Farmer's Widow Revival Pt. 01

It was a hot day.

It was hotter still on the tractor that Arnold was driving. His tasks for the afternoon were: carrying hay to the meadows and spreading it for the cattle and filling the water troughs. The prolonged drought had made the grass scarce.

He was wearing only tiny shorts and stout shoes to protect his feet. On his head a straw hat.

The farm was located in the rolling foothills of a mountain range.

The owner of the farm received grants from the ministry of agriculture to experiment with biological, sustainable farming on medium sized mixed farms.

The farm, one of a number of similar farms, grew particular crops and raised specific livestock: cattle of an old, revitalized race.

The overall research aim on these farms was to investigate what crops and what breeds of livestock were best suited to preserve local farming under the climate change in the region.

The biological element was an important feature in trying to obtain sustainability.

The combination of crops and livestock was selected to increase the degree of self-supporting and make optimum use of the available land and water resources.

There were periodic evaluations of the results by researchers from the state agricultural university, on behalf of the sponsoring ministry.

Helga, the owner was a farmer's widow.

After the death of her husband, she had sold the large farm she and her husband had managed, and from the revenues she had bought her current, smaller farm.

She had no children and wished to live a simpler life, closer to nature and in the region where she came from.

Because of the good price she had obtained for her large farm, she could afford to run this farm even at a loss if circumstances so dictated.

Biological and sustainable farming appealed to her, as a nature lover, and this predilection of hers and her farming experience were reasons why her farm was selected for the experiments.

In her youth Helga had been selected in a regional TV competition as "most beautiful farmers' daughter" and at 52 she still was quite attractive.

She was a heavy build, but in the right places; she had a voluptuous body shape.

Her luscious hair was usually twisted into a braid. She did not bother to apply make-up on her still fresh and youthful face.

She was used to hard work on the farm; she rose at 6 a. m. and went to sleep by 10 p. m.

Apart from the cattle, a herd of 50 animals there were seven goats and chicken and ducks on the farm.

Three cats roamed the yards and barns, in search of mice and rats.

Helga also had a horse, a seven year old bay mare. She rode it regularly, mostly during the weekends. It shared the stables and meadows with two old, retired horses that were accommodated by Helga at a fee from their owners in town.

Her border collie Bess was often at her side.

Besides herself, there were two farm hands working on the farm. Married local men from the nearby village, who returned to their homes each day after work.

A local woman came to the farm twice a week to do the house cleaning and the laundry and to help with some smaller chores on the farm.

Arnold was a newcomer and was to stay on the farm only temporary. He was housed in a small outbuilding that always had served as temporary accommodation for seasonal labourers; it had all the necessary facilities to live independently.

Arnold was a twenty year old student at the agricultural university that oversaw the sustainability projects at Helga's farm.

His curriculum required three months practical work on a real farm.

That is how he found himself one day at Helga's farm.

He arrived by bus on the only rainy day in July in the little village nearest to the farm.

The bus ran only twice a day, and he got off at the windy shelter that served as a bus stop. So, by the time Helga picked him up with her truck, he was wet through.

"I'm sorry Madam," was the first thing he said when Helga opened the side window.

"Not your fault, quick! get in!" she said with a broad smile. When Arnold had opened the passenger door, she took over his rucksack and threw it in the back of the truck. Then she reached out to help Arnold board.

He was surprised by her strength.

"It'll dry, don't worry," she said, when Arnold moved uneasily in his wet clothes on the passenger seat. "First dry yourself when we get home.

By the way, I'm Helga." She mustered him with her large brown eyes.

"Pleased to meet you Madam, I am Arnold," he replied.

"Don't call me madam please, that makes me feel old. Call me Helga!"

"Yes Madam... eh, Helga I mean!" Arnold answered and that made them both laugh.

They started to talk about Arnold's journey, his studies, his plans for the future and Helga told him already a bit about the farm.

During the twenty minutes ride to the farm Arnold could not help looking at Helga regularly, from the corners of his eyes. He wondered what her age was.

His experience with women was so far predominately with fellow students of his own age, but he had various dates with older women, via dating sites.

He experienced a growing preference for the company of women older than himself and even mature women. One of his dates was 56.

Arnold experienced the sex he had with them as much less hurried and less stressed than with the young women of his age.

The things they talked about seemed much more relevant for real life and more about quality than quantity. He valued the experience and the maturity of older women. Not to forget their patience with a relatively inexperienced lover.

Helga twice caught him watching her when she turned her head. She smiled, she had been used to admiring glances from men, but there were very few around nowadays in her current life at the small farm.

"He's not bad this young guy... quite a hunk," she thought, "had I been 30 years younger..."

She parked her pick-up truck in the yard and jumped out to open the door to her house. From the doorway she waved to Arnold that he could follow. Arnold grabbed his rucksack and made for the door.

"Over here," she said, "here is the bathroom, take your wet clothes off, I'll be with you with a towel in a sec."

Arnold looked at the sober and spartan interior and facilities in the bathroom. It was devoid of any luxury.

On a chair lay clothes: a pair of jeans, a lumberjack shirt, and a black slip and bra hung from the backrest. "at least an F-size cup," he thought and felt slightly embarrassed.

He had taken of his wet clothes when she knocked on the door, opened it a little bit and threw in a towel.

"Here you are, dry yourself! Give me your wet clothes and I'll put them in the dryer." she shouted.

Arnold changed into dry clothes from his rucksack.

He left the bathroom with the wet clothes in his hands and bumped into Helga.

"Oh, there you are, follow me,' she said, "give me your clothes."

They entered a huge kitchen room that also had a washing machine and a dryer. Helga dumped Arnold's clothes in the dryer and switched it on.

"Now, are you hungry? Thirsty? What can I offer you? Sit down." And she pointed at the large table in the centre.

Arnold asked for coffee.

Helga fried bacon and egg, and she sat down at the table, opposite him.

She smiled when she watched him devouring the food.

"You were hungry, no?" she said. Arnold nodded.

Helga took him on a tour of the farm and showed him what the routine chores were, and she asked him what his capabilities were.

She introduced him to the two farmhands, sturdy local men, from the nearby village.

Arnold had grown up on the farm of his parents, so he was familiar with most activities on the farm. From feeding the cattle to riding a tractor. He told Helga so and she soon noticed it from his expert comments and questions, and she was visibly pleased.

"Thank God, no need to endlessly explain and demonstrate things, as I had to do for the previous student," she declared.

She showed Arnold his accommodation and facilities in the outbuilding. It had a shower, a kitchenette and a small lounge/bedroom combination. It had no TV, but sufficiently strong wireless signal from the modem in the main house.

"When you need me, my door is always open," Helga told him.

"You may share the hot meals with me if you like, if you do not feel like cooking yourself. In that case, I will do the cooking, and you lay the table and clean up afterwards."

"That's a deal," Arnold said, "just let me know at what time you wish to eat."

"Around seven-thirty. Except if there is something unexpected and we need to finish work first.

I suggest that we have breakfast each in our own kitchen, where we can also prepare our own lunch to eat together with the other boys and/or the housekeeper. They bring their own lunch.

We usually eat lunch in my kitchen, sheltered from the sun and rain.

Is that ok for you?"

Arnold said that that suited him fine.

So, this is how Arnold found himself on the tractor going out to feed the cattle.

He had been on the farm for over two weeks and his contribution to the daily chores worked out fine. He liked the hard work on the farm.

He got along very well with the two farmhands, Jake and Kevin, and with the cleaner, Rose, a woman in her forties.

Helga looked after him a bit like a mother. She made sure that he ate well and that he had his cloths washed regularly. She inquired whether he slept well and whether he had everything he needed. She did the grocery shopping for both, Arnold just gave her his small list and paid for his lot.

During the day Arnold had lots of opportunities to watch Helga working.

The work in the fields often required bending over and that allowed him to see her light summer shorts being severely stretched by her impressive, firm buttocks.

He often admired her shapely, sturdy legs and he simply could not keep his eyes off her when she rode the tractor, and her heavy breasts were bouncing up and down.

He loved to see her cleaning the teats of the cows, before and after milking and applying the milking cups.

He loved to help her milk the goats, still by hand.

At night, in his bed, Arnold could not help but fantasizing about Helga. He imagined her begging him to take her, to fuck her. She, the impressive, seemingly impregnable mature woman.

It made him feel a man, but only in his imagination.

Alas! He had no other means to release his tensions than masturbation.

The mornings after he had to smile about his naïve dreaming, but he knew that he really wanted Helga.

By the same token he now knew for certain that his preference for older women had taken over in him. Not once did he think about girls or young women.

Helga furtively watched Arnold too.

It was July, so Arnold often just wore shorts and working shoes.

He had an impressive broad chest and a well-shaped, muscular body. His face was still boyish but began to assume manly traits with square cheeks.

When Helga looked at Arnold, she often thought of her late husband.

She had met him when he had Arnold's age, and he was of similar build. They had married after a short courtship and from then on, they made love at least three times per day. Literally everywhere, where they could find a moment of privacy. From their bedroom to the hayloft.

It was vigorous love making... bed shaking!

After his untimely death she was left behind with her strong libido.

Since then, it had diminished somewhat but not much!

There were plenty of men who would have loved to take the place of her husband. But Helga did not fancy any of them and in her current situation, on her isolated farm, she had no opportunities to meet potential partners.

In her bed at night, she fantasized about virile men who were capable of taking her five times per day.

Her orgasms she obtained by masturbation with the help of vibrators and dildos, of which she had a large collection.

They released her physical tensions but did not take away her craving for a real man to fuck her. To mount her and fuck her hard!

She regularly caught Arnold looking at her and that not only made her feel proud, but it aroused her.

She noticed the unmistaken admiration and desire in the eyes of the young man.

Helga was sure to have noticed several times how he tried to conceal an erection when he watched her.

Arnold in turn had noticed the dreamy looks and enticing smiling of Helga whenever she watched him.

It was waiting for the right opportunity to lead to a breakthrough...

This opportunity came sooner than both Helga and Arnold expected!

(to be continued)