SkinBroker
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2013
Bella groaned pleasantly as she stretched out on the hammock on her front porch. All the chores were done early, all the animals locked up and fed, and she finally had some time to settle in and relax before all her friends arrived for poker night. She lazily tossed her hat aside and picked up her drink, a Whiskey Sour. Taking a hearty drink she leaned back and replaced the glass with a joint. It had been a year since her daughter, Sansa, had moved out of the house, and even though she missed the little doll something terrible, she couldn’t deny the freedom was very enjoyable.
She was an attractive woman just breaking forty, though she still looked to be late twenties, early thirties. Her hair was bright red and hung down in two long pigtails that reached her hips. Her skin was surprisingly fair for a farmer, she preferred it that way and went to great lengths to maintain the tone. Dark freckles showed up quite visibly on her face, shoulders, chest, thighs, arms, and back. Bella’s figure was the most impressive, with a strong, well-toned body, yet DD cup breasts and broad hips. As she laid back and let the combinations of intoxicants kick in she started daydreaming about the last poker night she’d hosted. One of her buddies brought a normal woman to the event, and after a convincing defeat at strip poker, the precious little thing was introduced to all manner of debauchery. That was there normal scheme, and it worked wonders for the lot of them. Someone could always find a sexy little minx ready to try something new. Just thinking about it caused her dick to twitch beneath her coveralls. She couldn’t help but give it a nice firm squeeze and release a sigh as she imagined tonight’s entertainment.
Unfortunately the sound of a car in the distance distracted her from her daydreaming, and Bella was forced to sit up. She was far enough out that she could only hear a car if it was on her property, so she took a long, deep drag from her joint and set it in the ashtray, then downed the rest of her Sour. She didn’t recognize the car, maybe a taxi? As she stood she swooned a bit, definitely starting to feel the effects of her pastime.
“Damn it all.” She hadn’t washed up yet, so she was still just in her overalls and a bright orange tank top that was soaked with sweat. Her hair was a mess, and of course her eyes were plenty bloodshot. Of course she had to get company in her current state. As the vehicle came closer she started trying to remember if she’d forgotten something. But nothing came to mind. “No one should be here for another few hours….shoot…” Bella groaned and headed to the steps of her porch, still trying to peg down what she’d forgotten about.
She was an attractive woman just breaking forty, though she still looked to be late twenties, early thirties. Her hair was bright red and hung down in two long pigtails that reached her hips. Her skin was surprisingly fair for a farmer, she preferred it that way and went to great lengths to maintain the tone. Dark freckles showed up quite visibly on her face, shoulders, chest, thighs, arms, and back. Bella’s figure was the most impressive, with a strong, well-toned body, yet DD cup breasts and broad hips. As she laid back and let the combinations of intoxicants kick in she started daydreaming about the last poker night she’d hosted. One of her buddies brought a normal woman to the event, and after a convincing defeat at strip poker, the precious little thing was introduced to all manner of debauchery. That was there normal scheme, and it worked wonders for the lot of them. Someone could always find a sexy little minx ready to try something new. Just thinking about it caused her dick to twitch beneath her coveralls. She couldn’t help but give it a nice firm squeeze and release a sigh as she imagined tonight’s entertainment.
Unfortunately the sound of a car in the distance distracted her from her daydreaming, and Bella was forced to sit up. She was far enough out that she could only hear a car if it was on her property, so she took a long, deep drag from her joint and set it in the ashtray, then downed the rest of her Sour. She didn’t recognize the car, maybe a taxi? As she stood she swooned a bit, definitely starting to feel the effects of her pastime.
“Damn it all.” She hadn’t washed up yet, so she was still just in her overalls and a bright orange tank top that was soaked with sweat. Her hair was a mess, and of course her eyes were plenty bloodshot. Of course she had to get company in her current state. As the vehicle came closer she started trying to remember if she’d forgotten something. But nothing came to mind. “No one should be here for another few hours….shoot…” Bella groaned and headed to the steps of her porch, still trying to peg down what she’d forgotten about.