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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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