Future Farmer's Wife.

Summer loving, working on the farm.

Based on a post by Farmer
jill. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The
farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail;
and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales
back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job
paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change,
with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when
you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to
work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since
every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool
to be exploited.

I liked working the hay harvests, because it allowed me to
have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming
is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but
in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like.

It was the summer of 81. I just turned 18 and the hay season
started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked
for the Wilson's before. I showed up at 7am, on the appointed day, and there
were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you
never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers
would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or
stupid.

In addition to myself, there were the Hanson brothers, Bill
and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the
conveyor. In case you don't know; the conveyor is what gets the bales from the
wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload it,
because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading
would get overwhelmed.

There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in
our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses
on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than
Cooper Banks, my high school crush. We were both the youngest in our families,
and the only kids still living at home. We were both in the high school FFA
club, Future Farmers of America, But he quit the club when he became a starter
on the wrestling team.

He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure
that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at
school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a
different bus route from me, so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet
here he was, in the flesh.

The Hay Harvest Operation.

The way haying worked most times is; you went out with a
wagon and while the farmer drove, you loaded the wagon. One person on the
wagon, and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were formed, tied,
and delivered to the wagon and then you stacked them on the wagon. In this case
it was both types. Mr. Wilson was baling onto one wagon while the new guy
stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another
wagon.

Once we had some wagons loaded, people would then work on
loading the hay into the barn, hayloft, through an upper door under the gable;
while others collected more hay. The farmers kept big coolers of cold water on
hand, to hydrate the workers, and we often poured water over our sweaty bodies,
to get relief from the humid air. Halfway through the day, our clothes were
soaked.

At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go.
Blisters developed on his hands, because he didn't bring work gloves; so he was
done. This left Bill loading the conveyor, and Cooper and I stacking the hay
now in the barn's upper loft. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that
Mr. Wilson was towing behind his bailor. It's hard work, but you are so busy,
that it goes fast.

Soon enough, the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then
he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of
the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow, and went to leave.

I ended up walking beside Cooper, and I was desperate to
think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt,
so I asked him about it,

"Cooper, that's a nice shirt. Did you like the
concert?"

"Oh yeah, those guys were great, I'd go see them again.
You have a pretty nice shirt on, too."

Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work.
Mine was Long sleeves to protect my arms and it was well-worn. It was sorta too
small for me, because it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud
of my boobs that had kept developing over the past year. My tits were high on
my chest, and especially firm, and jiggled a lot. I'm sure Cooper liked what
was inside my shirt.

 Last winter, my past boyfriend said my tits were the
perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the days of sports
bras, so I had on a plain white cotton bra that I am sure was transparent at
this point, from all the sweat. Did I mention that haying was hot sweaty work?
It is. My shirt had a John Deere green tractor on it, and said, "Born to
Farm."

I usually have to wear a large, if I want room for my tits.
But a medium was all I had, that morning when I went to work. Cooper would
probably fit the shirt just fine.

I'm not sure what made me do it, but I blurted out before
thinking, "If you like it, Cooper; I would swap it for yours."

Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious, "Sure, I
will wash it and bring it for you tomorrow."

The look on his face was priceless when I replied, "We
can swap now."

And with that, I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on
Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock, and then, as he took in my
transparent wet cotton bra and prominent nipples, his looked turned to lust.
Ted and Bill noticed as they were opening their F150 truck doors. Their tongues
were hanging out of their open mouths.

Not to be outdone, Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We
were almost at his El Camino, and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt,
I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay, and sweat.

At this point Bill and Ted lost interest and had left.

The manly smell of the shirt must have been really
intoxicating, because it made me really bold, "Hey Cooper; maybe we could
trade something else."

He was holding my shirt in his hand, and his bare rippled
chest was making it hard for me to breathe.

"Sure Jill, what else did you have in mind?"

"If you give me and my bike a lift home, we could trade
washing one another's back, in the shower."

Once again, the look on his face was priceless. It went from
shock to desire. I noticed a bulge form in his pants. He noticed that I
noticed.

"Sure Jill, let's go."

He put my bike in the back of the stylish truck. It was only
2 miles on the county road, to my parents' farm, and his stereo was instantly
playing the latest Van Halen album, so we didn't talk, besides me giving him
directions. I was really nervous, because I had never done anything like this
before. I knew my mom was in town at her part-time job. My dad was setting
fence posts til sundown on the back end of the farm.

Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found
my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had
also heard and seen them in action, when they thought they were alone with
girls.

By 18, I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of
the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I
matured, so I was on the pill. Since my hips and tits had filled out, I'd had a
few boyfriends. And yes; I fucked two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more
experienced, but let's just say, I knew what I was getting into.

When we arrived, I led him into our split-level new house,
and up to my bathroom. I was so nervous at this point, I didn't know what to do
next.

Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a
good kisser and soon we were tongue-wrestling, while Cooper started to feel my
tits. His lips felt great and his hands on my tits even better. I helped him
get my clothes off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my
pussy drool.

 

 

"Jill Johnson, I'm going to lick the sweat off your
luscious tits." He picked me up and sat me on the counter, and went to
licking.

I leaned back into the big mirror and ran my fingers through
his wavy golden hair. I'm not sure why I liked that so much, but I did.

He began to kiss and lick my tits. Cooper was very
systematic, and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really
worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my
tits, but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth, I
moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my tits with his mouth while his hands
worked on opening my pants. He pulled me down from the counter and slipped my
sweaty jeans down. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking
wet center.

It felt so g