Ambrose Farm

[Brandybee]

Ram,   you know those heel marks in your back?    They are soooooooooo back there to get the next episode written.  LOL

Next one ASAP ppppplease , i love the intro to this story …  and ….     check out Erotic Story Contest 10 OT

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[AusWoody]

Nice story Ram,

Dont let Brandy bully you into writing a story  you dont need 10,000 A$

leave them to me 

its already hard enough for me to get on the podium

@Brandybee 'This is not the author your looking for'

[Amethyst]

Mia Ambrose

I drive down the fine country road and spot the familiar Orchard to the right of me.
“Oh how I have missed this place,” I think of my Grandfather and get a sinking feeling. This place won't be the same without him around the place. Last time, I was here for my Grandma's funeral 20 years ago and sadly I didn't get to stick around. Dad was still being stubborn and pigheaded and made us take the next flight out straight after the funeral. It didn't matter that I wanted to stay.

When my father got a bee in his bonnet, it was always his way and whenever I questioned mum, she'd just say, “That's how it is, the men are the ones who take charge where we come from.” 
I used to hate the fact she would never stand up to dad. It was always his way and he could never be won over by a sweet smile or my sad pitiful looks.

I Spot Mrs Millers farm , its looking a little shabby but then she must be nearly 86yrs old now so it's to be expected I guess, I wonder if her son Joshua is still about the farm.

I pull the car over and stretch my legs, taking in the distant views of the orchard when I spot a huge brown and white horse.
Wondering who he belongs to, I walk my way across to him. He doesn't seem phased by my presence and is happily pulling at the trees.

I notice a crowd of men all stood looking over at me , one with a shotgun. They wasn't seriously going to shoot this beautiful animal!
“Listen lady, this is private land, you need to be stepping off to the side now, I don’t need no tree hugger encouraging the accursed animal…” 
Did he seriously just call me a treehugger!
“You WILL NOT shoot this animal. This place belongs to my grandfather and while I am around, NO horses will be getting shot,”
My tone is less than friendly as I pull off an apple and offer it to the horse in an act of defiance. The horse readily takes the ripened fruit from me without hesitation as I pat his mane. 

He steps forward striding over to me and as he approaches, I wonder how such a handsome man with warm eyes can be so damn callous as to want to kill a horse.
He explains that the horse belongs to Mrs Miller, but I am barely listening. His appearance has me distracted almost instantly. He is gorgeous! His dark tussled hair is short and he has the most amazing deep eyes.

My heart starts to skip a little with tension as I see him striding over to me and begin imagining those strong arms around me,and his lips pressing against mine. I have needed the touch of a man for so long now and this guy was definitely all man. His toned muscles tell me he is a hard worker and he seems to have some respect from the crowd he's previously been stood with.

I shake my head, dropping my gaze and return to reality. I offer up a suggestion as a solution which he accepts, much to my surprise. I'd heard alot about how the men were around here, that they didn't take no orders from a barking woman and by all accounts,the men definitely wore the trousers around these parts.

I can sense he is disgruntled by my presence and as he storms off to do more work, ordering one of his farm hands to help me with my things, I feel a sudden disappointment that our meeting is brief.

Once inside I head for the coffee maker. Right now, I could use one, its been a long haul and I'm starting to feel tired, I notice a brown leather box resting on the side of a unit in the kitchen. It's open as if someone has already been looking through it.

I start to pick them up one by one , so many photos and most are of my Grandafther and Ray. They look close, very close, almost like father and son and I realise now why my lawyer said the farm will be left to Ray as a joint ownership with myself. It was apparent my grandfather loved Ray as his own. 

The door opens and I see him stride into the room. He has no shirt on and his hair is wet and tussled, sweat on his chest, he doesn't see me at first and then glances up catching my gaze. I lower my head trying to avoid staring at him but as he speaks to me it's very difficult to not be distracted as the testosterone oozes from his every pore.

My stomach turns, almost fluttering and I feel a strange wave of emotion whip through my soul.
We have a brief conversation and yet he also seems distracted, maybe it's just been a long day for both of us , at least that's what I decide to put it down too.

We decide that it's ok for him to stay in the house and as he leaves to take a shower. I can't help but watch him go. He turns back before the door closes and catches me staring , leaving me feeling a little embarrassed. I blush.

I take a walk around the home and as I do the ghost images of my past strike out at me, my Grandfathers chair , his old clock that he loved and for a brief moment I picture his ghost sat there smiling at me.

I Find the spare guest room and decide this is where I will sleep. I really can't face the main bedroom just yet. 
I walk in and close the door dropping onto the bed.

I sit up and peel my stockings off and lay back bringing my head to rest. I take the spare pillow and wrap it in my arms, hugging it intending on just resting my eyes for a little while and I drift off.

[Ramius_Ryan]

Ray…..

The shower I took was longer than usual, zoning out as we sometimes do with so much happening today.

Again habit took over, and once done with the shower I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper, wrapped the towel around my waist after toweling off my hair and headed upstairs. At the top of the stair, I took a right and walked right into my bedroom, opened a drawer and unwrapped my towel as I reached for a fresh pair of boxers. It was only then I glanced over to see Mia curled up on my bed and sleeping soundly.

Standing there with my towel still open, I casually wrap it around my waist again and move to the window to close the curtain. It’s then that I see Frank leaning against one of the barns casually gnawing on a piece of straw as he’s gazing up toward the second floor windows. Tilting my head, I watch him for a moment not entirely sure if he can see me. I’ve never cared for the guy, in our business we don’t ask a lot of questions of those willing to get their hands dirty. The works hard, the pay is low, and most of those willing to take the work can’t find better for good reason.

I sigh heavily and close the old curtains until they touch, it’s still just barely light out and the well-worn curtains still manage to keep the light out well enough. Turning toward the bed, still in my towel I look at Mia, she must be utterly exhausted from her trip and the day’s events. I watch her for some time, maybe a minute as she’s stunning. I was instantly attracted to her this morning, as she stood before me in that same sundress she has on now, just riding up her creamy thigh as she slumbers.

Reaching down, my fingers just barely graze the calf of her leg before gripping the top of my blanket and I cover her up somewhat reluctantly. The sight of Frank just now, staring at the house like some kind of predator put’s me ill at easy. At this point I take a moment to check the downstairs windows are locked, and lock the front and back doors respectively. This is not something I would normally do, especially living in the rural area of Maine, but now that Art’s granddaughter is here and my suspicious feeling about Frank, I secure the house.

Entering Art’s room for the first time since he died, I look around slowly, leave the door open behind me and lay back on his bed, not bothering to cover up. I found it odd that she ask me to stay at the house with her, the way she looks at me at times in the short time we’ve know each other sets me to wonder about her. As I close my eyes, my thoughts on her, her intentions for the farm, and her creamy bare thigh….

[Brandybee]

Really enjoying it guys.  More, More.  LOL.

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