Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

She beckoned him in, biting her lower lip anxiously as he followed after her. From his angle, he could even get a glimpse up her dress skirts, and I wondered if she was still not wearin’ any panties like before.

“Just a convenient lil’ get away for us, under the circumstances,” she said to him, and I noticed her dress was awful low cut. She must’ve done somethin’ to make it even worse than earlier that day, because her breasts were showin’, big round mounds swelled up into cleavage from the red dress.

“So why are you so interested in my travel stories, huh? I figured you had to be very happy here on the farm. After all, it was young Lily that’s the one trying to get away,” he said, already being filled in on that personal tidbit.

I kinda resented being ‘young Lily’. I wasn’t a baby anymore, and I felt a bit hot and angry, but Fiona started talkin’ again and what she said shocked the anger right out of me.

“I’ve been thinkin’ of running off for a while now. You know, really experiencing what the world has to offer. But with you right here, I figured maybe you could just show me.”

I didn’t understand it wholly, but I knew that tone wasn’t to be used in polite conversations.

I saw as Mr. Roberts gaze dropped low, then looked to Fiona and saw her legs were spread, and spreading wider. Her dress hiked up, and from my angle below I could see, she was bein’ downright shameless with how she was showin’ her flower to the newly arrived man!

I mean, we all had fantasies and such, but this fella had only just arrived, and there was my older sister showin’ him her privates so shamelessly!

“Looks like you’ve got a lot to show me too, Fiona,” he said, his voice deeper and huskier than usual as he stared between her legs, making my sister grin and bite down upon her lower lip. “You’re as pretty beneath your dress as you are outside it,” he said.

I thought it might not go no further than that, but then Mr. Roberts reached out, his long fingers extending to touch along her inner thighs, stroking the backs of his digits along her smooth skin. He traced along her, enjoying the feel of her skin quite obviously.

It sent a shiver down my spine, truth be told. My breath held, and it wasn’t that I was scared they’d find me. They were both too distracted for that.

But I just couldn’t find my breathing. It was weird, but I could almost feel it myself, that light tracing of fingers along my sensitive flesh. But that didn’t stop how wrong my sister was. I wondered if I should stop her, tell her she better get back into the house to apologize to Rose straight away.

But instead I just waited for what would happen next.

“I’m glad ya think so, sir,” Fiona said, just lettin’ him touch on her! His fingers tracin’ in closer and closer to her cunny. He weren’t just lookin’ at her most private of privates now, he was touchin’ ‘em! His fingers grazin’ along the edges of her puffy, reddened lips, so swole up.

I’ve seen my own get like that on rare occasion, only when I awoke from a rather… naughty dream. And it looked like my older sis was havin’ a doozy by the looks of how red and glossy it was.

“I’ve been around the world, visited a lot of countries,” Mr. Roberts said, studying Fiona’s little flower, brushing his thumb against those folds, makin’ her shiver and whimper. “But there’s more beauty to be found on this simple farm than I’ve found in all my journeys.”

Again I felt that weird little pang, wishin’ that he could’ve said that to me. But instead I was just young Lily, nothing like my overconfident sister and her way with him. She wasn’t embarrassed or shy, not at all. I’d never seen her be so up front to someone, not ever.

“You mean that?” Fiona said, brushin’ back some of her hair from her face, and I could see she had a touch of blush to her cheeks. She wasn’t as brazen as I’d given her credit for, although… only by a bit.

She had the nerve to show off her lady bits to the man, but she still felt at least a lil’ embarrassment over it.

Mr. Roberts didn’t answer her right away though, and I thought for a moment he’d confess to not meanin’ it. Instead, he brought his free hand up, stroked two fingers along the mound of her bulging breast, then curled them into the cup of her dress. He helped himself to tugging down her dress, exposing her right breast — which was so much bigger than my own! I felt jealous. Then he was stroking about her pinkened areolas, and stiffened nipple.

“It’s confirmed,” he said with a confident smile, so smooth and undaunted by it all. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I was breathing heavier, though I was trying to keep still. It was uncomfortable, cramped like I was, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued on the two of them, on how they were touchin’ each other.

Fiona let out the sound like she did when eating the cake, this low moan, and she pushed her breast into his hand, her legs spreading even wider.

Mr. Roberts leaned in to her closer, his hand workin’ at her lil’ cunny in such a curiously precise fashion, makin’ lil’ circles near the top, makin’ my older sister moan and whimper some more. While his other hand squeezed at her breast, sank into that fleshy mound and toyed with her sensitive nipple, makin’ her flinch now and then.

“Have you ever been with a man before, Fiona?” he asked her, and I almost answered ‘no’ for her. None of us had!

“Yeah,” she said, and my eyes went wide! I had no idea!

But my older sister stared into his eyes, lost in the moment, breathin’ heavily as her chest heaved.

“He was older’n me,” she continued. “He passes through now and then to sell things to the local shop.”

I immediately knew who she meant. Mr. Erics. The travellin’ salesman! He worked for some company or another, and he pitched products to Herbert family for their local store. I couldn’t believe it! Fiona and Mr. Erics?

“How far did you go?” Mr. Roberts asked, continuing to work at her body.