State of Affair – Chapter 5

2017 erotic stories: State of Affair – Chapter 5

Fiction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, massage, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male Solo, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence

Day four 7/12/??

I awoke about 3:30 and took a Tic-Tac off the nightstand.

Mitzi is a little space-heater. Enough to warm both of us. She had turned a little away from me, so I was able to scoot down and suckle her left breast. After a moment she stirred and I was able to put my left hand on her inner left thigh against her vulva. I continued suckling while gently squeezing her inner thigh and rubbing her vulva with the back of my thumb. She stirred a little and settled down with a sigh of pleasure.

I was tempted to hum on her areola, but didn’t want to give a hint of a rude awakening, hoping to induce an erotic dream.

I almost fell asleep when Mitzi stirred again and used her left hand at the back of my head to hold my mouth on her left breast, while reaching across me for a Tic-Tac on the nightstand.

I started dozing off again.

She must have fallen asleep again, while I slept too.

I woke again, finding my mouth on her right breast; she had rolled against me and put her right arm around my head in a way that held me in place. Needless to say I continued gentle suckling.

“If the girls in the locker-room had told me I would wake up this day and hour to a man sucking on my breasts. I would have told them, they are insane.”

“Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.”

“That’s in the Bible?”

“It’s in Proverbs chapter five.”

“You seem to remember that verse too well?”

“I listen to Audio Bible. When I’m alone in a field driving a tractor, I have a lot of time to listen and think. Sometimes you’re in my imagination.”

In the meantime I scooted up and rolled Mitzi on top of me, she talked into my right ear and I talked into her right ear. Mitzi’s smooth softness is a wonderful heat on my hard body.

“Are you sure you didn’t pray for me to hook up with you in your bedroom?”

“I didn’t do that, I prayed for your growth in Christ Jesus. God doesn’t over-ride anyone’s free will. God is sovereign over everything and everybody. Look in the Book of Job at what God allowed to happen to Job, and
Job decided to trust God regardless of consequences.”

“What happened to us?”

“We got played. We consummated a relationship before it started. Yes you were the girl of my wet dreams, but I couldn’t talk with you anywhere without being interrupted by work work work. I can think of sixteen hours work that should be done today, and as work progresses see eight more hours of work for tomorrow. What is your side of why this happened?”

“I wasn’t infatuated with you, but I watched you many times leave after school without looking right or left to the parking lot, jump in your truck, and hightail it to The Barn, as you call it. I would wait out by the parking lot in the morning, and you would show up, get out of your truck, stomp the dirt off your clodhopper boots, and without looking right or left walk straight to the school entrance.”

“Most mornings I start at 5:30, and work ’til 8:15, and head for school. I wondered why you were outside the school entrance first thing in the morning, day after day for months; sometimes I thought it was too cold for you. I know we said ‘Hi’ more than a few times, but I had no idea you were watching for me.”

“Jackie told me you’ve been doing a man’s work since you were ten years old. What intrigued me was you are the only male student in High School I never thought of as a boy.”

“My sense of humor can be childish at times.”

“Everybody has their bad moments, but I admired the times you stopped the bullies in school. Your level of sternness was exactly what they deserved. I wanted to know you better; I remember three days ago you said, ‘We need to know each other better.’ Maybe that’s the connection.”

“Are you ready to get married?”

“Yes! Mom found a white blouse, long skirt, and a perky little hat with a veil I’m happy with. I like keeping it simple.”

“My suit will be black off the rack with minor alterations, white shirt, and somebody could make a tie for me and a sash for you from a colorful fabric, so we have some color in common for our clothing.”

“Good idea!”

“Would Saturday after this coming Saturday be OK for you?”

“Yes that’ll be great. I’ll call our Moms.”

“I’ll call Pastor Dave Adams to set a time on Saturday.”

“Paul? When did you decide to marry me?”

“Well I, uhmm.”

“Don’t beat around bush Paul.”

“I love your bush. I love having my nose in your bush when I’m lick…”

“ANSWER MY QUESTION PAUL!”

Mitzi was still lying on top of me, and I hugged her tighter. “You know how a person would sometimes emphatically punctuate their argument with the statement, ‘that’s it Period’?

“Yes.”

“The ‘when’ was during the lavender shirt incident.”

“You decided to marry me when you saw my boob?”

“Yes, I was primarily thinking of you, but there were a couple of other candidates too.”

“Candidates?”

“You are the most stunningly beautiful gal in school, but there are more than a few basically functional females in school.”

“Basically functional?”

“Without honest to God love, that’s all it boils down to.”

“Why me?”

“The lighting in the hallway couldn’t have been better Mitzi. When I saw your nipple, it was like getting burnt on a hot stove, my visual acuity doubled, seeing the tan pebbly areola, the wrinkly pink nipple.

“I lost focus on the other girls. This was before first period started that day. It was the longest day of my life, I had to have the shirttails out all day to hide the boner.

“Between classes I had to replace wads of toilet paper in my undershorts to catch the precum before it wet my pants.

“You were in four of my six classes that day, which kept me percolating even more.

“I got to the cabin after school and screwed my pillow twice before going to work, and once when I got back.

“Never slept better. Nailed the pillow first thing in the morning too.

“I washed the pillows so often I wore out a pillow every five or six months, Mitzi 1, Mitzi 2, Mitzi 3, I’ve lost count.”

“You named your pillows after me?”

“You name your Teddy Bears and Dolls, I name my pillows.

“Seeing your nipple was the final punctuation mark of my decision making process regarding you, but for the life of me, I could not find a perfect moment to talk with you.”

Mitzi nibbled and licked and kissed my right ear, “Talking with me. I love that. You and me. “Talking with one another.
“Give me an orgasm, or two, or three, or four, so we can shower, eat breakfast, and go to work.”

We kissed and tongue wrestled a bit, then I kissed and hummed her right ear, neck, shoulder, back to the ear, still humming, kissed her lips with tongue, still humming, she’s breathing hard now.

Kissed her right cheek, forehead, left cheek, still humming, kissed her chin.

Mitzi’s Warm and Fuzzy is drooling on me now. I love it!

Still humming, kissing with tongue in her mouth. She’s panting!

Kissing and humming her left ear, neck, shoulder, back to the left ear.

Kissing all over her face, kissing and tonguing her mouth, while hugging so tight she can barely breathe.

Lifted her by her armpits, and lowered her ‘til I got all I could of her right breast in my mouth still humming. I sucked and licked and nipped her right nipple and areola with a ferocity Mitzi had never experienced before.

“This is the nipple that stirred my loins hundreds of times during the last two years! Vengeance is mine! Yum nium yum yum niumm!”

Mitzi is really thrashing around squawking, squalling, and squealing. Time for the left breast.

I lifted her and slid her down far enough to kiss with tongue in her mouth thoroughly, then lifted her, and moved to the left breast, and treated it like a long lost friend, hugging Mitzi’s left breast tight against my mouth fiercely doing equal to what I had done to her right breast. She continued to be a lovely noisome beast.

I’ve bucked thousands of small 100-125 pound bales of hay on and off stacks all of the first four seasons of my last eight years of farming, so handling Mitzi is an effortless piece of cake.

I rolled us over, so I’m on top, gave her mouth another thorough kissing and tonguing, then moved down a bit to give her breasts a refresher course in excitement by sucking and massaging her nipples, rubbing from just outside the edge of her areolas to the tips of her nipples with a bit of a pinch over and over and over.

Giving her no slack while sliding down to Mitzi’s Warm and Fuzzy, licking between her vulva and leg alternating two or three times on each side, still massaging her nipples, then licked and sucked each labia for a long ten count (humming), then got my nose in the middle of her bush and ran my tongue as deep as I could all the way up to suck on her clitoris three or four or five times (piece of cake – humming). Still massaging her nipples.

Mitzi tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me up to kiss her lips. “You’ve given me four orgasms. Stay up here and make love to me Paul, let’s finish you off.”

“I don’t want to make love to you. I want to make love with you.”

“Hmm, Let me get on top, and I’ll make love to you and you make love with me. Does that sound like a plan?”

“A lovely plan Mitzi, I poke, and you stroke.”

Mitzi set the length and pace of stroke while I relaxed and enjoyed the heat of the moment in Mitzi.

We lasted another five minutes, Mitzi had two more orgasms, and I ejaculated down the chute to the cervix; the happy hunting ground of sperm.

We woke up about thirty minutes later finding myself still inside her. “Poor thing doesn’t want to leave me Paul.”

“It would be lost without you Mitzi.”

Yesterday we had talked with Uncle Bill about taking today off, because we were a couple weeks from starting our third cuttings.

The plan was Mitzi riding with me in the Hay-mower three or four days at the start of harvest, so she would be familiar with operating it.

Hopefully Aunt Lucy and Mom will rotate riding along with Mitzi for a week or two operating each piece of equipment in play during harvest; all of our tractor-cabs have a buddy-seat in them.