"The Cherry Picker"

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"The Cherry Picker"​

(At this time, this RP needs a female to write 3 parts: mother and 2 daughters. See the bottom of this post if you are interested.)

Robert pulled his truck to the curb, hopped out, and began unloading. It only took a few minutes to get set up, and once he was, he stood back and looked over the scene as he fed the cord of his phone up underneath his tee shirt and placed the ear buds. He had a 16 foot fruit ladder set up near the cherry tree's outer limbs, a 14 foot extension ladder set up against the trunk, and an 8 foot ladder underneath the canopy.

Around the ground at his feet were several empty buckets, an ice cooler with frozen bottles of coffee, water, and juice, as well as sandwiches and treats, and a trio of cold water jugs for cooling down his overheated body. He'd been picking the tree each of the last three Sundays as its fruit ripened, and each weekend the temperatures had been rising noticeably. It was supposed to reach 95 degrees today, and the only thing that was going to save him from melting down the legs of the ladders was the shade the tree offered and the cold or even frozen liquids he'd brought with him.

He turned on his phone and went to work. His mind was usually on the work at his hand and the NPR shows he listened to every weekend, but occasionally he would also think about the property he was on and -- in particular -- the woman who owned it. Robert had discovered this place and its beautiful owner, Kate, last summer when she called to have cable installed. He'd noticed the cherry tree and asked if she'd harvested it, to which he got the answer No, but the birds did.

Growing up, Robert's stay-at-home mother -- unfortunately deceased at a very young age -- had spent several hours most days of the summer and fall canning fruit and vegetables, drying nuts and berries, making jams, jellies, and sauces, and so much more. Robert missed that ever-present food, and while he had neither the time nor drive to go to that much work, he had purchased a fruit dehydrator and begun drying every thing from grapes to cranberries to, of course, cherries which he then bagged and ate over the months to come.

When he asked Kate if she'd allow him to pick the tree the following summer, she'd waved a hand in invitation and said Go for it.

Despite the passage of over half a year, Robert had forgotten neither the tree or the attractive woman who owned it. And when his job brought him near her house one May weekend, he dropped by and -- finding no one home -- left a note repeating his desire to pick the tree, along with his phone number. Two days later he got a text saying simply, Go for it.

Of course, Robert was hoping to visit more than the tree. Kate hadn't told him that past summer that she was single or divorced maybe, but Robert had been able to tell simply from the lack of mention of a significant other and the lack of any evidence of a resident male. Several months had passed, of course, so as far as Robert knew the woman had met a man, gotten married, gotten knocked up, and couldn't care in the least to speak to him.

He began to think that was true when -- each of the past Sundays -- Kate had either not been home or had been home but hadn't come outside to even say hi. Robert had simple spent his three or four hours filling up his buckets before leaving. He always left a thank you note on the porch in an envelope, and the envelope always included a gift certificate to a shop in their little town as a sort of thank you. And each Sunday or Monday, Robert got a short and sweet text thanking him or hoping he'll enjoy the fruit or both.

As he ran out of cherries to pick from his current position, Robert descended the ladder and -- looking at the filled buckets -- decided he was done for the day. Without even considering that someone would be watching, he stripped his sweat covered shirt off over his head to reveal his very well sculpted torso. Robert took good care of himself before and after his work days and on weekends. His job didn't offer much exercise, so he made it up with running, hiking, weight lifting, and -- when the opportunity offered itself -- engaging in very strenuous, sweaty sex. Above and below his baggy shorts, every muscle rippled with manliness.

He sucked down the rest of the water that had once been frozen in a bottle, removed and moved to his truck his phone and ear buds, then took his shoulder length hair out of the band holding it near but off the back of his neck. He lifted one of the opened gallon jugs of water over his head, pouring it over himself. He let out a shocked cry as the cold fluid flowed over his warm skin, then shook his hair to send droplets out in every direction. He gave out one final grunt of relief, tossed the empty bottle aside--

Then noticed the three women standing on the porch of the house staring at him. Kate he'd met, of course, but the other two were new faces to Robert. New, beautiful faces with equally beautiful bodies. One of the teens -- who conspicuously eyed him hungrily -- was dressed in tight fitting garb that showed off her more petite but still womanly form as she shifted from one foot to the other, causing her hips to sway with an alluring motion. The other -- who was staring with what Robert thought was a combination of shock and amazement both -- was dressed more conservatively, yet her shorts and top still revealed that her body was the more rounded of the teens.

The three continued to stare at Robert for a moment, then one of the girls said "See you later mom". She gave Robert a very noticeable ogle as she hurried off to the little sports car, hips -- and tight ass -- swaying conspicuously. The other girl simply kissed her mother and ran off after her sister, not looking back until she'd rounded the car and could do so without it being so obvious.

Kate had mentioned to him last summer about having daughters, but because Robert had assumed her to be in her early 30s -- mid-30s at most -- he hadn't even guessed that the two would be in their late teens, let alone possibly legal. He felt a little tinge in his groin at the sight and thought of three beautiful women -- not an uncommon occurrence for him really -- and chastised himself deep in his mind for having such thoughts when he was wearing shorts that wouldn't do much to hide a potential erection.

Once the girls pulled away and Kate turned her attention back to Robert, he smiled and waved politely, asking, "Those can't possibly be yours, can they?"

(OOC: As I said above, I need a female writing partner to write all three women, more often than not at separate times but possibly together at times as well. Although sex with the mother will happen today, sex with the daughters -- ages barely 19 and just turned 18 -- will come at different paces. I'm thinking that the 19 year old will be very flirtatious and ready to lose her virginity; but that the 18 year old -- who yearns for Robert as more than just a dick to deflower her -- will be more hesitant and take a bit longer, if at all. I am looking for a partner who will post at least 5 times a week; who will do spelling, grammar, and punctuation checks (meaning no lazy cell phone posts); and will be willing to exchange both long and short posts over the course of a lengthy role play.)