We walked hand in hand down the lane at Stoney Creek Farm.We walked hand in hand down the lane at Stoney Creek Farm. I had promised her a hayride, and tonight was perfect for it. The evening was crisp, and a full moon was rising over the trees. I carried a blanket on my right arm. She held onto my left arm with both hands, her head leaned against my shoulder. We said nothing. It was unnecessary. I help her onto the wagon, admiring the length of leg and glimpse of thigh as her skirt rides up slightly. Several couples are already there, snuggled under blankets. I climb up and sit beside her. I pull the red and white blanket over the two of us. She snuggles down into the hay, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and pull her closer. With a soft "Giddap, horses" the hayride began. I whisper in her ear, "Woman, I love you." She sighs contentedly, and kisses my neck. Under the protective screen of the blanket, her hand finds my thigh. Fingernails scratch along my trousers, her fingers search for and find the zipper of my trousers. She draws the zipper down slowly. My hands are busy, too. The left hand snuggles under her arm and strokes her breast. My fingers find her nipple, and roll it into erection. My right hand finds the hem of her skirt and pushes it up her leg, above her thigh. Her fingers grasp my penis, and soon bring me to a full erection. Her panties posed no barrier. I slip my fingers under the legband and touch her vulva. My fingers part her lips, and enter her. I stroke slowly, gently, insistently. My fingers touch her very soul. |