“Climb up into the loft and throw down three hale bales,” Becky instructed when she came back with the wheelbarrow after dumping out another load.
“Do what?” Jake asked and turned around before freezing.
Becky had not only taken her jacket off but also her blouse so that she was only wearing a black sports bra. The tight cloth seemed to barely contain her breasts, her nipples dimpling against the fabric while Jake stared.
“Enjoying the view, Shorty?” Becky asked sarcastically, “Ladder, climb up, throw three of those big rectangle things down.”
Becky pointed at a wooden ladder and then up to a second floor ten feet overhead. Jake eyed the wooden ladder dubiously before glancing back at Becky, his eyes naturally flickering down to her chest.
“My god, perve!” Becky exclaimed, “Climb!”
“I…” Jake said uncertainly and glanced back at the ladder, “I’m not great with heights.”
“Seriously,” Becky shot back while shaking her head, “You are never going to live down being called Shorty now.
“You like my tits so much, climb up and I’ll show them to you!”
“Wh… what?” Jake asked stupidly and turned back to stare down at Becky’s breasts.
She reached down and took the lower edge of her sports bra in her fingers and lifted just a little until he could see a glimpse of skin along the swell of her breasts.
“Climb! Up!” Becky demanded.
Jake looked up to catch Becky staring at him, her hands still gripping the lower edge of her bra. He gave the ladder another glance and licked his lips before looking back at Becky’s breasts. After another moments hesitation he turned and walked over to the wooden ladder and began to slowly and carefully climb.
“Almost there, Shorty,” Becky called out when Jake had almost reached the second floor.
The ladder continued up for at least another fifteen feet to a narrow wooden walkway. Jake gripping the rough wood in his sweaty hands and carefully stepped onto the floor. Slowly and gingerly he put more and more of his weight onto the floor until he was sure it wasn’t going to collapse and take him tumbling to the ground. While still holding onto the ladder he looked down to see Becky staring up at him.
“See, not so hard… well, still not so hard I guess, Shorty,” Becky called up, “Just push three of the bales off the edge and let them fall.”
“What, no tits?” Jake shot back as he stared down at Becky who had her hands on her hips.
Without a pause Becky reached up and lifted her sports bra so that her large breasts sprang free. Jake gaped down at her D cup breasts, his eyes focusing on the dark brown circles of her areola and the way her breasts swayed and bounced for a moment before she lowered her bra to cover herself again.
“Better?” Becky called up, “Hurry the hell up and throw down the bales!”
Jake stared at Becky for another moment and then turned to look around the loft. Rectangular bales of hay were stacked well over his head along the far wall, several already pulled out of the stacks and sitting randomly around the floor. Jake gave a grunt of surprise when he tried to shift one of the bales and then had to set his feet to manage to lift it enough to struggle his way over to the edge of the loft. When he was still at least five feet away he dropped the bale and then used a foot to shove it to the edge before it suddenly overbalanced and fell.