Continuing on from the events in "Tales" 1.

The next few days were a pleasent torture.

Either Caroline and myself were working in different buildings or areas or there were other people working with us.

And for some reason there were always people around at lunchtime.

Nothing more than a passing caress as we passed in a passage way or a hurried kiss in a quiet corner.

Until the following Thursday.

It was probably about 9.30.

I was in one of the machine sheds trying make space when Caroline came into the building.

The first I knew of her presence was when her arms snuck around my waist with a triumphant cry of "Gotcha!"

I turned round in her arms. I put my hands to her waist, lifted her up so that her buttocks were resting on a nearby engine cowling and we kissed.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me tight against her and for a few moments the world seemed to disappear.

Eventually the world did come back into focus and our lips ( reluctantly ) parted.

" You didn't come here just to distract me did you?"

" No but I figure that I have a few minutes. Harry just sent me round to ask for a long stand and large, left handed, imperial adjustable spanner."

"OK"

" So rather than you telling me to wait over there for a while assuming that I didn't know what a long stand was I thought that I would take shameless advantage of a few minutes 'Standing Time'!"

"Shameless Advantage?"

"Oh yes!"

She wriggled her crotch against mine.

I cannot say that I objected.

Our lips met again and the world went away for another few minutes.

When the world re-asserted itself once again she pushed me away and dropped to her feet.

"Adjustable spanner?" she asked.

"Whats he doing?"

"Re setting the big gates"

"He wants the red one from the shelf above the tool bench"

"Get it down for me, I can't reach it and I am not crawling about on that oily bench just so that you can perv my arse".

"So where would you crawl so that I can perv your arse?"

"Some where comfy that is not covered in oil"

I reached over the bench to take the spanner off the shelf. Her hand slipped around me and stroked the length of my cock through my jeans.

"Mmm, that feels nice " she said, "what are you doing for lunch?"

"I thought that I might try find a nice arse to perv".

"See you in the hayloft then". She grinned knowingly and then giving me one last stroke she grabbed the spanner and left the building.

I stood alone, listening to the sounds of her footsteps fading away. The tightness of my jeans was telling me that it was going to feel like a very long morning.

While we allow younger me to try to concentrate on the rest of his mornings work I thought that I would just give you a quick description of Caroline.

She was about 5'3" tall. Shoulder length light brown hair which was generally worn in a pony tail. As you would probably imagine from someone who did a physical job she was not lacking in muscle. Not a gym bunny but definitely solid in build.

You probably don't care about these details but she did have a generous smile that was pure mischief and was quite tanned on arms and face.

Let us now return to that happy day.

I have to admit that it was a very long morning but eventually it was over and I went back to the staff room.

The staff room was very quiet as no one was around.

The yard was in full sunlight and the air felt very heavy and drowsy.

I did not feel drowsy in the slightest.

I went to the end of the building, went in and climbed the ladder.

Near the end of the loft a solitary light burned and some bales of hay had been laid out to for a solid platform with a couple of blankets laid out over them.

Caroline was on all fours watching me. Once she knew that she had my full attention she sharted to crawl about on the bales, her back arched and making sure that her bottom was wriggling about nicely.

I leaned against another stack of hay, folded my arms and watched in appreciation for a few moments.

"Are you having a good perv?"

"Absolutely!"

"Liking what you see?"

"It looks good enough to eat"

"Promises promises"

She turned her back to me and ran her the fingers of one hand slowly between her legs, looking back over one shoulder to gauge my reaction.

"I think that there are far too many clothes being worn don't you"?

I stepped over and ran my hand over her rump, enjoying the feel of the firm flesh beneath through the denim before placing my hand over her fingers and applying a little pressure.

"Mmmm!"

She turned and I helped her stand.

On the bales her eyes were slightly higher than mine and she bent down t kiss me hungrily.

I reached around her and started to untuck her t-shirt. She lifted her arms above her head and I pulled the t-shirt up and onto her arms. Before removing it entirely I twisted the fabric tight around her wrists, holding them above her head.

Although the dim light meant that her eyes were already dilated they lost all focus for a moment.

"Oh!" she said.

We kissed again.

I removed the t-shirt and dropped that fabric in a heap on top of the boots that she had removed prior to my arrival.

She dropped her hands around my neck as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and then slid it down her arms so that it hung between us.

I cupped each breast in a hand lifting the firm weight and gently ran each thumb across her nipples. They grew firm beneath my touch and as her eyes focused intently upon mine and her smile spread across her face.

Her back arched pressing them more firmly into my grip.

I caressed them for a few moments more and then stepped back, lifting her arms from my neck and removed the bra to be discarded onto the other clothes.

She reached for my T-shirt, trying to grab hold of the fabric in a hurry but I took hold of each of her wrists, put her hands together and placed them on her chest.

"Don't be impatient" I told her. "There are other matters which need to be addressed first".

My hands dropped to her waist and gently but firmly undid her belt, her waist button, her flies, and then started to smooth her jeans over her hips.

She wobbled a bit as the fabric slipped down her thighs.

"Hmm. Not very stable there are we?"

I stepped back and glanced around. An old set of lead reigns hung on a nail nearby.

I stepped over and lifted them, checking them. The long leather strips were worn, soft, and while beyond their best they were still sound.

As I stepped back I thought that I heard a sound from further up the loft in the darkness.

I ignored it as I had something better to look at.

I stepped back, folded the reigns together and tossed one end over the roof beam above us. I lifted her hands above her head again.

I opened one hand, laid one side of the reign into her palm and closed her hand about it. I repeated this action with the other end of the reign and her other hand.

I wrapped the loose ends once around her arms and let the spare dangle over her shoulders and then down the side of her breasts.

" Hold these tight, do not let go without telling me first"

"You kinky perv! I thought that you were going to start to beat me with those for a moment"

" I don't know you well enough for that but now shush or I will smack your bottom"

Her mouth opened instantly to retort and I placed a finger over her lips.

"Be a good girl, do as you are told and I WILL smack your bottom for you".

She closed her mouth, kissing my finger and then tightened her grip of the leather straps.

I knelt before her and drew the jeans down further. I lifted one foot and extracted it from the denim. My face tantalisingly close to her crotch.

I placed her foot back on the bales and lifted her other foot.

The jeans I drew to the side and dropped on to her other clothes.

I reached behind her and stroked her buttock through the thin cotton of her briefs.

I moved back to admire her.

Her posture was delicious. The skin of her legs and body had a gentle tan with pale triangles over her breasts.

"Turn around".

"Oh God yes".

She turned and leaned slightly forwards against the straps. The muscles in her arms and shoulders tensing, those in her bottom and legs quivering.

"Oh yes. Delicious" I said.

I playfully slapped each buttock in turn. Not hard but firmly enough that it was deliberate.

She twitched and gasped at each impact.

Again a noise from further down the loft.

An echo, a cat or a voyeur?

I didn't care.

Turn back.

She did so, a huge and expectant smile on her face.

I hooked my fingers into the side of her briefs, slid them down over her hips and peeled them down her legs slowly having pulled the damp fabric from her moistened and slightly puffy lips.

Once they had reached her ankles I moved each foot in turn and extracted it,placing her feet slightly apart.

I dropped the underwear onto her pile leaving her standing in front of me, arms above her head, clothed in just a pair of black socks and the soft light.

I leaned forward and reached between her legs, reaching up to place my hands on her buttocks, my fore arms pushing her thighs apart.

My head moved forwards and I kissed her lips, my tongue flicking up against her clitoris.

I was rewarded with a low moan.

I knelt, licking away at her clit, firmly and deliberately, then delicately and gently.

At each change of tempo I was rewarded with another moan.

Her legs were trembling. Rather than have them give out on me I lifted her right thigh over my left shoulder and clamped my left hand on the top of it.

The movement of the leg change the angle of her hips and I moved my busy tongue lower to lick her lips.

She tasted fantastic.

I used my lips to pull at hers, my tongue pushing inside and back out again to circle her lips before pushing back inside and back out again.

I moved back to her clit, furiously lapping at it.

Her body spasmed and bucked.

I felt the weight suddenly increase on my shoulders and reached to catch her as her grip on the reigns went.

I lowered her to the blankets, laid on her back with her right leg still over my shoulder.

Her head came up, our eyes met, and then she dropped her head back so I plunged my face back between her legs.

With my tongue working against her her dripping lips, and my head now clamped between both of her thighs I was oblivious to anything but her body moving beneath me until I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing me harder against her.

Her fingers wrapped into my hair dragging me as had against herself as she could, curling upwards, hunching in and then pushing me away as she crashed back to the blanket beneath her.

Her legs moved from pressing against me and I could finally hear her cries.

As she calmed back down and regained some composure she looked at me, her eyes focusing slowly until she said

"I. Want. You. Inside. Me. Now!"

I stood ,stripped off my t-shirt, kicked off my boots, undid the belt, button and zip of my jeans and ripped them, pants and socks off in one rapid movement.

My body, lean and taught, my member rigid and dripping pre cum.

I grabbed a condom from my pocket and nearly ripped it in two trying to open the packet.

I rolled it on and lowered my self to her proffered body.

Gently ( and the gods alone know how I retrained myself ) I inched my cock inside her.

I pulled back out of that tight wetness and -meeting her eyes - I thrust back inside.

She groaned, eyes rolling back in her head and then she wrapped her legs around my hips, and reached up to grab the back of my neck.

I stood up, hands on her buttocks, mulling myself deep inside her

She tightened her legs in time with me. Pulling me forward harder with every thrust. She was riding me as much as I was riding her.

I descended from self control into a primal, carnal energy.

No long slow savouring of her body over an evening in bed, this was need, lust and now.

And she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.

And so I came, releasing myself into her as she came around me.

I turned and sat down, my cock still twitching inside her.

She pushed me back so that I was on my back, slid her hand down to her clit and rocked back and forth on me, her fingers moving furiously as she brought herself to orgasm around me one final time.

Amongst her moans I heard another distinct but muffled moan fro further up the loft.

We had been watched. By whom?

Caroline lifted herself off me, bent down and kissed me.

" I needed that, thank you"

" I needed that too. Thank you."

We dressed swiftly, folded the blankets, restacked the bales and slipped from the loft.

As I left I noticed a hint of perfume in the air further up the loft. Our voyeur was female. The Bosses daughter or an Interchangable Emma?

The afternoon passed in a bit of a blur.

Friday was Caroline's day off.

Saturday I found out that she had finished and had moved on to another farm for harvest.

For us it was baling and bringing in the hay and so I didn't get much time to think about it.

Looking back it was a very happy memory.