1.The Incident
By David Angelo

                         February 19th 1997 was not really the beginning, 
but that
was the day it all happened. For Mandy Mitchell, it started as just another
day.  She and Tom had bought the 400-acre farm three years ago, just as the
younger of two boys had started school, on the basis that she would do the
light daily chores and that he would continue his job with the stock and
station agents.  Heavy tasks, like re-swinging a gate, would wait until the
weekend when he and the boys were home.
                         Raised on a farm herself, the jobs were largely 
routine -
shifting stock, checking the water, minor repairs to fences, adjusting the
electric fence for pasture control, spraying the detested thistles, so the
days usually passed in an uneventful procession.  Today, the household
chores were all done, and she thought she would check the water supply at
the far end of the farm before the real heat of the day made moving about
unpleasant.
                         The farm was relatively long and narrow and they 
shared a
small stream with their rear neighbour that meandered more or less along
their rear boundary.  Because the stream was not in one property or the
other, each had fenced the stream off so that stock could not wander up and
down it and cross into neighbouring properties.  But this meant that an
alternative water supply had to be provided at this extreme point by means
of a small boat pump set in a sump near the river, and powered by a car
battery
                         She went into the bedroom to change, slipped off her
dress, unhooked her bra and removed her panties. She glanced at herself in
the mirror and was pleased that the tan was virtually completely even at
last.  At thirty-nine, Mandy was still in good shape - firm nicely rounded
breasts, reasonably flat stomach in spite of two kids, good legs, and
weight only a whisker more than she would have preferred. The emphasis on
the tan occurred in mid January, on her return from their recent holiday.
Catching herself in the mirror, she thought she looked grotesque with two
white boobs, a snow white bottom and a white Y on each foot from the
sandals she had worn, contrasting sharply with an otherwise evenly tanned
body.
                         So for the last six weeks, whenever she had work 
to do on
the middle of the farm, she took the opportunity to slip her sun frock off
for ten to fifteen minutes and to do whatever work was required in the
nude. Mandy had the theory that she would tan more evenly if she constantly
moved around in the sun rather than just lying on a towel in one position.
She had even bought three new pairs of sandals, which she wore on alternate
days, each with thin straps or strings in different positions, so that her
feet now had an even tan.
                         The sunfrock she slipped over her head was a medium
length, buff coloured cotton tube with a drawstring that tied in the front
and secured it under her arms. Mandy selected sandals, a hat and headed for
the door remembering to pick up the battery voltmeter as she went out.
                         It was a bit hot to walk the whole distance, so 
she put
her weed wand in the pannier of the four-wheeler and decided that she might
as well ride until she struck a gate that wouldn't open easily.
                         As she bounced along the track, she became 
conscious of a
butterfly sensation in her stomach and a vague sensitivity in her breasts
and she imagined that she could see her nipples sticking out through her
cotton frock.  After fifteen years of marriage, she was pretty laid back
about sex and very comfortable in her relationship with Tom. It did not
have the fire of the early years of marriage but that was normal, wasn't
it?  Nevertheless, she had been disturbed by these feelings on several
other occasions this year but put it down to anticipating the sensuality
that working in the buff could induce.  She always got a tingling sensation
in her groin when she slipped her dress off and the waves of fresh air
first flowed over her body.  You're just an exhibitionist getting a cheap
thrill, she kidded herself. But the occasional waves of sexual longing
perplexed her and thoughts of a self-induced sexual release, had a certain
attraction.
                         No wonder she was tense. The gentle movement of her
unrestrained breasts against the dress had stimulated the nipples so that
they were now quite hard.  She braked to a standstill, switched off the
engine and clambered off.  After a quick glance around just to make sure
that no one was striding across the paddock, she slowly undid the bow,
pulled the string loose and let it slide over her breasts to the ground.
The fresh air caressed her body and there was no doubt about it - her
breasts were full and tight, her nipples erect, and to her surprise, she
felt a slight wetness between her legs.
                         What was happening to her? It was crazy, so she
vigorously attacked the defenceless weeds in the immediate vicinity with
her weed-stick, giving each a fatal dose of herbicide. After about ten
minutes, she found that the tension had left her so she stood over the
dress where she had let it fall, and drew it up and tightened the
drawstring. She had been tempted to ride as she was, but suspected that the
seat was a bit hot
                         When she reached the last gate, she parked the four-
wheeler in the only shade for some distance around, grabbed her voltmeter
and climbed over the gate.  She could hear the stream bubbling away and she
soon came to the little valley it had cut for itself. She climbed over the
last gate that guarded the streambed from the stock and found the sump in
which the boat pump was located. A two metre concrete pipe had been sunk
into the ground so that the pump was always immersed in water and the
delivery pipe snaked out of it and soon went underground back to the trough
on the farm side of the fence. A cable followed the pipe and was connected
to a float in the trough, so that when the water level dropped it switched
the pump on and refilled it. The battery, however, was beside the trough -
well out of the way of the raging winter floods and encased by a louvered
box.  She lifted the lid of the sump and verified that there was plenty of
water in the bottom, then walked back to the gate, hopped over it and
tracked down the trough.  It was full, so it had been working all right.
She removed the cover from the battery, clamped the leads from the
voltmeter to the terminals and saw that it was only two volts dawn. Then
she depressed the float, which activated the pump immediately and was
pleased with the steady flow of water that soon erupted from the delivery
pipe.  The voltage dropped another three volts as the pump laboured and
that suggested that it would last another week at least, before the battery
had to be exchanged or taken back to the shed for recharging.
                         Having replaced the cover, she thought that she 
had done
enough manual work for the moment, so climbed back over the gate and
wandered back to the stream. Since the area was free of stock, the grass on
the bank was quite long so she undid her bow again and slipped off her
dress and rolled it into a ball for a headrest. She took off her sandals
and lay in the sun with her hat tipped over her eyes. She spread her legs
so that the sun could tan the insides of her thighs but was immediately
unsettled by the surge of tension again.  The long grass, like a tender
lover, had caressed her bottom, her ankles, the lower part of her legs and
inside her thighs and she felt a fluttering excitement within as her
breasts tightened and her nipples hardened.
                         It was not long before she felt overwhelmingly hot 
in the
sun in this windless valley and decided that the only solution was to cool-
off with a swim.  At this time of the year the stream had a very low flow
of water, which was quite warm. There were no really deep pools, just short
pockets of water up to your waist in places trailing off to shallow patches
up to your knees. She selected a pool that looked inviting and which was
partly shaded by an overhanging shrub on the bank.  Mandy lowered herself
into the velvety water, but found that while the gently swirling water
cooled her body, it also stimulated her fantasies - swimming with nothing
on always aroused a special feeling within her. She sat on the bottom,
wedged against the bank with just her head showing, and wondered whether
she was missing something in life.

OooOOOooo

                         Thursday February the 19th, was shaping up to be 
much the
same as any other for David. David was twenty-three years old and was
living and working with his parents on a farm that they had owned in the
Valley for the last fifteen years.  Although it was one of the larger farms
in the area, the returns were not such that it was likely to support
another family if he chose to marry and stay there. Michael Carr was only
fifty-five, and at least ten years off retirement, so David had decided
that he better obtain some other qualification in the meantime. David
thought that he might do an Ag science degree, since he was interested in
farm technology and things mechanical, and see what opportunities were
available when he qualified.  Two of his friends had that degree and both
were now in excellent positions in industry and while he was keen on
farming, he knew he would enjoy doing either of their jobs. One option was
take all the papers in the science part of the degree and see if the marks
were good enough to qualify him for entrance to the medical degree, at
either Auckland or Otago and to test whether he was a natural enough
student to do the hard grind for that degree.
                         So David's parents had agreed to support him at 
Massey,
rather than use a student loan, provided that he worked the farm in the
holidays, particularly in the month of February when his parents liked to
spend as much time as they could at their bach on Taupo.  He had arranged
to go into a flat in the City with some senior vet students and he was
really looking forward to that.
                         David's social life had been pretty limited. The
extraordinary social activity for which the rural areas were famous fifty
years ago had changed completely and circumstances had led him into a bit
of a social backwater. A far-seeing county council had bucked the fashion
and encouraged subdivision and life style blocks, but the young women were
just kids or widowed and he had not found many that were eligible in
between.
                         He gathered up the breakfast dishes, put them in the
washer and decided that it was going to be a scorcher. Not a day for
digging postholes anyway. A better option would be to slash some of the
overhanging bushes along one of the permanent fence lines at the rear of
the property to ensure that the electrified top wire was not shorting out
when it rained.  He had noticed that the voltage was down a bit over the
last section and it was probably the bushes that were causing it. He loaded
up the little trailer attached to the four-wheeler with everything he might
need since it was a long way back if he forgot anything, and set off.
                         As he rolled along he thrilled again at the 
prospect of
moving into town. For his age, he thought, his sexual experience was
practically zero.  He had no difficulty with socialising. It was just that
the opportunities had not been there to date.  He didn't see himself as a
raving stud after every skirt, but he had felt sexual pressures
increasingly over the last few months.  Subtle at first.  He would wake
with an erection if he had been laying the wrong way.  He seemed to have an
increased interest in the glossy photos in his mother's magazines, and he
found that he kept recalling the details of his last sexual encounter some
months earlier.
                         He had been at a party on a neighbour's farm at which
there was quite a crowd, a great number of whom he had never met before.
One quite attractive young woman had engaged him in conversation and
captured his attention as she described the subject of her thesis for a
masterate in social work. The evening was quite hot and the drinks that
they had, instead of cooling them, made them feel suffocated. They had
wandered out into the garden area around the homestead and found themselves
at the end of a line shelter bushes that looked across the valley.  The sky
was dark, but the stars were bright and the lightest of warm breezes gave
them a sense of well being. She knew that he lived nearby and said how
lucky he was to live in such a romantic atmosphere. That had not been his
experience to date but it looked as if it was all changing for the better.
He touched her hand and she had turned to face him.  Now kissing was
something he had had a bit of practice at and they were soon locked in an
embrace that really wound him up.  The kisses went on and on as tongues and
lips explored, and he became aware that she had twisted her body so that
the hand that had previously been on her back, was now perilously close to
her left breast.  He had very tentatively inched it around until his hand
completely covered her breast and was rewarded by a sudden intensification
of the kisses. This soon lead to a frenzied fumbling of clothes and buttons
and zips, and the thing that annoyed him so much now, was that it had all
happened so quickly, that he could not recall all the details of the
experience.  However, he could remember the overpowering sensation he had
when their naked bodies first touched. It made the shock from a powerful
electric fence pale to insignificance. David also recalled how strong the
drive to climax was, versus his desire to make those wonderful moments last
forever. In retrospect, he thought that she had had a bit more experience
than he had, because she seemed to know what she wanted and how to go about
achieving it. He would never forget his climax, or hers come to that,
because his was accompanied by four muscular spasms that he thought would
leave him an invalid for life, that thrust him into her unfathomable
depths. Hers was signalled by a sharp cry as she arched her back and
gripped his bottom. The marks of her nails on his skin were there for days.
They lay enmeshed and entranced by one another for some time as they
gathered their breath, but in the end his elbows were screaming in protest
and she became conscious of a sharp stone that was sticking into her back.
They had walked back to the house in warm togetherness, promising to make
contact in the near future. He phoned her and left a message, she phoned
back and left a message, then there were her exams and then she went home
for Christmas and the looked-for meeting never happened.
                         However, he had relived those moments very many 
times,
but it was so dark that he could not even properly recall what her body
looked like without clothes on. He also wished he had been a better lover
and had been more innovative, like he had read about in the occasional
novel.
                         His reverie ground to a halt. The offending bushes
beckoned and he realised that he had opened and closed five gates in a
complete dream. He parked in the shade of the bushes near the fence line,
disconnected the power to the fence so that the falling branches would not
short out the rest of the paddock, and squinted down the fence line. It
wasn't too bad after all. Only about five large branches at various spots,
which, once removed, would fix the problem completely.  He backed the
trailer upto the fence so that he gained a bit of extra height, fired up
the chainsaw and lopped off two of the branches.  The next three proved
more difficult to reach, so he tied a pruning saw to a sturdy branch and
hand-sawed them off.  He used his machete to trim the cut branches up a bit
so that when he threw them over the fence they settled down in a neatish
pile to rot away over time. At the end of all these exertions he was
extremely hot and sweaty so he thought he would ride to the end of the farm
and check the water trough near the stream.  David took off his shirt and
hopped on the four-wheeler. The air flow was wonderful, but the hot sultry
day seemed to inflame his sexuality and he was tempted take off the rest of
his clothes and see whether he could find a mossy area where he could lie
and have an orgasm by wriggling and squirming in the soft moss. Just
thinking about it caused an erection that was uncomfortable within his
tight underpants.
                         He reached the last fence and located the trough and
checked that it was full of water. He wondered why the previous owner had
not saved a hundred metres of piping by putting the trough at the other end
of the paddock. He supposed that stock could smell the water in the stream
and might knock the fence down if a trough was not in easy reach.
                         David could hear the water bubbling in the stream and
thought he would see what its level was like, so he climbed over the fence,
slid down the steep bank and stood on the narrow ledge on his side of the
stream. The beach, if you could call it that, was on the other side so he
kicked off his boots and socks and waded across to the other side. Just as
he thought, pretty low, even for this time of the year, but there was a
slightly deeper pool a bit further down in which he could swim. He glanced
around, then undid the button and zip on his shorts and slipped these off
with his underpants. The feeling was wonderful and he walked across the
stones and sank upto his neck in the tepid water. He let the water current
bounce him along downstream. This was the life, he thought.

OooOOOooo

                         Mandy heard the muted noise of a motorbike 
approaching
and wondered where the farmer from over the back could be going. She had
never met any of the rear neighbours - what was their name, Carr? Then the
noise stopped. She wondered if she should make a break for her clothes and
risk being caught out in the open if whoever it was, was standing on the
top of the terrace. She decided to stay put. Just as she thought she might
risk a move, she glimpsed a young man teetering across the river, as people
do with soft feet on river stones. Damn!
                         She pressed herself closer to the bank and sank 
lower in
the water.  He might not see me on this bright day if I stay in the shadow.
She watched as he stared at the river. He was a nicely built young man -
typical farmer though, with white ankles and feet and the outline of his
singlet showing through the tan of his upper body.  Then to her
astonishment, he slipped off his shorts and underpants and tossed them up
the bank. He was in good shape. Even at the distance she could see a flat
stomach, narrow waist, well-muscled thighs and buttocks and, surely not,
either a large dick or one close to an erection.  Mandy was suddenly
conscious that she had risen higher in the water in her desire to see
better, and that the butterflies were back in her stomach, along with the
generalised feeling of desire.
                         He was going swimming tool He'd better stay up in his
area, or - or what? What could she do?  Brazen it out?  She settled lower
in the water with just her nose above it, but thought that her face and
hair will soon be obvious.  So she took a breath and slowly sank beneath
the surface to completely wet her hair and when she resurfaced, she turned
her face away from him.  She had just persuaded herself that he would soon
get tired of this and go back because he wouldn't want to have to walk any
distance across those stones, when her hair was grabbed and she was jerked
upright.
                         She squealed with shock and pain as she got her 
feet and
legs to take the weight of her body as it was hauled upright.  David let go
of her hair and stared with stark disbelief. "My, God", he breathed, "I
thought you were dead. You gave me a hell of a fright", he accused.  Mandy
regained her balance and raised both hands and swept her hair back and
wiped the water from her eyes. "I was here first," she countered somewhat
defensively and inadequately.
                         Oblivious to his own nakedness, he just stood 
there like
an oaf, completely mesmerised by the vision of this beautiful brown body,
glistening as the water streamed off it, every curve accentuated as she
raised her arms to pull back her hair.
                         "I'm sorry I startled you, he blurted out.  I hope I
didn't hurt you. By the way, my name is David and I live on the property
behind yours, he added somewhat inconsequentially."   It's OK" she said,
"I'm Mandy and I was just cooling off."  "Yes, it's that sort of a day," he
added nervously, "although the stream water is very warm even for this time
of the year. I used to swim here a lot as a kid but haven't come here much
lately - you're newish in the district aren't you?  Do you use the pool
often?"
                         Mandy thought that this is bizarre.  Here we are 
standing
about half a metre from one another as if we were at a cocktail party,
chatting away about the weather and neither of us wearing a stitch of
clothing.  She could hardly have failed to have noticed the intense
inspection she had been given and was probably a good deal less self
conscious than she might otherwise have been, because of the time she had
spent walking about with nothing on.  He was so consumed by his appraisal
of her that he failed to notice similar scrutiny in return.
                         As if by mutual consent, they both turned and 
began to
walk towards the beach where she had left her clothes, there being no
pretence to any further modesty. He feasted on her glorious back, all one
even colour from head to toe, and now he could see her nicely shaped ankles
and feet as she picked her way across the stones. He still could not
believe what he was seeing. What loveliness in that beautiful skin, what
glorious breasts, what perfection? He felt smothered with breathlessness
and needed to get away.   Surely he was in a dream? Suddenly a stone
wobbled and she put out both arms for balance.  David caught her right
wrist, which steadied her momentarily, but she slipped forward on the next
stone, and because he was still holding her wrist, it swung her around to
face him.
                         To this day, he can never imagine what possessed 
him, but
he pulled her the last few inches towards him and kissed her on the lips.
Three things happened almost simultaneously.  The enormity of what he had
just done struck home.   To his embarrassment, David developed a full-scale
erection. And he realised that after a moment of absolute shocked
stillness, she was kissing him back.
                         Mandy decided that she better hurry up and get her 
sun
frock on before she made an absolute fool of herself. This young man seemed
to have arrived almost with the convenience of a dream and at a time when
she had never been experiencing higher levels of sexual tension. If she did
not get away from him immediately, she did not know how she would resist
putting her hands on his buttocks and crushing his firm, flat abdomen and
very nice dick against her red hot skin. Her own juices were flowing in a
torrent of excitement but she hoped that they might be mistaken for the
water still trickling down her body.  All these concerns abated suddenly as
she stumbled and struggled to regain her balance.  She found herself
swinging around in a half circle to face him. The movement seemed non-stop
until she found herself hard up against him and his lips were glued to her
own.  I can't handle this, her instincts screamed. Why can't I move? She
felt his hardness erupt against her stomach and the light covering of hair
on his chest tangling with her rigid nipples. She lost the fight at that
point, desire overcame common sense and she found herself returning the
kiss, tentatively at first then with unrestrained vigour. How sweet it was,
how consuming his ever widening mouth and probing tongue became, how right
it seemed at that moment.
                         David had never experienced unbridled lust before 
and the
emotion shocked him with its power. He wanted to eat her, each beautiful
part by each beautiful part - starting with her lips. He also wanted to let
her go so that he could watch her walk around and drink in every detail,
from every angle. Only his big hands clamped across her back and her hands
pulling his buttocks against her pelvis maintained their balance on the
rocky surface.
                         After what seemed like the longest kiss in 
history, they
finally surfaced for air and stared in amazement at one another. He didn't
know whether to apologise or jump for joy but they couldn't stand there
like that for ever and a day, so he just picked her up and carried her to
the grassy bank where he set her down near her dress. In normal
circumstances, he would have stumbled over the last stretch of stones, but
today he was surefooted and his strength was superhuman.  She picked up her
dress, opened it up like a towel and spread it on the grass, then sat on
it, leaning back on her elbows. He sank down beside her doing his best to
keep his erection in some sort of a dignified state by lying on his side.
He moved his arm over her to the other side of the ground and leant forward
to kiss her again. The fire was raging within seconds and she collapsed
back as she put her arms around him, drawing him down with her. Time stood
still as they rolled first one way then the other, their lips never parting
as their passion build up to white heat. Suddenly he did not think he could
hold out any longer and he fumbled to enter her. Responding to her own
needs, she grasped his dick and stroked it up and down the entrance to her
vagina, touching the clitoris and thoroughly wetting its head. Then she
placed the tip inside her vagina and pulled strongly on his buttocks. He
slid inside her like a velvety caress until their pelvic bones were almost
as one.  David thought that he had never experienced such a sensation even
in his wildest dreams. The internal muscles of her vagina were pulsing with
mini contractions, stroking him until all sense of reality left him and the
pent up tension of several months, exploded. He let out a cry that would
have been heard for a considerable distance as every muscle went rigid at
the moment of orgasm and his essence of life spurted into her.
                 Mandy had lost what semblance of control that she regained
after she sat down, as soon as he kissed her again.  All the vague longings
and strange feelings rose up like an army in revolt and assaulted her
senses, teasing emotion, sensitising nerve endings to concert pitch. He
breasts felt full and voluptuous and her nipples as hard as she could
remember.  Every blood vessel around her pelvis was engorged and sending
the most delicious sensations throughout her body.  I need him now, she
thought as she found his dick and stroked her entrance with it.  What a
glorious feeling it was in her hand, but what fire it created where it
touched and she found that the magnet within her was drawing it into her.
She could not bear to play with it any longer. Setting the head into the
entrance of her vagina, she grasped his buttocks and pulled him quickly
towards her. She almost climaxed with the exquisite sensation as he slid
inside her.  Finally, their pelvises fully engaged and she heard David let
out his great cry of ecstasy and sensed all the muscles of his body
tension.  The pressure on her clitoris became so intense that her climax
began a split second later. First a rolling wave of pleasure, rapidly
building up to a finale in which every nerve ending jangled and sang.  A
blinding white light enveloped her eyes and she seemed to become detached
from her body. A voice, which she thought she recognised as her own, could
be heard crying out in the distance. A great warmth coursed through her
body as it began to relax and her pulse rate and blood pressure returned to
normal.  She just lay there as if paralysed, either unable or unwilling to
move. She sensed David move on top of her and she realised that she was
still trying to pull him further inside her. Mandy opened her eyes and
touched his cheek. His look of concern disappeared when he realised that he
had not hurt her.
                         David felt weak and helpless but engulfed by an
incredible sense of euphoria. This was perfection, surely the moment to
die. He took his weight onto his arms and slowly withdrew his dick and
rolled onto his side. She was, clearly, as whacked as he was, but happily
relaxed. Apart from their brief introductory remarks, neither had spoken.
He wondered if remorse or guilt would be the next emotions to be
confronted.  Well, whatever was going to be would be; and nothing he could
say or do now would alter anything.  He leant forward, brushed her lips
with his, and without a word walked off to find his clothes. When he
reached the top of the far bank, he looked back and waved and left her
standing like a bronze sculpture, watching him depart. She slipped on her
dress and hat and started the walk back to the bike. He's got a slightly
sunburnt bottom, she thought ruefully.
                         David was thankful that he was leaving for town in 
the
next few days. He knew that he would have found the knowledge that there
was this desirable woman just across the back fence, pretty hard to ignore.
As it was, he suspected that the glorious images would flash in his mind
for many months - this time in bright Technicolor. A glorious chapter in
the book of life.  Perhaps he would write her a note to say how privileged
he felt to have spent that short but precious time with her, but then
again, he must do nothing that would interfere in any way with her
relationship with her husband.
                         Mandy climbed onto the bike and began the ride home
automatically.  She still felt numb, and her brain felt as if it did not
belong to her. Things like that did not happen to conventional,
conservative married women - they just did not! Married women might stray
for love, but not just for sex.    Maybe she was dreaming; must be!
                         She raced into the bathroom and showered every 
trace of
him away then threw her semen-stained dress in the wash and set it going.
There, that closes that chapter she thought, feeling strangely satisfied on
the one hand and extraordinarily unsettled on the other. I do hope he
doesn't contact me again - I'll remember this day forever without the added
embarrassment of seeing him as well.

                                 OooOOOooo
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