My Little Farm Girl(35)

I never stopped touching her as I showed her how to fit her legs and arms in the stirrups that would pull her legs up and down as she laid on her back. All this was part of her training, the way she let me lead her, never questioning anything I said or did, was very telling.

“I’ll be right over here.” Once again I set myself up where she could have an unobstructed view of me as I got on the weight bench. Again her eyes followed my every move as I worked my arms and legs together.



We were there for an hour before I felt she’d had enough for one day, but of course I had to put my hands on her to show her how to stretch to work out all the kinks.

Her skin was hot to the touch and the fine hairs on her arms stood up as I ran my hands down the outside of her arms, giving them a light massage.

She had her eyes closed as I looked down at her from my place behind her, her mouth slightly opened as she tried to control her breathing. Her breasts pushed together as I worked her arms and from my vantage point I could see the deep cleavage that formed between them.

Her skin had a scent to it that I hadn’t noticed before; it was almost spicy and went straight to my head and my dick. When I bent her almost double in front of me to stretch her back, her ass brushed my cock for the barest of seconds and I almost shot off right then and there.

“Why don’t you hop in the shower Kitten and we’ll get going?” I whispered in her ear, making sure my lips grazed it, sending shivers down her spine. She shook herself as if coming out of a daze as I watched her walk on unsteady legs towards the stairs.

Fuck that was close; I took another minute or two to calm myself before following her upstairs. In my own shower I turned on the cold water and dunked my head, trying to calm down my libido.

I found my hand on my cock and caught myself after the third stroke. ‘No Callan.’ I removed my hand and soaped up the rest of my body vigorously as I willed my cock to go down, gritting my teeth each time the memory of her hot body or the hungry look in her eyes as she’d watched me intruded.

I was dressed and ready by the time she came out of her room. She was a little more composed but I didn’t mean for that to last too long.









Her first appointment was with a beauty consultant. The woman seemed to know her stuff except when it came to Kitten’s hair. “No.”

“Sir?”

“I said no, you’re not cutting her hair.”

“But it will work better for what we’re looking for if we just took a few inches off…”

My glare was all that was needed to change her mind. I hovered over everything like a concerned dad as she went from one place to the next.

I never knew there was so much involved in this side of things. She had to have her skin studied for some fucked up reason, which someone tried explaining to me, had to do with make-up tones whatever the fuck that is.

Her body had to be measured and weighed and her nails, hands, feet, everything came under scrutiny. By hour three she was holding my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

By then the consultants were turning to me for answers instead of her, as they realized that each time they asked her something, she deferred to me. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.

We broke for lunch and I made sure our table had a booth so that we could sit close together. There wasn’t a time that I wasn’t touching her in some way, all casually of course.

I saw the light of excitement in her as the dark cloud from the day before receded. She was a lot more animated as she prattled on to me about all the exciting things she’d learned that day and all that laid ahead.

Tomorrow is when the real work started, when they would start implementing the things they’d discussed today. “Come. Don’t forget your packet.”

“Oh yes sorry.” She grabbed the folder they’d sent her home with. They’d told her what colors worked best with her hair and skin tone and I think there was a nutrition list in there as well that we’d go over later. Right now I wanted her all to myself though, and riding on her high, I knew just the thing I wanted to do.

Knowing her I knew that she wouldn’t have accepted me taking her shopping. I’m sure I could’ve worn her down, but I wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as I planned to.

With her mind full of dreams of what was to come, I was sure she would probably just see it as an extension of the day. “First we have to replace your phone.” I squeezed her hand when I felt her slight hesitation at my mention of the day before.

I didn’t make a big production of it just bought her the same exact one as the one that had been destroyed, before dragging her off to the next store.