Crystal came out of the tack room and headed across the barn toward the watering trough just outside the main door. Her damp shirt was unbuttoned and she flapped it open and closed to circulate some cool air. It had to be one hundred in the barn and hotter than that in the tack room and it wasn't even noon yet. She was sweating her ass off.

At the door of the barn, she whipped the shirt off and hung it on a nail. Her breasts were slippery with sweat as she ran her hands over them. She glanced over at the bunkhouse and then down toward the main house. There was no one here at the main compound but her today. Her parents and brother had left early for the weekly trip to town. Curly, the foreman was out checking the windmills and waterhole's.

With a grin, she wiggled out of her cutoff jeans and hung them on another nail. Her ass was as slippery as her breasts, especially between the cheeks. Her fingers explored deeper until one of them bushed her anus. Her hips gave a little jerk and she took a hissing breath. She loved how sensitive her asshole was. It always gave her a thrill when she played with it. Out here in the open, even more so.

She teased her asshole with one finger while the other hand came around to caress her slick hairless mound and then down across her puffy outer lips. She took a half step to the side and shivered as her fingertip found her clit. Being naked here in the compound always made her hornier than normal. The heat seemed to add to it.

Her hips rocked back and forth several times before she moved her hands away from her sex and ass. An orgasm now would be nice but.... Crystal sighed as she turned toward the old wooden horse trough. It was six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. When she was little, she actually learned the basics of swimming in it.

There was a two by six nailed across one corner. She had used it way back when for a diving platform. Now she sat down on it with her back toward the water. Her legs were spread wide by the corner. She grinned Read Full