I hide my finished sewing project in my sack and go outside. There's still three or four hours until the sun goes down and it's cooling down as a cloud wall in the distance threatens rain. I think it will miss us.
I find Oscar and Petir tilling a recently harvested patch. They're taking used straw from the goat house with the composted waste from the outhouse and tilling it into the soil. Oscar is loading the wheelbarrow and Petir is digging it in. I greet them in Graboshen then grab a hoe. We talked about it already and decided to plant trellised beans here next, so I start digging appropriately sized rows in the fertilized soil.
It's hard work, but an hour later we're almost done. Oscar empties the wheelbarrow and declares we'll stop here for the day. He thanks us and then wanders back to the cottage.
Petir and I stand a little awkwardly together for a few moments before Petir asks "Will you be coming to the shed today?"
I nod, too embarrassed to say anything.
He nods back, then begins walking down the path to where his house is. "See you later then."
"See you later." My heart is beating loud in my chest.
Petir is tall, not orc tall but tall for a goblin. He has red skin and a kind-looking face with long manly tusks. His hair is reddish black and cut short. He's 26, and I think he's my boyfriend.
I don't know if he's my boyfriend, I'm too shy to ask. But I'm interested in him and I think he's interested in me. Also, we've been making out for the last week.
It began two weeks ago when I started to work on the farm with Oscar. My plan then was still to try and get to the sunken starship. Oscar offered me a salary of 60tack a day to help him around the farm. Which is generous considering I'm eating their food and sleeping in their room. I wanted to work for free. But he insisted I needed some money to find my feet and he needed another worker anyway.
When Oscar and Auntie's children decided to move back to the Southern Archipelago seven years ago, Oscar had decided to hire Petir to help in their stead. Petir usually eats breakfast and dinner with us so I met him the first morning after I came here. Once we started to work together I began to fancy him proper.
We can't really talk that much because my Graboshen is so poor, but I get the impression he's the quiet type anyway.
I like that he's very hard working and I know Oscar wouldn't be able to manage the farm without him. He also looks very nice shirtless in the hessian trousers worn by labourers. He isn't massive and barrel-chested like Gordon was but has a lean musculature on a lanky goblin frame.
On my third day working the farm Oscar had had trouble with his back and finished early, while Petir and I kept weeding the fields. A rare summer rain shower had passed over interrupting our labour. We had initially decided to keep working, but as the rain got worse Petir had led me to shelter in the shed where the goat's hay was stored.
We sat and I did my best to speak with him, he seemed to find my efforts amusing. We sat and talked alone until I had begun to shiver in my wet linen dress. Without saying anything he moved next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. We sat like that in silence until the rain passed.
The next day Oscar had stayed indoors with Auntie to let his back recover. So it was just Petir and I working the fields alone again. We worked in silence that day. I'd become too aware of him to easily chat. But when we stopped for lunch I decided to sit close to him, so close that we touched. Once we were finished eating our bread and cheese he wrapped his arm around me again. We sat in silence for a few minutes then went back to work.
This continued each day. We would work together with Oscar and then every moment alone we would be touching. I was improving my Graboshen all the time and I was happy practicing with him. His hands were also gradually becoming a bit bolder, and would rest on my thigh or around my waist while we sat together.
A week ago it escalated. Auntie had taken me to the market for the first time which had taken most of the day. After we came back home, I found Oscar working alone in the field, who told me it had been Petir's day off. I worked with him until late afternoon when Oscar decided he was finished for the day. He told me to feed the goats and then said I could finish as well.
When I went to the hay shed though, I found Petir sitting and smoking his tobacco pipe inside. He wasn't wearing the dirty hessian trousers he wore when he worked, but instead a pair of red goat-wool trousers and a purple linen poncho. Since I was doing my last chore of the day, I decided to sit with him for a while.
When I sat down next to him like I usually did, rather than put his arm around me he took my chin in his hand and leaned over to kiss me. An hour later when we finally separated it was almost dark and I had to hurry to feed the goats and be back to Auntie's cottage in time for dinner.
For the last week, we've met every day to make out. Sometimes in the hay shed and sometimes we go to his small cottage on the edge of the Dirtytoe farm. I'm shy to go further but I let him feel me over my clothes and I started feeling him over his. I know he wants to go further. He's asked to take my dress off but I'm always so sweaty and dusty from work I feel too self-conscious. Besides, the underwear I made with Auntie is a little drab despite the high-quality cloth we made it from. But I finished a nicer set today.
I fetch my sewing project, my nicest white dress and purple silk shawl. I go behind the cottage and use the barrel of water there to wipe myself clean. I decide to wipe a few places especially well, just in case. I haven't decided yet how far I'm ready to go.
I dry myself, then dress in my clean clothes and walk to the hay shed. It's still an hour or two until dark.
Petir is already sitting and smoking on the hay bale, dressed again in his clean linen clothes. I think he's bathed for me too. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to smoke in the hay shed.
I stand just inside the shed while we watch each other for a minute. I think we both know we're going to go further today.
I let my shawl fall to the clean hay-covered ground and take off my boots. Petir puts his pipe away, being careful with the smouldering ashes, then takes off his shoes, still sitting on the hay bale.
I approach slowly and gracefully, and I bend over to kiss his lips. He's taller than me, but we're close enough in height that I still need to bend over when he sits.
He gently grasps my butt and fondles for a few seconds, before breaking our kiss and then questioningly tugs at my dress. I'm looking him in the eye and I nod. He stands up in front of me and I raise my arms as he slowly pulls my dress over my head.
My new bra is made of the light pink silk shawl I took from Gordon. I've sewn the thin dark pink lace ribbon along its edges and I'm very happy with the effect it has on my dark pink skin. The straps are made thin, almost cord like and tied in a bow in the back. My panties are the same silk and lace.
Petir stands and admires me, I feel a blush coming. But I don't hide from him. I want him to see me. He takes me in his arms and begins kissing me more passionately than ever. I'll need to tell the lace-making grandma her lace worked a charm.
He gropes my butt as he breaks our kiss to sit back down. I follow and straddle his lap, I can feel his erection rubbing against my slit through our clothes. I take off his poncho revealing his chest. He begins touching my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, it's made from just silk and ribbon so it feels like there's nothing between my skin and his hand.
He flips me over so I'm lying on my back with him straddling me. He presses against me through his pants. I decide to be a little bolder, and begin to untie his belt cord.
He lets me pull his pants down to his thigh, then wriggles out of them entirely. We're now both in our underwear. He begins kissing me again and gropes my chest more passionately. Before I can say anything his hands slide under the cloth of my bra. I let him lift my back off the hay slightly so he can untie the strap. My breasts are exposed and he kisses them. This is further than I thought we'd go today but I find myself wanting more.
I can barely reach his erection with his head on my breasts, but I begin to awkwardly rub him through his trousers. He sits up slightly then questioningly pulls on the hem of his underwear.
I nod hesitantly and he sits up and takes them off, revealing his erect penis.
His attention goes back to my breasts and I begin to awkwardly rub his dick. I've never touched one before but I think I can guess how it's done. Petir's cock is much smaller than Gordon's but is still quite large for a goblin and nicely curved.
One of his hands finds its way under my panties' fabric, he looks at me passionately and I nod again. I'm already wet for his fingers. I don't think this is his first time touching a girl, he knows what he's doing and soon I'm breathing hard.
He continues to sit on top of me while we pleasure each other. Soon he begins to grunt slightly and tenses as streams of cum land on my breasts and stomach.
He stares at me hungrily, we both want to go further.
My underwear is slid off and I spread my legs for him. He kisses me passionately as he directs himself inside of me, whoever said my first time would hurt is a damn liar, I feel amazing as he continues to kiss me while he thrusts slowly.
My breath hitches as he breaks our kiss and lifts me by my waist and begins to thrust harder and faster. Ok, he's thrusting so hard it hurts a little bit, but I'm too close to cumming to ask him to stop.
I begin to moan as he squeezes my butt in his hands while he lifts and pounds me. Heat grunts and my back arches as we cum together. I feel his warmth fill my womb as he puts me down and lies beside me, I roll with him so he remains inside me. We hug and he begins to run his fingers through my hair while I feel him become flaccid inside me. My eyes flutter shut, I feel warm and safe.
I wake up in a soft golden light, I can feel arms around me and something hard presses into my crotch. I panic a moment thinking we must have slept in the barn all night, but it's only sunset. I must have fallen asleep for less than 20 minutes. I wouldn't want to worry Auntie by missing dinner.
Petir is still holding me while we lay on the hay bale, he strokes my hair and softly grinds his erect cock against me. I kiss him gently, then stand up and find my clothes.
I have cum on my stomach and dripping from between my legs. I can smell my own fluids drying too.
I put my dress on, I might as well wait until after I've washed myself before putting on underwear.
Petir stands up and wraps me in a hug from behind. His touch feels electric and I twitch as he rubs my breast through my soft linen dress.
"Stay." His hands slip to my waist and pulls me into his erection. He rests his chin on the top of my head.
"Auntie will come looking if I miss dinner." He's grinding into my butt and holding my stomach.
"Don't worry about it." I can feel his throat vibrate while he speaks. "She checked on you a few minutes before you woke up. She said she'd leave some food out for us and that you could sleep in my bed tonight if you like."
My face flushes. There are no secrets around perceptive old women.
Petir still grinds against me, and I feel my eyes instinctually flutter shut in the warmth of his embrace. I'm already dripping wet for him.
"Ok, but slowly this time."
In the end, we do sleep in the hay shed.
