We tidied up the verandah, wiped down the table. Still nude we went inside. By mutual unspoken agreement we showered together, tenderly washing then drying each other. Time for bed, separately; not before I received a long warm hug and very long kiss goodnight. I was that tired I didn’t even hear Simone come back home
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Life on the farm went on. Jean rang Simone to see how things were, to say she’d be away a while longer. And phoned me to ask if I was still happy to stay on as a guest, if her girls were looking after me. Jean said she looked forward to our sixty-nine when she returned; so that was not forgotten. I changed my working hours, started at four in the morning and finished around midday, so I could help with chores around the farm. Serena’s attendance at TAFE allowed some flexibility too.
The two girls sexually seemed to work in rotation on me. While I never visited their rooms, one or the other climbed into my bed each night, and mixed up their daytime dalliance with me. While I soon knew who would come gliding through my bedroom door each evening, sex around the farm was at the whim of whichever one I shared the workload. As the weather was warm to hot the swimming hole was a favorite location for both of them. Nudity or near nudity in and around the house was commonplace. Naturally I was very happy with the arrangements; my performance and staying power became extraordinary, and they benefited. I introduced them to as much variety as possible. A couple of incidents are worth relating.
One afternoon I worked in the implement shed a couple of hundred meters behind the house, checking lubricants, starting and running engines, generally tidying up. I wore a pair of shorts and work boots. Through a doorway I saw Serena move the sprinkler on the house lawn. As I kicked over one of the tractors she looked towards the shed. Down the gravel road she walked, her arse swinging wickedly when she saw I was watching her. Happy and friendly as always we chatted about how our respective jobs were going. She hung about as I finished with the tractor.
She followed me as I wandered about the shed looking for the gear I needed to carry out a harmless act of perversion with her. I found an old carpenter’s trestle and placed it on the floor under a roof beam. In the tool room I found a coiled length of rope. I threw the rope up over the beam, so I had two ends of the rope available for my use.
I stood Serena in front of me under the beam. Slowly I undid the buttons on her khaki work shirt. I eased her arms out of the sleeves, pulled the tail out of her skimpy denim shorts, and dropped it on the floor. I looked at her lovely pert pink tipped breasts. Under my gaze her small nipples, surrounded by pink areolae, hardened. She ran her tongue over her lips. I reached forward and undid her shorts. They dropped around her ankles. I gripped the waistband of her tiny panties, pulled them down until they joined her shorts. I bent down and had her step out of her clothing. With one end of the rope I loosely bound her wrists together. I helped her stand on the trestle, legs apart. I pulled on the free end of the rope until her hands were upright over her head. I tied the other end of the rope around a wooden support out in front of her, to enhance her awareness of her bondage.