She works in silence, but her body speaks. Every bend, every stretch makes the thin fabric cling—showing more than she ever admits, and maybe more than she even knows..

While working in the field, I saw her. She walked past me with a teasing sway, then crossed over into the plot right in front of me with her hoe in hand, and began digging the soil. As I was chopping wood, I was watching her dig. It was as if she was bending over even more on purpose. Even inside that thin dress meant to hide everything, she pushed her butt out in such a way that I could imagine, -even could see- the round ass her swaying inside.

As I stood by my wood, lost in the view created by her bending, watching her, she suddenly looked up at me with those olive eyes from where she was leaning and threw a flirtatious glance. I hope she didn’t see my boner.

Thinking about how I would go home tonight and touch myself while thinking about Zehra, I finished my work and went to drop the wood at the barn. Suddenly Sevgi came too, to put away the hoes. She walked into the barn’s workshop... and while trying to hang the hoe on the table hook, she leaned forward again, and the fabric outlined her meaty round ass.

As I tried to avert my gaze and not get caught while looking at her,
 she called out to me:

In her village accent, “Ain’t there someone to give me a lil’ hand?”

Zahra – The Hidden Curve of a Village Girl