My mouth went dry. My heart took off and it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. I was sure I was going to faint. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of his. They were so intent…so focused. The way he was looking at me reminded me of the way I used to look at chocolate when I was a little girl. Like I wanted to eat it and I wanted to eat it NOW. My pulse throbbed in my neck and I found myself swallowing…HARD. Just then a horse stomped its feet and I startled. Embarrassed once more I looked down and felt my ears throb with heat.
“Damn,” I thought. “I’m clashing again,” When I looked up, Jim was still looking at me but the intensity was gone.
“You ready to climb up there now?” he asked tilting his head back to look up at the hay mow. Instead of answering right away I looked at the sleek lines of his throat. I fought the urge to close the distance between us, snatch him by the shirt and see if that skin tasted as good as it looked. After a brief look I answered, “Yes. I’m ready. But who goes up first?”
“You do.” he answered. “That way I can make sure I catch you if you fall. Don’t want anything bad to happen ya know.”
I wasn’t too sure how I felt about me going up that ladder first. While I had enjoyed all of the long looks I had taken at his ass, I didn’t want him taking that same look at mine. I was positive if I went up the ladder first an accident would happen all right. The seam of my pants would rip wide open and my pale, white ass would be the biggest moon in daylight hours he had ever seen.
“Can’t I go last?” I asked. “I mean, I am going to go slower than you and I don’t want the horses to have to wait for their hay just because I am a slow climber.” I was impressed with my fast thinking. There was no way he could have a problem with what I just said. The horses had been stamping their feet and snorting since they had finished with their grain. It was obvious THEY didn’t want any delays in being fed.
“I think you’ll climb just fine. Your legs look nice and strong. That’s what a good climber needs…good legs.” he said.
“Oh my God…he is looking at my legs!” my brain screamed out. A split second later my sane brain said, “Why would he be looking at my legs? Shouldn’t he be noticing my boobs or my hair or my favorite asset, my eyes?”
Out loud I said a slow, “Oooookkkaaaay. But I am going to climb slow…just warning you.”
“Just get on the ladder Carla,” he said with that same twinkle in his eyes.
Going over to the wall, I grasped the rung above my head and started climbing up. On the second rung, I noticed something…something good..very, very good. There were arms beside mine on the outside of the ladder. Nice strong arms attached to a chest that was pressed into my back. His legs were behind mine and the heat that flared between us should have started a barn fire. Each step I took, he took with me. Each time my leg moved to climb his muscular thigh bunched behind mine. I slowed my climbing wanting to savor every touch, every movement. I hadn’t ever felt body on body before and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Since I didn’t know if I was going to get to feel it again, I made it last as long as I could. Unfortunately, the top came into sight and almost as one we swung our leg over and got off the ladder.
His chest rose up and down as if he had just run a marathon. My breathing matched the pulse in his neck I could see beating strongly and I wondered if there was anywhere else on that body I could feel his heart beat. We stood there for a moment, catching our breath, neither one of us speaking. I looked around.
“Nice place, this hay mow of yours.” I said.
“It’s very private up here too,” he fired right back.
“Why would hay need privacy?” I asked.
“It doesn’t,” he replied. “But the people who come up here like it.”
“Oh,” I said lamely.
Jim started walking toward me and I was frozen into place. I watched him coming step by step by step until he was right in front of me. My palms got wet, my mouth parted slightly and I licked my lips with my tongue. He had only to lean forward and I could finally claim my first kiss. I inhaled deeply and my eyes could only see his face coming toward me as if in slow motion. I was excited, I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do. Finally he was so close all I had to do was turn my head slightly to the side, lean forward and our lips would touch. Closing my eyes and tipping forward I waited for that first sensation of warm lips on mine. And I waited. After a few moments, I opened my eyes. He had leaned toward me and then continued on leaning past me bending deep at the waist to grab his first bale of hay.
“You always start with the bales closest to the edge so you make more work space up here.” he explained. Grabbing the bale of hay with his hands, he picked it up and pitched it over the edge of the mow where it tumbled to the floor below. “Use both your hands and grab the two strands of twine, pick it up and throw it.” he ordered.
“I’ll throw it alright,” I said to myself. I grabbed that bale of hay and threw that mother over the side so hard it landed by the watering trough. It felt good. I was imagining it was Jim I threw over the side. I didn’t realize I had just had my first exposure to sexual frustration. It wasn’t fun and I did NOT like it.
“Wow, your strong!” an impressed Jim said. “Looks like your legs aren’t the only strong thing on you.”
“Gee thanks!” I practically snarled back. “I always wanted to be known as the strong armed, muscled legged girl from the hay mow!”
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