She was lying naked in the middle of one of the stalls that had been covered with about two feet of fresh hay that was loosely scattered about. Beside her was a silver tray with a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, some cheeses, strawberries, and grapes.
“My God, you are gorgeous lying there naked out in the open like this. You look just like a country girl,” he said, shifting his erection around in his jeans.
“I feel like a country girl, a slutty little country girl,” she smiled.
“Well, I don’t think that a picture of you lying there naked like that will make the cover of the 4-H Club magazine,” he chuckled.