“No butter?” Bill asked after a minute.
“Oh, shoot!” Becky said and nodded, “Yea, we need butter, I forgot.”
Bill gave another nod and then folded the list to put in his shirt pocket.
“If you think of anything more you can text me,” he replied.
“Anything particular you want done while you’re gone?” Becky asked and sat down at the kitchen table with a bowl of grapes and cottage cheese.
Bill glanced at Jake for a moment and then shook his head, “No, nothing particular, you know your chores.”
Becky glanced at Jake suspiciously but only nodded, Bill standing up to give her a hug and a kiss a half hour later before heading out the door. Jake watched him go and then jumped when Becky kicked him under the table.
“Hurry up, we need to go take care of the horses,” Becky said.
“But…” Jake began.
“The horsed don’t know the time,” Becky shot back, “Or the day. We get the horses taken care of and then see if we can’t find something else to keep us busy.”
Becky stood up and turned away from Jake while intentionally swaying her butt. Jake’s eyes followed her ass, her panties slipping between her cheeks to leave most of her skin bare while she walked over to wash out her bowl and leave it in the drying rack. The roar of an engine started and then the crunch of gravel as Bill’s F350 pulled away, Becky turning to stare at Jake as she stretched, her long, lean body raising up on her tiptoes while her night shirt rode upward to reveal the smooth curves of the bottom of her breasts.
“Hurry up, Shorty,” Becky said.
“I’m already dressed if you haven’t noticed,” Jake shot back, “Unlike some!”
Becky turned and leaned over the kitchen sink while she stood on tiptoe, her ass sticking out while she watched her father’s truck drive away.
“So am I,” Becky said once the truck had disappeared down the road.
She walked to the mudroom and shoved her feet into the rubber boots and then turned to stare at Jake.
“You coming?” Becky asked and then glanced down at Jake’s crotch, “Or did you already finish?”
Jake shook his head and then stood to wash his own bowl, Becky already heading towards the barn. Even with Becky’s constant distraction the morning went by quickly. Jake found himself enjoying the work as well as every glimpse of Becky’s straw covered body. He even managed to climb into the loft to toss down three bales of hay without incident.
“Do I get to feel your tits again?” Jake asked with a grin when he jumped off the ladder a foot or two above the floor.
“Oh, my god, you perve! No!” Becky shot back, “You should have asked before you climbed down!”
“Oh…” Jake said in disappointment when Becky had turned and walked away.
When lunch arrived Becky still didn’t bother to put on any clothes, returning to the house and sitting at the table in only her cut off night shirt and panties. Jake found it impossible not to stare after noticing he could see just a hint of Becky’s dark areola through the tan fabric of her top.
“Quit looking at my tits, perve,” Becky finally said while they ate lunch.
“Quit showing them off then,” Jake shot back.