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Subject: {ASSM} Picking Berries in the Rain 2/4 (MF cons, M solo, MF oral rom) {Jeff Zephyr}
Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 18:10:03 -0500
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please don't
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This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
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Picking Berries in the Rain - by Jeff Zephyr  Part 2 of 4
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.

"Picking Berries in the Rain" (MF cons solo oral rom)

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We went over to my couch, and I sat on the end.  I thought she'd take
the other end or a different chair, as there was plenty of room, but
she put herself right up against me.

Sulie said, "I'd like to play a little game.  A question game.  We can
ask any one question, and the other must answer, truthfully, fully."

"Kind of like truth or dare?"

"Yep. But I'm too tired for dares.  Not just a kid's game.  You don't
want to talk about your divorce, and I don't want to talk about my
problems. Someone once told me that keeping things in is bad.  'Top of
that, I'd like to know why you've decided to live your life all alone
in the country."

"Seems fair.  I don't know how personal you want to get in such a
thing."

"Past.  Nothing about right now, just what happened on the way to
today.  We won't see each other again, and I'd just like a chance to
say some things, give away secrets, where it won't hurt anyone else."

"That might work, then.  I haven't talked about my divorce, my
ex-wife, or sex things in any way, with anyone else, in a long time."

"I'll start.  Tell me about your divorce."

"Not exactly a question.  But I suppose, it'll do.  It was bad.  My
ex-wife cheated on me, which was forgivable, even though she did it
often. Stealing from me and my family, that I couldn't forgive. 
Trying to take our son, poisoning him with lies, and making it so I
might never see him again, that was worse.  Threatening to kill me,
was just evil.  Even with witnesses to her threat, and conversations
overhead by friends in a local bar, it wasn't enough for the law.

"We got married about eleven years ago.  Lust was a big part of it;
she played well in bed, did all kinds of things I wanted, and said
that she loved me.  Even after she cheated, she still did what I
wanted in bed, being good to me that way.  It was easy to forgive her,
when she touched me like that.  She'd tell me she loved me, again, and
I'd melt.  It didn't seem bad enough to lose her over, not a few
flings.  It was so confusing.  Her actions said she hated me, and
sometimes, she'd even say that.  But I had promised to keep her, in my
vows, and she could act so sweet.

"About a year before the divorce, we moved here.  This was her great-
uncle's farm, and it got left to her, somehow, in the will.  He had no
living children of his own; she was the top name on the list after
them.  It was a working farm, and still is   a neighbor of mine did it
then and now.  She wasn't happy here, not from the start, and wanted
to sell it.  I and our boy, though, loved it.  It is peaceful, and
beautiful here, away from the city.  The will didn't allow an
immediate sale; the terms are complicated, and not worth going into. 
Still, it wasn't long before my ex thought we should move away, borrow
money against this place if we couldn't sell it, and move to the city
again.  We'd have a new house, and extra money on top of that."

I took a break, breathed deeply, and poured some more wine.  I was
getting to the harder part.

"Go on," Sulie requested.  She looked so kind, caring about me, it
made it easy to go on talking with her.

"She didn't like living away from the city.  Neighbors, parties,
shopping   and men.  I didn't know just how much she cheated, then.  I
knew she was always horny, and flirted with any available man.  I
didn't let that bother me much, as I said.  She'd make it up by
getting me a gift, usually with my money, but it was still nice. 
Sweet loving blinded me too much.  She never, even to the end, shirked
that part of her marital responsibility."

"It was hard for me to believe that such as sweet, loving woman could
be so deceitful and manipulative.  She found a man in town, a layabout
with no steady job, but with looks, younger than she, and made a plan
to divorce me.  There are times when I imagine that something changed
in her, but she told me, often, that I was a fool, that she never
truly loved me."

"Divorcing me alone wasn't enough for her.  She wanted to take
everything, this farm, our money, and our child, leaving me with
nothing.  She started telling lies about my abusing our son, cheating
on her, beating her   and more."

"That might have worked, but our boy stayed with her parents during a
time when we were fighting, more and more, about money, and her
cheating.  Her partner wasn't the only man she was with, and here in
the country, it was harder to keep that kind of activity quiet - a
neighbor had seen her with a stranger in town, kissing, and told me
and most everyone else.  I had tried to keep it from our son, but
didn't manage it.  I didn't want him hurt by her actions."

"Her mother didn't know about her schemes.  When my son told his
grandmother what my ex told him to say, about my beating him, and  . .
. "

"Was it that bad?"

"The whole truth?  It was horrible.  Abusing him, sexually.  I'd never
do that.  Grandma didn't believe it either, and after a bit more
talking, found out that her daughter had told him what to say.  She
knew how bad my ex could be, lying and cheating, but this was far
worse.  The timing was very bad, for my ex.  It didn't take long for
her parents to call me up, and ask me what was going on."

"Go on," Sulie said, when I paused, lost in thought.

I went on for a while, telling how her parents recognized the changes
in their daughter and took my side.  But with the accusations of abuse
and her actions, it was a very ugly situation, and I had a hard time
not breaking out in tears over it.  It felt good to tell this woman,
almost a complete stranger, about these things which I'd kept inside
me.  Eventually, I reached the outcome of our divorce.
"The judge didn't take her actions kindly, and gave her very little  
cash from our account, personal property, nothing else.  But the court
wouldn't give me custody of my son, even though I wasn't charged with
any abuse, and they had only my wife and her lover's word.  Her
parents were watching him, and they got to keep him.  They're good to
him, true enough, so that's OK.  Except for the distance, they live
hundreds of miles away, in a big city, so he can't visit here often. 
I could try to get him back, now, but it's been two years, and he's
got friends and a life there."

"And since then?" Sulie asked.

"Living in the country, time to think about life, and get over it, I
suppose."

"So, is that the story?"

"Yep.  I suppose I should ask what your story is, get it over with. 
So, tell me about your special friend, who's got you driving all the
way across the country."

"Well, that goes back to when?...  I got together with him, Ted, at
the college I was going to.  He was nice, and we fell in love, after
sleeping together a few times.  It turned into a serious relationship,
and I expected we would get married when we graduated.  He was a year
ahead of me, which shouldn't have been a problem.  But instead of
graduating, he transferred to another school for his last year.  He
thought that it would look better to graduate from a top school --
better jobs, things like that.  But it was on the other side of the
country.  We promised to be faithful and all that, but it wasn't easy
to manage a long-distance relationship.

"With school, I was able to keep busy enough, and avoid thinking too
much about other people, and sex.  We'd talk on the phone sometimes,
and that was good, phone sex stuff, you know.  Email too, and we tried
some voice chatting things, but they didn't work well for holding a
quiet private conversation.  He graduated, got a nice job, a good
apartment, all that.  I've been anticipating finally getting back with
him, and yet, he's been a bit more distant, lately.  I figured that
once we were back together,  moved in together, we'd make love a few
times, everything would be good again.  I'm not embarrassing you,
talking about sex like this, am I?"

"No, I know about sex and I'm not uptight about it.  I just haven't
talked to anyone lately. Go on," I told Sulie.   Then added, "Wait,
you've been away a while, but things sounded like they were sweet. 
Maybe, it'll work out?"

"And maybe not.  I've been ignoring it, but we're grown-ups now, not
students.  I've got used to going with him, and I've known him even
longer.  We met in high school, for God's sake, it seems like forever.
I've been expecting him to just wait for me, but I keep imagining
otherwise.  He met some sexy girl out there, with big tits, I know he
likes that.  He always picked on mine, even suggested that I get them
enlarged."

"That's dangerous, I've heard.  Besides, they look fine.  They really
do, and I never understood why some guys carried on about the size.
Yours are simply lovely."  I was embarrassed saying that, even though
it was true.  It felt like I was flirting with her, and all I wanted
to do was reassure her that she was OK as she was, more than OK.

"We haven't seen each other in person in months," she explained to me.
"I've been busy, and he has, or else he's just made excuses.  I've had
lots of offers for company while he's been away, and I was able to
resist.  But I don't think that he has.  I thought I could forgive
that, when we were together it wouldn't matter anymore."  Sulie looked
so sad saying this, but she didn't cry.  I let her sit quietly, just
waiting.

We talked some more, for quite a while.  Our game of questions didn't
get past this introduction to our big problems, but she went on about
how she'd keep using her boyfriend to keep other guys away, like an
excuse.  They weren't even formally engaged, and yet, she was sure
that he loved her, and wanted her forever   until today.  She leaned
quite close to me during our talk, and I could feel her body warm
against mine.  Her white robe opened up, and I could see her legs, and
the T-shirt which stopped halfway down her thighs.  Such a long time
with no woman around, and here I was, with a fresh, lovely one almost
naked next to me.  If I was sitting across the room, I could have seen
under her shirt, and I knew that she was naked there, pussy exposed to
the air with no panties to cover it.

I didn't move to look, though, or try to touch her in any other way. 
We sat quietly together, close and comfortable, for a long time. 
Neither of us talked, and that might have made me worry in some other
situations.  Here, I just felt that we were both ready for some peace.

It felt nice, having her around, especially when she brightened up
after our talk.  I showed her to the spare bedroom, which had been my
boy's, but the bed was big enough, though the room was plain.

Rainy nights make it easy for me to sleep, even with thunder crashing.
There are far scarier things than that in life.  I didn't hear
anything during the night, not even crying.

Morning was still rainy, but not a dark rain; I could see patches of
sunlight showing through.  I made breakfast before Sulie woke up. 
"Pancakes, sausages, eggs, whatever you might like, help yourself," I
said, when she came into the kitchen.  She had put her own clothes on,
including her blouse sans bra as before.  Her face looked cheerful,
well rested.

After breakfast, we checked again for email from her friend Ted, and
tried to get a hold of a garage to fix her car.  We had no luck with
either.

"It doesn't matter that much, I suppose," Sulie bemoaned.  "There's no
hurry to go, nowhere to go to."

"Too bad it's raining, or we might find someplace around here to go
and relax.  There's lots of nice scenery, great outdoors and all that.
I was going to pick some berries.  I've got blueberries, raspberries,
strawberries, boysenberries, etc.  I've kept up a nice garden for
that, and other things."

"We'll get all wet, if we do that today."

"I . . .  Well, I usually don't mind that, myself.  I just wear
shorts, or sometimes less, if there is no one about.  It's not like
anyone is going to drop by out here, not in the rain.  Even farmers
don't go out on stormy days."

"You've already seen what I look like wet under this," Sulie told me,
pointing at her chest, pulling at her blouse. "I have a strange idea. 
A bit scary, maybe.  I trust you, so I'll let you decide."

"Hmm . . . "

"What if we don't wear anything?  There's no one around.  I'm not
asking for sex, or anything like that.  I'm  . . .  oh, I just want to
look at you, and let you look at me, no touching. You could tell me
what you think, honestly, of how I look.  Besides, it would be fun.  I
don't know when I'll ever have another chance to pick berries in the
rain, naked."

"Naked, that's interesting.  Naked berry-picking in the rain with a
girl.  I can't promise not to seem a bit excited about that, but I can
promise no advances, no unwanted touches, or whatever else things like
that."

It may seem overly restrained, but I really didn't plan to do anything
with her.  She was lovely to look at, and it would certainly be fun to
be naked with her.  Being used to being alone, I wasn't ready to try
something which might break that monotony.  Still, I was sure that it
would have an effect, on both of us.

"We might need a bit of private time to take care of ourselves after
we come back in.  You can go in your room, I in mine, and no peeking,
OK?"

"I can see where that might be a good idea.  Sure, no problem."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.  Even though she'd suggested it,
and it sounded like fun, I was afraid it might lead to things neither
of us were ready for.

"Yes, it will be fun.  Won't it?" she said, smiling at me.  I couldn't
resist, she seemed happy now, and I was glad to do something to ease
her pain.

***

Despite making this decision, the situation was still awkward.  We
were both fully dressed, and stood watching each other, waiting for
someone to make the first move.  I smiled, and was about to remove my
shirt, when Sulie unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off over her head,
revealing her naked breasts to me in my kitchen.

I'd like to say that I calmly removed my own flannel shirt, but though
I tried, my heart was racing, my eyes glued to her body.  Even though
I'd seen her much like this the day before, this was different, no
accidental exposure.  I lowered my eyes, staring at my hands as they
fumbled with my shirt buttons.  I'm sure that Sulie noticed, but she
said nothing.

It seemed that she didn't mind, or wasn't shocked, by my attention.  I
don't know her reaction to my embarrassment, or shyness, or whatever
it was I looked like when I tried to avoid looking at her.  I wasn't
willing to keep my eyes off her for long, and not looking seemed silly
if we were going to be outside naked together.  She had sat on a
kitchen chair and was slipping her socks and shoes off when I looked
back, and she wasn't looking at me.  She pulled her shorts down, then
stood up to pull them off, leaving her in just her black lacy panties.
Stacking and folding everything neatly on the chair, she just smiled,
still saying nothing.  When finished, she stood there, not covering
her chest, arms at her sides, giving me a good look at her.  I could
see flesh through her panties, and a dark area in front, but no
details; they weren't transparent enough for that.

I realized that I'd watched her get this far, standing there admiring
her lovely body, without removing my own clothes past opening my
shirt.  Now, she was watching me, calm in her near nakedness, it
seemed.  I also had to sit to remove my footwear, then pulled my shirt
off, jeans down, and finally my boxers.  It seemed fair to let her
admire me if she wanted.  I was aroused by this, my hardness showing
my excitement.  When Sulie removed her panties, a patch of darkness
and a hint of dampness suggested that she also was affected by our
situation.

Wearing shoes out in the garden might have been a good idea, but I
didn't do it, and after Sulie had removed hers, I was too distracted
by her nakedness to say anything.  To say that I was excited would be
an understatement.  It had been years since I was with a naked woman,
and I was nervous, uncertain of my own appearance, not wanting to look
eager.  Staying calm wasn't possible, but maybe I could look calm.

We hadn't spoken at all while undressing, and for my part, I didn't
want to make a sound, since anything I'd say would reveal my desire. 
Not my body's reaction   I couldn't conceal that.  Sulie was very
attractive, likeable, friendly.  If I were her age, and single, I
might not have hesitated.

She was no fantasy of mine, no old memory.  I'd just met her, and I
found myself feeling very comfortable with her, until now. A live,
lovely, naked woman in front of me, with her loss fresh in her heart,
though not on her face.  I couldn't bring myself to impose, even
slightly, on her, to take advantage of her situation.  What she was
thinking, getting naked with me, I hoped was merely . . .   I wasn't
sure   a chance to explore freedom, to relax, to remind herself that
she was attractive and desirable.  I needed to try to think of it that
was, just as innocent play.  I couldn't help my desires, but I could
try to control where they led me.

Childhood and innocence filled my mind, my heart.  Playing in the
rain, usually with clothes on, but not always much, was just for fun. 
Alone, I'd have though little of the rain on my body, except as
sensual, just relaxing pleasure.  Not sexual, not that part of it. 
There were other things needed to bring that to mind.  But nakedness
in the rain was just a joyous celebration of life and nature, and the
peace of my isolation.  This didn't drown out my sexual arousal much,
but I could keep my mind on picking berries and friendly conversation.

Finally, I broke our silent observations of each other.  I looked up
to her eyes, and we stared at each other. I turned, saying "Grab one
of those bowls, and a couple of baskets, over there, and let's pick
some berries.  Have you ever tasted fresh-picked berries?"

"No, only store-bought ones.  But I like berries."

"They're even better fresh."  I picked up a bowl, and put the baskets
on my arm, and headed toward the door.  "The raspberries and
strawberries should be good for today, all ripe and juicy."

We went out into the rain, water quickly covering us, wetting our
hair.  It was a nice warm rain, light and fresh, not heavy.  Sulie
moved ahead of me to the garden.  She looked so beautiful that way,
soaked, as she'd shown up at my door.  I almost forgot about picking,
but despite my obvious arousal, no way to conceal it, even with a
basket, I went on, explaining how to find the ripe ones, and picking a
few raspberries and strawberries on each side of us.  I offered her a
taste, putting a plump red raspberry to her mouth.

"Mmm, those are good."

We took a few bites, I giving her berries, she feeding me.  I noticed
that she was looking down, not into my eyes, staring at me, and I had
a hard time keeping my eyes off her.  That made it tricky to pick
berries and not bump into bushes, and I did manage to find a sharp
rock with my foot.  It didn't hurt too much, and I warned Sulie about
them, and we laughed.

The raspberries were neat and sweet to eat, but we had drizzles of
strawberry juice on our chins and chests.  We managed to fill up our
baskets, two of each kind, despite eating quite a few along the way.

"I think that's just enough berries for today," I said.

Sulie pouted.  "I don't want to go in yet," she answered, shaking her
head to get some water out of her hair, which made her breasts wiggle
slightly, a lovely sight.

"We could set the baskets just inside the door, and let the rain wash
us down for a while, I suppose.  Get the mud off, clean up naturally,
like."

After putting the berries inside, we ran around, chasing each other
and laughing in the rain.  Our feet and legs were already muddy, and
were getting more so.  We slipped on the grass, and got wet mud all
over, not a lot of it like a mud wrestling show, but we weren't doing
well for getting cleaned up.  There was something wonderfully
delightful in just running and splashing, naked, with no pressure
about sex, or much touching.

Before we went in, I wanted to rinse off for real.  I went by the
water spout, and moved the barrel out of the way, letting the water
stream from the house fall over me.  A natural shower, of sorts, more
flow than the rain alone.  I let it fall down my legs, getting the mud
off, and across my whole body, lingering at my abdomen, when I was
clean.  I enjoyed the sensation on my cock, which was hardening again,
and I leaned back, as I'd done when I was alone, to intensify the
effect.

Sulie said, "That looks like fun."

"It is, you should try it.  You need to get the mud rinsed off
anyway," I teased.

She did it, as I'd done, letting the water splash the mud off,
cleaning her breasts, which hardened her nipples, and thoroughly
rinsing her legs, ending the wash with the water streaming across her
pussy.  I moved behind her and supported her, saying, "Lean back, just
let the water flow across you.  Lying down might be better, but you'd
get messy again."

Just before we went in, after finishing our refreshing rinse, Sulie
grabbed me and hugged me tightly to her, saying, "Thanks!  This sure
was a lot of fun."

My own arousal had faded with the cool rain washing me down but came
back again strong with her body pressed against mine, her hard nipples
pressed against my chest, my cock against her pubic hair.  Still, I
simply held her in my arms, feeling her warmth against my naked body,
and said nothing.  We stood there for a while, before she let go and
we went inside.

Still dripping, of course, and I grabbed a small towel, inadequate to
truly handle us, but enough to get some water. I dried her body,
brushing her tits and belly, lightly passing over her pussy.  It felt
very good to do that, and to dry myself.  I tried to avoid lingering
on her, or suggesting that my arousal indicated a need to do
something.

One thing about sexual arousal is that it makes for a happy, relaxed
mood as it fades.  The tension was there, but for the moment I had it
under control.  We playfully separated the berries from leaves, twigs,
rocks, and the occasional bug, dripping juices over each other.  We
sat side by side at a corner, which let us see each other's bodies
while we worked.  She picked her spot, and moved her chair closer to
mine, which made me wonder what her intentions were. I felt she was
definitely aware of my arousal, and my desire not to do anything about
it with her.  But she was making it hard not to think of this as just
non-sexual playing, simple nudity.  As I had imagined before we
started, we'd need to do something to release the tension we were
building.  I most certainly would, as I no longer could relax enough
to get fully soft, and the pressure within was becoming uncomfortable.

Our efficiency was about as good as a young child's, dropping some
berries on the floor, tossing them at each other, eating up more than
a few, feeding each other.  All too soon, we were done, no more to
sort.  It wasn't as much as I'd have collected if I'd picked alone,
but I tend to save them for later, rather than eating them as I go.

***

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