It was so hot! You will never know unless you have loaded hay in August. The chaff gets all over you, and inside your clothes. The only good thing is that there is much less hay with the second cutting. Probably six wagons this time instead of the fifteen we had back in June.
But it was hotter now. It has been getting up to 90 by early afternoon this past week. So, I'm on the hay wagon loading hay as it comes out of the baler. A bale kicks out about every ten or so strokes of the ram. The bottom rows are easy. But, the top ones, they attack you with their chaff. It's the only defense these green fodder bundles have. When I was younger, I never thought warm water from a plastic jug could taste so good.
I'm used to the heat and hard work now. I've been working different jobs all summer to earn enough to go to State College next year. I'm ninteen, but still have a year of high school left. I failed second and third grade once each. So, I've been working for old Mr. Denton on his farm. Hay, of course, also building fence. I don't mind driving in the steel posts, but could care less if I never touch another post hole digger! After post holes, clearing brush is my least favorite task. At least I'm getting in good shape. The jeans I cut off to wear last summer still fit around the waist, but the legs are a little tight now. Best tan I ever had too. Well, from the waist up and from my ankles to just above my knees.
I've been doing roofing too. Mostly just carrying the bundles up the ladder, but, it's work and money for college. Then there are the chores at home which I do for room and board.
It's not all work and no play though. I go out with my friends some nights. But my favorite thing to do is go to the waterfall. It is at the back of our place where three proprties come together. Ours, Dentons, and Wilson's stable. I don't even know who owns the actual waterfall. It's all grown up around where the stream runs, and the part that is Wilsons' is all woods.
Thats where I go. I love the solitude, and I can daydream all I want. Plus, I love to swim, and no one but me ever goes there (almost).
That's where I'm headed when we get done today. That cool water is going to feel so good! This time of the year, it is mostly spring fed and I swear the water is colder than it is earlier in the summer.
Last bale, and only about a mile walk back to my hideaway. I get there in no time it seems, daydreaming along the way. I creep slowly down the path through the brush that is worn from my many trips here. I go slow so that if I do scare up a deer, it won't run to the next county.
Off with my boots, feet in the water. I have to cool off a bit first before I get all the way in. The cold water will take your breath away if you go in all at once. Besides, it's about 20 degrees cooler down here anyway. After a few moments of solitude and cooling off, I hear something up over the bank on Wilson's side.
A deer maybe? I watch and listen. Sounds like two of whatever it is. Then I hear the horse grunting. I hope my getaway has not been found! The stable people hardly ever get this far from their trails. Wilson's Stable is where people from the city come out to ride their horses. Mostly, people with money. Then I see someone comming down the hill on the other side, making plenty of noise too. Pretty bad when I can hear it over the waterfall.
She walks all the way to the bank, takes off her shoes, wades all the way around the shallow end, and sees me when she is about fifteen feet away. She is startled, but remains composed. "What are you doing at my waterfall?", she blurts out. She is anywhere from thirteen to maybe seventeen I guess. Hair so blond it's almost white, and straight as can be, down to her shoulders, slender, white shorts, and a sleeveless tan top that buttons up.
"Your waterfall?", "Yea, I found it, it's mine", "Well, can't we share?", went the exchange. "Huh?", she answers, not finding an argument. "Oh, I guess so.", she pauses, "Who are you? I mean, what's your name? I'm Pam." "Gary."
Maybe she is older than she looked at first. Her legs are smooth, lightly tanned,and showing some muscle. Her top is cut short enough that I can see she has a small waist and flat stomach. Damn, she looks good! I like petite girls. But, I can't mess with young ones any more since I'm over eighteen. Anyway, I have to get this chaff and dried sweat off of me.
Without saying anything, I get up and wade into the water. My shorts are feeling snug in the crotch and pinching me a little. Damn it! I swear, I can get hard seeing a cloud that is shaped like a part of a girl. Hope she didn't notice. I take a breath and slip under the water. Kicking off of the huge boulder that is under the waterfall, I glide along the bottom, as I always do, toward the far end of the pool. Feeling the rocks along the bottom with my hands out in front and frog kicking with my legs, I feel my swelling subside.
I glide to a stop and stand. My head and shoulders just out of the water. "Gaarryyy!" I hear my name being screamed. I turn around to see Pam in the water facing the fall looking into the water. This is funny! She thinks I'm still down there. I'll sneak up on her. She turns around and sees me before I can take a breath and slip back under. "What the hell? You scared me!" I turn and begin to backstroke toward her. I reach the wide part of the pool. I look around, but don't see her. I keep looking. I look up the hill. She couldn't have made it up there that quickly, I think to myself. I look to the far end to see if she comes up down there. Nothing. I look through the falling water. Nothing. Her shoes are still there. I hear her horse whinney at the top of the hill. I take a scan all the way around. Nothing.
Awww, shit! I take a breath and plunge toward the bottom. Nothing but the rocks as I circle outward. This can't be happening! Searching, it seem like an eternity, and badly in need of air, I reach the boulder under the falls. A foot! I grab her ankle and pull as hard as I can, my lungs ready to explode. How did she get wedged under there? Must have just dove in and gotten stuck, I think. I reach the surface and get the air that I need.
A second breath, and I turn in the water toward this lifeless young beauty. I pull her ankle past my side and let go so that I can get a grip on one of her arms or around her body. I need to get her to the bank, NOW! I find an arm and pull it hard enough to get her head out of the water. I feel her legs locking around my waist. " I thought you were gonna let me drown!". She is showing a playful smile. I know I've been had. My breathing calms as I focus on her face. Her blue eyes sparkling from the streaks of sun that filter through the trees and off the water. Eyes that just fit her petite face. The beads of water glistening on her forehead and cheeks. Looking at her lips, they were thin, yet rounded and firm. They stretch into a wider smile as I gaze upon them.
"Strong legs!". "What?", I ask, my concentration broken. "You have strong legs. You're treading water and keeping both of us up.". I grin a little, flattered that she noticed. "You have strong legs too.", is all I can think of to say. "Yes I do." she says as I reach behind and backstroke toward the bank. Her grip around my waist tightens as I begin to stroke. Her head goes down with my second stroke. Good, I think to myself, she deserves it. "Strong arms too!", she says, as her head comes back up and she wipes the water from her face. She has a huge grin on her face. Feeling her vice-like grip around me, her pelvis firmly against me, and the cheeks of her ass rubbing either side of my grion as I swim for the both of us has started to arrouse me.
When I get to where the water is shallow enough to stand, I stop swimming and do just that. Pam releases her legs and stands in the water in front of me. She is holding onto my arms just above the elbow. "Thank you for saving me", she says softly as she looks up at me with her beautiful eyes. "I didn't save you, you little trickster. You were faking it and hiding from me just to scare me.", I say as I alternately poke her stomach with the index fingers of both hands. She jumps and up come her legs again. Around my waist. Like a vice. But now she lets go of my arms and puts hers around my back. "But you would have if I needed it", she is looking up at me again.
I want to kiss her so badly! I tilt my head forward. She closes her eyes. I whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry, I can't". She lets go and is three feet away almost before I get the words out. "Are you married?", she wants to know. "Oh, God no!", is my reply. "You think I'm married?", she is a little calmer now. "Oh, no, it's just that I, well, you know, I'm...", I have trouble with the words. "Awww, you think I'm under age.". I nod agreement. "I'm over eighteen. Sometimes its annoying when people think I'm so young. And I don't always act my age. So I guess it's partly my fault", she explains.
I am stunned at her revelation. Glad too. That she isn't angry for my error. And, that she is "Legal". She changes her expression to a determined look as she says, "Lets do that over", while moving toward me. Her demeanor now more like a mature woman rather than the girl I thought she was.
"Sorry Pam", I say as I reach for her hand. She reaches out and takes mine. I lead her up onto the bank where we can sit on an old Sycamore trunk. It had half fallen years ago, so now, part of it was almost horizontal, and the branches had grown vertically again.
"You could use a new pair of shorts", she says as we turn to sit. She is looking down at the legs of my cutoffs. I look down at hers and can't believe my eyes. Her shorts were almost transparent now that they were wet! And, They clung to her skin like nothing I have ever seen. No pockets, and only one seam down the middle in front that disapeared between the lips of her mound. Her skin so visible through the fabric that I can see she has a bikini tan. She is still looking at my lap and places a hand on my leg. I put my arm around her and she looks up, but only as far as my chest. My gaze moves to her chest too now. Her tan top is clinging on one side and gapping on the other.
I feel her hand begin to rub my leg in slow circles. I lean closer to her as I try to peek inside her top. She take this as a sign that I am ready to kiss her and looks up at me. Her head tilted back, gently biting her lower lip. Her eyes close as I start the kiss. Her tongue finds mine while her hand moves higher on my leg. I move my free hand to her far breast and begin to squeeze it gently. Her response is to turn her body more toward mine. She finds my throbing member and begins to follow it with her fingers through it's arch as it is trapped in my wet cut off jeans. She arches her back as I pull her closer to me, rubbing her tits against me. She pulls at my pulsating bulge and squeezes at the same time. I feel my juice pierce the end of my cock as she does.
I reach down to free my aching cock from its encasement only to find her hands meeting mine. She moves off our seat and deftly undoes my button and zipper. I rise to help her and after a short struggle, the shorts jerk loose. My hardness springs up and slaps me on my stomach. She pulls my shorts the rest of the way off then removes her own very quickly. I then reach to pull her on to me, but she is frozen in stare over me looking down at my cock. I am completely erect now and throbing so much that it jumps with every beat of my heart. Precum is oozing from the tip. I pull at her again and she looks up, moving closer. Her lips are parted, reder, and look slightly swollen. I reach around her ass with both hands and lift her closer to me. I realize she is trembling ever so slightly. She reaches down and gets hold of me. I help lift her as she guides me to her opening. There is some resistance to my entry, but as we apply more pressure, the head pops in. We work in unison to lower her trembling body down so that my cock fills her. She moans gently with her lips tightly closed as I enter her. She leans against my chest with her arms over my shoulders. My hands gripping her taught ass. She begins to rise up and down on me with my help.
I feel my cock growing even more as the pressure of my load builds in my crotch. Her trembling has eased now as we work together to raise her up then down on onto me. I can feel her pussy lips riding over the ridges of my cock. She begins to go faster, I follow her lead and try to get deeper in her at the same time. I hear muffled high pitched moans from her as she slams down onto me. Her hips start to convulse in my hands as her orgasm begins. I hold her tight against me as she shudders and I feel myself swelling as my own release begins. Our spasms subside and we look into each others eyes. Not saying anything. I am still hard, more or less. We enjoy the feelings that we are both having, Our bodies awash in our sex.
Several moments go by before we are able to speak. We decide to go for a swim, meet here again, and not tell anyone else about our waterfall.
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