Farmer's Widow Revival Pt. 03

One thing kept bothering them though. It was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.

Arnold would leave the farm at the end of September to resume his courses at the agricultural university.

They dreaded to talk about it.

Until one day in August Helga took the initiative.

"Harold, we need to talk, you know about what, don't you," she said over diner.

He nodded.

"What are we going to do? I have become accustomed to your presence, I am going to miss you terribly."

Harold had dreaded this moment as he had already thought long and hard about a solution and so far, had not found one.

Helga was the woman who really made a man out of him. To him she was 'the Woman'.

"I will think about it," was all she said.

It was Helga who came up with a proposition that ultimately proved to be the solution to their problem.

From her days as wife of a farmer, she still knew a number of farmers in the region.

One particular farmer had developed his dairy farm into a multi-million dollar business through modernization and increase in scale. His farm was a quarter of an hour's drive from Helga's place.

In the past, when Helga was still single, he had had a crush on her. He was a friend of her late husband.

Helga happened to hear from her farmhands that he was looking for a manager for his farm, as he wished to retire early and go and live on the coast.

"Why not?" she thought, and she rang him.

Derek seemed very pleased to receive a call from Helga, and he invited her to his farm for drinks and a meal.

That is why Helga parked her pickup truck in the huge yard of Derek's ultra-modern farm on a late August summer afternoon. She wore a light summer dress that accentuated her curvy body.

Derek came out to welcome her. "What a surprise to see you Helga," he said, "we seem to have lost contact after the decease of Alan." (Alan was the name of Helga's late husband.)

"Yes, but I have not forgotten you, as you can see," she said with her most enticing smile, and her clever reply seemed to please Derek.

"I have not forgotten you either, Helga, what man could forget you?" he replied with a broad smile, "come in, let's talk a bit about the old days."

Derek was a sturdy, handsome man, not unpleasant and of the same age as Helga.

She remembered that she had slept with him in her wild years, but then she had slept with many boys...

She had always liked Derek and, who knows, if she had not met Alan...

They sat down in a lounge for drinks, and they told each other briefly what had happened to them since they had last seen each other.

"Rose left me, it's now five years ago, for a much younger guy," he said, "a 25-year-old, could be her son. Can you imagine?"

Helga simulated slight dismay. What could she say?

After drinks and dinner, Helga and Derek sat down at the edge of the pool with a glass of wine and he said, "now tell me what has made you come and see me. It can't be my irresistibility!

Helga looked him straight into the eyes and she replied, "I heard you are looking for a manager to run your farm, so that you can go and live the good life."

Derek marvelled at Helga's frankness. Such a refreshing difference with the behaviour of most business men he had to deal with.

"Yes, that is so, do you perhaps know a suitable candidate?"

"How did you guess?" she replied with a broad smile, "I have a young distant cousin who is currently in his third year in agricultural university and who will graduate next year. He's a pleasant fellow, son of farmers, with the right capabilities and skills for a successful career in modern farming."

"How do you know?" Derek asked.

"Well, he is currently doing an internship on my farm, since the beginning of July, so I have had plenty of opportunities to talk with him."

Derek took a sip of his coffee and looked in the distance.

"Rose and I, we have no children, so the prospective manager I am going to employ might eventually take over the business. You understand that I am therefore extra critical in judging candidates.

I have seen a number of candidates already, but so far none of them are to my liking. They are lacking practical skills, which I still consider essential in this branch.

If only he knew about certain excellent practical skills of Arnold, Helga thought and suppressed her smile.

"Well, that is exactly one of his strong points," she said, "he is for instance familiar with the latest techniques for computerizing a dairy farm, but he is still able to milk a cow by hand."

Derek reflected for a moment, then said, "his qualifications seem all right, and the timing of his graduation would be perfect for taking up the job, so why don't you send him along for a day. I am happy to receive him and spend some time with him to see whether he is the right candidate."

She gave him a genuine smile. "Super! Thanks, I will arrange it with him. Just tell me your availabilities"

"Next week will be a quiet one, it's holiday period, so I should be able to fit him in. I will send you a mail tomorrow with possible dates."

When Helga left, he accompanied her to her truck.

"Take care... you're still beautiful," he said through the open window just before she pulled away.

That same night Helga told to Arnold what she had done and why.

He at once concurred with her. He had read about Derek's farming business, as it served already as a good example of how dairy farming could be made future-proof.

She told him about Derek and how she thought he should be best approached.

Arnold listened attentively and said he would prepare for the interview with Derek.

On the next day, at 8 a. m. Helga received Derek's e-mail with possible dates. She discussed it briefly with Arnold and they chose a date later that week.

Derek accepted her proposal for a date for Arnold's interview immediately when Helga rang him.

"Send him along, I will be waiting for him in my office at ten," he said.

And so it was that Arnold drove in Helga's truck to Derek's farm on the agreed day.

From the moment he presented himself Derek took a liking to the young man.

Arnold must have said all the right things and must have made a very good impression, because when he left Derek told him, "You'll definitely hear from me tomorrow young man. Thanks very much for your interest and your visit. Much appreciated!"

They shook hands firmly.

Once back at Helga's farm, Arnold reported his experiences in detail to Helga and said that he felt very good about the function that Derek offered. That he was sure that he could meet the requirements.

And that Derek seemed very positive about his candidature.

Indeed, that same evening Derek rang Helga.

"Are you alone?" he asked," if not go to a quiet spot, I want to talk to you in private."

"Ok, no problem, just a moment."

Helga went outside and once she was in the yard she said go ahead Derek!"

"I will take him on," he said, "on one condition."

"And that is?" she asked.

Derek remained silent for a few moments. "First promise me that you won't be angry with me. Don't tell me that I'm a bastard."

It took Helga by surprise. "Of course not, why should I become angry with you?"

"Well, wait until you hear what I'm going to say. Perhaps I am a bastard I don't know. First promise me!" he insisted.

"I promise," Helga replied, "now tell me what your condition is."

Again, there was a silence on the other side of the line.

"One night with you."

This time it was Helga's turn to remain silent for a while.

"I beg your pardon, what did you say?"

"One night with you."

Silence. Helga was for once completely bewildered and did not know how to react, what to say.

"Hello, are you still there," Derek's voice said.

Helga gathered her thoughts and realized that she had to say something.

"Yes Derek, I am still here."

"Are you angry with me?" he asked, "tell me please Helga!"

"No, I am not angry with you Derek." She hesitated and then said, "I need to think. I will call you in an hour."

"I fully understand Helga. Promise you call me?" he said

"Promise!"

"Oh, and Helga!"

"Yes Derek?"

"From the way young Arnold is talking about you, I have somehow the impression that you have more than a professional interest in him.

He adores you, that is obvious.

Mind you, I understand, I would, if I were in his place.

And I can understand you too, he's a handsome young stud! And you are a smashingly sexy widow!"

Derek did not mince his words.

"Rest assured: he will of course never ever know about our little getaway from my side."

So... even more reason why you should consider my proposition."

Helga did not know what to say and disconnected.

It took some time for Helga to let it sink in what Derek had just proposed: in return for offering Arnold the job he wanted to sleep with her... fuck her...

Widely differing thoughts raced through her mind.

Strange enough, she felt a certain pride that he asked such a thing. It showed that she was still attractive to men! She even felt slightly aroused.

But she was not for sale; she was not a whore!

Come on, had she not slept with him in the past already? OK, that was in her wild years, before she had a fixed partner. She loved to be fucked. The harder the better!

She definitely had to secure this job for Arnold though! If not, she risked losing him, not see him again?

God knows where he would go. Perhaps abroad.

But did she act like a whore, by sleeping with Derek once, she wondered. Come on, she had slept with so many men in her life! She had enjoyed it. Sex was to her, apart from a physical treat, a nice way of connecting with men. She had never felt like a whore...

Helga rang Derek within the hour.

She could almost hear his keen expectation on the other side of the line.

"Ok Derek," she said, "one night."

"First offer Arnold the job and then tell me where and when and I shall be yours for one night."

There was a short silence before he replied, "Love you, Helga. I promise it will be nice, we're going to have a good time, trust me. Thank you so much.

Send Arnold over tomorrow and I'll fix his contract. Then we'll take it from there, ok?"

"Ok," she replied, "I will."

Oh, and Derek,"

"Yes Helga?"

"You are a bastard, but a sweet bastard," Helga said and hang up.

She imagined how he was smiling on the other side.

This time she felt more aroused.

She was also proud of her still considerable female powers.

Arnold went to see Derek a number of times after that, to talk about all the ins and outs of the job.

He still had to finish his studies of course but Derek was glad to offer him a contract for the time being without pay until the day he would come to work full time.

They even agreed that he would spend already a few weeks on the farm during his last year when he did not need to be at the university for lab work or exams. He could then stay somewhere in the vicinity of the farm from where he could commute.

"The place where you are now, at Helga's, seems good to me," Derek had proposed. "If she agrees, that is. You can live there independently."

It could not be denied that Derek was quite magnanimous!

Helga and Arnold were over the moon with the arrangements.

Arnold's departure in September did therefore not in any way mean an end to their relationship.

They also agreed that he would come to Helga's farm during his Christmas break.

On the day of his departure, after their "early morning fuck", as Helga called it, she sat on the edge of the bed and ordered him to stand before here.

She looked at his muscular body and his still semi erect penis and nodded approvingly.

"You've become quite an impressive male Harold, quite a difference from the day I first saw you."

He smiled adoringly. "Thanks to you Helga, the only explanation."

He knelt before her, flung his arms around her legs and laid his head upon her soft upper legs.

She stroked his hair.

"My young stud. Now I can continue to work on you in the future," she said softly.

"Thank God," he whispered, "without you I would have stayed a boy."

Helga took him to the bus stop in her pickup truck and waved goodbye to him.

She cried when she drove home, but the knowledge that he would be back soon cheered her up.

Now she had to think about the coming date with Derek... and that was a welcome distraction!

(to be continued)