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Subject: {ASSM} RP:Picking Berries in the Rain 4/4 (MF cons, M solo, MF oral rom) {Jeff Zephyr}
Date: Thu,  9 Aug 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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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
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

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
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
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problem, not mine.



Picking Berries in the Rain - by Jeff Zephyr - Part 4 of 4
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.

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

===

In the morning, I woke to find her kissing my body.  Not my dick,
though I wouldn't have minded that.  She was softly kissing my arms
and chest, and when I awoke, she continued to lick and kiss my body,
slowly as I had done with her, until she reached my cock, which was
hard and ready for her.  She didn't say anything to me, just rolled on
top of me and fucked me, kissing me again as we did it, until she
came, then I came again.  I kissed her pussy after this, and she said,
"You are just so sweet, so wonderful for me, Aaron.  I'm so lucky that
my car broke down here."

I didn't answer in words, but licked her clit hard, pulling it into my
mouth, listening to her scream.  She was loud in her passion, and I
didn't mind a bit, with just us in the house.  I kept up this action
for a long time.  My cock ached from the activities of the previous
day, unused to such exercise.  It felt good, too, but I was happy to
simply give Sulie joy, needing nothing more for myself for a while.

When we finished up, we took a quick shower together and went to the
kitchen for breakfast.  She didn't dress, so I didn't either.  It felt
great to be naked with her in the morning.  The sun shining in the
windows made her look even more lovely than yesterday in the rain, and
we ate and talked quietly, repeating how much we enjoyed last night. 
Not much more than that, nothing about anything but our pleasures,
including how much fun it was to eat pancakes in the nude.



We explored my house some, and I explained my work.  I don't really
have to work as such, the farm makes enough, even with someone else
doing the work, to support me and my boy just fine.  I take pictures
of the countryside, and that makes more money.  Neither of us bothered
to dress.  I think that Sulie wanted more sex, and I had no complaints
about doing more once I rested. Or sooner, if she'd ask.  But being
naked with her was pure pleasure, and I was in no hurry to go back to
wearing clothes around her.

She looked at the photo gear, and wondered, "Did you ever take nude
pictures of anyone?  Your wife?"

"Yes, and she was very nice about it.  I let her keep all of them,
though, after the divorce."

"I'm naked already.  You could take pictures of me."

"Wouldn't you worry that someone might see them?" "Boy scouts like you
are trustworthy, aren't they?  That's 'The Rule'?"

"It is.  I'd give you the pictures.  I can develop them here, and no
one else would ever see them."

I got my cameras, and we took pictures all around my house.  Then, out
in the garden.  They were sexy poses, but mostly I was going for
erotic, pretty pictures of a girl who I really liked, and I think that
part came through.  We finished before lunch, and I developed the
pictures, letting her look as I did it.

"I look pretty!  You are a good photographer, you know that?" Sulie
said.

"It helps to have pretty things to take pictures of.  You make a
wonderful model."

We didn't make it to lunch right away.  I'd brought the pictures out
by the couch, and we made love there again after looking at them all. 
Sulie had taken few of me as well, and I was surprised to find that I
still did look nice.  And Sulie sure seemed to like doing this with
me, playing model and photographer, sharing her lovely body with me.

****

I was a little overwhelmed by today.  I really liked Sulie, but I
didn't know how she felt about me.  I didn't want to push things too
fast.  Sex alone isn't enough for a relationship, yet it had been so
long and it felt so good with her.  I felt it was more than sex for
me, but she was so much younger, and I didn't think that I really
could compete with her boyfriend, or some younger man she might meet.

Two more complications quickly came up.  First, Dan called, saying he
could come to fix the car and would be right over.  Second, Sulie
checked her email, and her boyfriend had sent her an email, telling
her to come to him and maybe it will work out and be OK.

Sulie wasn't sure at all about going.  I told her, "It's your choice. 
But it's worth trying, if you love him and he loves you."

"You are so sweet, I really like you.  You've treated me so nice, and
now, you're not even trying to keep me here."

"You've been good to me too, and I like you."  I almost added, "I love
you," but I caught myself and said nothing.  It was too sudden, even
if that was what I felt in my heart, for it to be real.  She was going
away, and that was for the best.

****

We made love again.  She stayed the night, and we made love all
evening, and long into the night.  Much as before, but I felt
energized, ready to go forever with her.  I knew that she'd be gone,
and I didn't expect to see her again.  This night was all there would
be.

In the morning, we did it again.  She was going away to be with her
boyfriend, the man she was hoping she'd marry, yet she didn't stop
making love with me.  I only questioned her once about that, and she
said, "I might not come back here.  I don't want to regret missing out
on a good thing.  You've made me happy, and I needed that."  She
stayed one more night, delaying her life to bring some joy to mine. 
And maybe for herself as well, needing a chance for sex and love from
me before going to meet her destiny.

The next morning, car fixed, belly filled with pancakes, she left. 
She promised to email me or call to let me know what happened with her
life.  Then she was gone.

I hadn't thought about romance, and wasn't expecting one to come
along.  Two days just couldn't be enough to know, could it?  My
thoughts said that, my feelings said otherwise.  It was, I remembered,
enough with my ex   no matter how bad it turned out in the end, it
started off well.

Sulie was pretty, and much younger than I.  Not younger than when I
was at my wedding, though, and maybe the age difference didn't matter.
My ex was sexy; so was Sulie.  With my ex, there was always a hint of
secrecy and deception, something held back.  She didn't listen as
well, and covered up by making love, giving compliments, and making
suggestions.  Sulie was sensitive, compassionate.  She had, somehow,
managed to stay faithful to her friend for a year apart.  I missed
her.  I wasn't sure how I might find someone else like her, even if I
started looking.

An email arrived from Sulie, and I was happy when she reported that
all was going well.  I wrote back, and she replied briefly.  There
wasn't a lot to say, and I didn't want to open up more personal
things, not if she was doing well with her life without me.

Then, nothing for a couple of months.  I wrote, no replies.  She might
have canceled her email account, but I worried, since I didn't think
that she would do so without telling me.

It was a rainy weekend again, and I was reading stories on my
computer.  I checked my email, and there it was   a message from her. 
It was short, and it didn't explain why she hadn't written.  It made
my heart jump to read it.

"I'd like to stop by and pick berries in the rain again.  I'll bring
the same outfit along that I used last time, if you don't mind.

Sulie."

There was more, I had to page down the screen.

"PS.  I'm sorry I didn't write or call.  Things didn't go well, with
Ted, but I kept hoping they would.  I wouldn't lie to you, but I
didn't want to write that things were horrible, either.  Ted might
have seen it, and I was afraid to make things worse.  He already had
another girlfriend, and was getting it on with her all the time.  He
didn't tell her about me, or me about her.  But she found out, when
she came over to his place (OUR PLACE!), and found me there, and I
told her how long I'd been his 'fiancee.'

"We fought, a real cat fight, when Ted came in.  Ted said that he was
sorry, but she has tits, and is a real woman in bed, but if I wanted,
I could stick around, maybe all three of us could get together.  She
didn't like that idea, and I didn't either.  I packed my stuff up, and
found a place to stay.  It's only temporary, but I'm sure now that I
can make it on my own, if I must.  So, that's OK, you don't have to
take me in, I'll have a home.

"But I missed you.  I didn't know that I would, that one day in the
rain could mean so much.  It isn't just the good sex, I think maybe
you know about that already.  I love you.  Maybe, there is more
between us?  You were so good to me, I'd like a chance to find out."

My reply was short:

"Sulie, I love you.  I've thought of you since you left, and I missed
you.  The berries are still ripe, and my picking suit is all ready.

"Aaron.

"PS.  You can stay as long as you like, no strings, no matter how it
works out.  I have room, and I'd like to be your friend, even if I
can't be more.

"I love you."

She called me, and we talked briefly.  She's coming, doesn't have much
to pack, since everything she had fit in her car before.  If I were
taking pictures of the countryside, or going for a walk, I'd hope for
sunny weather.  For this weekend, I'm hoping for rain.

===

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