Summer with Carly

"You're lucky" she said. "Every guy in school wanted to see these, but they never earned their chance."

"I'm glad I earned the opportunity," I replied. "This is clearly a religious experience that few men can handle!"

She laughed "You're so odd. But you're sweet. I like that." She sat there in only those khaki shorts, pulled slightly askew so she could reach in and finger herself. She raised her left hand and began to massage her massive breasts. Her right hand slid back into her shorts. I could hear wet sounds almost immediately. "Now come on, let me see how you handle that thing"

I slid my hand down my shaft and groaned. I wanted to steal every second I could of this view, but my eyes involuntarily closed every few strokes. God it felt good. I drank in the view of her as much as I could. Carly manipulated her huge breasts, squeezing and tugging at them. Her hand dove into her shorts. I couldn't see everything occurring in those shorts, but her middle fingers were extremely wet.

I kept my strokes short and slow to hold off the orgasm that wanted out so badly. She was making it so difficult. Soft little moans would escape her when she pulled her fingers high to press her clit.

"You look so hot Carly," I said panting. "I'm trying my best not to go off, but everything you do makes me want to stroke faster"

"How bout this," she said. She pulled her fingers out of her shorts and put them out for me to see. Her juices were thick and slightly milky. She then rubbed them on her nipples.

"Holy fuck Carly!" I was dying to go off at this point, but then it would be over. She smiled at me with deviousness. Once she knew I was locked in, she bit her lower lip and groaned loudly.

"Oh, shit" I said and pulled my hand off my dick. "That was close."

She giggled. "Just a few more minutes, babe. I'm trying to hold off too. This is too good to waste!" She put her left foot up on the dash to be fully spread in front of me. I continued stroking as she ran her fingers in and out of her pussy. I had to keep stopping as I was so close.

Her groans became louder and she picked up her pace. She too would stop every few strokes and take a deep breath to hold off. I could smell her sex as she continued to make her shorts messier and messier. It smelled both sweet and musky. A very clean, inviting smell.

"Ok...here we go... home stretch..." she said as her breath quickened. She slid down the door allowing her legs to come closer to me. Her eyes were half slits and her mouth was open wide. Her whole body rocked up and down. At this point I was stroking, but barely touching my cock at all trying to hold off.

She slid that beautiful foot closer to me until it was pressed against my inner thigh. It was so smooth. She must have moisturized it twice a day. I stopped stroking and just watched her.

Now lying on her back, those gorgeous breasts were raising and falling almost obscuring her face as she bucked up and down. "Close, babe, Close" she panted. "Stroke that cock for me, I'm cumming!" She slid her foot farther toward me and pressed it into my balls. The soft pressure was amazing. Her body froze and her head tilted back against the door. "Ungh, fuck" she moaned. Her toes curled against my balls as I resumed my strokes. She recovered slightly to look at me "Come on cum for me, Jake. Cum ON me!"

That was too much. I squeezed my cock hard and used my left hand to press her foot tighter against my balls. She continued burying her finger into her sloppy cunt as I pumped the final strokes. I cried out as the first spurt shot up her calf. My second shot landed on her ankle.

"Oh hell yeah that's hot" she cried out.

She stiffened again and bit her lip to come a second time. I poured my last two shot on to her gorgeous little foot that was I holding against my balls. The two of us sat in that position, panting, for what seemed like hours.

As the sunlight started to turn a darker orange, Carly sat up and observed the damage. "I guess I didn't think that one out" she smiled. I dug through the glove box and found a few napkins and an old rag. I tried my best to clean up, but we were going to be heading home sticky. She took the rag from me to finish cleaning up, giving me a quick peck on the cheek when she did so.

We drove into town and grabbed food at a drive thru before heading home. We talked about school, the town, and her friends as we ate and drove. I think we were trying to not to ruin the experience by rehashing it so quickly. When we got back to the farm she bounded up the stairs and I headed to my room. With a very full day behind me, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed.

My first day on the farm had been the best day of my life to that point. I had no idea how great the days were to become.