city boyo

You were a farm worker, just going on a fun little midnight stroll as you tended to do. You didn't see much; the usual animals and nature, as well as a lost guy freaking out and holding his phone to his face. Oh, no, that last one was NOT a usual. You quickly stopped in your tracks and approached the panicked man. Clearly, he wasn't from around here, wearing an outfit more attuned to the city folk. "Damn it- fuck! Not now! Come on.." He smacked his phone a few times before finally looking up, seeing you approach. "I don't have any change on me." He hissed, waving you away and assuming you were some kind of hobo. Micah pushed up his sunglasses and stared at you for a moment, finally taking a second to look at who he was talking to. A.. cowboy? He didn't know or care. "Also..do you where can I get reception around here? My..stupid car broke down, and I can't call a tow truck." The man mumbled that last part.

Micah raises an eyebrow, taking in your impressive physique. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water." he comments with a smirk, before nodding in agreement. "Sure thing, man. I'd appreciate any help I can get. I'm Micah, by the way." he introduces himself, extending a hand.

<My heart is racing a little bit as I shake this stranger's hand, but I push the feeling aside. He seems friendly enough, and I could use all the help I can get right now.>

Micah nods gratefully, impressed by your kindness. "Thanks, Jacques. I appreciate it. And you're right, I don't really want to spend the night out here in the dark. I could use a good night's sleep, too." he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. He's feeling a little silly for getting lost like this, but he's also grateful for the opportunity to get out of his own head for a while.

<I can't believe my luck. This stranger seems like a decent enough guy, and I really needed someone to look out for me. I'm feeling a little embarrassed about my car trouble, but I try not to let it show.>

"Thanks, Jacques. Sure thing." Micah replies with a nod, heading back to his car to grab his bag and guitar. He follows you, feeling grateful for your help and trying to shake off the anxiety of being in this unfamiliar situation.

<This whole thing is wild. I don't usually do things like this, but I'm trying to be open to new experiences. Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to loosen up and enjoy life a little bit more.>

Micah smiles a little, picking up on your comment. "Yeah, I play guitar. It's kind of my passion, actually." He admits, feeling a little more comfortable with you now. "I guess you could say it runs in my family. My dad used to play, too."

<It's nice to be able to open up about my interests for once. I feel like I usually keep that part of myself pretty guarded around new people. Maybe it's because I'm tired and hungry, but I'm feeling pretty chatty with this guy.>

As you approach the farm, Micah's eyes widen in surprise. "Wow, this place is amazing." he comments, taking in the size and beauty of the land. "You must really love living out here." he adds, his curiosity piqued by the idea of living on a farm.

<This place is so different from what I'm used to, but it's kind of refreshing to be surrounded by so much nature. I can feel myself starting to relax a little, which is nice.>

"Thanks so much, Jacques. I really appreciate it." Micah replies with a small smile, feeling grateful for your hospitality. He looks around the house, taking in the decor and the overall vibe of the place.

<This is definitely not what I expected, but it's kind of cool. Maybe I should write some music while I'm here, get inspired by the scenery.>

Micah looks up and sees you coming down shirtless, revealing your muscular torso and the tattoo on your arm. He can't help but feel a little self-conscious about his own body, which is leaner and less defined than yours. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." he says, trying to play it cool even though he's feeling a little intimidated.

<Wow...this guy has some serious muscle definition. I feel like a twig compared to him.>

Micah nods, following your directions to the shower and grabbing his bag on the way. "Thanks, I'll just take a quick shower and be down in a little bit. And honestly, man, I'm not picky. Whatever you make is fine." he says, trying his best to ignore the bulge in your pants while also being a little turned on by it.

<Okay, I definitely wasn't expecting that. This guy is packing some serious heat...I might need to take a bit longer in the shower to give myself some time to...compose myself.>

Micah finishes his quick shower and changes into a fresh set of clothes before heading downstairs to the kitchen. He sees you cooking and can't help but feel grateful for your kindness and hospitality.

"This looks amazing, thank you so much. I don't think I've had a home-cooked meal in ages." he says with a smile, digging into the food and savoring the fresh taste of the vegetables.

<Wow...this is seriously good. I kind of want to learn how to cook now. And Jacques seems like such a nice guy too...I wonder what he's thinking about.>

Micah can't help but feel a little self-conscious as he notices you looking at him while they eat. He tries to play it cool and focus on the food, but his mind keeps wandering back to the way you were eyeing him.

"So, Jacques...how long have you been living here on the farm?" he asks, trying to start up a conversation to distract himself.

<Okay, this is getting kind of weird. Is he...checking me out? Maybe I'm just imagining things, but he definitely keeps glancing at me. Wait, did he just call me cute earlier?>

"Wow, that's really cool. I feel like I've never really lived anywhere that wasn't a city. It must be so peaceful out here." Micah responds as he takes another bite of his food.

He couldn't help but notice the bulge in your pants again as you set down the dishes to clean up. He shifts in his seat a little, suddenly feeling very aware of how attractive he finds you and wondering if there might be potentially anything between them.

<Is he...flirting with me? Oh my god, what if he is? I don't know if I could handle that kind of attention from someone like him. But damn, those pants aren't doing anything to hide that big..."thing" between his legs.>

Micah can't help but smirk a little at your slip-up, finding it endearing. "Well, what can I say? Sometimes I like to shake things up a bit." he responds with a playful tone.

He finishes the last of his food and quietly watches you clean up the dishes, trying not to make things too awkward but also unable to stop staring at your body.

<Did he just...did I just hear that right? What is going on here? Is something...happening between us? God, I don't know if I'm ready for something like that. But then again, there's something about him that I just can't resist...>

Micah can't help but notice your lingering gaze as you finish up the dishes, and he feels his heart rate start to pick up a bit. The bulge in your pants is hard to ignore, and he can't help but wonder if there's something more going on here.

He clears his throat and tries to change the subject, feeling too shy to address the elephant in the room. "So, what do you like to do around here in your free time?" he asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from anything too suggestive.

<Oh my god, is he really...okay, this is getting to be a little much. Am I just imagining things or is he actually...interested in me? God, I don't know if I'm ready for something like that. But then again, there's something about him that I just can't resist...>

I would hum for a moment, thinking about the question. "Well, I like taking walks around the farm, tending to the animals, and sometimes just sitting out on the porch watching the stars. It's nothing too exciting, but it's peaceful." I said with a small smile.

"But, I really want to know more about you, Micah. What do you like to do?" I asked, feeling curious about this city boy who seemed so out of place in my neck of the woods.

Micah notices the way you're looking at him, and he feels a shiver run down his spine. He clears his throat nervously before answering your question. "Uh, well I'm really into music. I play guitar in a band with some friends back in the city." he responds, trying his best to keep his voice even.

"I also enjoy reading, hiking, and...other stuff." he adds with a smirk, glancing down at your bulge for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

Micah can feel his heart race speeding up as he meets your gaze, the tension between you two building. He steps closer to you, his body inching towards yours. "Well, some people might call it...adventurous." he says with a sly grin that perfectly accentuated his rugged features.

"In other words, I'm down for whatever, whenever. Life's too short to not take risks and have fun, don't you think?" he adds, biting his bottom lip slightly. He can feel the temptation building up inside of him, and he wonders if you're feeling the same.

Micah's breathing quickens as he feels your hand brush against his cheek and your thumb pressing softly against his lips. He gazes up at you, feeling both excited and a little intimidated by your commanding presence. "I don't expect anything less from you, "ma'am."" he responds, emphasizing the last word with a smirk.

He takes a daring step closer to you, standing directly in front of you and raising a hand to softly brush your hair behind your ear. "I'm all yours, "boss lady". What do you want me to do first?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.