Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Now come on, I still gotta get some work done today,” he remarked with a wink and leaned in. For a moment I thought he was gonna kiss me, but instead he picked up his bag and offered it to me. “Mind runnin’ it inside for me? I wanna get right to work.”

My breath was stolen and harder to get back as I scrambled to take his bag, still stunned and a little confused. I coulda sworn he was gonna kiss me and I’d be able to feel those full lips against mine. I licked along my lower lip at the thought, and it tingled against my tongue.

“Oh, sure, yea...” I mumbled stupidly as I backed away, my face warm with embarrassment.

“Hold on a second,” he said, and he reached down, pullin’ that big shirt up off himself, and liftin’ his tshirt beneath up, exposin’ his bare abs again as he disrobed. He tucked the long sleeve into the bag then adjusted his still remaining tshirt, smilin’ at me.

“Thanks hun. You’re a doll,” he said.

“Sure,” I said, though I won’t deny that those words made me feel a lot lighter on my feet. It was nice to dote on a man. Feel a bit like a lady for a change instead of just a farmer and caretaker.

And I was lovin’ the little buzz in my mind, the excitement I had in me since he’d come to town. I knew it ain’t been long, but still, can’t change how excitin’ it felt.

We spent the first few days together workin’ like a lovely team. I cooked for him, did the laundry, and aside from havin’ to teach him a few things about farm work, he handled all of that there was that needed doin’.

One day I came out for lunch as a surprise, picnic basket in tow as I greeted him in the fields.

“What’s all that?” he asked, lookin’ me over with a surprised smile. It was a scorcher outside, so he was already bare chested and glistenin’ in the sun.

“Lunch,” I said with a smile. “Hope you’ve worked up an appetite,” I said with a grin as I motioned towards one of the cleared areas towards the side of the farm.

“And there’s more water than y’know what to do with, I promise.”

Asher chuckled and made his way on over with me, slingin’ his shirt over his shoulder as I laid out the blanket for the picnic.

“Well ya didn’t have to bring the food to me, I’m a travellin’ man,” he said with a playful grin on his face as we settled in. “But thank you all the same, miss Shelby. You’re a right lady,” he declared, foldin’ his legs up beneath him.

I smiled as I opened the basket, handing him one of the packed sandwiches. It had more meat on it than a leg of lamb, and I was pleased with myself. I made up this new sauce, just for him. He’d mentioned he liked things a little spicy and flavourful, after all.

“Hope you like it.”

He took the sandwich and smiled, “Thank you ma’am,” he said, catchin’ on to the way thi

ngs were done it seemed. Though nothin’ diminished his appetite, of course.

Of course, I had ulterior motives to settin’ up a picnic. The summer sun dance was that night, and for once I thought I might like to go. Accompanied.

Though I didn’t have the nerve to ask him just then.

“There’s carrots in there as well if you want some crunch, too.” I took my own sandwich, much thinner than his, and took a small bite. I was a bit more aware of myself around him.

He nodded appreciatively and smiled widely, though the real treat of the meal was gettin’ to watch him up close, bare chested and hard bodied, the sun havin’ only enhanced his tan since he got on my farm.

“Y’know, I was thinking…” he started, lookin’ around the area. “That old abandoned storehouse of yours is in pretty good shape. It’s just the roof that needs repairs, and I’ve got carpentry skills to spare. I could fix that up for you, with some lumber and supplies.”

“Yea?”

I was stunned. I mean, I hadn’t even thought about gettin’ that place fixed up, it was too big of an undertakin’ for me. And it’d cost an arm and a leg to hire folk to come fix it for me. Even with him there, I didn’t think it’d ever get fixed.

“That’d be amazin’. I mean, would lead to there bein’ a lot less rubbish around, at least.”

Asher’s smile lit up his face and it was hard to believe he was the tattooed ruffian he appeared to be.

“I’ll get right on that then, soon as we get the materials together,” he said, lifting his sandwich and taking another big bite as he flashed me a wink.

Maybe it was the farm livin’ that was turnin’ him into such a warm, carefree spirit. Or maybe he was never the hard case he appeared to be. How could I say?

Whatever it was, I was fallin’ hard and fast, and the fact that he hadn’t made a move only made me like him a little bit more. He was bein’ respectful, the type of guy that I knew my parents woulda been proud for me to have.