I wake up in a small 4-person tent, with an air mattress big enough for two and the sun shining in. I lay there for a moment and let myself stretch and wake up. Standing at 5 foot nothing with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, tanned skin, tank top, and cut off shorts, I get up and go to start a fire but I realize that I’m out of fire starters. I grab my wallet, zip up hoodie and head to the campsite store. I see the other campers start to stir and come alive. I grab a few supplies and head back to my site. I pass by one site, there is this guy. A tall man. A man who’s probably about 6 foot tall. He wears a hoodie, along with a pair of jogging pants, he has about a 2-inch-long beard, and a dad body. As I check him out, he looks up at me and cough me looking. My cheeks heat a little. He smiles and waves at me.
Author: Missstease
Farmhand (F)(M)
I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer till suddenly, before me is John – the new farm hand – standing much taller than my 5 foot nothing ass. Wearing a tight gray T-shirt that is soaked in sweat showing each hard muscle on his torso, mud covered blue jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hat, 5 o’clock shadow, blue eyes, tanned. I take in what is before me. I find myself remembering all the dirty things I’d like to do to John since he got hired. Suddenly I remember what I was doing in this tiny workroom in the hayloft. I quickly pull my hand out of my pants and try to make my way pass him. But he is too quick. He gets ahold of my wrist and pins it to my back and pushes me against the wall.
“Where do you think you’re going?” John says
“To do barn chores” I say, really embarrassed that I was caught at this point.
Coworker (FMM)
The sound of birds singing their song in the late Friday afternoon is filling the house along with a cooling breeze coming through the open window above the sink. Standing there at the sink, I am cleaning up the rest of supper prep. Like clockwork, in walks Logan but this time with a surprise guest. One who stands tall, well-tanned, slight stubble and well dressed. They chat with each other at the back door landing while taking off shoes and coats. I reach over and turn the water off. Grabbing at the bottom of my apron I wipe my hands dry. Removing the apron, I walk over and hang it up beside the fridge on the other side of where the men of come into the house. Logan walks over to me as his friend makes his way over to the table on the other side of the kitchen. “Murphy this is my wife, Lilly. Lilly this is Murphy an old co-worker and an old friend whose been brought to my office to help until we can find the right people to hire for the job.”
His wife and I [MFF]
Him and I have just got into his truck after having super at restaurant. We start driving down the road, he realizes that he’s forgotten something rather important to him at home so he changes direction. He puts his hand on my thigh bringing my attention to him and not outside. He says, “i have to make a very quick trip home, I’ve forgotten something”, I nod, he drives. Once we pull up to his house I look at him and say “I’m sorry, but I think I had one too many and I really need the washroom.” Hesitation sets in on his face, but after a minute of considertion he looks at me, smiles and says, “ok, but my wife is home. If she says anything to you, you let me handle it.” I roll my eyes at you. “I understand, but I got this.”