The Storm

I had been at the Pryce farm almost five weeks now, and I was starting to feel restless. I'm what I guess you'd call a drifter. When the storm drove me to that old barn, I didn't know how bad it would be. It was one of what the locals call a "twister", and it damn near tore off the barn roof, along with ripping up most of the fence keeping in the livestock.

Mrs Pryce was surprised but not angry when she discovered me the next morning. She just asked my name, and would I help her milk the cows, and then offered me breakfast. She didn't ask many questions, and I liked that. Instead, she told me about herself. Losing her husband to a traffic accident, the insurance and savings keeping the farm afloat, but living alone it was a lot of work. She wasn't complaining or asking for help, but I felt compelled to offer to lend a hand.

Now most of the storm damage was fixed, but on a farm there is always just one more task to do at the end of the day, and another and another. So, I stayed on, bunking in a spare room. The Pryces were childless; they discovered she couldn't after a year, and I was embarrassed when she frankly told me her husband had lost interest in sex soon after that revelation. It was, frankly, quite a waste.

Alice Pryce was I guess about my own age, early thirties, heart shaped face, copper colored hair, tan and athletic from lots of time outdoors, but with breasts that didn't match.... they belonged on a much heavier woman, looking like someone had slipped two cantaloupes into her snug work shirt.

I think she sensed my restless need to move on. One morning at breakfast she asked me to do a few things, saying she had an errand to run in town, and would be away for a few hours. I figured that was a subtle way of giving me a chance to slip out and be gone if I wanted to, without the awkwardness of goodbyes. But, just before she left she gave me a long look and said, "I have something important to give you when I get back. Promise you'll wait" I felt a jolt of guilt and promised.

That evening after dinner, she pulled a dusty old VHS player out of a closet and asked me to help her connect it to the TV. When it was set up, she fetched a bag from the car, and handed me the contents, an old fashioned VHS tape. "I'm pretty sure this will play. I made it for you today, and I'd like you to watch it after I've gone to bed". I'd had enough conversations with Alice by then to know that if she wanted to explain in more detail, she already would have, so I asked no questions. Dishes done and kitchen tided she said a simple "Good night" and mounted the stairs.

I sat in the quiet for a while, apprehensive. I didn't really want to watch that tape, it was just too odd a thing to do, and it couldn't be good news. Something like, "I have cancer, please take over my farm"? I didn't want to know. Eventually with a sigh I turned on the machine and inserted the tape.

At first it was jarring. Clearly a home movie and the camera operator was inexperienced. Eventually it must have been put on a tripod because the image steadied. Alice came into the field of view, and sat on a chair. The room looked unused, old fashioned, but the sunlight coming from a dormer window put her in a very pleasant glow.

"I've borrowed a room and a camera from a friend to do this. She's the sort who doesn't ask questions. I don't have a lot of time. Her kids will be home from school in an hour."

Her voice was quiet and contained an unfamiliar hint of nervousness. She clasped her hands in her lap, plucking occasionally at the tight blue jeans, toying with the bottom button of her practical western shirt, those breasts as usual implausibly trapped on her slender frame.

"First, I want to thank you. We've had an informal arrangement for some time now, and I'd like it to continue. I know you must want to be on your way, and I think you are aware I can't afford to hire you to stay and help work the farm. I don't have money..... but I do have something to offer that you might accept instead." She took a deep shaky breath.

"After my husband stopped having sex with me, I confided in a friend. She was..... sympathetic" I didn't think it was possible for her tan skin to show a blush, but Alice's face flushed scarlet for a moment. "She taught me that there are..... other ways than a man for a woman to get her.... needs taken care of." Alice paused a few moments. "It's been a wonderful outlet, and I'm not ashamed and I don't regret it. It is a secret, and I know I can trust you to keep it. I've told her about you, and she isn't jealous or upset, but the truth is I want more."

Here, Alice stood and the top of her pretty head went outside camera view. She continued speaking, her now shaky fingers unbuttoning her work shirt, gradually revealing a fairly heavy underwire bra

and a swath of smooth creamy skin. I could feel my pulse rising.

Shirt shed, Alice began unbuttoning the tight jeans, then in one swift push, tugged them down to her ankles. A pair of simple practical cotton panties hugged her hips and covered her crotch. When she bent to pull the jeans off each foot, I got a magnificent view of her swaying breasts cradled in her bra.

I realized she must have removed her boots before she began recording. This was all very much planned, not a sudden impulse or joke.

Straightening, she put her hands on her hips and slowly turned in a circle. Clearly she wanted me to see all of her, albeit in her underwear. Facing front again, she sat back down in the simple chair and spoke to the camera. Her look was serious, as if she were talking about how soon the barn roof would need new shingles. Her arms reached behind her and it was clear she was releasing the hooks to that formidable bra.

"I can't pay you with money..... but if you stay and help me work the farm, you can have me." As she finished speaking the bra fell loose and I was stunned at their size and beauty. Heavy, they hung down with beautiful dusky pink nipples, standing up hard and pointing at me.

Her hands massaged them for a moment; clearly getting out of that contraption felt good. I was starting to feel a little trapped myself, in my pants. I was a bit disappointed when she stood again and turned her back to the camera..... until she leaned far over the seat of the chair, reached back with both hands and slowly began to peel those practical panties off her magnificent plump ass. Somewhere my rational brain reflected on her athletic legs and excellent balance, but when her sex was revealed all conscious thought was sidetracked. She had been talking, but I wasn't listening. As she spread her feet apart to widen the view, still bent over, I grabbed for the remote, and rewound the tape a bit.

Rewound, Alice's voice was steady now, and in a familiar pragmatic tone. "I was a virgin when I married, and you know that I can't have children. If you accept this offer, you wouldn't have to ever wear a condom."

Straightening, she turned to face forward again. Her pubic hair was very nicely trimmed and her tight curls were a beautiful copper red. The term "strawberry blonde" wandered through my now lust-addled brain.

She sat again, now naked. "I said I was a virgin, but I was never a prude. My husband was pretty conventional, and I enjoyed it, but that isn't all I'm offering. I want you to stay. You can have me any time you want, but you can also have me any way you want. I'll satisfy you with my mouth and ass as well as my pussy." Here she paused, and one hand drifted between her legs, rubbing a bit.

"I've never had anal sex, but I've had fingers in there, and a tongue. I like it. A lot. It's part of why I want a man again. I want more." She paused and her other hand slid up and began caressing her breasts. She licked her lips.

"My mouth is open to you. I don't know how to deep throat, but if you want that, I will learn. If you want to, you can lay me on my back and fuck my mouth and throat." I could tell by the nervousness in her voice that she either feared, or very much hoped, that I would do that with her.

"I will let you be rough with me. I will do any position. I will let you cum in my mouth and I will swallow every drop. That's the offer, with only a few conditions."

As if trying to sweeten the deal, she remained seated, but spread her legs wide and scooted forward.

"I want to keep my friend, my female lover. She's been good to me, and I want that to continue. Next, I want to keep this quiet. Neighbors probably already figure you and I are fucking, but in public I want things to stay looking normal. You work the farm, and you can have me. All of me. Any time, any way, as often as you want. That's my offer. I'm upstairs now, naked, playing with myself. If you're in the mood, come give me your answer."

She smiled at the camera, rose from the chair, walked out of view, and the recording ended.

I climbed the stairs on shaking legs.