For a laugh, I checked the time on my phone before I lowered my mouth and started teasing her. I dragged it out for as long as I could. I wanted her to plead. I wanted her to beg. I wanted to hear her whimper and moan. I wanted her to almost cry with desperation at how turned on she was going to be. I wanted her thoughts to be of nothing but her orgasm. I ate her out long enough that my jaw ached.
Checking the time, I chuckled to myself before showing it to her. “My god, Bruce, you enjoyed it for that long?”
“Emily, I’d do that all day and night. I love you, love your pussy, love your taste, and love making you orgasm.” I kissed her softly. “Now I think we should eat as I am hungry for something other than your pussy right now.”
We stuffed ourselves with food, enjoying a beer each, before we lay back on the rug, ensuring we were mostly covered by the large umbrella, Emily cuddling into my side. She was now confident enough to ask about my history, so asked about my own first time and other lovers I’d had. She knew I’d had a bit of a dry spell before she’d arrived. I told her my first time had been with a girl I’d gone to school with, the typically awkward experience of two virgins. We’d dated for a while until she left for university. After that were a couple of serious relationships that eventually fizzled, and then mostly just brief affairs since then. I had a few female friends in towns nearby where, if they were free, they might be willing for a night or weekend of fun.
“But that’s all in the past now. I have you with me, and I definitely don’t want anyone else.”
“Want a blowjob?”
“I’d love one, sweetie. Then we’ll swim again before heading back.”
She was getting better and better at blowing me, but it was her enthusiasm that warmed my heart and made my cock even harder. And she was ever so desperate, each and every time, to please me. Honestly, she was willing to do it for me, so I would never complain, but she clearly did reading and maybe used one of those internet forum places for advice, as she certainly applied new things every time she did.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she nearly swallowed my entire length. She was ever so pleased with herself, raising her head and grinning, some spit and drool connecting my cock to her mouth, before she swallowed me again. Running my fingers through her hair, she looked up at me as her head bobbed up and down. “I’m close, sweetie.”
She stopped long enough to say, “Fill my mouth and throat,” before she resumed.
I loved that young woman a little bit more each and every day. And she got what she wanted, groaning so loud, I’m sure they heard me back on the farm. Hell, Mick probably heard me, knew she was blowing me, and probably just shook his head before resuming reading his paper or watching the afternoon footy.
Returning to the water to cool off and wash ourselves down, Emily wanted cuddles. Just cuddles. Asking if she could ride with me, I said that wasn’t a problem, connecting the reins of her horse to my saddle. She sat in front of me, relaxing back against me, one of my arms around her, both hands still holding the reins.
“I love being out here,” she said softly, “There’s a rugged beauty to everything. The sky is enormous as well. And at night, the stars are so beautiful. I just realise there’s so much we miss every day when all we’re surrounded by is steel, glass and concrete.”
“Can’t beat nature. Just an afternoon by the river is enough to recharge the batteries. It’s just a shame to be miles from anywhere, and with the farm…”
“You don’t have many holiday’s, do you?”
“Farming is a full-time occupation. Your grandfather rarely took time off. That’s why I always take Sunday’s to myself, at the very least, but I can’t remember the last time I took a week to myself.” I kissed her cheek. “I do have a good reason to think about it now.”
“I’m happy just being here with you,” she replied quietly.
Life was back to normal that week, Mick and I cracking bad jokes and talking shit like usual. There is no doubt the presence of Emily was infectious. He treated her like a daughter, which again, perhaps explained that question he asked me. As for all my lads, it was clear they adored here, more than one fancied her, but while she was friendly, I think she put every single one of them straight very quickly. She would be their friend, nothing more. And she had no problem telling them when they were being out of line. They were good boys, though. All of them.
Though the days remained long and tiring, at least it wasn’t shearing season, so Emily and I could manage some lovemaking during the week. Nothing like our sessions on the weekends, where we’d make love for hours on end, but enough to leave us both falling asleep with grins on our faces, Emily always spooned against me so I could hold her in my arms.
We were finishing up that Friday when I noticed Emily chatting away with Mick. He smiled about something before she gave him a quick hug, skipping back in my direction, kissing my cheek, before disappearing inside. He followed her in my direction a minute or so later, chuckling to himself.
“Damn, if that girl doesn’t bring a smile to the face,” he said, taking the offered beer. Taking a seat on the veranda, he added, “She’s invited June and I for dinner tomorrow night. She’s cooking, apparently.”
“She’s dynamite in the kitchen, mate. Better than anything I can rustle up on the old barbeque.”
“Well, I’ve eaten your dinner and it’s not killed me yet, mate.”
“She’ll probably bake too. I’ll give her tomorrow off so she has time to prepare. Not like we’re overly busy at the moment anyway. I’ll pop into town, make sure we have some decent grog.”
“Snifter of port wouldn’t be amiss.”
“I’ll pick up something you should like.”
Emily woke up early the next morning to start breakfast. She didn’t cook me breakfast every morning, but I think because I’d said she could just worry about dinner that evening, she wanted to thank me for some reason. Wasn’t going to complain when I had bacon, sausages and eggs ready for me to eat. Soon as we finished eating, she led me to the bathroom where she spent a long time soaping me up, washing me down, then dropped to her knees and blew me.
Once I’d cum, I had to ask, “What the hell was all this for?”
“Because I love you. Do I need another reason?”
“No, sweetie. Even though this has been going a while now, I’m still getting used to the attention myself.”
She rose to her feet and hugged me, wrapping my arms around her in return. “Well, like you do with me, sometimes all I’m going to want to do is take your cock out, blow you until you cum, then go about my day otherwise.”
“I’d better get dressed, otherwise I’m dragging you to the bedroom and not leaving most of the day.”
I still picked her up over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom, gently throwing her onto the bed as I started to dress. All she did was spread her legs and start masturbating. It was rather distracting, watching two fingers disappear inside her, moaning my name constantly. She was smiling the entire time, aware she was only teasing me, though I did lean over once I was dressed and booted. “Going to orgasm?”
“I’d better, otherwise I’ll be crazy all day.”
I left a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back after lunchtime.”
“Want me naked on the table waiting for you?”
“Be still my beating heart. Dessert?”
“I’ll have some proper lunch ready for you first.”
I think I was distracted as Mick called me an idiot twice during the morning. Nothing dangerous, but my mind clearly wasn’t on the job. It was actually nice to have something to think about other than just the farm. It had been the only thing in my life for years. Neither of us was getting much done, so by the time the clock struck one in the afternoon, we agreed to knock off the rest of the day. Letting me know he’d see me later that night, I headed inside to find a plate already on the table, Emily sitting naked behind the plate, legs spread around the plate, already fondling her pussy.
“Lunch is served, lover,” she moaned.
I ate that plate of food so fast, I was surprised I didn’t give myself indigestion. Wiping my mouth of crumbs, I moved the plate and dragged Emily closer, hearing her giggle away as I buried my face. I was surprised at how quickly she had an orgasm. “I’ve been fondling myself all morning, but didn’t let myself cum,” she moaned once she’d recovered, though my mouth was still busy.
Made her cum once more, than we needed to clean the table. Gave it a very good scrub. Once she was dressed, we needed to head into town for groceries and to the bottle shop. I happily followed her around as she prepared the menu for the evening and also for the week. I was perfectly capable of cooking, but Emily had practically insisted she wanted to do it for me. So I made sure I helped out regardless. After shopping, we bought some booze. She did prefer wine to beer, so I bought a few bottles for herself and June, a couple of slabs of beer for Mick and I, and also a bottle of port.