I feel that I need to preface things by mentioning that I grew up on a farm. I was home from University for the summer when this took place, not stowed away in some random barn, touching myself. Does that make it any less of a kinky confession? I’m not sure.
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It was a really hot day. Being that our farm was situated on a remote section of country road with no neighbors in sight, I decided to take my top off to do the chores. We had five horses and caring for them required some hard physical labor. I was not about to sweat more than I had to, and the breeze felt sooo good against my breasts. Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?
Anyhow, I was shovelling away with the music pumping and before long I started to get super horny. I don’t know if it was the heat or the breeze, or my rhythmic movements in time to the music, but I suddenly wished that my boyfriend was there. He was back in the city, unable to visit for a week and a half, but my desire was so strong… I had to do something about it right then and there!
I set the pitchfork up against the wall, took off my gloves, unzipped my pants and started touching myself. I had just spread down a thick layer of straw, and soon I was down in it, as waves of ecstasy had weakened my knees.
Sensing where things were headed, I grabbed a clean horse blanket and lay it down on the straw, then stretched out on my back and prepared for a long, luxurious time of it.
The music was so loud, and I was so deep into the throws of passion that I didn’t hear the blacksmith’s truck as it approached the barn. It was heavy with irons and various blacksmith implements that made a hell of a noise as they banged together in the flatbed, but I heard nothing.
Just as soon as I felt the thunderous release of a massive orgasm, I opened my eyes to see the blacksmith staring at me from behind a stack of hay; a look of shock and titillation on his face. He wasn’t much older than I was. I knew that he had a wife, and judging from his reaction, I could tell that she probably had never once masturbated in front of him.
I shrieked in surprise. It was so humiliating! I had completely forgotten the appointment we had made to get the horses shod. I didn’t know what to do, so I just got up, found my shirt on the hook where I had left it, and went outside, all the while pretending that I hadn’t noticed he was there. When I returned with horses in tow, he acted as if he had just arrived and had missed the whole thing.
We never once spoke of it, but I could have sworn his wife gave me a funny little look the next time I saw her at a community barbecue. I have a feeling that her husband’s voyeurism might have fueled some spicy role plays for the two of them, or at least I hope it did. It’s always nice to think of an orgasm spreading its joy from one pussy to another, lol!
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