Sex Lessons As I Spend The Weekend On The Farm

My girls planned a trip to a real farm

Little did I know I’d be learning sex lessons there. It was a short weekend trip, and as far as I knew, it was a three-day excursion of wine and farm-style activities. We stayed on the property with the horses. From day one there was plenty to admire—especially the farm hands. There were a few to speak of but one caught my eyes.

Tall, dark, and handsome is what you’d call him. He was a giant bull compared to my small frame. Upon entering the main build and seeing his muscles popping against that dusty black t-shirt and how those jeans fit his muscular ass. It drove me crazy. He met me with a “Hi there miss” and I stared into his blue eyes. I almost dropped my bags to the floor while handing them to him. I wondered if he would enjoy my bratty tease and denial or if I had something else in store for me.

He nearly trumped my curiosity about the farm completely. My exhibitionist side came out with these sex lessons when my attrition was alerted to the bathhouse. I think that’s what it was called. The building had showers and a toilet area. I know that I and from country Tennessee but I’ve never gotten the chance to be a real “country girl”. Yep, three days of horseback riding and outdoor living will do just fine.

There was a cowboy I wanted to give sex lessons to

We got there that Thursday evening before our first day officially started. We awaken to the knock on our cabin. Inviting us to the main house for breakfast. There I saw my tall drink of refreshing water again. All cleaned up before getting dirty from the farm work. His smile almost brought me to my knees. He caught my glare at him like the soft touch of mine he seemed to need. I stared for a moment as I bit my bottom lip as I thought about these sex lessons.

“Giana,” my friend said as she brought me back to reality. Oh the things I’d do to him. After we finished eating we made our way to the horse barn where we learned about cleaning their stall, feeding them, and more. After that, we rode the horses along the short trail before being dropped off at the wine house. No woman will ever tell you how horny you get from all of that bouncing and clit rubbing. By then, it was noon and lunchtime. So that meant we got to taste the best brew while munching.

This was a lot of activity from us girls. But by the time the sun was setting we were tired as hell. I was so tired that by the time we got into the cabin, I was asleep 5 minutes later. When I woke up after falling asleep on the couch I did what I was initially supposed to do. I gathered my bath items and made my way to the wash house but was startled.

Headed down to shower and more

With it being so late I thought I’d be the only one there but no. I silently placed my things on the floor and tip-toed around the corner to the last stall. There he stood with his back towards me. The hot water made steam rise from his muscles and the water ran down his back. His blonde hair was wet and his muscles popped out as if he was washing the front of his body. Then I saw it. I needed some sex lessons from him.

He turned to the side and I saw that he was stroking what had to be a 10-inch country boy dick. He softly groaned as he slowly pumped it. I was close but not that close and I saw the detail of it that made me weak. So weak that I slipped up and dropped my ring. Once we saw me he didn’t stop. He stroked it while slowly coming towards me.

Until the building head of the massive cock sat against my lip. I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out. Licking it, sucking only the head of it. That’s when he pulled back and came more than I’d ever seen done before. It was like someone poured a bucket of white glue on my face. Was this my first of many sex lessons of the weekend?

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