They woke the next morning in Joey's bed. Joey made coffee and breakfast while Charlene prepared a bath for them. The deep white claw foot tub was just big enough for both of them. They talked and had their breakfast with glasses of wine...soaking in the warm water. Joey's member was bursting hard. He wanted to relieve it but Charlene had other ideas.
She put a pair of white socks on that covered her calves and slipped her black and white saddle shoes on. She told Joey to put his socks and shoes on. Charlene made a rule..."No more clothes." Joey totally agreed!
It was a hot....still August day. They stood on the porch for a moment and were sweating already. Charlene grabbed Joey's hand and said,"I want to go in the middle of the biggest wheat field." Joey pointed to the north and said,"The north field is the biggest...it's about 900 acres..dad nicknamed it...little Kansas."
Charlene pulled him off the porch and said,"Let's go...I want to walk to the center of little Kansas."
The walked side by side....naked except for socks and shoes into the north field. Charlene loved the way the tall wheat felt on her legs...especially when it brushed between them. Joey on the other hand had lost his stiffness...his mind was on Charlene's beautiful body but his member was being stung once in a while from wheat catching on it.
By the time they reach what Joey thought was close to the middle...they were soaked with sweat. Joey mentioned that they should have brought a canteen of water. Charlene looked at a darkening sky and said,"We have plenty of water...on the way."
She started licking and kissing the beads of sweat from around his lips. Joey began doing the same to her. Joey and Charlene could taste the salt....the sweet salt of sex. They began to kiss...softly at first and then wildly.
The distant thunder was like a symphony orchestra warming up to perform. Tiny drops of rain began to fall as they held each other and swayed to catch the rain in their mouths. A soft and steady rain began to fall.
Charlene grabbed his stiff member with her hands and whispered to Joey that he could use one finger. She gently fondled him as he felt the outer lips of her mound. Her hair was so soft and wet. Charlene suddenly twisted around and backed up to Joey. She reached behind and grabbed his member again. She whispered loudly for him to keep time with her.
Joey reached around her...fondling her nipples with his left hand and her mound with his right. He found the little lobe between the lips and gently rubbed it. Charlene was writhing a little and breathing hard. She was stroking Joey's member and felt pumping in her hands and the hot streak splash on her back....mixing with the rain water.
Joey was finished himself but not with Charlene. She growled at him,"Put your finger in...put it in dammit!" She leaned back and put her hands on the ground. She spread her legs wider as Joey knelt down...inserted his finger and felt the deep, soft, warm wetness. The rain began to fall harder as if it wanted to touch Charlene. Joey slowly moved it back and forth. She cried out,"Faster Joey...do it faster."
Thunder and lightning excited Charlene and she wanted to feel the very heart of nature...pounding inside her.
Joey plunged his middle finger in and out as the wetness increased. Rain was running down her stomach...through her garden. He put his left hand up to her face and she took his thumb in her mouth. She bit down on his thumb as he went faster. Her body began to tremble as she arched her hips up. Joey could feel the tightening on his finger. She released with a scream and fell back in the bed of wheat. Her heart pounded like the thunder as she collapsed.
The rain eased away to a fine mist.
Joey laid down next to her and stroked her face. A little blood was at the base of his thumb where she bit him but the pain felt good.
Charlene laid her head on Joey's chest and softly said with a trembling tone,"This is our place Joey....the middle of little Kansas." They rested a little while and walked back to the farm house hand in hand.
Days turned into weeks. Everyday was a new adventure for them. Charlene rode on the hood of the tractor while Joey drove it around. They played in the hay mound of the barn. For three weeks they never put on a stitch of clothes except for shoes and socks.
On the after noon of August 29th.....they knew that it was the last day before Joey's parents came home. It was hot but there was a nice breeze. Charlene looked out across the north field and saw the wheat swaying. She was laid back in Joey's arms. Joey whispered,"I never want this to end...never."
She stroked his arm softly and said,"It won't Joey...you'll see...I will always be here...right here with you." She slowly sat up and said,"Get your shoes on...we're going back to little Kansas." They got their shoes on...Charlene grabbed the old red and blue blanket from the swing and Joey filled a canteen with water. She could see in his eyes...a distant sadness...invisible tears.
