penis couldn’t handle all this responsibility and immediately sprung up.
I instructed her to stop then I leaned over the platform to grab the towel. She turned around and with both arms in front of her walked slowly back to the hedge to feel for the opening. I spied her ass and her fit thighs thick with running muscles. I wanted to kiss them so badly, and work my way up between her legs. My gaze was interrupted by a little shriek as she stepped off course. I watched her try and correct her gait but then her foot hit the lip of the plunge pool and she toppled into it. She let out a wail and a string of curses as the icy water enveloped her.
Now it was my turn to ask a string of “are you ok’s” mixed with laughter. She was soaked, up to her neck in icy water. I leapt off the platform to help her out and she grabbed my hand. Dripping wet she rose out of the pool. We were standing eye to eye again, both wet before I remembered I was totally naked and erect. I started to blush and wrap up with the towel I had let fall to the grass.
“You clean yourself up real good,” she joked, as I had to press my soapy cock against my torso. It still left an obvious outline under the cotton towel. “What is that, an eight?”
I didn’t answer. “You seem pretty excited to have another bath,” I joked back and she felt her rock hard nipples with the palms of her hands.
“The girls don’t like to be surprised.” Then she lowered her palms so I could keep seeing them poking through the wet fabric. She smiled a deep lusty smile and rubbed her arms for warmth. I could feel her glowing, even radiating. Then Angela said, “I stepped on something squishy and it scared me; thought it was a slug.”
We retraced the steps of her fall and that’s when I spotted the culprit: a used condom, from the other guests, knotted up and forgotten in the grass. I explained there had been a young couple here a few days ago and it must have been theirs. We both stared at it and giggled like we were in middle school, until she announced: “Well, I better change and get started on my hike before we get any more dirty ideas.” She disappeared through the leaves and I was there alone. I unwrapped the towel and let myself spring out again. I started stroking hard. I was planning to nut right there on the grass. But I stopped, she was so into me, I really should keep it in and try my luck tonight I had a good feeling about this. So I walked back to the platform to rinse off thinking about how I could find a sweet moment of release with this naughty farm guest.
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