I was lying face down on a raft in the pool when Mason came home from the office. He put his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and hung his suit jacket on one of the barstools before coming outside. I didn’t even know he was there until he launched into his usual diatribe about the dangers of lying out in the sun. Startled, I quickly sat up, revealing my bare chest. Mason’s skin cancer tirade came to an abrupt end when he saw my young, firm, naked breasts. My nipples were hard as nails from the chilly water, which was mixing with my tanning oil to form little beads all over my skin. I could tell from the expression on his face that Mason’s dick was getting hard as he took in the sight of his beautiful 22-year-old girlfriend’s semi-nude body. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him about the bulge in his pants. “You dirty old man,” I said to him coyly, “I thought that by the time men turned 50, they knew how to master their domain. Can’t you control yourself in the least bit?” (more…)

Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron; her hired hand was here. Her husband had passed away three years ago and she had milked their prize herd all by herself as well tended the farm’s crops. For all her hard work she’d finally managed to make the last payment on the small farm and this year opted to hire a full-time summer employee.

She’d interviewed several young men. Some were obviously looking for an easy summer job, milk a few cows, lift a few hay bales, eat a fine meal and then party time. But that wasn’t what Pamela wanted or needed in her employee. Eventually, she’d settled on one applicant. She watched the young man get out of his truck and pull off his baseball cap. No one would have looked at the gentleman and seen “farmer” nor would they have seen “artist.” What they would have seen was a city boy wanting to experience life, and that was what he’d told her.

Pamela liked the answer. She’d not taught since she married Will and she saw Trent as her way of recapturing something she enjoyed doing, teaching. She didn’t have to be in a classroom. She just enjoyed showing people how to do something new. Her fingers were unknotting her apron when she heard the doorbell ring and she chuckled at her thoughts and how easily she was distracted.

She tossed the floured material across a chair and headed to the door, her fingers picked up a small ring. When she opened her house to the young man, it was with a welcoming smile and a dangling brass key. “No more need to ring the bell,” she said. (more…)