Strawberry Fields Forever Ch 01

As the sun reached it's peak in the noon time sky, I decided that picking strawberries was among the worse jobs I had in some time. Would I bother coming back after the lunch break? Granted, I was getting one awesome tan, but it was the typical farmer's tan, just arms and neck. And it would take weeks or even months to even it out.

I finished my lunch quickly and my fellow pickers were still out, so I thought, why not? I had at least 30 minutes to start evening out these tan lines, I'll take full advantage of the sun. Thinking to myself that I have never done anything like this before, I quickly stripped down to my leopard print bra and thong and laid out on the grass, right next to the sweetest, juiciest strawberries in the field. Closing my eyes, I must have drifted off to sleep and awoke when I felt shadows hiding the sun. Opening my eyes and blinking quickly, I saw it was the foreman, JJ, standing over me holding his clipboard. Well, I thought, now I don't have to quit, I'm going to be fired immediately. Asking my name, JJ checked the list and told me I had not filled my quota for the day. And I best get busy, it was 3 PM and all the pickers were gone. I guess I slept longer than I thought and I was noticing some sunburn pain too! I told JJ that there is no way I can catch up, I'm starting to hurt and asked if he had anything to reduce the heat in my skin. The look I got was definitely heat filled and I suddenly remembered my state of dress, or was that undress?

Dropping his clipboard, JJ said he did have a healing balm that would take care of my sunburn. He reached to his jeans, but instead of pulling ointment from his pocket (like I thought he would) he pulled the zipper down and said -- reach in for the ointment container. I gasped and was trying to get to my feet to scramble away, but he stopped me as I reached my knees and let me know that I was not going anywhere, at least not in the near future. He asked if I indeed wanted my paycheck and of course, my answer was yes, bending over all day long picking berries is worth the check. His answer was - I'm the boss, you will do what I say, I sign those checks. Chastened, I asked what he wanted again (thinking I had not heard correctly the first time) and he told me to relax, he would not add to my sunburn, in fact, he would make sure that parts of me were shielded from those hot rays of the sun.

He gently caressed my face and told me that I had to be careful, my nose was already turning bright red and the rest of my face could not be far behind. Reaching for his waterbottle, he soaked his bandanna and gently washed my face and neck, cooling me off considerably. Water from the soaked bandanna splashed onto my bra, making it almost transparent, but I never noticed. The coolness was just what I was craving and I was feeling bad about having second thoughts about him. After all, he was older than I and even though I had hot steamy thoughts about him after the first time I saw him, I knew he would not take advantage of my naiveness and youth.

I suddenly noticed that my bra was totally see-thru and quickly covered myself with my arms. The cold water and his touch had made my nipples rock hard and I had to hide that from JJ. He smiled that smile of his and gently removed my arms and told me that I did not want to blister, just relax. That smile could make me do anything he asked, so I did relax and allowed my arms to rest by my sides. He took the wet handkerchief and applied it directly to my breasts, causing me to gasp loudly. It felt so good, but I knew somewhere deep inside that it was not proper for him to be touching me. I tried to voice my concern, but his mouth closed quickly over mine and all thought of anything flew from my mind. He tasted just like the cinnamon I knew he favored, all hot and spicy.

I tried to stand to get closer to his kisses, but he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Our tongues started battling, fighting to win the breath from each other. I totally forgot how to breathe and sensing this, JJ started nibbling my neck and my ears. I think my ears are extremely sensitive and rarely allow anyone access to them, but he was not dissuaded. He was in total control and I was just basically mush. As his hand left my back, his mouth reached my ear and I was gone. No one has ever made me come by nibbling my ears, but he was damn close. I was totally lost and he knew it. Holding me up with one hand, the other reached for my breast. Cradling it, he groaned. His gentle touch was enhanced by his worker's hands, soft yet tough, leathery yet inviting. He found the clasp on my bra and quickly clicked it open. I had a fleeting thought that it was lucky I wore one that opened in front, most guys hate the back opening kind, but that thought lasted for a second as his touch set me reeling, reeling like never before. My experience with men was extremely limited, in fact, it seemed like months since I have been touched, even though I am in a committed relationship. It is like we are just existing with each other, still in love, but burned out. At this moment, I most definitely did not feel burned out, but I was burning and on fire for JJ.

My mind is telling me to run, but as both his hands captured my breasts, I knew I was lost, and he knew it too. His fingers teased my pebbled nipples, making them harder then they ever had been. He knew all my buttons and he was finding them with finesse and speed. His mouth dropped from my ear and that hot tongue grazed my right breast. The sensation of the hot air, his hot breath and the cooling of the wetness from his mouth was so perfect, I could barely control myself. I was his and there was no turning back. Reaching toward him, I laid my hands on his chest. His blue T-shirt was in the way and I needed it gone. It was not fair that he had access to my body. Pulling at his shirt, I reached inside to touch his skin. So silky, so smooth. I had to touch him more and more. Leaning back, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and starting pulling it up.

That smile that I was falling for lit up his face as he grabbed the bunched up shirt and quickly took it off. Now, it is my turn, one I was relishing. I ran my tongue from his mouth to his ear and quickly darted it inside, just a little tease, but a mighty loud moan. That was not nearly enough for me and I started nibbling my way to his neck. This was not easy for me as he had imprisoned my breasts in his hands and was rolling my nipples to high peaks of sensation. But I was continuing my mission of giving as good as I was getting. Reaching his chest, I lolled my tongue gently over his nipples, feeling them get harder and harder. After all, I enjoyed his mouth on my skin, he should enjoy mine on his. And his groans proved my theory. But it was his turn again to be the aggressor and he pushed me down on the freshly mown field and lavished his full attention on my big tits. It seemed like he could not get enough and honestly, I was not one to stop him. I love the feelings I get when touched by a master in his craft and he was highly skilled.

I gasped loudly, which only gave him encouragement to continue. With my arms around him, I lightly scraped his back with my nails, just hard enough for him to feel it, but never hard enough to leave marks But that was not enough, I needed his mouth on me more, so I held his head tightly to my chest. Stroking his silvery soft hair was an experience in its self. Just so sensual. I had not felt like this, well, it seems for forever. My body was turning on me, taking on a mind of its own. Without a second thought, I began to thrust my hips against him. As I came in contact with his jean clad body, I felt the heat, hardness and hugeness of him. My brain tried to say stop, but no, I wanted to see what I was feeling through those jeans, I wanted to hold it, caress it and lavish it. Reaching inside those already unzipped levis, I gasped and so did he. He quickly released his belt buckle and snap and allowed himself to spring forth. And spring he did.

His beautiful eyes told me exactly what he wanted, but I had to admire the view. I was once told that "they are all basically the same" but that is not exactly true. Whether looking for subtle nuances or just major differences, I was going to make this look last as long as he would allow it. After all, I appreciate looking at the human body as much as anyone else. But, I digress. Grasping my hand, he brought it to his hardness and waited for my reaction. It was one of awe and wonder as I gently enclosed that hard cock in my hand. So hard yet silky, so hot that I thought my fingers would burn. The only logical choice I had was to bestow a kiss on this fantastic item of manhood, so I did, ever so gently and JJ jumped as on fire. Looking up at him with a smile of my own, I tugged at his jeans and his Hanes Select and got my first unobstructed view of my foreman's "package". He stood to make my frantic tugging a bit easier and that is all I needed, I had this hard marvelous cock just begging for my attention and my attention it would have.

Touching his length gently, I quickly touched every lovely inch of him and worked my fingers to fondling his balls. This caused a quick and loud intake of breath by both of us. I wanted it all, and I was going to have it. Since I was on my knees by now and he was still standing, I had a totally unobstructed view and, even though I did not ask permission, I just knew I could take the lead. So I did. Caressing first with my eyes, my hands quickly followed. Closer and closer my lips came. My breath was more heated then I can ever remember. Gently, I felt it was time for his first "blow" job, so I gently sent hot streams of air all over his penis. I could tell this was just not enough for him, so gentle kisses followed, becoming more open mouth as I explored his length. Finally, I could not wait anymore and wondering if I could take it all, I opened my mouth and let that hard cock between my lips.

Closing ever so softly over him produced a gasp that could have been heard for miles. While it is hard to grin while giving head, I accomplished it. But that gasp was only one and I knew there were more. So I set to finding them, licking and circling the crown and working my way up and down that hard, silky shaft. His voice telling me never to stop was music to my ears. I do find that there are all kinds of sounds to sex and I relish them all. But then again, if he has the brain power to talk, I must be lacking, so I renewed my attack. Allowing his cock to slip from my mouth, I began to work my lips down to where my fingers were, which were cradling those ever hardening balls. I took them in my mouth, lavishing them with my tongue, gently of course. But at this point, my hands were empty, so after reaching up to his nipples and reminding him that they were sensitive to men, I reached behind him and grabbed his ass. What he does for fitness is most definitely working, talk about hard and muscular. I was momentarily jealous but overcame it. This way, whenever I see him walking, I can feel how tight and taut those globes are and know secretly that I know.... first hand.

Bringing my hands back to the action at hand, I placed one on his hard shaft and used the other to touch his hard balls. Taking a quick breather, it was time to see what JJ had to offer me in the way of my afternoon snack. But, alas, a dilemma. There are times when I just want to watch a man's cock pulse and shoot out hot creamy cum and other times when I want it all, no questions asked. Did I want that hot cum shot all over my face and breasts, rubbing it in, licking my fingers? Or did I want to deep throat that fantastic cock and milk it for all I can get? What a decision to make!

Assessing the situation with the little mind power I had left, I decided that I wanted his hot creamy cum deep inside me. I could feel his hips start to buck and his hot cock grow larger and harder. It was time and I moaned loudly as that first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. As he unloaded shot after shot, my body betrayed me and I came with him. Wow! As much as I enjoy giving head, it has been quite a while since that happened.

Releasing his cock from my mouth, I gently kissed it and allowed him to sink to his knees. The look in his eyes, that deep dark glazed look of those eyes were almost enough to make me come again, but no, not yet. He needed to catch his breath, I did not want to have to deliver CPR right there in those strawberries. Reaching over, I found a huge warm strawberry and offered it to him, but he said that he does not eat them. Well, I had to find a way to change that, so I bit half the berry to release the juice and slowly drew it to my heaving breasts, creating a path for his tongue. Realizing I was still wearing my thong, I continued the journey down my body, stopping at the juncture of my thighs. There the berry sat, just waiting. It did not have to wait for long, his tongue followed the trail around my breasts, to my nipples and down. He caught the strawberry with his teeth and brought it back up to my mouth for me to eat. One look of those eyes persuaded me to enjoy it and wait to see what else I would enjoy.

Exploring my mouth with his tongue, his hands continued to roam over my body, stopping at that stupid thong. The heat from his hand sent shivers through me. It seemed he had all the time in the world and was going to use it all. His touch, even thru the material of my panties, was hot and wonderful. Ohhhhh was the only word that my mind could come up with. I raised my hips, causing his hand to be closer to my molten center. But I was not getting off that easy. He was going to draw this out more and more. My underwear was already sodden with my juices and I did not know how much more I could take. I wanted to scream out loud, Please, Touch me, Hold me, Taste me, but I screamed inwardly instead. That smile once again lit up his face as he lowered me onto that row of strawberries, sending up the sweet fruity scent.

He noticed the smoldering look in my eyes and took pity on me. Working his hands down my body, he reached the waistband and released me from its confines. His look was as hot as his hands which I just knew was as hot as his mouth. And his touch and his mouth were what I was craving. I was ready to beg for his touch when he must have read my mind. He ran his fingers over me, causing me to buck up and gasp. Yes, please, touch me my mind was screaming, or what I saying that out loud? I don't know, I just know that he was on the same wavelength and it was perfect. His smile confirmed that fact and as he lowered his head

(end of part one)