Maid to Fuck 2: Roll in the Hay
Jezzie Rome
Copyright 2012 by Jezzie Rome
Smashwords Edition
“Mary!” I heard Mrs. Beech calling for me. I sighed and hopped down off the wall where I had been sitting, shirking my work. I tended to dilly-dally around this time, early afternoon, every day. This was the time when the horses were taken out to exercise in the paddock, and I liked to watch the lean, muscular bodies going to and fro in the stable yard. Truth be told, the lean, muscular body that most interested me did not belong to a horse, but to John, one of the stable workers. He was several years older than I was, perhaps twenty-five to my nineteen. He was tall, with honey-golden hair and deep brown eyes. His skin was tanned from his work outdoors, and I was fascinated by the way his muscles moved under his skin while he was working. On hot days like today, his shirt clung to his sweaty torso, and the limp fabric of his breeches outlined his firm bottom. Although I had never seen a naked man myself, I knew enough from my sisters and my fellow kitchen maids that I often found myself wondering what else his breeches concealed. At the sound of Mrs. Beech shouting my name again, I dragged my eyes from John and walked back into the house to return to my work.
As luck would have it, Mrs. Beech had been calling for me because she needed me to carry the stable workers' lunch to them. Having acquired the basket of bread, cheese, and beer, I went to the stalls with a spring in my step. I sat on a barrel in the hayloft and listened to the men talk, occasionally adding my own perspective on such thrilling topics as the upcoming harvest and the weather. My mind and eyes were on John, however. While few men can remain handsome while eating, still I found myself fascinated by how his tongue moved across his lips as he licked away the crumbs. The thought of how those lips would feel on mine came unbidden, and was followed by the imagined sensation of his tongue on my throat, then lower... I was distracted when the other workers took their leave to go back to the pasture.