Your hands slowly worked the oil into your tanned body, across your tits and hard nipples...then down your tummy and inside your thighs as you opened ...our legs. Your hands and fingers seemed to linger on your titties, as if they were succumbing the invitation to play. I watched as you rolled those magnificent nipples between your fingertips and thumb tips ...long slow deliberate squeezes. Then you ran your palms over both tits, your touch lingering there as you massaged them. The oil seemed to. No introductions, none of the cautious 'first contact' formalities, just a stark simple question. I stared around nervously but found nobody. I was obviously in some sort of 'cargo compartment' for there was no sign of any controls, just another door in front of me. I knocked softly and tried speaking through the door. "Is there anybody there?" There was a short pause before the same voice replied. "Wait a minute." I was puzzled. The voice seemed almost human. In fact it was definitely human. I. My brief panties were red stretch lace, barely covering my mound, and a tiny g-string up the back was nestled between my round ass cheeks. She smiled appreciatively, and began undressing herself. First, she unbuttoned her suit jacket, flinging it onto the floor. She was wearing a black lace teddy underneath, her huge breasts straining against the material. She took off her pants then, and I could see there was nothing covering her pussy. The dark blond curls covering that delicious cunt were. The farmer got a good laugh out of this. Since Steven was there, and it was the peak of melon harvest, and it appeared he was capable of carrying a great deal on his back, the melon farmer convinced Steven to help him pick melons which amounted to Steven dragging the huge basket while the farmer placed the precious melons into it.When evening descended and Steven had walked another 5,768 steps in service of the melons, he sat with the farmer in the evening light looking out at the.