Their conversation informed him that she was in the house alone, and her eyes made it obvious she found him attractive. He asked questions about her social life and finished his drink to ask her if she would like to go out with him, a movie or rock concert or fishing or something. She said it would have to be soon because she wouldn't be available after a few weeks.
Some sixth sense told Bill not to ask why she wouldn't be around. He looked at her jugs pushing out the material of her halter top. The heft of her breasts turned him on and he felt a slight strain building up in his crotch.
"Maybe Wednesday night?"
"Love it. Just to keep things from being complicated, may I meet you somewhere?"
"How about at seven at the fried chicken place on Tenth Street?"
"Perfect."
When she led him to the door and he thanked her, she let their bodies touch. The slight contact sent a thrill through his body. He could think of nothing else till Wednesday at seven.
She looked sensational in hip-hugging jeans and a fashionable top which almost exposed her breasts. Her skin was like polished marble, yet vibrant with life. Her hair fell down her shoulders and its highlights made it look full of stardust. His crotch bothered him again.
Kay was beginning to feel ashamed of for cheating on Davey and began to grow distant during the movie. When they were once more talking and smiling at each other she forgot about her commitment and remembered only her determination to learn about sex so she wouldn't disappoint Davey on their wedding night. Bill's smiles warmed her once more and she snuggled against the firmness of his pectoral muscles.
She liked the feel of his hand on her shoulder, too. He was alive and exciting. He was a few years older than she, but that only added to his allure. When he asked if she'd like a look at the dairy farm where they got the milk she agreed right away.
The drive took a few minutes. The dairy was on the edge of the suburbs, the largest piece of undeveloped land for twenty miles. They passed the plant proper and drove over a hillock to the barns where the cattle were kept. They were all inside because it was after mid night.
"The ground's dry, let's walk around."
"I won't step in anything I'll regret, will I?"
"What kind of things do you regret?"
"You know what I mean."
"To insure your dainty feet don't touch kaka, your majesty, I'll carry you."
With that he bent quickly and brought his arms up behind her, cupping her under the knees and behind the shoulder and whisked her off her feet. His powerful legs began pacing the distance to the nearest barn. She'd learned it wasn't football he played, but soccer. The tremendous muscles of his legs testified to that.
"What are you doing, you clown?"
"I'm dragging you kicking and screaming into a barn, my pretty, heh, heh, heh."
Kay was laughing and giggling and holding him around the neck while he opened the door to the barn and carried her across its threshold.
Inside she smelled the freshness of the animals and felt the heat of their bodies. The cows were penned close together behind long feeding troughs. It was like an old-fashioned barn except it had been modernized with hoses and plastic buckets and fire extinguishers and white paint. The hay all over the flooring absorbed some of the manure but even its aroma was pleasant.
"C'mon upstairs, the hay is neat."
Kay had never been in a haymow before. It was exciting, and she eagerly followed Bill up the ladder, looking up and seeing the attractive curve of his ass as his springy legs propelled him up into the black void.
Once up into the mow a small window at the far end provided just enough illumination to move around.
Soon he was holding her to his broad chest.
"Kay, I brought you up here hoping we could make it."
"I know."
"You're not offended?"
"Why do you think I was right there at the door the other morning? I was hoping you'd ask me out."
Bill bent and kissed her on the lips tenderly. His body was straight, muscled and slightly hairy. His strong hands were quick to pull her jeans off.
Bill dropped to his knees and kept going, "Oh, oh, oh," he murmured softly as his hands worked on the fabric and revealed more and more. Quickly, he stripped himself, too.
His erection was straight and while neither fat nor overly long, was attractive with a bright pink head. Since he was already on his knees, he turned her around and planted his mouth on her hairy cunt.
Kay watched his head bob quickly from side to side as he licked at her hot slit. His fingers were kneading her ass. His mouth kissed over her tummy and one hand clutched one big pale breast. His other hand doubled up into a fist with one finger sticking out from it. That finger soon disappeared because he used it as a screwdriver to work its way into her vagina, letting it probe and penetrate while she uttered guttural uhhs and ahahahahs.
She bounced on the hay, unable to get on her back fast enough. With one spring he was on top of her, planting his cock in her snatch. She was grateful he was an experienced man.
The head of Bill's cock slid into her quickly, followed by its strong straight shaft. Its head broke new paths in her pussy as he pumped automatically, thrusting with force from his first stroke.
He gave her no build-up, no preparation; he just hopped on and humped. His face was between her breasts and he began smearing them all over his face. Hands full of hair twisted and turned her head. Her hands were all over his back and ass, sometimes her legs were too.
He bounced on her from a new angle. She encouraged this sort of variety with loud grunts of pleasure and soft kisses on anything she could set her lips to.
"Fuck me, Bill, I want to be good for you."
Kay shoved her crotch at him. She raised her hips off the hay and snapped her pussy on his cock and hung onto it as he threw his hips up and down.
He pulled his cock out, grabbed her knees, pushed them up in the air in front of his head and rammed his swollen cock into her juicy gash.
"Oh!!"
Two sensational strokes and his cock was out of her cunt and his face was in it. Noisily he was slurping up the juices his fucking had created. Bill was a muffer.
"Aw, hot pussy!"
He licked on every side of it as fast as he could and sank his tongue into her warm cunt and siphoned out what he could. While he was sucking away Kay pulled on her breasts and tossed head back and forth with her tongue sticking out between her teeth.
Bill could hear the plop of her ass as she ground it in a circle to enhance the feeling of his big fat cock in her pussy. She loved him banging her into the hay.
"Kay! You're making me cum. Ummm! Ummm! Damn it! Unnnnnhhh!!!"
Dizzily she tripled her movements to extract all the pleasure she could from his cock. When he was through depositing his sperm in her, he rolled off her body and lay on his back on the hay, breathing deeply and noisily.
It was an effort, but Kay managed to straighten out her legs. The phantom feeling in her cunt continued to make her pulsing body twitch and twinge. She hadn't felt such pleasure in a very long time. College men were divine! Gradually her body adjusted to the lack of a throbbing cock's full length and swollen head within her cunt. She capped it with her hand to hold the warmth in longer.
"You're terrific, Kay."
"Move a little closer."
She did.
He slid toward her. Their bodies were incendiary. They were both burning with churning, nervous energy. Their hips touched first. She was on her back, her full breasts spilling to either side.
"You're warm."
"So are you."
With that she put her hand on his waist.
"I want to feel your warmth."
He said nothing, nor did he move. She slid closer. She could feel his chest expand and contract as he breathed faster. Her hands rubbed his sturdy back and sides. She turned on her side and the weight on her breast obeying gravity as it rolled over was pleasant. Her nipples touched his skin.