Summary:There is something about the farm hand that works on her father's farm that Ashlynn cannot resist. She is a woman who has almost no interaction with men outside of the men in her family. So when she is forced to spend the night alone with the man who stirs all kinds of feelings in her, Ashlynn is not sure if she will be able to handle the man known as Bucky Barnes.

Warnings (for this part): Masturbation

The day that Bucky Barnes took the position as a farm hand on her father's farm was both the best and worst day of Ashlynn's life. She was happy that there would be someone else to help her father, Richard, around the farm besides her. But the moment she laid eyes on the man and heard his voice when he introduced himself, she knew that he was going to end up making her life a living hell.

Every time she was in the same room as Bucky, Ashlynn found herself blushing before rushing out of the room until he left. She did not know how to act around him or what to say. Most of the men that she ever held a conversation with was family, or her father's friends. She was homeschooled in a mostly female group and then went to an all women's college; no male interactions there.

Then there were the feeling that Bucky stirred up inside of her whenever he was around. He was just so damn attractive, Ashlynn could not handle the affect he had on her. Never had she met a man like him before in her life.

Bucky Barnes was tall, standing at about 6 foot, meaning he had to look down at her 5'5" self. Muscular and not just the type of muscles one might get from working on a farm. He had these rugged good looks with a sharp jaw line that he either kept clean shaven or looks as though he had not touched a razor in days, she loved both looks on him. He had these eyes, so blue she felt like she could just drown in them. And, God, how she wanted to just run her hands through his hair, it looked so silky smooth. Then there was the matter of his metal arm; she knew she should view it as being completely dangerous, but there was something very erotic about that arm...Maybe she had just read too many cheesy romance novels in her life.

Since his first day on the farm, Ashlynn always made sure she was in a position to watch Bucky work. Watching the way his muscles would bulge, seeing body glistening with sweat, and hearing his grunts when the task took a little more effort, it was almost like a live porno; even more amazing to watch when he would take his shirt off from the heat. Her whole body would flush, heat pooling in her core; she was embarrassed at just how wet she would get just by watching the man work. And yet another reason she tried to avoid him, because she did not trust herself to be in the same room with him and not say something inappropriate to him.

It also helped that for the most part her father was always around so that she was never completely alone with Bucky. There was no way Ashlynn would survive being left alone with that man.

On one, hot, July morning, Ashlynn finds herself in the exact position that she had feared. Her father, Richard, will be gone for much of the day, and that leaves her alone with Bucky and a whole house to themselves.

"But, Daddy, can't you just give him the day off if you are going to be gone?" Ashlynn begs her father, following him out of the kitchen.

"It is his day off, Ash, but he was nice enough to come today and work on the porch, rebuilding it for us."

"But Daddy…"

Richard turns and quickly cuts her off, "Ash, Bucky is a good man, and I would not have hired him if he wasn't. I do not understand why you do not like him,"

"It is not that I don't like him, I just…"

"If you are so uncomfortable, keep to doing your own thing and avoid him. Work in your flower garden or work with the horses. Whatever, but I really wish you would try to get to know him. It would really be good for you."

Ashlynn remains silent, biting her bottom lip and follows her father out to his truck is a wicker basket.

"Well, I made some goodies for Uncle Lucas; I got up early to finish a lasagna for him and also I made some of his favorite brownies. Tell him I hope he has a speedy recovery and that I send my love."

Richard smiles at his daughter, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "I'll tell him. I should be back about mid-afternoon or so, depends on how your Lucas is feeling."

"Okay Daddy. I love you."

"Love you too...be nice."

Ashlynn sends him off with a wave and stands there watching his truck go down the gravel road until he is completely out of sight. Once he is gone, she turns her attention over to Bucky who is already at work on the front porch. As if he could feel her eyes on him, he pauses in what he is doing and looks up at her. He gives her a boyish grin and a small wave, making her heart stop. A light blush crosses her cheeks, and she waves back with a nod and heads off to the barn to take care of the horses.

Before she realizes it, it was nearly noon. Her stomach was making strange sounds, signaling it was time to stop and eat. But first, she needed a shower and a change of clothes.

Heading back up to the house, Ashlynn was able to catch a quick glimpse at Bucky. A small whimper falls from her lips; he had already removed his shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips showing off his v line, and dripping sweat. She could see his back muscles flex as he lifted some ply wood. She could not handle standing there watching anymore, or she was going to combust.

She takes off running to the back door and rushes up the stairs to her bathroom. Her heart pounds in her chest, she feels her clit throbbing in need. After a few deep breaths, she pushes off of the door and gets the water ready for her shower.

Stripping off her dirty clothes, Ashlynn steps into the hot water and relaxes into the cool tile of the shower. Her mind begins to wander back to Bucky, and one hand moves down her body between her legs.

A gasp falls from her mouth as her fingers lightly trace her lower lips, feeling how wet she already was. She uses two fingers to lightly trace her clit, her hips jerking the more she teases the little bundle of nerve. Her other hand comes up to grasp her breast, tweaking her nipples between her fingers. The hand between her legs moves as she slips her two fingers slowly in her wet pussy. She lets out a small cry, thrusting her fingers and building a fast pace.

In her mind, it was Bucky's metal fingers deep in her cunt, curling and thrusting faster, palm slapping against her clit. It was Bucky torturing her nipple, pulling and twisting before he sucks the hard peak in his mouth. Her head falls back, and she does not try to quiet her cries of pleasure. The fantasy of Bucky fingering her in the shower brings her to her release quicker than she was expecting.

Ashlynn's hand moves from her breast to the shower rod to keep her balance as her legs shook. Hips jerking, the inner walls of her pussy clench around her fingers, riding out the spasms of her orgasm. She collapses against the wall, removing her fingers from her now sensitive cunt and tries to regulate her breathing.

Once she recovers enough, she finishes her shower quickly. With the passing of her orgasm bring a hint of embarrassment, hoping that Bucky did not hear her at any point, calling out his name. But her thoughts move on quickly and she thinks that maybe since her father is gone, and she is at home alone with the cause of her fantasies, then instead of being scared she should try and approach Bucky.

Feeling a rush of confidence after her shower, Ashlynn decides to take a chance and try to approach Bucky. First she is going to need the right outfit.

She reaches into the back of her closet and pulls out a dress that she had bought on impulse and never had a chance to wear until now. It is fairly simple and not what one would describe as sexy, but rather cute. It is a yellow, spaghetti strap sundress with a sweetheart neckline and a bow right under the bust. The dress was short, shorter than she would like, but with a nice pair of white sandals with a chunky heel, it made her legs look like they went on forever. She applies her make-up, sticking to a natural look, and then pulls her hair back into a fish-tail braid.

Ashlynn takes one last look in the mirror, satisfied with what she sees and not looking like she was trying too hard. Making her way down stairs to the kitchen, she thinks about something that will be easy and quick to fix, but also impress. She decides on a simple beef stir-fry with noodles instead of rice. It does not take her long to prepare the beef, vegetables or noodles for the dish and within 20 minutes she has everything done. She keeps in on the stove to stay warm while she goes to get Bucky.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door to call out,

"Bucky! Bucky!"

The dark hair man stops what he was doing and looks up at her, and she has to stop the giggle bubbling up. Bucky drops the wood on his foot, letting out a loud curse,

"Are you okay?" she asks, voice laced with concern.

"Um, uh, y-yeah...d-did you need so-something?"

A lips quirk up in a smile, never having seen Bucky seem so flustered before. It gives her an extra boost of confidence.

"Actually, I was, um, wondering if you were hungry? I made beef stir-fry if you would like some?"

Bucky stands there bewildered. Ashlynn normally runs when he is around, and now she was asking him if he wants to eat with her? Who is this woman and what has she done with the real Ash? But who was he to really question her, to question her change? He should just accept it and be happy.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Just let me get cleaned up some?"

She flashes him a huge smile, "Sure, I will just get things plated up. Oh, and I have some fudge brownies we can have afterwards."

Bucky cannot find his voice and simply nods his head, watching her turn and walk back in the house. He was not ashamed to admit that his eyes roamed down her body. The short dress with those heels made her ass look amazing, and brings attention to her toned legs. He has always consider Ashlynn a beautiful woman, and hoped that maybe he could get to know her better than just his boss's daughter, but she ran whenever he was around. At first he thought she hated him. But then he noticed how she would stare at him, how she would blush whenever he would smile at her, he figured out that hating him was not the issue at all.

Bucky pulls his white tank back on and heads into the house and runs to the bathroom to wash up before joining Ashlynn for lunch. Stopping mid-step, he lets out a low curse at the sight before him. Ashlynn was bent over, pulling something out of the oven. Ass sticking straight up in the air, her dress has rose up enough to allow Bucky a glimpse of her white lace cheeky panties, that shows off her shapely ass.

He lets out a long groan, adjusting himself in his jeans in hope to hide the very obvious erection.

"Oh, I was just toasting up some bread to go with the food. Go sit down and I will bring it over."

Ashlynn flashes him a gentle smile and finishes plating up the food. Instead of sitting at the table, he goes over and helps her with the food, taking it over to the table.

"I have better manners than that doll."

Ashlynn blushes at the name and takes him the bread. For a little while, they eat in silence before she finally plucks up the courage to talk to him.

"The porch looks really good so far. You do such a good job around the farm."

"Thanks. This food is delicious. You sure do have a talent for cooking."

Once again, she blushes at him, "T-thank you."

"So where is Richard? I saw him leave earlier." Bucky asks.

Ashlynn finishes the bite of food before answering, "Oh, he left to see one of his best friends, Lucas. I call him Uncle Lucas since they have been friends since they were young. But Uncle Lucas had to have surgery last week, and Daddy could not get out to see him when he was in the hospital, so he went to see him today. He even took him some food I made for him; that is where the extra brownies came from if you would like to try one."

Bucky's smile widens, "Well, I have always had a sweet tooth, Doll."

He leans closer to her, giving her a teasing wink. Ashlynn crosses her legs to ease the throbbing between her legs. That nickname is having an effect on her and she is not sure if she can handle much more of him calling her doll or being so close to him.

She turns her head down and stares at her food, falling back into a silence, eating. It does not last long as Bucky is the one to speak up,

"You know," he starts, "I am a little surprised you asked me to join you for lunch. I thought you hated me Doll."

She did not look at him, "I-I don't hate you?"

"Then why do you leave when I enter a room?"

"I-I…"

Bucky finds amusement in how she shifts in her seat, and her struggle to find something to say.

"Relax Doll; I am just messing with you. Richard told me not long after I started that you are not used to men not family, or those close enough to be family. I am not offended; well maybe a little. I have been here a few months, I would hope after a while you would have gotten used to me being around."

Bucky stands from his seat and stands behind her, "Thank you for the food Doll, best I have had in awhile. I will try a brownie later."

He places a kiss on her cheek and leaves the room, but not before seeing Ashlynn turn completely red and freeze in her chair. She remains that way until she hears the door shut and lets out the breath that she had been holding, slumping against the table. Her heart was ready to explode, cheek burning in the spot his lips touched.

She was going crazy; the man was going to drive her insane! There was no way that she would be able to last being along with him. She was not as ready for being near Bucky as she thought. Her father needs to hurry on home and save her from Bucky Barnes. But of course, Ashlynn was not going to be that lucky.