Pumpkins Ahead

Andrea closed her cash box and took a sip of coffee. Across the gravel road a pickup truck made a dusty stop. Laughing, a group of cowboys jumped out and crowded around Baylor's Produce Shack. Inside Baylor's, Andrea knew, were the biggest pumpkins in Spooner County.

The problem was Baylor's Produce didn't sell pumpkins. Andrea did, and she hadn't seen a customer all day.

"Hey Sister, got any dollar bills?" Carol Lynn asked. She crossed the road from Baylor's after the boys left. "I'm plumb out."

Carol Lynn wasn't her sister and likely wasn't out of dollars, either. She just sold another truckload of carrots and sweet potatoes and wanted to rub it in. "My, it's hot, ain't it?" she asked, lifting her blonde hair over her head. Her pumpkin-sized breasts bulged from under a polka-dot halter. Carol Lynn lifted her hair a lot.

"Too hot for a bra?" Andrea asked.

"All depends." Carol Lynn laughed. "So how's business?"

"I guess you know. You're right across the road."

"Oh, Suger. I can't keep up with my own affairs, let alone yours. But if you want some advice..."

I don't, Andrea thought.

"If you want some advice," Carol Lynn continued. "Get your melons out here, front and center. And your apples and red tomaters?" She leaned over the counter, displaying her heart-stopping cleavage. "Right here, where the customer can see 'em. And smell 'em."

Folks can see my apples just fine," Andrea said.

"I don't think so, honey. And if you don't mind my saying, I'd ditch the ring. That's one hound dog ain't coming home."

Another truck parked across the road. "Looks like you got more business," Andrea said shortly. Carol Lynn skedaddled.

Andrea moved crates of cucumbers into the shade. Sitting behind the counter she unlocked the cash box, glancing at the ring on her left hand. Hmm...Maybe Carol Lynn had a point. What did it say about her? That she waited for a man who ran away to be a rodeo clown? She looked at it again, then pulled the damn thing off and threw it in with the rest of the change. When she thought of Bobby Joe she imagined a clown with cowboy boots jumping into a rodeo barrel, just ahead of a charging bull. She saw the horns smack the barrel, launching it into the night.

That always made her feel better. Andrea put her bare feet up on the counter and closed her eyes.

An afternoon can get mighty lazy in Spooner County. Andrea caught herself dozing and sitting up, rubbed her eyes. She was out of coffee. Stretching, she took her cup across the road.

"Hello?" she said at Baylor's counter. Dust hung in the air. "Hello?" she called. No one was around. When she walked over to the coffee pot she heard a low moan. Peering through empty crates, she saw Carol Lynn. The girl lay on hay bales while a handsome young man kissed her. He fondled her big breasts from outside her halter top. The nipples stuck out as flies buzzed overhead. Fondling, stroking, the handsome cowboy began slowly untying the knot in her halter top.

Andrea turned to leave, took two steps, stopped. She turned back again.

The boy finished untying her blouse and pulled Carol Lynn's breasts out. Freed from their restraints pretty girl's breasts were as big, beautiful, and round as autumn melons. The boy kissed her tanned neck, kissing down, down. The big nipples tightened at the touch of his tongue and his mouth closed slowly over one, savoring it, rolling it around and around.

The cowboy had a hand between her legs, rubbing through her blue jeans. He rubbed and rubbed, and ran a finger all the way down and under her ass. Then back again, back up to her crotch. Carol Lynn moaned softly. She put her hand over his, making him go faster, grinding his hand between her legs as he sucked away at her nipples.

Andrea hurried back to her own fruit stand. Pacing, she stacked boxes of tomatoes, moved bags of onions, tried to keep busy. She kept seeing a long handsome cowboy, big, lovely breasts, fat nipples, and a brown hand over tight blue jeans. She leaned against her counter, hot and dizzy.

Her hand crept down, down. She felt her own small nipples through her blouse and undid a button, then two. Her had fell between her legs. As she touched herself a lightening bolt of pure pleasure went through her. Oh, shit, she thought. What's happening to me? Closing her eyes she reached down, way down. Lips and nipples and a cowboy's trim backside filled her thoughts...

"Yoo-hoo? You work here?"

Andrea's eyes flew open.

He stood at the counter with his Stetson in his hands. "Don't tell me you ain't open," he said. He was about forty with a short, gray beard and deep lines in his tanned face. One of those faces that's always ready to laugh.

"Sure we're open," Andrea said, a little too loud. Oh my God, she thought. Did he see me?

"I got a trailer over there," the cowboy said. "And I need potatoes and sweet corn."

"You came to the right place." Andrea smoothed her shirt. Shit, her buttons were half undone! Oh, well. Too late.

The stranger smiled. "And I'll look at your melons, if you got 'em."

"I got everything you need, cowboy," she said. They walked together under the long tin roof. Andrea stuck her hands in her jeans. Holy smokes, she thought. Am I ever wet! Feeling brave, she ambled close to him. "What's your name, honey?" she asked.

"Wes," he said. He stopped to inspect a heap of watermelons.

"This looks pretty good."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Tell me, Wes. You married?"

"No, I am not."

"I was hoping you'd say that, too." She moved closer, feeling tremendously excited, hot and nervous, feeling it now between her legs. Her eyes flickered like candles.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked.

"Mister, you caught me at just the right time."

She put her arms around his neck and pulled down that handsome face. Their lips came together. Wes let her do the work. Taking his hands Andrea moved them down to her breasts, almost fainting with desire. She led him to a mound of loose straw and they lay together. Wes unbuttoned her blouse. She let him unclasp her bra. When he pulled it away her apple-size breasts fell out.

"Why, these look good enough to eat," he said.

He dropped his face and took a nipple in his mouth. Waves of pleasure filled Andrea. She fumbled with her tight blue jeans, unzipping them and pulling them off. Maybe over-the-clothes action was okay with Miss Carol Lynn, but not with her.

His hands found her over-heated panties and off they came. Spreading her legs wide in the straw she let the handsome man run his lean fingers up her inner thigh, gasping as she felt one finger, then two, gently inserted. He circled her swollen clit, around and around.

Wes nibbled and sucked her nipples. "Harder!" she gasped. "Harder!" He sucked harder as she fumbled with his oversized belt buckle. His zipper came down his member bounced out, big as a cucumber. God, she wanted that thing!

It was too late.

"Faster!" she begged and grabbed his hand, rubbing his finger up and down over her clit. She gasped, her pussy a slick, oily mess. Suddenly it had her. Waves of gut-knotting pleasure hooking deep inside. "Oh....my...God!!" she gasped, bucking like a horse. Her jack spattered the straw.

They kissed and kissed, slowing. Wes held his fingers gently inside her. Finally she pulled his hand away, wiping it on her jeans.

"Sorry I'm so rabbity," she apologized.

"Nothin' wrong with that."

Andrea looked down. "Gosh! I did all that?"

"I'll take some credit," Wes confided. "You ain't the only rabbity one."

He had come, too. They laughed, their noses close.

After cleaning up Wes and Andrea started loading produce. They was lucky. Two farm boys stopped by and Wes gave them each a ten dollar bill to help load. They made short work of Andrea's inventory, piling the last of the pumpkins in the back of the big trailer.

"You done cleaned me out, cowboy," Andrea said, wiping her hands as Wes paid her. "What am I ever going to do?" she asked.

"You can get some more melons," he replied. "And potatoes and corn. I make a run from here to Oline every Friday. I'll need more. Lots more."

"You can count on me, partner." Andrea said. "By the way, how'd you ever find us?"

"When I stopped over there a blonde gal told me to come here."

"She told you to come here?"

"Sure did. Said you had the nicest pumpkins in Spooner County." Wes kissed Andrea, put on his Stetson, and climbed into his truck.

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