Farmer MILF's Big Juicy Melons

By CJ Blake

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I was about as nervous as a guy could get.
My name is Colin Ross, I’m eighteen years old, and I’m seconds away from going on my first date.
I know, I know, a first date at eighteen. You’re probably wondering what I’ve been doing with my life. Well, first of all, my parents are really strict about grades, so I’ve been working my ass off to get all A’s, and then there’s work. It’s not like I’m from a rich family that can buy me everything. I had to get a job at the local farmers market, unloading and selling produce, just to pay for this crummy car I was driving.
Oh God, what if this pile breaks down on my date, ruining my chances. Please God don’t let that happen.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed just how bad my hands were shaking. My mouth was dry too. A lemon-lime soda sure would hit the spot right now. I cranked the weak A/C, hoping it would keep my pits from sweating.
I looked up and down Sycamore Street. All the houses were similar, one-story, brick, with little porches and carports. Most of the cars in front of these houses were affordable sedans or low-trim pickup trucks. I was in front of house number 137, which belonged to the Lumbolt family. Their daughter, Jessie Lumbolt was my age. In fact, we’d just graduated together last month, and a few days ago when I saw her at the farmer’s market I had to ask her out. She’s so freakin’ hot, a gorgeous blonde with a tight and toned body. She was way out of my league, but I had to ask her out, I was hoping to make this last summer before college one to remember.
I gulped, my mouth still dry and my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth as I texted Jessie. I thought I’d need to go to the front door, meet her parents and all that. But no, Jessie told me to simply text when I got to her house. So that’s what I did. I pulled my phone from the pocket of my shorts and wiped my clammy hands on the front of my brand new gray t-shirt. I got my fingers to quit shaking long enough to tap out I’m here. I hesitated for a moment, almost erasing the message and driving off, but some courage found its way through me, straight to my thumb, and I hit send. And waited...
I was just starting to calm down. I was watching a cat two yards up chase after something when a flash of movement from Jessie’s house caught my eye. I looked over and saw the blonde I had asked out climbing out a side window. It was quite a sight in the tiny denim shorts and minuscule black top she was wearing. Those long tan legs, those bare abs, that flowing blonde hair, and the bouncing...
As she ran to my car I couldn’t stop staring.
She yanked the door open, dropping into the passenger seat and slamming the door, filling my car with the sweetest scent imaginable. It was like a vanilla overload.
The fact that this gorgeous babe was now in the car next to me reminded me of just how average I was, kinda skinny, not quite six feet tall, floppy brown hair in need of a haircut. Yeah, I was out of my league for sure.
“Go go go!” Jessie said.
So I put the car in gear and chugged away from 137 Sycamore Street.
My nerves kicked into overdrive.
“That was a close one,” Jessie said.
“Did you sneak out?” I asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t want my parents to know I’m on a date.”
“They’re not gonna come looking for you, are they?” I didn’t know Jessie’s Dad, but an image popped into my head of a big, strong bald guy who didn’t want anyone touching his daughter.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jessie said.
I couldn’t help but worry about that, but as we drove, I kept checking out the gorgeous babe next to me, and all those thoughts faded away. At a red light, Jessie touched up her lipgloss, she also kept adjusting that tiny top. Every movement caught my eye. I couldn’t believe I was on a date with her

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Jan 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215527481

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

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CJ Blake

Farmer MILF’s Big Juicy Melons

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Copyright © 2023 by CJ Blake

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Contents

Date Night

Backseat Fun

Great Escape

Kristi’s Melons

On the Farm

Farm Livin’

A Truck Full of Melons

A Night with Kristi

A Tight Place

Trouble with the Law

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Date Night

I was about as nervous as a guy could get.

My name is Colin Ross, I’m eighteen years old, and I’m seconds away from going on my first date.

I know, I know, a first date at eighteen. You’re probably wondering what I’ve been doing with my life. Well, first of all, my parents are really strict about grades, so I’ve been working my ass off to get all A’s, and then there’s work. It’s not like I’m from a rich family that can buy me everything. I had to get a job at the local farmers market, unloading and selling produce, just to pay for this crummy car I was driving.

Oh God, what if this pile breaks down on my date, ruining my chances. Please God don’t let that happen.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed just how bad my hands were shaking. My mouth was dry too. A lemon-lime soda sure would hit the spot right now. I cranked the weak A/C, hoping it would keep my pits from sweating.

I looked up and down Sycamore Street. All the houses were similar, one-story, brick, with little porches and carports. Most of the cars in front of these houses were affordable sedans or low-trim pickup trucks. I was in front of house number 137, which belonged to the Lumbolt family. Their daughter, Jessie Lumbolt was my age. In fact, we’d just graduated together last month, and a few days ago when I saw her at the farmer’s market I had to ask her out. She’s so freakin’ hot, a gorgeous blonde with a tight and toned body. She was way out of my league, but I had to ask her out, I was hoping to make this last summer before college one to remember.

I gulped, my mouth still dry and my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth as I texted Jessie. I thought I’d need to go to the front door, meet her parents and all that. But no, Jessie told me to simply text when I got to her house. So that’s what I did. I pulled my phone from the pocket of my shorts and wiped my clammy hands on the front of my brand new gray t-shirt. I got my fingers to quit shaking long enough to tap out I’m here. I hesitated for a moment, almost erasing the message and driving off, but some courage found its way through me, straight to my thumb, and I hit send. And waited…

I was just starting to calm down. I was watching a cat two yards up chase after something when a flash of movement from Jessie’s house caught my eye. I looked over and saw the blonde I had asked out climbing out a side window. It was quite a sight in the tiny denim shorts and minuscule black top she was wearing. Those long tan legs, those bare abs, that flowing blonde hair, and the bouncing…

As she ran to my car I couldn’t stop staring at her bouncing breasts. Those things were so nice and big, with a gravity-defying firmness. They were a popular subject around town, guys always guessing at their size. I figured they had to be double-D. They were perfect.

She yanked the door open, dropping into the passenger seat and slamming the door, filling my car with the sweetest scent imaginable. It was like a vanilla overload.

The fact that this gorgeous babe was now in the car next to me reminded me of just how average I was, kinda skinny, not quite six feet tall, floppy brown hair in need of a