Chapter 4

Erin did a couple of laps around the farmyard to let me get used to being on a bike. I held Erin tight around her waist, and it felt like we were about to fall when Erin turned into a corner. I wanted to lean the other way, but I remembered what Erin had told me.

Hot Stuff waved to us as Erin gunned it into the first paddock.

“Whoo hoo,” I yelled as we sped past the sheep, making them scatter.

Erin leaned forward and cranked up the speed. We hit bump after bump, and I could feel something sexual happening, similar to the ute this morning, but more intense. I was getting turned on as the bike hit the ruts and bumps, and I could feel my panties becoming wet before I moved my hands inside Erin’s t-shirt to her boobs and held and squeezed them, feeling her already hard nipples. After a thirty-minute ride, we arrived at the dam, both flushed and aroused.

We ripped our clothes off and held each other as we kissed each other’s faces before Erin kissed her way down to my boobs, kissing them and licking my hardened nipples, running her fingers through my pubic hair.

I squeezed her boobs and threw my head back as Erin kissed me up and down my neck. We were frantic with our desire for each other. We fell to the dusty, hard ground, rolling around. First, I’d be on top, then Erin. We played with each other’s boobs, roughed up the other’s hair, and as I put my hand between Erin’s legs, I looked up and saw hundreds of eyes staring at us. “Eeeeeeck, shit,” I let out.

Erin turned around and laughed. “They’re only sheep, Babe. They want a drink and won’t hurt you. C’mon, let’s get in the water.”

We ran into the dam, and the water was freezing. I thought it would be much warmer because of the daytime temperature in the high thirties.

We put our arms around each other’s necks. Our nipples stuck out like bright beacons because of the cold water. We pulled each other close, squashing our boobs together, and ground our crotches against the others. “Mmmm, Babe. I could get used to this. You feel so good in my arms. I don’t want to let go of you.”

“I love it too. What a pity we live so far apart.” We broke our kiss, and Erin raced off into the shallows, collected some mud, and threw it at me. I rushed her, knocking her over into the sludge, and we began wrestling, covering each other with black, sticky, smelly mud. After our wrestling finished, you could only see the whites of our eyes, with bodies covered in the stuff, and smelled terrible.

We sat on the dusty ground, and you could feel the mud drying from the scorching sun. Erin got the plastic bag and put our clothes in it. “Time to go for a shower, stinky one.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one that stinks. You do too.”

Helmets on, we rode back to the homestead naked. Again, Erin deliberately hit as many bumps as possible, raising our sexual desire. My pussy was so wet when we arrived back at the homestead. I wanted to fuck Erin as soon as I got off the bike, but we had to clean up.