Pumpkin Picking

It was friggin cold this morning! Seriously, my nipples could cut glass but I love this time of year. The days are getting shorter and the leaves look pretty changing color. When I was a little girl I used to go to this pumpkin patch with my daddy and pick out my very own pumpkin. I always chose the biggest one I could find. I still do that. Guess I haven’t changed much, bigger is still better in everything, lol.

Anyways, I remember the last time I went pumpkin picking. It was around this time last year. I woke up early because I had seen a super cute guy working there the day before. He was tall and broad shouldered, his large hands picking the pumpkins up with ease. It got me wondering what else of his was big. I wanted him. So I put on a tight sweater, it was hunter green and stretched across my tits perfectly. I love that sweater, might wear it tomorrow. Oh yeah, I also threw on a pair of dark wash jeans. No panties though, gotta be free, know what I’m mean? Plus the feel of my jeans rubbing against my bare pussy would make me nice and wet by the time I got there. I slipped on my black boots with the four inch heels and went on my way.

It was a 15 minute walk but I took the long way there. My jeans were rubbing against my clit the entire time and by the time I got there I was dripping wet. It was all I could do to resist slipping a hand down my jeans and stroke my swollen clit. I wandered around the pumpkins for a bit, looking for that cute employee. It was quiet since it was early in the day but it was a big farm. After forever I finally spotted him. Okay, maybe it was only 10 minutes but still. When I want something or someone I want it NOW not 10 minutes from now. Why should I have to wait?

He was talking to a customer and ringing up her purchase so I slowly walked by, giving him a nice look of what could be his. His eyes casually flicked over me then stopped, he looked me over more slowly. I decided to make him want me even more so I smiled at him and slowly licked my lips. He turned his attention back to the customer and casually shifted. You know that shift; it’s the ‘I’m starting to get a boner at a really bad time’ shift. I had him.

I walked over to the fence and leaned against it. I slid my hand down the front of my jeans and my fingers found my soaking wet pussy. I slipped one finger in and started stroking myself. The customer left and he started walking towards me. His eyes were glazed; poor thing couldn’t believe his lucky day had finally arrived. He stopped in front of me and I slipped my finger out. It was slick and covered in my sweet pussy juice. I let him lick my finger clean then undid my jeans. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now. He looked big; I couldn’t wait to see how big. My pussy couldn’t wait either; I swear I felt it getting wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. I slid my jeans down and told him that he should get to work before another customer arrived. He dropped to his knees and I soon felt his tongue lapping up my juices.

It was a good start to my day and well let’s just say he put in overtime that day.