Corn Girl_(1)

This story is fictional. It has to be, musn’t it? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representations herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental.
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Corn Girl


Indiana. I’m on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive. With great late summer weather, I preferred to drive. I could take the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local roads and small towns were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn fields on both sides were flying buy. The music on the radio was country/western, and the smell of corn under a hot late summer day was intense.

Some of the farmers had small shacks fronting the road where they offered vegetables for sale from their own gardens. On the way home, I thought, I’d stop and get some fresh tomatoes, corn, and cucumbers. It usually wasn’t any cheaper than buying the same thing in the grocery store, but the freshness and taste was far superior.

Whoa! What was that! I was passing one such shack, its wares displayed out front. In only a flash, I had seen the long thin legs, tight blue jeans shorts, naked midriff, white shirt, tied just below her chest and long blond hair. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the opposite side of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shiver of excitement through me. I would have gone back for a second look anyway, being the horny voyeur that I always was, but something made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with excitement. What was going on?

As I approached the shack from the east, little signs advertised its, offerings. Fresh sweet corn, cucumbers, tomatoes, just picked strawberries. Corn boil, $1.00. Stop ahead 500 feet, 250 feet, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a field entrance clearing. I knew there was a vehicle turn around up near the shack but I figured keeping the car and its license out of sight was
a good idea. What was I thinking? If she was pretty and alone would I attack her? Rape her? I’d never do that, I’m not violent, I’m pretty despicable at times, but not that! But what if she just got scared, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car unseen. I walked to the shack along the rows of corn.

Nobody seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in rectangular baskets on a table in front of the shack. Two small kettles were on a small propane stove, one with boiling water, the other, melted butter. The roof of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the back of the shack to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A small opening, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. I skirted the wall intending to walk around the shack and back to the front.

“Emmmmmmmm”, a soft feminine sound, drifted from the window. “Emmmmmmmmm”, there it was again. I quietly approached the window opening. I looked around to make sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 foot corn, only a small path around the shack had been mowed to keep the weeds down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitement. I peered past the corner of the window into the room. “Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh”. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her head rested on one sack of corn, her blond hair spread out behind her, her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips opening and closing. Her body splayed across several lower sacks. The sunlight slashed down the length of her young body. Her white blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunlight coming from the window. Her bare midriff golden in the light. Her legs were spread far apart, the blue jeans dangling around one ankle. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her fingers pulled upward exposing something yellow. It was a cob of corn, warm buttery corn from the corn boil, between her thighs, she was rubbing it up and down the length of her cunt. The kernels were glistening and buttery. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, little noises escaped her lips. My hands had unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free. I slid my hand up a down its hard length. I wanted to jack-off right there watching her. Her legs moved, she drew them up, bending at the knees. She must have been 13 maybe 14 at the most.