I love the summer. As soon as the weather is warm enough, there is nothing this sissy likes more than to get naked outdoors.

This week has been lovely and hot so, one afternoon, I found a spot in the middle of a freshly-mown field. I wasn’t trying to get a suntan, I just love the sensation of slipping out of my clothes outdoors, laying down and feeling the soft grass underneath me and the sun on my skin. And, I admit, the risk of being caught adds to the fun - part of me is terrified I’ll be caught, while the other secretly hopes I will be.

As I lay there, looking up at the blue sky, the sensations of the grass and flowers gently tickling my skin were enough to turn me on, my cock stiffening in the warm sun when, suddenly, I heard a whistling noise in the distance. Starting to panic, I looked around but the sloping field, which made it the perfect secluded spot, also meant I couldn’t see very far. I wondered whether to risk standing up to throw on my dress but, before I could do so, a head appeared over the ridge only a few hundred metres away. Rapidly the figure of a young man came into view, whistling as he strolled down across the field towards the next village.

His current course across the field would take him within a few dozen metres of me but, as I lay in the grass not daring to move, something seemed to catch his eye. At first he seemed to carry on walking straight ahead but, as he looked in my direction, he gradually turned and began walking towards me. Too scared to move, and too late to hide, I hoped against hope that, somehow, it wasn’t me he had seen, and that he would pass by without noticing the naked sissy laying in the middle of the field. Closing in fast by now, he had, of course seen me and finally stopped to stand just a metre or so away, saying nothing, but casting his curious gaze over me from head to toe.

Stripped to the waist, wearing only shorts and work boots and carrying a backpack, he was probably one of the local farmhands. Despite my panic, I managed to notice that his body was tanned and well toned - muscular from the farm work, but not excessively. While admiring the lines of his arms and thighs, I wondered what to do - should I try to explain ? What would he do ? How would he react ?

After few moments of silence as we looked at each other, he spoke, asking simply “Sissy?”, as if the flowery summer dress, and pink panties laying on the grass next to me weren’t enough to be sure. I nodded nervously, still unsure of his reaction. He continued calmly looking down at my naked body, as though trying to reach a decision then, nodding his head and beginning to smile, he took a step forward and bent down on one knee beside me.

He reached out and, before I could react, slid his fingers across my belly and scooped my cock, soft again after the panic, into his hand. Gripping me firmly and staring at my cock, I let out a little gasp of relief and pleasure as he began gently squeezing me and, after only a few moments, his massaging had made me hard again. Seemingly pleased with the result, he lay my erection down on my belly and turned his attention back to me, shifting his stance so that he was now on both knees level with my shoulder.

It didn’t take this sissy long to decide what to do next. I reached up and undid the button of his shorts, then opened the zip. I sat up and ran my hands around his waist, feeling his warm skin under my fingers, then moved them down across his firm buttocks, pulling his shorts and boxers down with them, then lay back down on the grass to admire the view. I couldn’t help noticing that his tan extended inside his shorts and all over his nice dark cock. He smiled down at me as I slid a hand up along his thigh, until I felt his pubic hair brushing against my fingers. Looking up, I could see his already firm cock curving down towards me and, leaning forwards, I moved my head up to bring him closer to my mouth. First, a tentative kiss on the very tip of his cock then, after feeling the warmth and weight of him on my lips, I began to plant kisses all over, moving slowly down the shaft until my nose is buried in the manly odour of his pubic hair and my lips were on his balls. Then I began to use my tongue, lapping at his balls, then making long wet strokes up along the shaft of his now even stiffer cock until I found myself back at the tip, my tongue making circles around it while I gently pulled his foreskin back with my hand. The head revealed, there was no way I could resist spreading my lips around his now fully erect cock, sucking him into my mouth.