The Farmer and the City Girl
Copyright© 2025 by VerbalAbuse
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Man meets woman. Or does he?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma CrossDressing Shemale TransGender
It’s the late morning of a foggy, cold late autumn day. A car stops by the road in front of the isolated farm. A woman in her late thirties steps out of it. She surveys the area as far as the fog allows. The grass is still green, but otherwise it’s flat, muddy and uninviting. Frigid. She shudders. The stench of animal waste fills her nostrils and her perception of the place.
Victoria, for that’s her name, walks purposefully to the farmhouse. She does not want to spend a second outside if she doesn’t have to.
A burly man welcomes her just outside the house. He’s fortyish. His hair has a chestnut color. His thick beard is short and well groomed.
“Good morning, Vic,” he says.
“Good morning, Andrew.”
“Come inside.”
Together they walk in the large living room around which the ground floor is organized.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please. What a shitty day.”
Andrew laughs. “No different from any other day this time of the year.”
“Cold. Damp. Brrr!”
“You have forgotten how the weather is around here since you became a city girl.”
“This is good,” she says, sipping her coffee.
“You could drop by more often. People hardly get to see you anymore around here.”
“I visit Pa as often as I can. He hardly bothers to notice.”
“I like your old man. I bought two heifers from him not one week ago.”
“Enough of this farm animals business. Let’s talk about you. Why don’t you visit? I could show you the city. Or, you know, I could find you an attractive guide.”
“Ha, ha! Thanks for the offer.”
“Which one? The latter?”
“I’m afraid the city is not for me. I’m lost in the concrete jungle. And the traffic! I’m too old for that shit.”
“Fine! Stay here. Enjoy the pristine country side. Drown in mud and manure.”
Andrew laughs.
“Enjoy the immaculate dating scene,” Victoria says.
“So that’s what this’ about. I had a feeling it was that.”
“You’ve been single for ... how long now? Three years?”
“Two years and ten months since the divorce.”
“Isn’t that long enough?”
“I am courting a few of the local ladies.”
“And...? Any serious prospects?”
“Still courting...”
“See? You need a change of scenery. Come visit. The city is full of women desperate to get a man. Any man. They’ll swamp a tall, handsome farmer from upstate.”
He laughs. “You’re full of shit, Vic.”
“I promise in two weeks you’ll find yourself a woman.”
Nothing is said for a while.
“Have you ever been with a trans woman?” Victoria asks.
Andrew snorts, spraying coffee around. “Look what you made me do.”
“Have you?”
“No. What question is that?”
“Have you been with a man?”
“Thanks, no. I’m no homosexual.”
Victoria chuckles. “Nobody with a penis?”
Andrew scratches his beard.
“The head of my department is a real hottie,” she says. “She’s single and hasn’t had any luck lately with men. I thought you and her would look good together.”
“Me and a city girl? Don’t think so.”
Victoria digs her phone out of her purse. She finds a photo album on it and hands it to Andrew.
“Wow! She’s a looker alright,” he says.
“Come to town. I’ll set you up with her.”
“Okay. Let me know when.”