The Berry Patch

[afternooner]

This thread is for MTnAngel and myself. Please read and enjoy.


OOC: My name is Alan I'm middle aged ,a touch of silver in my soft brown hair,. tanned complexion 5'10" 175 solid lbs, like to be out of doors.

Ic:That's why I'm in the berry patch its 7:00 AM and this place is really humming.

Humming with sweet young women that is and that's what I like even better than being out doors, being with a bevey of beautlfull women. Today I have the best of both.

There's all kinds here, young college girls fresh and clean looking, cute, disillusioned housewives escaping to the patch to find some brightness in their lives, suave divorcies,looking for something different to fill the empty spaces. Others too all unique but all there for a pailfull of blueberries.

When I was young I used to pick the wild berries adventuring into unkown places excitement in my step and joy in my heart I liked my women on the wild side too, traversing the mysterious hills and valleys of thier love.

I'm a little more cautious now I prefer the cultured berries and the tamer women.

I see one now that looks like she might like some conversation or maybe more. She's got the reddest hair I've ever seen and big blue eyes and a full firm body. If I head down this row, I might just bump into her. accidently of course.

"Excuse me miss I say as I look up. I wasn't watching where I was going.

She smiles and says, "Thats alright I'm finished here."

It's my turn to speak and all I can think of as I'm hypnotised by those big blue eyes is "Do you come here often'" we both begin to laugh at my feeble attempt at conversation that turns out to be the oldest pickup line in the world.


And the Ice is broken.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Walking through the berry patch there is a relaxing scent of blueberries mixed with wild honeysuckle. I take a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance, before I pick up my wicker basket and start the picking process. I am dressed comfortable in bleached denim hip hugger jeans, a thin cotton sleeveless shirt, and Reebok running shoes. I probably should have tied my long straight red hair back but it felt so good brushing against my shoulders.

Life would be much easier if I were to just buy the berries at the store but the fresh air exhilerates me. I squat down and pick a full ripe berries, placing them gently in the basket. As I stand back up and start to turn around I bump right into a hard firm body, an unexpected perk of this adventure. He apologizes and I forgive him. Who wouldn't forgive such a kind face with those hazel eyes staring at me? That is until I hear the worn out pick up line. He laughs it off and I know that he wasn't really trying to be so garish. His laugh is contagious and we wind up laughing until we are almost out of breath.

I reach out my hand, "Hi there! My name's Emily, Emily Forrester. It was nice running into you, literally." I cannot help giggling again. Somehow he has reduced me to a silly schoolgirl.

 

[afternooner]

I take her hand, Hi Emily, my names Alan, Alan Johnson


I just can't help myself I'm laughing like a school boy my face flushed with excitement.

I thought I was going to be so cool I'd worn these tight fitting jeans and this red bandana around my neck my open fronted shirt showed just enough salt and peper hair on my chest to make me suave I thought.and these cowboy boots, what a mistake, my feet are hot and hurting.. Well so much for thinking right now I'm just a basket case wondering what to say next all that comes out is "What's a nice girl like you doing in a berry patch.'and I laugh againunconciously unihibited ly. My hand hasn't left hers and she's making no attemt to remove it.

 

[Guest]

"Please don't tell me that you are going to continue torturing me with your bad one-liners?" his laughter is quite contagious. His strong hand wrapped around me reminds my body the exact amount of time I have been without male companionship. I have been married for five years now, but the relationship has long ago gone stale. My husband is a good man, good provider and father, but the spark has been extinguished.

"Picking berries for your wife?" I shake my head. "Well, now you can admonish me. I think that line is worse than all of yours!"

"Lets start this over again. Hi, my name is Emily Forrester. And it is very nice to meet you. Would you care to pick blueberries with me?" The whole seduction scene has been set and I am ready to ride the crest of excitement; a new adventure in an otherwise dull existence.

 

[afternooner]

Alan

My name is Alan, Alan Johnson, and yes I'd love to pick berries with you.

Suddenly the pressure is off no more oneliners or inuendoes. Just plain honest attraction, in her eyes and in mine. It suddenly feels very good and very right at least for now. When I get home I'll have to explain my lateness to my wife and she'll be mildly disturbed because I haven't taken out the garbage or mowed the lawn, but she'll forgive me when she sees the berries and bake a blueberry pie, even though I protest saying I'm saving this pail for wine.

My toughts are interupted by her voice
"I see your pail is almost full and so is mine ,maybe we can walk over to the park and find something cold to drink if we hurry and finish up. "Good idea". I say and soon my hands are flying and my pail is full I help emily top hers off and we are headed for the park. I reach out and take her hand. It seems so natural she smiles and gives my hand a squeeze.

Theres a concession stand and I purchase two soft drinks and we go over to the playground equipment We sit down in the swings and finish our drinks and I get up and moving behind her give her swing a push .Her legs go up and she cries "wheee! and soon I'm pushing harder and she is going higher "Ohhh! that's high enough and so I let her slowly come to a stop I walk around in front of her and taking her hands pull her up. I look in her big blue eyes. Their shinning with excitement and it just seem so natural .....to pull her into my arms and kiss her!

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I feel free and unhibited as a child exploring the world for the first time. I cannot contain the giggles, expressing my newfound joy. No pressures exist here. My hair blows in the breeze as Alan pushes me higher and higher on the swings. I am floating above the clouds and I feel as though I could actually touch the sun. I plea with him to cease as i am dizzy with the feelings.

His kiss, unexpected but not unwanted, lifts me to greater heights than the swing. Uncharacteristically, my hands, having a mind of their own, wind around his head and into his hair. Now, I feel like a teenager expressing desire of her first love. Tongues are snaking there way into our mutual mouths, hands explore the softness of hair and napes of the necks, and loins burn with the passion yet to be fulfilled.

I am unsure which one of us breaks the spell of the kiss. But when I look into his eyes I still see the magic. The sparks are contagious as my voice is throaty with desire. "Your place or mine?" If it wasn't for the bulding passion I would have giggled again at the worn out phrase. Not answering my question with words, he grabs my hand and pulls me off the swing. We walk off with no destination in particualr, searching for a place to quench our thirst for lust.

 

[afternooner]

Alan

Your place or mine? Obiously neither is acceptable to either of us. Although we've lost the spark of love at home, I know we couldn't use either place to satisfy this lust that now posesses us.

But right now I feel like a teenager and I want to make love to my new girl friend and I don't care where or how, I just know I must do it now.

I want to ride the merry go round of passion and desire and reach for the brass ring one more time and when the music's over I will go home.

"I know a place where we can go, I say excitedly, down by the river there's a grassy ledge that looks out over the valley below. It's beautifull there, but rather hard to get to cause we have to cross a log over a little brook and snake our way between some vines and underbrush, don't worry theres no poison ivy ."

Our walk has now become a run, as we know there is precious little time and so much passion to share.
Down the path across the log, holding hands as we balance precariously, giggling at our efforts to be agile. Now we're on the grassy ledge and I feel like we just entered another world, a magic world made just for me..... and Emily.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The adventure I have longed for seemingly a lifetime, I am experiencing now. Our mundane world has been left behind as we enter the thick foliage, crossing the log and finding the spot about which he spoke. If the passion had not been so intense, I would have paused in the journey to admire the scenery we pass.

He takes my hand and gingerly guides me to the edge overlooking the green valley below. The sun shines warmly down on our bodies and I feel as though I am perched on top of the world. The scenery is utterly breathtaking.

I turn my attention away from the valley and look into his eyes. I detect the appreciation in his gaze. Appreciation of the view. Appreciation of this moment. And appreciation for me. His index finger slips under my chin, tipping it up to his mouth. The kiss is soft and yet promises more. Our lips never parting we slide slowly down into the tall green grass.

 

[afternooner]

Alan

No words are needed as we slip silently to the ground locked in a passionate embrace. Our lips never breaking contact, our hands and fingers clutching urgently as our arms encilcle each others backsides. We just can't get close enough together as our legs entwine and our hips grind together fervently.

Out of breath I pull my head back and look in her big blue eyes. My hands leave the softness of her butt and roam carefree through her long soft red hair. As we look at each other, we both know what we want, and, with our inital passion somewhat abated we slowly begin to undress each other. My shirt comes first, her fingers catching in the hair on my chest, each button an event in itself as she pauses between to caress my nipples and trace circles around them.Slipping out of the sleeves I reach behind her and gently lifting her up, place my shirt under her back.

Now it's my turn and I begin by just watching the rise and fall of her breasts under her shirt. They look so soft and full, that I have the sudden desire to just lay my head down on them.

But I also desire even more to expose them to my view and so I painstakingly unbotton her much in the same manner as she did to me, except my fingers are starting to shake so that I almost rip the last three off. I know that there's no way I'm going to manage that bra clasp in back so I hesitate. She reads my mind and reaching behind undoes the clasp. Her bra lays loosly on her breasts and taking a deep breath I find the shoulder straps as she raises her arms and as I pull up and away her breasts spill out below me!

It seems like time just stops as I'm etranced with this magnificant view before me. Her breasts are snow white and they stand out firm and round against her body. Snow white except for a soft circle of freckles on her throat and neck and of course those bright red nipples in the center of flesh tinted aureoles. Tiny blue and pink veins and arteries randonly crisscross the round globes making them look delicate and fragile.I'm not sure if I dare touch them and yet I urgenly need to explore the scene below with my hands.

Emily makes the decision for me as she smiles, her blue eyes shinning and takes my hands in hers and places all four of them firmly on her breasts.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

His gaze burns into my flesh as he stares at my breasts. The heat is too much to bear as I guide his hands to them, needing for him to touch me. Hopefully it will end some of the madness filling me to excurtiating depths. His hands are a bit rough but the contradiction of my smooth skin sends chills along their path. My hands squeeze the orbs together as his lips and tongue make their connection. I arch my back closer to him for the sensations are driving me closer to the edge.

I lean my head into the crook of his nek and lavish small kisses on him. My mouth hungers to taste him, everywhere. My hand finds the front of his pants, fingers fumbling to release him to me. Finally, his growing erection springs forth into my hand. My fingertips lightly caress the head.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Afternooner is GONE for good

OOC: Excuse me to intrude....

All of a sudden, Afternooner has told me today he will not write on the internet anymore... to dedicate himself to his RL family.
I asked him to warn everyone he's been co-writing with and he hasn't done so.
If this sad news hurts you, please know that I share your pain. I've been crying over it ever since he told me.