I was walking down a path, not too far from a park down by the river. I had my little plastic bucket and it was already half full of big juicy Fall blackberries.
It had been one of those perfect years, nice warm Summer rains for just one day with 10-12 days of sunshine in between. Then in late August the rains had stopped.
The berries were the size of quarters and just dripping from the vines.
I had stripped one section pretty well, I was looking for the vines with the lighter colored leaves. Those were the Himalayas, they have that lighter sweet flavor that make the very best Blackberry jelly and I also had plans on making a couple of pies.
I cooked pretty well, since I had been single since my divorce a decade before. My wife Debra of 15 years that I assumed was totally faithful turned out to be unable to handle the horniness some women get when into their late 30's.
I was surprised to walk in the door just after noon, the damn truck I was supposed to drive that day had broken something in the engine so that was it until another rig could be brought in.
Debra was on her hands and knees and a guy in a delivery driver uniform was behind her with his pants down. I knew right then why Debra had been buying so many trinkets on the auction sites.
I probably wouldn't have been too pissed off about that if she has just said something, I have to admit that being on the road I had dipped my own wick a time or two. Debra even asked me if I ever had any "outlets" as she called it, while I was on the road. The Portland to LA run was one day, then overnight and off to the East coast, overnight again and then back. It was a long run and after a few trips I had found some places that were warm to sleep in.
Hell, I admitted it. I had even told her that since we were sometimes apart for a week and more that I was understanding about that if she found a friend. Then when she was in her early 30's for damn near two years she couldn't get enough of me, when I was home she was always after me.
I just wanted to know, being left in the dark would be cheating. So when I asked her if she had done anything with anyone she denied it, claiming she could never do that.
Well, not only was she lying, she had been doing the delivery driver for at least a year, maybe more as it turned out. There were some others, too, I never did get all the details.
Me? I had been slowing down in the sex department and it was at least that long if not longer since I ran into anyone I might slip into the sleeper cab on my truck.
There was a couple of regulars I could have had my fun with, but the truth is I lost interest in them after a time or two.
Double standard, they call that. OK for me but not for Debra.
Yea, I know. I am an asshole. But I wasn't hiding it and she was. I kicked her out, we split the sheets, and I was suddenly single again.
The truth is I had liked Debra, she was OK.
But love?
Naw. So why did I marry her in the first place? Hell, she could cook, she kept the house neat as a pin, and she loved to fuck.
There was also the fact that the driver guy was a scrawny little shit that I just did not like, he had a wiseass attitude when I had answered the door a few times as he delivered some plastic piece of shit.
Then I walked in and the bastard had more cock left over on the back stroke than I had on the downstroke, my 7" dick is best described as normal. The jerk had a root on him that would have served him well in a porno flick.
OK. That just pissed me off even more. Debra didn't even put up too much of a fuss, the truth is I think she was relieved to head off on her own, too. What the fuck, we were only together maybe 3 days out of 10, anyway.
So like I was saying, I was wandering down the path, I came around a corner and spotted a guy and a pretty redhead sitting on a blanket in a little clearing.
The gal had on a green bikini and there wasn't very much to it from what I could see. They were maybe 50 feet away from me. I would have just gone right on by and left them alone but there was a patch of berries right there and they were so thick I walked over and started picking them.
I glanced at them a couple of times, noticed the guy leaned over and said something to the redhead. She lay back on her back and let her legs fall carelessly apart. There was a tiny patch of red right alongside the green of the tiny wisp of cloth. I glanced again, sure enough, that was pubic hair. That wisp of cloth wasn't centered very well.
The guy looked up at me and back down to her.
I moved a little bit closer, still picking berries. I glanced over again and her legs had widened even more, now I could see some pink in between the red hairs.
I felt myself start to fuss up, it had been quite awhile since I saw any pussy at all. I kept sneaking glances. Then I realized the guy had reached out and and was holding the string that tied the tiny bottoms at her side.
He was just holding it, I moved a bit more their direction. He was grinning at her and said something I couldn't quite catch, she giggled.
He tugged on the string. The knot slipped a bit, then he tugged again. The knot fell apart, the bit of cloth was now just laying on her. He still held the string in his hand.
I looked at him just as he looked up at me, he grinned. I guess I grinned back. She just lay there with a smile on her face.
Then a couple of fat ladies came around the corner, both carrying buckets.
"Sure is a lot of great berries, isn't there?" One of them said.
"Uh...Yea." I answered.
They spotted the couple laying there, one of them sniffed and they headed on down the trail. I moved over to the next patch, now I was less than 10 feet from them.
"Want me to?" The guy said to the redhead, his hand still holding the string on her bottoms. I heard that, it really got my attention. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me, those eyes were smoky green and the expression was wicked. I was just standing there holding the bucket.
That piece of cloth was all but off of her.
I knew what he was going to do and he did. He pulled on the string and the cloth fell off to the side. She lay there with her legs wide open, sunlight shining right on one of the most spectacular pussies I had ever seen.
I suddenly felt brave.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked. The guy nodded towards the blanket, I sat down at her feet.
"Wow, I never ran into anything like this before." I managed to mutter, staring at the redhead's shiny clit poking out of it's hood.
"It's OK. We just like to show off, it's fun and gets her hot." The guy said, sticking out his fucking hand.
I shook his hand, why not? It was like were being introduced at some goddamn dinner party or something.
"I'm Walt, this is Patty." He said.
"Dan."
We both were looking at Patty who was just laying there with her legs open, beaver right out on display. She ran her hands up her sides and over her lower abdomen and shuddered a little bit.
Then she sat up, reached behind her back and her top was off. She didn't have huge breasts but they were nice and well formed. She smiled that same sweet smile at me, then lay back down.
Walt reached over into my bucket and picked up a ripe berry. He rubbed it gently up her slit, leaving a trail of purple juices. She twitched slightly but didn't move. Then he stuck the berry in his mouth.
"Want some?" He asked.
Why the fuck not, I picked up a berry and reached out to rub it on her. I flicked her clit a few times as I rubbed it across her, popped it in my mouth with a grin.
It tasted just like a blackberry. Walt reached out and got some more berries, rubbed her again. Her eyelids flickered that time, so I did it again, too. She was getting pretty juicy by now.
"That juice will stain her bikini, we better clean it up." Walt said, reaching out and tugging her knee over.
I can take a hint.
I leaned forward, scooted closer until I could reach her. I almost expected some kind of protest but she just lifted her hips to meet me. I buried my face in her soft flesh, began to lick. I used the tip of my tongue to tease up and down, Patty's hips began to buck. Then I widened my tongue, dragged the flat of it all the way up and over her, repeating that over and over.
Walt just sat there and watched.
She tasted like blackberries with a hint of pussy in the background. I reached up with one hand and fondled first one breast, then the other, leaving streaks of the purple juice from my stained hands. Walt leaned down and began to lick off the drippings, that pretty much did it as she let out a loud groan and her hips jammed up, shoving her pussy into my face.
"Well, I never!" I heard from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and the two fat ladies were there, one had a pissed off look on her face but the other one seemed real interested.
I sat up, laughing.
They headed off down the trail, the one lady looked back several times as the pissed off one hustled on ahead of her.
"Man, looks like we upset someone." Walt said, laughing too.
Patty had her top back on and was fumbling with the tie on her bottoms.
"That was good, guys, thank you!" she smiled.
