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Working With My Ranch Crew

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I live on this ranch and I’m kinna lock in to it for the long haul, unless bigag steals it from under me eventually. Ranch is between LaMesa and Lubbock, Texas and it’s got several miles or acres and a whole lot of damn cattle and a few coyotes and donkeys and horses and a few half breed mules that well just happened.

Anyway, it’s still my folks ranch, but will be mine someday if I stay and work it because I’m an only child and they are getting way up there in the years. I do have a house, it’s my old grandmother house which is on the ranch but for the cost if it staying there alone makes little sense so I spend more time up in my old room in the folks ranch house. Kinna like I never really left home but I did go to school for a while before returning. So share this house I guess, and meals and expenses.

My job on the ranch is primarily to keep the migrant ranch hands busy and to spend the day with them. Not that I dole out the work, as my father and Karl our ranch foreman do that, rather I have to get up early in the morning and go get these fellas. Depending on whats going on at the ranch or the time of season we have about 4 to 8 hires. They are mostly South American but we do get an American now and then. Primarily they are Mexican but have had a lot Guatemalan and Venezuelan guys too. Most of the Mexican hires end up being close friends while they work with me and come back again and again but the others don’t really do that. Our office in the house is in a bedroom across from my room and the migrant guys come up to email home and video chat and bank on the office PC so if I’m in my room they come in and chat a lot if I am there.

OK, so going to admit this here, yea I’ve been bad with the hired hands, as in yea I let a few of them put their hands on me but there’s a guy behind every tree here in West Texas, ya know. Be it not that often it has happened but is precarious to get away with. A few of the guys that kind of stirred my loins I knew were coming in the house to use the office. My bed is by the window and I’ve seen em coming in. It is hot as blazes in the summer in my room some evening so I sleep with little to nothing on and yea, I have an exhibitionist streak in me, so while my door was cracked open a few inches I would opossum sleep and either leave a tit out exposed for them to see or my cat. They would hesitate at the door and then take care of their business and then when they left if was enough for me to excite myself and rub one off a few times, so productive for me at least.

The folks were always real protective of me and what I wore around them until I came back from college and then once I was given crap about what I wore and pushed back hard and then that all stopped, so I gained a lot of new freedom to be myself.

In the morning I would leave the house to go get the day laborers but once summer rolled around I would switch out of pants and put shorts on and sometimes shed my bra to be free. There were times when I took the crew to work on fences out on the ranch and I wore a tshort or oversize button/snap down shirt because I was feel’in kind of deprived for attention. I would work sidebyside with they guys. ok, yea I have really big tits and nipples and I would not shy from swinging a sledgehammer or slack in help’in on the fence mending. Here, before noon it was hot and I would sweat thru the tshirt and I knew that they had no problems seeing thru my shirt. Some of guys got hardon distracted watching me too and I could clearly see that, which just made me horny and wet also.

When I wore my buttondown shirt I could lean over to work and pick up stuff so I knew that the guys behind me got full view of my tits hanging down and then guys in front of me got some view too. Although I was enjoying it all, I knew they did too and much more preferred spending the day out with me working rather than the ranch foreman Karl. These guys like me, and became protective of me when we were like going downtown for supplies or lunch. I appreciated it.

One day I was in a pretty frisky mood and make a leap in my showing, Usually they guys just step out to the other side of the trucjk if they have to take a leak but i would always run backl to the ranch house and leave them. We broke for lunch this time though and I had parked the pickup in a hill side. They guys had all taken out their food and were sitting on a pile of old telephone poles about 10 feet below the truck. Anyway, I had to go but didn’t feel like running back to the ranch so I told them all that I need to visit the other side of the truck and I take it they comprehended what i was saying because they reacted like they knew. But me, in a mood, and having a crew that I kind of liked, I decided to do something that made me nervous to do but I did it anyway.

When I went behind the truck I didn’t go behind the tire. Instead I had walked to the middle of the truck and pulled down my short and undies and squatted down and held onto the running board foot steps on the truck. Our truck is lifted 6 to 8 inches so I knew that the guys could clearly see me squatting from down below not far way. When I squatted I hesitated a bit and I heard the guys all get quiet and then whisper. I let go of the running board with one hand and then spread open my pussy and took a long squirting leak. Yea, I am meaty down there so it was all hanging down. May freak some out but no, didn’t need to wipe and I pulled my shorts back up and wondered my way around the front of the truck. I caught 2 of the guys putting away their cell phones while the lot glanced away from my eye contact and they all just innocently began their conversation again in Spanish.

I can still get a good edge thinking about it all when I’m laying in bed at night and I still give some of the guys a glance at me if it is early morning and they are running up to use the PC in the house. I did this one morning and I had my eyes closed and instead of a migrant worker it was Karl our ranch manager. He had pushed my door open quietly and got a good eye full of me. I didn’t hear the door and he had walked right up like 2 feet from me all bare chested and said Missy, where’s the truck keys and slung my covers over my . I just rolled my eyes under my covers. Not what I had expected.