Country
Face it. You're a nice guy. You see a pretty girl working hard, you want to help, even without a reward in the end. That's what you were about to do. She was brunette, white, wearing a tied-up pink shirt and jean shorts. She was lifting these awfully heavy-looking boxes of vegetables on this awfully tall cart. You went up and asked if you could help. She turns around, brushing her hair aside. She thanks you, confirming for you that she does indeed have a strong country accent. She says if you could help her she could give you some of her produce after the work was done. You both got to work. You picked up some of the boxes, exclaiming that they were surprisingly heavy and you weren't sure how she got them up there in the first place. She giggled and said you tend to gather some muscle at farmwork, flexing jokingly yet showing some decent build in her arms.
That aside you kept working. Soon enough all the boxes were loaded up and ready to be taken to the farmers' market. She hopped on her horse and told you to follow suit. You obliged and hopped on. You wrapped your arms around her waist for support. You made sure it didn't make her uncomfortable. She said it didn't, and that she even liked it a bit. You rode off towards the marketplace.
The ride was bumpy and more times than you could count your crotch brushed up against her butt, which you had noticed during your work was very shapely and juicy. She didn't seem to mind/notice so you simply enjoyed the contact. You arrived soon enough and unloaded the load and it wasn't long before it was night and you were riding back to her farm, boxes empty and pockets full of cash. Or in her case, bra full of cash, as she had a habit of putting her profits in the most secure place she had. Didn't bother you one bit, no sir. You got back and hopped off her horse, both satisfied with a good day's work. She came up to you and apologized that she didn't have anything left to give you as thanks. You said it was fine and being able to help was more than enough reward. But she wasn't taking no for an answer. She was going to reward you whether you liked it or not.
"Well, how's this for a replacement?"
She grabed you by the collar of you shirt and kissed you like her life depended on it. You responded by grabbing her waist and answering her oral assault. The two of you fell back, landing on a soft pile of hay. You shared a lugh and she rolled onto you. She untied her shirt, leaving only her tank top and whatever was underneath. She cast the cloth aside. You started to take off your shirt. But she stopped you, saying you had done more than enough work for today. She was going to do the work now. She proceeded to practically tear off your shirt and her own top, revealing a torn-up bra barely containing her ample bust. She said she knew it was about time she got a new one, and having said that she ripped said bra apart, allowing her breasts to bounce free. She Tore off your and her pants and undies and proceeded to rock your world country style.