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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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