Elsie, the last and therefore youngest of the Carlson daughters was by no means old, but some might call her an old maid. She never married. The prince that was supposed to come along never did. Her mother, Yvonne Fuller was married at eighteen like most of the women in the county, did worry about her, or more accurately, about herself and what other people thought. Didn’t she and her father give her everything she needed to be successfully matched with a suitable counterpart?
Well, they say never say never for a reason, and that someone is out there for each of us. Shawn Rhodes was perhaps her last chance, and she liked him well enough, but their first real interaction was, you might say, unusual.
Elsie was told that morning that Mr. Rhodes would be paying her a visit later that day. She decided then to go riding and that’s where she met a strange man. He was out in the barn, with his pants around his ankles stroking is cock.
“You don’t have to do that,” Elsie said to him, and he turned around startled, cock still in hand.
“Oh, excuse me, miss,” he said, shaking with mortification.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said again, in case he hadn’t heard her the first time. “I can help you.”
“That’s awfully nice of you to offer,” he said, “when a man makes up his mind about these kind of things there’s no going back. But I should apologize for this, it’s actually quite embarrassing.”
She looked down at his endowment and said, “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
With her gloved right hand, she began to stroke him gently, much to his delight.
“I have no experience with this,” she said, “but it seems intuitive enough.”
“You’re doing well,” he said, his breath quickening.
“Thanks for the encouragement,” she said, “let me know if I’m doing something wrong.”
“Gentle, but with a firm grip,” he instructed.
“Seems to take some practice,” she replied. “Like riding a horse.”
“It does, but when have it down, it comes easily.”
“Does it?” she asked with a smile.
“Does it what?” he moaned.
“Come easily?”
“Kissing helps,” he said, breathing even more deeply.
“It does?” she said. “Forgive me for not knowing about these things.”
She stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a deep kiss, no tongue, but it was still a heated moment for her, the most sensual she ever felt. And she had him to thank.
Why she hadn’t approached a man in this way before was a mystery; certainly she never encountered any man in this kind of predicament.
She told herself she was just being helpful, noble even.
“If you put your mouth around it,” he said, “that would give me pleasure.”
“Would it now?” she said, still stroking his stiff member.
“Yes,” he said, “luckily this hay is very soft, you can kneel before me and not hurt your knees.”
“You want me to kneel before you?” she asked hesitantly.
“Only if you wish to,” he said.
“I’ll try,” she said, “I think I have an idea what to do, but please tell me if I’m doing it right.”
She knelt down in the hay and opened her mouth wide.
“Now, insert it in your mouth,” he said patiently.
“OK.”
She did as he bid her to do and found the experience quite pleasurable, even for her – it felt good to have something like this man’s cock to suck on. Again, she had no experience at all but found it to be immensely pleasing both for herself and for her new friend.
“You don’t have to take it all in at once,” he said in a nurturing way, “sometimes just the tip is pleasurable."
She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock which made him quiver in ecstasy.
"You like that?" she asked him.
"Oh yes," he answered.
She began to bob her head back and forth on his member, pausing occasionally for a much-needed breath. Finally, her efforts proved fruitful. She had no idea what to expect, and therefore she was neither shocked nor surprised when her newfound friend shook with a knee-buckling orgasm.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed as he shot a thick load of cum on the woman's face, "I'm so very sorry!"
She seemed completely unfazed by his explosion, thought it neither undignified nor rude. As she didn't have any experience, she had nothing to compare it to.
"Is that a common thing?" she asked, using her handkerchief to wipe away his love. "Is that what men do when a woman does...well, that?"
"You just...you were very good, incredible in fact."
"You flatter me," she said, "I'm so glad you enjoyed it!"
"You ought to let me repay the favor," he said.
"Well, I was going to go riding, but I'm supposed to meet someone later. A man by the name of Shawn Rhodes. Do you know him? Mr. Rhodes?"
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