Those Hot Sultry Days

I had left the house early and walking across the farmland shortcut to the bus stop, I knew I had made a mistake. I was already hot and sweaty, and I felt really sticky between my legs. I just knew I was sweating there, but also. I knew I was creaming myself too.

The last field style gave me the opportunity, as my legs straddled it, to confirm what I already knew. I could smell my own arousal.

Right there and then I gave any thoughts of work the finger, and tugged my panties down. They were, as I suspected, a mess. I squirmed, peed, and used them to dry myself before tossing them into the hedge. Still squatting, I felt like masturbating, right there and then.

I spread my knees but had only got one finger in when a rough voice said "Oh Fuck..sorry miss" the farmer! Now he must be 60 if he's a day, and he had walked right in on me.

I am not confident. Nor someone who would turn your head in the street, and I have never had a really disgusting slutty thought in my life, but I just reached for his zip.

It's true what they say about farmers...he may have been old but now, was he hung. I used my hand and mouth to get him hard, all the time, jilling like a bitch on heat.

I came three times before he told me that he was getting close. I made him cum, not with my hands or mouth....(work it out)

I walked off feeling such a slut. I spent the day wandering the countryside fingering myself and peeing until my clit was too sore to continue.

Hmm..guess I can be a slut when I want!