“Uh, well. I don’t know,” I replied to her breasts.
“See! You’re staring. Just like all the other men. And a few women.”
“I’m not staring!” I answered while staring at the round curves.
“Yes, you are. I mean, they’re just breasts. Ma’am has a pretty big pair too.”
“Well, we guys don’t have ’em. Maybe that’s why.” I finally managed to tear my eyes away and look the blonde beauty in the eye. “But I have to admit, they ARE fascinating.”
Without another word, Katie reached back and loosened the ties to her dress. She then tugged down at the fabric, slowly revealing the upper halves of her tits, still covered up by her standard white bra. This was not a new event for me. I’d seen this view before. But I still felt the adrenaline rush in my veins as my mouth watered and my palms started sweating.
Katie observed my obvious change in arousal as she revealed more and more to me, a quizzical smile on her face.
“Uh, Katie. You sure you should be doing that here?” We were still in the kitchen. “Ma’am may come back.”
She waved off my concern. “Nah, she’s down for her nap. Why? Do you want me to cover them back up?”
“NO!!!” I took a deep breath. “No,” I stated in a calmer voice. My gaze was once again locked onto the bare flesh, afraid it might go away forever.
“Hmm,” Katie mused. And then before I could react further, she reached up and pulled down on one of the bra cups.
I went rigidly still as a rosy nipple came into view. It was different from my imagination, but no less perfect: pink aureole, eraser-hard nipple. I realized I’d stopped breathing. And then as fast as she revealed her entire breast she was tucking it away again and pulling up the top of her dress.
“You’d better get out to the field, Johnny. Otherwise Master will get angry,” she warned as she busied herself tightening the collar. And then she walked away to resume her house chores.
It was a full two minutes before I’d recovered enough to stand.
***
We were at the tail end of the harvest and things were running pretty well. It was a hot, sweltering day, and Master and I returned back to the house to relax after a good day’s work. As soon as we hit the porch I ripped my shirt over my head, using it to wipe the sweat off of my brow.
A lifetime of laboring and a healthy American diet had led me to grow tall and strong, with the toned body and rough hands of a working farmer. I hunkered over the kitchen sink, rubbing those sore hands and soaping up to wash away the day’s grime.
Katie brought over some food, and the four of us settled in. Master was chowing down like there was no tomorrow. On the other hand, Ma’am wasn’t eating much; her health had only gotten worse in the last few months. Katie didn’t eat much either. She spent most of the meal just kind of giving me a funny look. Her skin looked a little red, as if she was flushed, and I wondered if she was feeling alright. Then again, it was a hot day, and Ma’am may have been working her really hard this morning.
Master finished up quickly, and he and Ma’am retired back to their room to take their late afternoon nap. They would be out cold for at least the next two hours.
A few minutes later I’d eaten my fill and leaned back in my chair to revel in that satisfied feeling. Katie cleaned the table, collecting the dishes. When I looked up at her, she looked straight at me, her clear eyes glowing. She then gave me that little grin she had whenever she wanted to play at kissing. “I’ll meet you back at the barn.”
I didn’t say anything. I just picked up my feet and gave her my own Cheshire grin. I tromped out and headed for the barn. Once there, I kicked off my boots and settled into a comfortable patch of hay where I was nicely shaded and had a good breeze flowing in.
I removed my shirt to cool off, and as I was lying back, I felt the good aches in my muscles. The tension of the day was starting to melt away. My mind relaxed, and I felt myself drifting away.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew Katie was leaning over me, her soft hands rubbing my bare chest. I groggily woke up and gave her a welcoming smile. Her white teeth shone back at me, and then she was leaning in, opening her lips up and pressing them to mine in a soft kiss.
We quickly progressed to “French” kissing, and as the silky pads of her lips molded to mine, I felt the soft wetness of her tongue probe into my mouth, letting me massage it with my own. That tender little touch always sent shivers down my spine.
For ten minutes, we just lay in the hay, kissing each other gently and rolling until Katie was flat on top of me, her legs intertwined with mine, her bosom resting on my naked chest. Eventually she pulled away, and I saw a fire in her eyes I’d never seen before. She stood up suddenly, and my breath caught in my throat when she reached back to unbutton her sundress.
Before I realized it, the dress had dropped to the floor. It was the first time I’d been with a woman clad only in her underwear. Immediately, my eyes locked onto her bra-encased tits. The firm flesh strained the fabric, being pressed together to form a tight line, that perfect breast-valley I’d lusted after in my dreams. I was haunted by the memory of that one glimpse of her nipple.
She watched me watch her, and then the globes began to move. I looked up to see Katie grinning at me, shaking her chest and making her tits wobble enticingly. And then I gasped as she reached behind her back for the fastener.
All oxygen left my body as Katie slipped the catch and her bra fell to the floor. Her very full, very round, and very firm breasts spill out to my gaze, capped by hard nipples at rigid attention.
That wasn’t the only thing at attention, as I felt my erection tenting my pants painfully. Katie’s eyes danced as she switched back and forth between watching the wide-eyed expressions on my face, across my abs and down to the large monster trying to crawl out of my crotch. Still staring at my hips, she said, “Your turn. Take them off.”
Without hesitation, and with my own desire to relieve the pressure, I unbuckled and pulled my pants off, taking my underwear with them. It took me a few tries, as the mind-blowing vision of Katie’s fabulous naked breasts was still in my sight.
Almost in too much of hurry, Katie flustered around for a moment, trying to place a quilt into the hay while clad only in her panties. She giggled in her nervousness. Trembling with excitement, she finally got everything into place.
I, meanwhile, sat there like an idiot waiting for her to tell me what to do next. I was entirely engrossed in watching Katie’s fantastic body, and especially her big boobs, bouncing around. We had kissed many times, and even tentatively touched each other’s private parts from outside clothing. Already we’d gone further than we had ever gone before.
Katie sat down on the quilt just a few feet away from me and, fixing me with an intense gaze, she stated, “I want to watch you play with your thing.”
Automatically, my hand moved towards my cock. I’d masturbated to my imagination of Katie’s nude body. Here was the real thing, half-naked, with perfect tits right in front of me.
But my own embarrassment slowed me. It felt awkward to touch myself in front of another person.
Katie saw my hesitation. And she leaned over to pull her own panties off, leaving her completely in the nude, just like me. “Come on, Johnny. I’m going to play with myself too. We can watch each other.”
And as I let my hand cross the last few inches to wrap around my cock, I saw Katie’s delicate fingers spread open the pink folds between her legs. It was my first view of a pussy.
I had to admit, the thing didn’t look as enticing as her tits did to me. I recognized the hole where my pecker would go if we ever were to mate. But all in all it was a strange-looking part of her body. But then Katie’s fingers went to the hard nub at the top, and when her eyes closed and she moaned, the sound sent a thrill up and down my spine.
My hand started pumping, my grip firm but loose as I’d gotten accustomed to myself. I let four fingers wrap around while my thumb was held vertical to glide along my shaft.
Katie gasped and watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, the blue glint piercing in the afternoon sunlight.
Her whole body was flushed, as if she were sick with fever. But now I knew it wasn’t a virus. I guess men weren’t the only ones who masturbated. And so I watched her bosom heave up and down while her fingers played with herself, the hard nub her equivalent of my cock in bringing pleasure to oneself.
Very quickly, Katie peaked, her body going rigid for a moment and then she was moaning loudly. I hoped the Masters were asleep or that the sound didn’t carry too well. Her body trembled, shuddering a few times. I worried for just a moment that her spasms were a sign of something wrong. But the happy look of bliss on her face reassured me.
When she was done, her eyes locked in on my cock, harder than ever and waving in her general direction. “Your turn.”
I was already close. The audio stimulation of hearing Katie go through her orgasm had me on edge. And now faster and faster I began stroking myself. Katie got off her quilt and moved closer to me to get a better view. Whether by design or coincidence she knelt right in front of me, between my outstretched legs. Her tits wobbled just a few inches away from my pecker, and the close-up sight of them were all I needed to explode.
I grunted loudly and my body jerked once, and then the first jet of cum flew out and splattered against her right tit. She shrieked in surprise and fell away from me, but not before another shot impacted against her belly. And then Katie had retreated to a safe distance while the rest splashed onto the floor between my legs.
“You’re a lot messier than me,” she commented when I was done. I nodded and fished out the towel I kept up here for this specific purpose. Automatically, I reached out and began to dab at her body, cleaning up my goo that had splattered on her. Katie tensed up when I touched her naked body for the first time. But then she relaxed and let me clean her up.
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