Forgotten Farm, Burning Desire

The transfer was brutal, ripping Ron from his familiar life and thrusting him into a new city, a new job, and the daunting task of finding a suitable home. But the hardest part, the one that lingered in his memory like a bittersweet ache, was the deserted farm. It had been their sanctuary, a place where stolen kisses and whispered promises echoed through the tall grass and beneath the starry expanse. Now, it was just a distant memory, a faded photograph in the album of their shared past. Anne, sensing his melancholy, suggested one last visit, a final embrace of their shared history before they moved on.

As Ron arrived at the airport, a wave of relief washed over him as he spotted Anne standing in the terminal, her face radiant with anticipation. A passionate hug followed, a fierce kiss sealing their decision to return to the farm. The drive was filled with comfortable silence, the anticipation building with every mile. The old dirt road leading to the farm felt longer, the journey somehow more poignant than before. As they pulled up, the familiar scent of hay and damp earth filled the air, instantly transporting them back to those carefree days.

Another passionate kiss greeted him as he stepped out of the car, followed by a warm embrace. Ron felt the familiar surge of desire, a primal instinct awakened by the sight of Anne, her body radiating an alluring heat. He removed his shirt, letting the sun warm his skin, a silent acknowledgment of the raw emotions simmering beneath the surface. Anne, in turn, eagerly assisted him, unpacking their picnic basket with a playful energy. The remnants of their previous visit were scattered around the table, a tangible reminder of their shared joy.

“It’s time,” Anne whispered, her voice laced with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Let’s make this last moment truly unforgettable.” A knowing smile played on her lips as she turned to the car, retrieving her phone and setting it to play “The Stripper,” a classic from the 1960s that always stirred something primal within them. As the music filled the air, Anne began to sway, her movements deliberately suggestive, drawing Ron’s gaze and igniting his passions.

Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra, the fabric clinging to her curves. Then, with a confident motion, she unzipped her jean shorts, letting her legs fall freely, her panties sliding down to reveal her pale, smooth skin. The tight-fitting shorts exposed a generous expanse of her feminine hair, and the slight shift in their position revealed the tantalizing glimpse of her delicate panties, hinting at what was to come. Ron watched, mesmerized, his breath catching in his throat as he took in every detail. It was a sight that had always stirred something deep within him, a feeling he couldn’t quite articulate, yet one he welcomed with open arms.

Anne continued her slow, sensual performance, turning her back to him, letting him admire her exposed beauty. She paused, savoring the moment, her eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of the music and the intoxicating heat of the afternoon sun. Then, with a playful smirk, she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra clasp and letting the garment slide forward, catching it just before it fully exposed her nipples. She held it there, suspended in time, before releasing it, letting her teats hang freely for a moment, a blatant invitation to his desires.

Ron’s reaction was immediate and undeniable. A flush of heat crept up his neck, and his eyes widened with pleasure. He knew this feeling, this overwhelming desire, this exquisite vulnerability. It was a sensation he cherished, a testament to the powerful connection they shared. Anne continued her teasing, slowly sliding her panties further down, exposing more of her delicate skin. She took her time, prolonging the pleasure, drawing out the anticipation, savoring every second. The music continued its hypnotic rhythm, driving them both deeper into the throes of their shared passion.

As the final notes of “The Stripper” faded into silence, Anne let go of her trousers, watching as they tumbled to the ground, joining her shorts in a cascade of fabric. With a graceful movement, she unfolded her arms and legs, adopting a standing spread eagle position, showcasing her nakedness in all its glory. A triumphant smile graced her lips as she gave him a playful curtsy, inviting him to join her in their shared ecstasy.

Ron’s reaction was instantaneous. An erection blossomed within him, a testament to the potent effect of her display. He watched, captivated, as she moved towards him, her body radiating heat and anticipation. As she reached him, she pushed his legs apart, positioning herself perfectly between his knees, her pussy directly in front of his face. She knew this moment, this intimate display, would ignite his senses and push them both to the brink of pleasure.

Ron reached out, gently stroking her lips, his fingers tracing the contours of her mouth. He smeared her female lubricant from her vagina up to her clitoris, gliding his finger with deliberate precision. As she neared climax, Anne held her breath, savoring the moment, anticipating the release. Ron continued his gentle ministrations, pushing her closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure. Finally, she let out a gasp, her body convulsing with ecstasy as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Female liquids gushed from her vagina, a testament to her unleashed pleasure.

As Anne relaxed in the aftermath, she caught herself on the back of the chair, pushing her teats into his face. Reaching up, Ron held them gently, nuzzling and enjoying their softness. He felt a surge of tenderness, a deep connection that transcended the physical. He stood, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and jockstrap to his ankles, freeing his erection. With a confident stride, he approached her, pulling her against him, pinning his erection against her soft curls.

Anne pushed herself away, pulling him back, and then, with a decisive movement, she bent over the picnic table, exposing her crack and all her lady bits to his eager gaze. She knew this was the ultimate invitation, a final act of sensual surrender. Ron stepped up behind her, his erection finding its mark without hesitation. He began slow, gentle thrusts, savoring the moment, building the anticipation. As she squeezed him with her tight pussy hug, Ron grew large and began ejaculating, releasing all his pent-up desires. She squeezed him again, and again, until he was completely drained, a testament to their shared passion.

As Ron lay panting beside her, he reached beneath her to cup her breast, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. They lay there for a moment, lost in the afterglow, savoring the lingering pleasure, the shared intimacy. It wasn't just about the physical act; it was about the connection, the trust, the unspoken understanding that bound them together. They had said their goodbyes, but the memory of this final encounter would remain etched in their hearts forever, a reminder of the passionate love they had shared. As they left the farm, hand in hand, they carried with them the essence of their final embrace, a silent promise to cherish the memories they had created, and to always hold each other close, no matter where life may take them.

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