Author: SamoTheWise

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr2lcj/the_farmer_friends_part_1_sfw_intro_chapter_1/?)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr36pq/the_farmer_friends_part_2_sfw_chapter_2/?)

Chapter 2 continued

She sat next to me and put her hand on my neck. “You are so warm! How do men stay so warm?”

“Oh please, you can have as much as my warmth as you want. Your cold hands feel good.” I took her other hand and not so subtly put it between my thighs. She giggled like a schoolgirl again, and said, “I will take as much as you give me.”

I grabbed a quilt from the back of the couch and threw it over her is she snuggled into me and wiggled her wrist on my solid bulge. Soon after that movie started she was stroking me through my jeans. I ran my fingers through her hair and scratched her scalp to show my appreciation.

After a few minutes, I slouched down, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them to my knees. She swung her legs up onto the couch and put her head in my lap, taking my penis to her mouth and playing with it with her tongue. She held onto the base and moved it around gently like a lollipop, taking slow licks and spinning her tongue around the head. She moaned softly and said, “you taste delicious.” I moaned softly in reply. Read more »

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr2lcj/the_farmer_friends_part_1_sfw_intro_chapter_1/?)

Chapter 2

A dog greeted me at the white picket fence barking with great enthusiasm and some menace, and the front porch light turned on.

“Quiet, beast!” I heard a woman’s voice call out. “Can I help you?”

“Hello! Sorry to bother you, my pickup is stuck in the mud just down the road. I was wondering if you have a phone I could use. My cell phone doesn’t work out here.”

“Yeah sure, let me grab Roxy before you open that gate.”

She jogged down the steps of her porch and took hold of her dog’s collar. “Go on inside and I will follow right behind you.”

I nodded, feeling bad that I was causing her trouble so late in the evening and upsetting her dog. I walked up the steps and across the porch, noticing some handmade wooden furniture with artfully cut flowers carved into the backs. I entered the door of the house, letting the wooden screen door shut behind me with a clack. I was standing in a kitchen. The room was lit with a warm yellow light. It smelled like a farm house should smell like, with lingering traces of fresh baked bran muffins and the light earthy smell of a very old building. Read more »