Forbidden Fruit

By Rod Ramsey

© 2003, all rights reserved.

John Peck heard the bus stop just down the block and levered himself out of his recliner. For years he and Jasmine had been playing this game. John stood at the window, peaking out the gap in the curtains when she arrived.

Jasmine poked her head through the gap in the fence and looked toward the house. She was sure he was watching as she wiggled between the pickets. A couple of years ago the fence was replaced, yet when Jasmine checked the same board was loose giving her access to Mr. Peck's garden.

Today it was strawberries, ripe and waiting to be picked. As the spring and summer progressed it would be cherries, then apricots and pears, finally ending the season with tart blackberries. John watched the slender girl bend over and pick one of the red berries. She had to know the trouble she was in if caught. Although he had never complained, her mother punished her if she was caught. Several times he had heard her screams as she was spanked when younger.

Jasmine noticed the plastic container nestled in amongst the bushes. A smile played across her lips as she glanced at the house. Opening the dish she found a couple of chocolate pieces melted together. The silly old man should have known better than to leave chocolate out in the warm sun. She so loved chocolate, yet didn't care to lick the sweet from her fingers.

John could see sudden inspiration cross the girl's face. Her pink panties showed as she bent to pick another berry. Her face beamed in the golden light as she placed the chocolate covered treat on her tongue.

Jasmine worked her way along the rows of berries, picking the sweetest looking ones. Her back to the house, she knew her panties and adolescent legs were giving Mr. Peck a show.

John stood at the window mesmerized by the vision. The girl looked so lovely and delicate in her school uniform. The long coltish legs, the soft swell of her breasts, beauty beyond anything he could imagine in his lonely life. He heard the girl's mother call out her name.

Reluctantly Jasmine set the dish of chocolate down. With a smile and wave toward the house she slipped through the fence before her mother came around the corner and into the backyard.

--Fin--