She knew she really shouldn’t be watching this. It wasn’t the ladylike thing to do. But she couldn’t help herself. After Abigail Mae brought him the water, he’d started almost immediately to disrobe beside the washtub. Her chubby, youthful face turned beet red and she quickly turned to excuse herself. She moved quickly off around the building, but paused as she turned the corner. “What if I had stayed,” she thought. “Would he have just stripped naked right there in front of me?” One hand moved up to her mouth and she bit down on her finger. “And then what? Would he have … fucked me?”

She was too shy and embarrassed to go back to him, but she could not help herself. She took a peek around the corner to see where he was standing. The wash basin had been set out on a clear patch of grass behind the bunkhouse. It was no proper tub for a bath, but served fine for getting the dirt and grime washed off after a long day’s ride. Annie had seemed opposed to the man using their tub, and Abigail Mae had settled for this as a suitable option. Now, she was glad for it. The tub had been inside, and out here, she could get a view of him as he washed. Peering around, she saw he had tossed his shirt and boots aside and was removing his gun belt. She drank in the sight of him. His body was like chiseled stone, muscular and tight, sleek and trim. He had a bit of hair on his chest the same color as his shaggy golden locks. Her eyes drifted down to follow the trail of golden hair as it led into his pants. As he began to unfasten his pants, his head lifted slightly. Abigail Mae quickly darted her head back around the corner. She sunk down and sat on the ground, her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest. She slid one hand into the top of her dress to press it against her heart. It didn’t calm down.

She closed her eyes, but all she could see in her mind’s eye was him pulling down his pants, and she noticed that her hand was no longer on her heart. It was cupping one of her breasts and squeezing. Finally, she heard a splash and decided it was worth the risk to take another look. Abigail Mae bit her lip and craned her neck around to see him. She hadn’t missed a thing. The splash was him taking up a handful of water and washing his face. He still had his pants on, but now water ran down off his face and onto his chest. As she stared at his chest, her hand instinctively went to her breast again, this time she shuffled the strap off one shoulder and let it slide down until one of her large tits hung out. With her thumb and forefinger, she gave her rosy pink nipple a squeeze and had to hold in a sigh of delight.

When she saw the first buttons of his trousers pop free, she gave her nipple a twist, unintentionally. Her whole body was flush and rife with anticipation. Then she saw it. He shuffled his pants down slowly, sliding his hips back and forth as he worked them down, and as he did, his cock dangled and swung back and forth between his legs. This wasn’t the first cock Abigail Mae had seen, but it was definitely one of the best. It was still limp, but it hung down several inches. She was transfixed, gazing at it, as he discarded his pants.

He stepped into the washtub, and used a small pail to pour water down his naked body. His back was to her now, and she could still see his balls and the head of his cock hanging between his legs where they parted slightly because of his stance. Turning her attention back to herself, she slid her hand underneath her dress and her fingers were greeted with the wetness of her pussy. She began touching herself, and trying to sneak furtive glances around the corner, but it was awkward with her dress bunched up around her. Finally, she resolved that anything worth doing was worth doing all the way. She reached back and popped open the top two buttons on the back of the dress and shuffled it down, allowing her other breast to spill out of the wide top. She looked at her breasts for a moment. They weren’t as firm as Annie’s, as round as Maddie’s or as perky as Darlene’s, but they had a softness and slight downward slope to them made them very appealing. She lifted her ass off the ground and slid the pink flowery dress off past her feet and tossed it in the grass beside her.

The voluptuous teen guided her right hand swiftly back down to her pussy and firmly squeezed one breast with her left. Now that she felt like she was in a more comfortable position, she turned her head once more to look around at Bill. He was more or less clean now. All of the filth he rode in with now muddied the water at his feet. His body was slightly turned towards her now and his hands slid down his chest, sloughing water off as they ran down. She slid one finger inside herself probing as deep as it would go. She watched as he slid his hands down the length of his body to shed the excess water. Then, to her surprise, his hand slid down to his cock. She let out a little gasp that she feared he had heard. But if he had, he showed no sign of it. She watched as his strong hand began to pull and tug at his manhood. “Was he…?” she wondered “Is he going to pleasure himself?”

As he slid his hand down the length of his now hardening member, she slid another finger inside of herself. He pulled his hand away and with pulsing throbs she saw his cock grow and grow until it stood straight out from his body. It looked huge, glistening and throbbing there in the sunlight, wreathed at its base by small golden mane of pubic hair, now matted to his skin. She thought it must have been at least the full length of her hand, if not longer, though it was admittedly tough to tell from so far away. It had a slight upwards curve to it and she imagined what that would feel like inside of her. She realized quickly that two fingers were not nearly sufficient to simulate it, so she resolved to add a third. Her pussy was tight and a bit reluctant to allow the third finger to enter, but with several repeated thrusts in and out, it yielded. Once inside her, she tried to curve her fingers in the same direction his cock would be inside of her. Bill clamped on tight with his right hand near the head of the cock and allowed his grasp to roll slowly down to its base and back again. When his hand reached the tip, he paused and rolled it around and around in his hand. Abigail Mae sat, mesmerized at the sight. Her hands unthinkingly operating on their own, plunging deep within her pussy and tugging and kneading her breasts. Suddenly Bill began feverishly stroking his cock, swiftly running his grasp all the way from the base to the tip in strong pounding motions. She found herself trying to match her strokes in time with his but found it difficult to keep pace. Then with a sudden welling feeling it came over her. She let out a breathless sigh as her womanhood quivered in her hands, tremors pulsing out down her legs. It was a powerful orgasm. The strongest she’d had in a long time… definitely the strongest she’d ever felt using only her hand. She let out a sigh and pressed against the wall at her back. Small beads of sweat glistened across her breast as she pressed her hand once more to her heart to feel it pounding away. She began to grab for her dress and took one more peek around the building. Bill had stepped from the tub, his erection subsiding with small twitches as it lost its tumescence, and he was pulling on his pants. “Did he cum?” she asked herself. If he had she saw no sign of it. No sticky white goo in his hand or on the ground around him.

As he rose up, she the sudden fear rolled over her that he may have caught a glimpse of her, which prompted his sudden stop. With all the haste she could manage, she slipped her dress on over her head and hurried off to the kitchen. In all the excitement Abigail Mae had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be cooking supper.