English Country Fucking On The Farm
Ahead of me the countryside stretched out in a patchwork of greens and browns, with bright yellow wildflowers and babbling streams. The sun was setting and the sky was a blaze of colours. I had been on my own for a few weeks and I was feeling lonely and horny. So I decided to take a break from the city and head out to the countryside to find some English country fucking on the farm.
I arrived at the farm just as the sun was setting. As I drove down the dirt track, I noticed the well-kept fields and the smell of fresh hay in the air. I parked my car and stepped out into the evening air. The birds were chirping and the sheep were bleating in the distance. I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity wash over me as I strolled around the grounds.
I soon spotted a man working in one of the fields. He was shirtless, his muscular torso glistening with sweat in the fading light. I couldn’t resist the urge to go and introduce myself. As I walked over to him, I noticed that he had stopped his task and was looking at me with a smile on his face. I stopped for a moment, my heart racing, and then I introduced myself.
He told me his name was Tom and that he was the owner of the farm. We talked for a while and I soon discovered that he was single, but had been married before. We flirted and I felt a spark between us, but I was too shy to do anything else. Eventually the sun set and Tom invited me into his house.
Once inside, I was amazed at how comfortable and homely the house was. Tom showed me around and I soon felt right at home. We went into the living room and he lit a fire as we talked. It wasn’t long before our conversation turned to sex. Tom began to tell me about his failed marriage and how his ex-wife had never been able to satisfy him in the bedroom. He said that he had been looking for someone to really please him, and he could see in my eyes that I was the one.
It didn’t take long for us to start making out. Soon we were on the floor, our clothes scattered everywhere as we explored each other’s bodies. Tom kissed my neck and my breasts before moving lower. His tongue ran over my body and I shuddered in pleasure. I wanted more and I could feel my desire rising.
Tom lifted me up and carried me to his bed. He laid me on the bed and I felt his weight on top of me. He entered me slowly, savouring every moment. We moved together and soon I was screaming out with pleasure. He kissed me hard and his thrusts grew more and more intense. I could feel my orgasm building as we rocked against each other.
Finally, I felt my orgasm rush through me as my body quivered in pleasure. Tom followed shortly afterwards and we lay there afterwards in a blissful afterglow. We talked and laughed until the early hours of the morning.
The next day, I returned to the city, but I never forgot the night we spent together on the farm. I will always remember the feeling of English country fucking and the pleasure that it brought me.
