Field Hand

I grew up on a farm in the North. I was in my late teens and the oldest of four kids. My younger brother usually helped my step dad in the field with the tractor and tiller. One day I had to take his place. I didn't mind because I was a tomboy and loved the field. Our field was about half a mile down the road. Wes and I were along the backline of the property when he suddenly stopped the tractor. I was walking alongside of him and moving roots and things. He told me to watch the front. I looked to the front and then turned back to ask "What for?". Well I saw why. He had his cock out and was pissing. That was the first full cock I had seen. A glimpse was an eyeful. I'd seen my two younger brother's before but this was a full-sized 50 year old man. He kinda nodded his head and finished off. We continued to work. I later had to go and I asked him to "look to the front". He didn't. Instead he said "Even is even ain't it?". I said "Guess so" and I took my squat. I ended up working all week with him. Gee I wonder why. One particular afternoon during his piss break I noticed he was standing on the side of the tractor a little longer than normal. I walked back towards him. He stayed in that same spot and position. I went around the side and he was standing there with his jeans around his ankles and his cock was hard as he stroked it quickly. Boy was I shocked. I kinda figured he jerked off. I kinda fantasized he jerked off. But I didn't expect it. He looked at me with a sly smile. He whispered "Let me see it for a second. Just a second." I looked around (as if anyone was really watching us)and then I lifted up my sun dress. He smiled from ear to ear. Then I let my panties down. He closed his eyes and whispered "Ohh baby". Then a spurt of "something" hit me on my arm and on my knee. I was thinking, "Ewww". He caught his breath and got himself together. We finished up our work. I wondered all night what that stuff was and I had that image of his thick cock. The next day we had a repeat. This time he put his finger on my outer lips and rubbed me softly. The more he rubbed the more open my thighs became. He put my hand on himself and I stroked him. That was really cool for me having something like that in my hand. He got a little bit shaky in the knees and then that creamy stuff covered my fingers. That night in bed I did to myself what he had done with his fingers. His fingers were bigger and rougher but mine were soft and gentle. The rest of the week my younger brothers had to help us so we never got to share another experience. In the back of his mind he knew what I was doing at night and I knew what he was doing also. Wes was a very kind man and I will never forget him him and that gentle lesson he opened me up to.