"You're crazy," he said.

"Sure, I am," she said, laughing. "But you want to. I can see it in your eyes."

This had to be the damnedest situation that Alan had ever been involved in. Here was the nicest looking girl he'd ever seen asking him if he wanted to fuck.

"The boys around here are dull," Stella said. She put her fingers on his arm and stroked him just like she'd been stroking the car. "I mean, they know where to put it, but they don't treat a girl right. I think some of them would rather do it with sheep and cows."

"You shouldn't be talking this way," he said, pulling his arm back.

He had a hard-on in his trousers that was threatening to break out at any minute.

"I know you want to," she said, and she put her hand on his cock. She only left it there for a second and he could feel the warmth of her hand. Then she pulled her hand away laughing. "Mmmmm. I bet you know how to treat a girl."

She turned around and started walking away from him again. He stood there with his mouth open. Had this sweet young thing really touched his prick?

She turned off on a well trodden path and he followed. In a few minutes they were standing in front of a huge red barn, just like the ones in the paintings.

"We'll go in here," she said.

She went into the barn and again he followed. She climbed up a ladder and he went up after her. They were standing in a little wooden room that smelled of hay.

"I thought you said we were going to your house," he said.

"We will," she said, ginning. "But first we're going to have a little fun. Wouldn't you like that?" He felt like screaming. The sexy young girl reached behind her back and unbuttoned her halter. He trembled with excitement as she shrugged the halter off her shoulders.

Alan's mouth dropped open as he stared at the luscious melon-shaped tits that spilled out of her halter. Her firm, shapely tits were tanned just as deeply brown as she was. Almost a nut-brown. Like a South Seas girl.