country living
The young girl’s It’s been a long time since I’ve reported anything on my scintillatingly dysfunctional existence. Is that an oxymoronic statement? I don’t know where I’ve left off. I never read my own postings unless someone refers back to them in a reply which doesn’t happen often. Well enough with the preamble and on to a day in the life of “I AM MAN”!
I spent a week at quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts a small town in the Smokey Mountains. It was run by a very nice geriatric couple with support from their granddaughter. I was there for relaxation sprinkled in with a little hunting and fishing. I awoke one morning and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to shower and shave. While I was applying the shaving cream I looked out the window and saw the old lady pointing out something to her granddaughter as they stood at the edge of the flower garden. They were some distance away considering I was on the 3rd floor of the renovated historic house but not far enough away that I couldn’t tell that the young granddaughter possessed a fine as she bent over a plucked a flower out of the garden for her grandmother. I finished up, dressed then gathered my fishing gear. The old man was waiting for me downstairs. He was going to show me his favorite fishing hole in a stream which was only a few hundred yards from his house. It took a awhile. The old man walked at a snails pace through the path that cut through the woods but eventually we made it to the stream. We fished. I listened to his stories. All in all it was a good time. The old man quickly tired and found a spot on the stream bank to sit. I made my way upstream. It was peaceful and quiet. The only sounds were those of chirping birds and squirrels rustling the branches of various trees. Not too far in the distance I saw what looked to be wild grapes. I placed my pole down and went to check it out. I picked a few grapes. They actually tasted pretty good. I heard some rustling just over the knoll. I thought maybe it was a bear cub or something feeding on the grapes so I cautiously went to investigate. It wasn’t a bear cub prowling in the woods it was the young granddaughter carrying a bucket and plucking grapes. I decided not to intrude and I stayed out of sight. Once the granddaughters bucket was filled she made her way in my direction towards the stream. I concealed myself behind a tree. When the granddaughter reached the streams edge she set the bucket down then to my surprise and delight the young girl removed her clothes and waded into the stream. She submerged herself in the cool water then floated around for a few minutes before returning to the bank. The granddaughter then found a mossy area beyond the rocks. She laid there to let the sun could dry her flesh. The view I had was obstructed by plants and branches so I circled through the woods for a better vantage point. I found one at the top of a small ravine where I could look down on the young maiden. As I sat there covertly watching the granddaughter I was wondering why I hadn’t noticed how beautiful this young girl was. Yes her being naked probably did influence my perception however the shapeliness and maturity of her body had somehow previously escaped my notice. My mental attention quickly refocused when my eyes saw the granddaughter’s right hand begin to massage one of her young breasts. Her action was causation for me to readjust my livening manhood. Moments later the granddaughter’s left hand began to show loving favor to her other full young breast. There was no use trying to restrict my pleasure. I unfastened my pants, pulled down my zipper then pulled my manhood from its captive state. The granddaughter massaged her young full bosoms and tugged at their protrusions. I kept my eyes focused while my right hand gripped my thick shaft and roamed up and down its length. The young girl hands slowly matriculated from her now swollen globes, over her flat sundried stomach to her bare pelvic region. Rigidness began to creep from the base of my shaft upwards. The tips of the granddaughter’s fingers probed the chaste stigma of her unsullied flower. The blossoming of her pink nodule encouraged her lower limbs to incrementally part until her spread reached maximum distance. An arch formed at the small of the granddaughters back. Her head turned right then left. The granddaughter’s petite fingers accelerated their passion. The culmination was quick. The palm of her left hand cloaked her rose. Her right lay on top of the left pressuring down. The granddaughter’s legs abruptly clamped captivating her protecting hands. She rolled to her side in a semi fetal position. White cream oozed from the duct of my cock. I rejoined the old man who was still perched in his spot. We gathered our gear and told tales of the ones that got away as we headed down the path through the woods on our way home.
Later that afternoon the old lady and her granddaughter were busy making jelly from the grapes the young girl had garnered. The old man and I sat on the porch rocking in our handmade wooden chairs. The old lady and her granddaughter soon joined us sitting on the porch swing directly across. The granddaughter, holding tightly to her grandmother’s arm, listened patiently as the old lady recanted wholesome stories from days passed. The old man had fallen into a deep sleep. Visions of the young girl’s intimate moment played over and over in my mind. While listening to the grandmothers stories my eyes captured the young girl’s innocent essence. When she was done the grandmother with the help of her granddaughter got up off the screen then slowly strolled back into the kitchen. The young girl asked me how the fishing went. I didn’t know if it was the way she asked, the tone of her voice or both but it was more inquisitive in nature than questioning. It made me wonder if I was the sleuth I thought I was. My response was sterile. I told her how much I enjoyed the company of her grandfather. How refreshing and relaxing the atmosphere was and ended by telling her it was some of the most intense scenery I had ever seen. The young girl agreed with my assessment then looked right into my eyes and with a soft spoken voice told me that the mountains were filled with all kinds of wonders. She then left to help her grandmother. Her buoyant young breasts gave me a teasingly parting wave. Either this young girl was shrewd beyond her years or else she was as pure as the driven snow I hadn’t determined.
Dinner, as usual, was good old fashion home cooking. Out of politeness I tried not to stare at the young girl too conspicuously even though her daisy duke attire made the effort almost impossible. When dinner was completed the granddaughter began clearing the table for dessert. She reached to the side of my left shoulder then leaned forward to clear my plate from the table. I only turned my head slightly to the left and my eyes were served with a statuesque view of the granddaughter’s young supple firm breasts. My voyeuristic view from the ravine didn’t due her breasts justice. My voluminous testicles ached in agreement. When the granddaughter turned away and as she walked to the kitchen with her hands full of plates my gaze followed. Her denim painted ass cheeks tauntingly and alternately spring boarded up and down with unsoiled exuberance. Upon her return my scrutiny was targeted below her pierced belly and above the young girl’s tanned silky upper thighs. Though concealed by her painted on shorts, the shameless profile of the granddaughter’s blossoming vestal flower incited irregularities with the beats of my heart. A feeling of withering self control was the causation for me to excuse myself from the dinner table and to roam in the coolness of the starlit night.
By the time I returned to the bed & breakfast only dim night lights provided guiding illumination. I made my way to the kitchen to indulge in some of grandma’s homemade pie. As I was rummaging in the refrigerator the kitchen ambience changed from dark to light. Standing in the walkway next to the switch was the young girl. The sight of her wearing an angelic shear nighty was stunning. I almost dropped the pie. I’m sure her laugh and eventual takeover of the pie cutting was due to my lack of mobility. She sat next to me as we shared a large piece of homemade pie. Our touching shoulders and arms were the first physical contact to which the young and I engaged in. Her admission of wanton was validated by her sliding the chair she was sitting in against mine so the side of her bare thigh was married to mine. There was no containing my mature emotion. My cock was enamored. The soft flesh of its mushroomed head peeked out from the leg of my shorts. The dark stained oak table shielded her innocent eyes from my sinful exposure. It wasn’t till I escorted the granddaughter to her bedroom that my internal desires divulged. During goodnights, with her back pressed to the door and both hands behind her curvy hips clinging to the brass knob, the granddaughter’s sparkling eyes lowered. A void stillness occurred. Only the sound of the young girl’s seduced breaths could be heard in the hallowed hallway. She silently backed into her bedroom. The curtains in my room waved freely as the wind of the mountains reasserted its authority. I disrobed while staring out the window into the darkness with unsavory thoughts. I stood motionless while the wind washed my burning desires and heated flesh. The clunking of a deadbolt snapped me from my trance.
The young girl’s nude silhouette unveiled her desire. When I approached her stationary position it was her young firm swollen breasts that revealed themselves first. One more step and she was within my grasp. I placed my hands on her waist. The young girl raised her arms and placed her hands on my shoulder. I slowly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around the tops of my hips, her breasts pressed to my chest and her dampened flower wet kissed my rippled abs. Once she secured herself my strong hands cradled the firm cheeks of the young girl’s ass. My lips parted and so did hers. My tongue amorously danced in her mouth and her tongue amorously danced in mine. The young girl’s temperature elevated lock step with her intensifying passion. Virgin dew trickled down my stomach. The young girl pulled her body tight to mine, hugging my neck securely and squeezing her trembling thighs. I groped her ass. My middle finger taunted the girl’s anal rim before easing into its tight sticky tube.
Now before I divulge how I defiled the granddaughter’s innocence I am curious to hear how you lost your virginity. Surely you will overcome your shyness and whisper your story in my ear
Love Leo
Leonardodivinci001@gmail.com
I spent a week at quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts a small town in the Smokey Mountains. It was run by a very nice geriatric couple with support from their granddaughter. I was there for relaxation sprinkled in with a little hunting and fishing. I awoke one morning and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to shower and shave. While I was applying the shaving cream I looked out the window and saw the old lady pointing out something to her granddaughter as they stood at the edge of the flower garden. They were some distance away considering I was on the 3rd floor of the renovated historic house but not far enough away that I couldn’t tell that the young granddaughter possessed a fine as she bent over a plucked a flower out of the garden for her grandmother. I finished up, dressed then gathered my fishing gear. The old man was waiting for me downstairs. He was going to show me his favorite fishing hole in a stream which was only a few hundred yards from his house. It took a awhile. The old man walked at a snails pace through the path that cut through the woods but eventually we made it to the stream. We fished. I listened to his stories. All in all it was a good time. The old man quickly tired and found a spot on the stream bank to sit. I made my way upstream. It was peaceful and quiet. The only sounds were those of chirping birds and squirrels rustling the branches of various trees. Not too far in the distance I saw what looked to be wild grapes. I placed my pole down and went to check it out. I picked a few grapes. They actually tasted pretty good. I heard some rustling just over the knoll. I thought maybe it was a bear cub or something feeding on the grapes so I cautiously went to investigate. It wasn’t a bear cub prowling in the woods it was the young granddaughter carrying a bucket and plucking grapes. I decided not to intrude and I stayed out of sight. Once the granddaughters bucket was filled she made her way in my direction towards the stream. I concealed myself behind a tree. When the granddaughter reached the streams edge she set the bucket down then to my surprise and delight the young girl removed her clothes and waded into the stream. She submerged herself in the cool water then floated around for a few minutes before returning to the bank. The granddaughter then found a mossy area beyond the rocks. She laid there to let the sun could dry her flesh. The view I had was obstructed by plants and branches so I circled through the woods for a better vantage point. I found one at the top of a small ravine where I could look down on the young maiden. As I sat there covertly watching the granddaughter I was wondering why I hadn’t noticed how beautiful this young girl was. Yes her being naked probably did influence my perception however the shapeliness and maturity of her body had somehow previously escaped my notice. My mental attention quickly refocused when my eyes saw the granddaughter’s right hand begin to massage one of her young breasts. Her action was causation for me to readjust my livening manhood. Moments later the granddaughter’s left hand began to show loving favor to her other full young breast. There was no use trying to restrict my pleasure. I unfastened my pants, pulled down my zipper then pulled my manhood from its captive state. The granddaughter massaged her young full bosoms and tugged at their protrusions. I kept my eyes focused while my right hand gripped my thick shaft and roamed up and down its length. The young girl hands slowly matriculated from her now swollen globes, over her flat sundried stomach to her bare pelvic region. Rigidness began to creep from the base of my shaft upwards. The tips of the granddaughter’s fingers probed the chaste stigma of her unsullied flower. The blossoming of her pink nodule encouraged her lower limbs to incrementally part until her spread reached maximum distance. An arch formed at the small of the granddaughters back. Her head turned right then left. The granddaughter’s petite fingers accelerated their passion. The culmination was quick. The palm of her left hand cloaked her rose. Her right lay on top of the left pressuring down. The granddaughter’s legs abruptly clamped captivating her protecting hands. She rolled to her side in a semi fetal position. White cream oozed from the duct of my cock. I rejoined the old man who was still perched in his spot. We gathered our gear and told tales of the ones that got away as we headed down the path through the woods on our way home.
Later that afternoon the old lady and her granddaughter were busy making jelly from the grapes the young girl had garnered. The old man and I sat on the porch rocking in our handmade wooden chairs. The old lady and her granddaughter soon joined us sitting on the porch swing directly across. The granddaughter, holding tightly to her grandmother’s arm, listened patiently as the old lady recanted wholesome stories from days passed. The old man had fallen into a deep sleep. Visions of the young girl’s intimate moment played over and over in my mind. While listening to the grandmothers stories my eyes captured the young girl’s innocent essence. When she was done the grandmother with the help of her granddaughter got up off the screen then slowly strolled back into the kitchen. The young girl asked me how the fishing went. I didn’t know if it was the way she asked, the tone of her voice or both but it was more inquisitive in nature than questioning. It made me wonder if I was the sleuth I thought I was. My response was sterile. I told her how much I enjoyed the company of her grandfather. How refreshing and relaxing the atmosphere was and ended by telling her it was some of the most intense scenery I had ever seen. The young girl agreed with my assessment then looked right into my eyes and with a soft spoken voice told me that the mountains were filled with all kinds of wonders. She then left to help her grandmother. Her buoyant young breasts gave me a teasingly parting wave. Either this young girl was shrewd beyond her years or else she was as pure as the driven snow I hadn’t determined.
Dinner, as usual, was good old fashion home cooking. Out of politeness I tried not to stare at the young girl too conspicuously even though her daisy duke attire made the effort almost impossible. When dinner was completed the granddaughter began clearing the table for dessert. She reached to the side of my left shoulder then leaned forward to clear my plate from the table. I only turned my head slightly to the left and my eyes were served with a statuesque view of the granddaughter’s young supple firm breasts. My voyeuristic view from the ravine didn’t due her breasts justice. My voluminous testicles ached in agreement. When the granddaughter turned away and as she walked to the kitchen with her hands full of plates my gaze followed. Her denim painted ass cheeks tauntingly and alternately spring boarded up and down with unsoiled exuberance. Upon her return my scrutiny was targeted below her pierced belly and above the young girl’s tanned silky upper thighs. Though concealed by her painted on shorts, the shameless profile of the granddaughter’s blossoming vestal flower incited irregularities with the beats of my heart. A feeling of withering self control was the causation for me to excuse myself from the dinner table and to roam in the coolness of the starlit night.
By the time I returned to the bed & breakfast only dim night lights provided guiding illumination. I made my way to the kitchen to indulge in some of grandma’s homemade pie. As I was rummaging in the refrigerator the kitchen ambience changed from dark to light. Standing in the walkway next to the switch was the young girl. The sight of her wearing an angelic shear nighty was stunning. I almost dropped the pie. I’m sure her laugh and eventual takeover of the pie cutting was due to my lack of mobility. She sat next to me as we shared a large piece of homemade pie. Our touching shoulders and arms were the first physical contact to which the young and I engaged in. Her admission of wanton was validated by her sliding the chair she was sitting in against mine so the side of her bare thigh was married to mine. There was no containing my mature emotion. My cock was enamored. The soft flesh of its mushroomed head peeked out from the leg of my shorts. The dark stained oak table shielded her innocent eyes from my sinful exposure. It wasn’t till I escorted the granddaughter to her bedroom that my internal desires divulged. During goodnights, with her back pressed to the door and both hands behind her curvy hips clinging to the brass knob, the granddaughter’s sparkling eyes lowered. A void stillness occurred. Only the sound of the young girl’s seduced breaths could be heard in the hallowed hallway. She silently backed into her bedroom. The curtains in my room waved freely as the wind of the mountains reasserted its authority. I disrobed while staring out the window into the darkness with unsavory thoughts. I stood motionless while the wind washed my burning desires and heated flesh. The clunking of a deadbolt snapped me from my trance.
The young girl’s nude silhouette unveiled her desire. When I approached her stationary position it was her young firm swollen breasts that revealed themselves first. One more step and she was within my grasp. I placed my hands on her waist. The young girl raised her arms and placed her hands on my shoulder. I slowly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around the tops of my hips, her breasts pressed to my chest and her dampened flower wet kissed my rippled abs. Once she secured herself my strong hands cradled the firm cheeks of the young girl’s ass. My lips parted and so did hers. My tongue amorously danced in her mouth and her tongue amorously danced in mine. The young girl’s temperature elevated lock step with her intensifying passion. Virgin dew trickled down my stomach. The young girl pulled her body tight to mine, hugging my neck securely and squeezing her trembling thighs. I groped her ass. My middle finger taunted the girl’s anal rim before easing into its tight sticky tube.
Now before I divulge how I defiled the granddaughter’s innocence I am curious to hear how you lost your virginity. Surely you will overcome your shyness and whisper your story in my ear
Love Leo
Leonardodivinci001@gmail.com