My Little Farm Girl

The strains of something soft and bluesy piped through the hidden speakers as I turned back to find her lying on the table stiff as a board.

“Lie on your stomach first Kitten. I want to work those knots out of your shoulders.” I had to take deep breaths before I begun. I could see the sides of her breasts as the pressed into the table beneath her.

Her skin still carried a slight tan no doubt from days spent out in the fields back home. She was smooth and without blemish except for a mole at the nape of her neck. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I talked to her soothingly as I warmed up some oil in the palms of my hands before spreading it over her upper back, working my fingers into the muscles, digging deep before smoothing it out.

She was soon purring like the Kitten I’d named her for as I worked my way down her body, being sure to keep the contact non sexual. Lowering the towel, I worked on her back and lower back to the top of her ass.

I kept the conversation general to keep her mind off the fact that I was now kneading the flesh of her ass. She tensed for the first few seconds but soon relaxed when she realized I wasn’t about to maul her.

I didn’t stay too long on her ass though I wanted to, but instead worked my way down her thighs to her feet. I took my time moving slowly, enjoying every second that I had her under my hands.

“Roll over baby; so you’re having fun? The photographer isn’t being a prick?” She flipped over effortlessly caught up in the conversation we were having.

“No, Jean-Paul is very nice. I think he and the assistant are a couple.” She blushed when she said it.

“Oh? Why do you say that?” I started at her shoulders again, standing over her head as I worked her. My cock had been hard for the last half hour and was straining against the soft material of my pants.

“I don’t know. It’s just the way they act around each other I guess. Or the way they look at each other when they think no one else is looking.”

I worked her arms, adjusting the arms of the table so that they were above her head, stretching her out. I couldn’t resist lowering my head and kissing her lips softly. She returned the kiss shyly at first before I licked her lips and eased the tip of my tongue past them.

When she was getting into it, I pulled back and carried on with the massage. My fingers were now at her breasts; I used just the tips to play along the sides and beneath, not touching her nipples. Her breath got choppy and her words lagged as she watched my hands.

“I’m going to use a special balm now Kitten. It might make your skin very sensitive, don’t worry about it, okay.” She nodded her head as I dipped my fingers into the pot of cream rubbing it between the fingers of both hands before rubbing it into her nipples, pulling and plucking them.

Her body shifted and she pushed up into my hands as I fondled her tits, rubbing the cream into her flesh. When she was good and hot, I moved on, keeping her well primed but not giving her any more for now.

I moved onto her waist and was pleased to see the look of disappointment that crossed her face in the mirror across from us. I worked my way back up after five minutes and once again teased around her tits leaving her nipples straining for my attention.

Moving around her body, I started at the bottom of her feet where I had learned the night before she was very sensitive. Pressing my thumb into the arch of her foot, I lifted it into the air, dislodging the towel a bit.

I kept my eyes on hers as we talked even as my heart raced at what was to come. The fact that she had no idea what I had planned added to my excitement. Dipping my fingers into the cream again, I nonchalantly rubbed it into her pussy lips, then slid my finger into her up to the first knuckle rubbing some of the cream inside her wet pussy before moving on.

I don’t think she even noticed that the towel was long gone and her body was opened for my eyes to feast. Her wild bush of pussy hair glistened as I moved back to her thighs. She was biting into that lip pretty hard at this point and her body couldn’t seem to stay still.

I worked the muscles in her thigh, digging in deep before easing the pressure, then moving onto the other one. I opened the legs at the bottom of the table spreading her open.

Her whole body went red but she didn’t protest. I kneaded the flesh of her upper thighs, paying special attention to the creases where her thighs met her pussy.

Her scent reached my nose seconds before I saw the pebbles of moisture gathering at her cunt hole. “I’m going to shave you tonight but in the future, I want you to make sure you’re always kept shaved. That’s one of the rules in your contract did you see it?”