Platonic love

Summer of 83, this is the year I turn 18, I'm already a woman, formed for my age too but to a girl after all.

This year I will go to my grandmother's house to the field, I will be good to spend a few days in nature surrounded by animals and plants.

My grandmother is a venerable old lady of sixty-something hippie in his youth was so now is as liberal and crazy as I am.

It has a farm outside of a lost stain village with cows and all kinds of animals.

The day after my arrival, she is away and I receive your say, foreman; a big guy and tan with green eyes and a body to die for, the drill with his eyes and imagine a warmer welcome.

With one hand take my heavy suitcase and accompanied me to my room, telling me that my grandmother will return soon. I close my eyes and imagine him against abordándome comfortable and trying to kiss my neck as his hands slide down inside my shirt when the sound of the door closing behind it brings me back to reality.

I get distracted by ordering my clothes, while I try out of my head, but it is very difficult to forget the aroma of your body.

From the bedroom window I see blatantly as Matthew (as it is called) works on a damaged tractor, his body smeared with a mixture of sweat and grease brings me back to his side, his muscular arms taking me by the waist as with a coat of clear my shirt and let my breasts hovering adolescents. Again the sound of the tractor engine brings me back to my room.

I shower with cold water slightly, but not even that I lower the heater. I dry and seen a white shirt tied at the waist and the shortest skirt I found in a suitcase and come back to meet him.

Like a silly girl start a conversation with Matthew while I wandered around the tractor, is looking at me and I'll teach, but too correct, if not my age or for fear of losing their job.

Anyway, I think tonight will have a good adrenaline temperature with what I have shown you.

There comes my grandmother and I'm running to greet her, but not before saying goodbye with a gentle touch of my hands on the waist of Matthew, which remains lying beneath the tractor.

After talking hours with my grandmother I go to my room and open the windows of the attic where disclosed by "my foreman" I look at the thinking of her naked torso stars.

Something catches my eyes look to the barn, it is Matthew who introduced him as a fox in a henhouse.

Low running and quietly look for my foreman to find him lying on top of a blonde woman in her thirties. Both naked and loving like their first date. I stand watching them for a while until I noticed that Matthew has discovered my presence and I'm blushing up to my room.

Shame soil gaze leaves me when I step up beside him and going to market, but goodbye to me as if nothing had happened, only to later shy out of my throat.

Day after day, summer comes to an end and back to my home town with the picture of Matthew etched in my mind.

Hoping to get that summer I whatever it is between the hay with him, I am content to have him as my imaginary lover for that warm August. I'll settle for that green eyed brunet has been ...... my platonic love.