Farmer's Daughter

As the Jeep cleared the boulders, she drove over a rough, bumpy, rutted road some distance then stopped about fifty feet short of the water. A grassy area bordered the body of water in this location between two rock outcroppings. She got out. "What do you think?"

I hopped out and gazed around the oasis. In the center was an irregular shaped lake, about the size of a volleyball court, surrounded by poplar and sycamore trees. Thick shrubs and trees came right down to water around half the lake and boulders occupied about a quarter of the shoreline, but grass and other low growing perennials occupied the remaining quarter. "Wow, this place is lovely. I'll bet you come here often?"

“In the summer, yes." She walked around to the back of the Jeep and grabbed the picnic basket. "Bring the cooler and the blanket. Would you?"

I picked up the blanket and cooler. Once again my manhood stirred from the swiveling hips of Donna Mae's fine ass as she strutted toward the water.

About five feet from the water she turned toward me. "This'll do." Unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts she pushed them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Standing there almost naked in her teeny weeny keeny, she smiled. "Did I mention that I'm on Iowa U's swim team?"

I wasn't surprised, her rangy athletic body was perfect for swimming…and other recreational activities that crossed my dirty mind.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to keep gawking at me? Haven't you ever seen a woman in a bikini?"

"As beautiful as you? Only in magazines."

She laughed flirtatiously. "Are you going to come over here, Nicky Hanson?"

I sidled up beside the sexy, scantily dressed female. She smelled of gardenia and…sex.

"Spread the blanket," she ordered.

After I spread the blanket, she retrieved a beer from the cooler and held it up.
"Do you want one?"

I nodded. She handed me an opened beer, then took a swig from her long neck brown bottle. "Mmm, that hits the spot."

I guzzled a third of my beer. "Now what?"

She began unbuttoning my shirt. When she finished, she said, "Take it off."

I slid the shirt over my shoulders and slipped it off. The smile on her face indicated she approved. "Very nice. Nice pecs, a little chest hair." She rubbed her hand over my stomach muscles. "Even a six pack. I'm impressed.