Groaning And Gathering

It's foraging season. The trees are full of fruits and nuts, and the ground is littered with edible flowers and roots--as long as you're smart enough to find them.

Not everyone appreciates good forage, my husband being one of them. He would rather have a classic dinner, served without much talk and always with a TV show or video game on in the background during the meal. As a farmer, fresh produce isn't hard to come by; however, I find myself getting bored of it. It's exciting to mix the meal up every once in a while, with foraged leeks or even found chestnuts! But that's my husband... boring, distracted, and predictable. Always the same old thing.

Imagine my excitement, then, when a familiar voice pipes up from around the corner while I'm out picking flowers for a salad.

"Isn't it a beautiful day?"

I turn and see our neighbour Leah walking over. Her sandy blonde hair is pulled back in a braid, and her hands are brushed with dust from her latest carving. I always feel tongue-tied around Leah for some reason, and today is no different. I smile and nod.

"Doing some foraging?" She asks, green eyes twinkling. "It's the perfect season for it!" Leah loves foraging--it's no secret; in fact, she was the one who taught me!

"I'm trying," I smile. "No one will eat it but me, though."

"Seems a waste," Leah says. "It's such a good way to introduce some excitement to a meal."

"Know any better spots?" I ask, knowing she will. She grins and takes my hand, leading me off toward the Old Woods.

"The old apple tree is bursting right now," She says over her shoulder, dropping my hand but staying close.

To my surprise, I find my eyes drawn to the curve of her waist as she leads me into the waving grasses. The tip of her braid swings with her gait and just brushes the tip of her butt through her jean shorts. I surpress a shiver. It's hardly my fault. The last time she'd taken me to the apple tree, we'd gotten closer than ever before... we hadn't kissed, but it had been close, and the memory of it has my stomach tightening in knots.

"Tada!" She says, spreading her arms and geaturing to the full tree when we arrive.

We set to work, and in no time, have a full basket. Once we're finished, we sit side by side against the base of the tree, apples in hand. Leah exhales and closes her eyes, lifting her head. Her tank top leaves little to the imagination, and I try to focus on other things.

"So Seb really won't eat these?"

"Probably not," I admit.

"Why do you do it, then?"

"Forage?" She nods, and I shrug. "Mostly to get away, I think... to forget." I supress a laugh. "To mix up my life even a little bit, instead of the same thing day in and day out."

Leah smiles and reopens her eyes. When I look back at her, a little smile is playing against the corner of her lips.

"So you like to mix things up?" Her teeth catch her plump lower lip. I swallow.

"Very much. Seb is fine, he just..." My eyes stick to her lip as she massages it with her teeth. "He's just--"

"Do you remember the first time we came to the tree?" Leah asks suddenly. I nod, losing my voice again. Leah's eyes dip to my mouth. "I've always kind of felt like we didn't get a chance to finish what we started."

"Oh..."

She shifts closer to me, and I'm caught up in the scent of her--apples and wood smoke. She leans close enough that I could touch her.

"Want to mix it up?"

I nod again, and Leah snickers before bending in and catching my lip between her teeth. She presses down for just a second, before shifting--and then we're kissing.

Kissing Leah is like everything I've never let myself dream about. My mouth falls open in a gasp and she nips my lip again. She tastes like apples and something sharp I can't place. My back presses into the trunk of the tree, and Leah moves in closer. Our breathing increases as our mouths crash against one another, and when I open my mouth the next time, Leah's tongue slides in. I close my lips around it and pull, catching the barest taste of lipchap, before she's opening her own mouth for me and letting me explore.

As we press in harder, she takes my hand and guides it to her chest. She presses my hand against her breast and her hardened nipple, whimpering into my mouth when I start circling. I bring my other hand up and squeeze her boobs together then release them, letting them bounce and caress my hands. I've never felt anything so good, until Leah lifts her tanktop and gives me access to her bare stomach.

Her skin is warm and inviting, and as we make out, fighting for each other's breath, I slide my hands upward. I can feel the goosebumps rising on her skin, and when I cup her bare boobs, she shivers against my touch. I moan along with her when my fingers find bare nipples, peaked just for me. I roll one between my thumb and finger, then pinch it.

Leah likes that.

Her hips rolls in place, and she scoots even closer. I release her perfect tits and lift my own shirt, overcome with desire. Leah breaks away from my mouth to watch me lift my shirt up and expose my large breasts. She grabs my shoulders and presses our chests together before catching my mouth again. Our boobs rub against each other, hardening our nipples in sync.

When Leah bends and sucks one of my nipples into her mouth, it's almost more than I can bear. I whimper and cradle her head to me as she ravages me, nipping and kissing and suckling. She pulls against the hardened bud and pinches the other, and wetness pools between my legs. Deep groans rise from her throat, and when she's ready, she pulls away and lifts her arms, exposing herself to me.

I pin her arms back against the tree and bury my face in her tits. I've never dreamed of anything so delicious. I nip and pull against her swollen skin, all while holding her in place. My own tits swing against her bare stomach as I suck on her.

"Pants," She whimpers. "Take off my pants."

I do so, unzipping them and dragging them down her legs with painful slowness. I bear her white underwear, and my mouth waters at the wet spot there.

Without stripping her down completely, I started rubbing the wet spot through her panties. She grabs one of my boobs in one hand and starts rolling the nipple again, even as I press against her and move my fingers through the slippery wetness her panties have revealed. Slowly, I slide her underwear to the side and expose her swollen pussy. Another groan escapes me at the sight of it, waiting for me.

I run two fingers down the front of her vagina, and she throws her head back in impatience.

"Finger me," She demands breathlessy, like she can't take it anymore. I obey, and slide two fingers into the wet, welcoming warmth.

"Uhhnnn," I growl as she writhes against my hand, and I slowly pump my fingers in and out. She shudders against me and spreads her knees wider.

"Me too," She whispers, and slips a hand down the front of my own pants. I shriek in surprise, but Leah wastes no time. As I start pumping in and out faster, she slips two fingers into me, as well. "You're wet for me," She breaths as her fingers slide lazily in and out of me. "Can you hump my hand?"

I start rocking my hips against her even as she starts riding my hand. In strangled near-silence, we finger fuck each other.

"Feel how wet I am for you?" She moans in my ear. My hips rock faster into her hand. "You gonna make me drip?" I growl a yes, and she smiles. "Are you going to taste me?"

I don't reply, but pull off and ease her down to her back on the forest floor. I press her knees apart and sink my mouth down onto her delicious mound. Her lips are swollen and hot against my tongue, and she tastes so sweet I can't stop. I press my hands into her ass cheeks and yank her to me, suddenly feral, and feast on her. Her head rolls on her shoulders and her breasts heave as she screams my name. I bury my lips into her and take everything she can give me, willing her to scream it louder. We're deep in the woods. My husband will never hear.

"Turn and kneel down," She gasps.

I do so, and position my pussy above her waiting mouth. I lick and suck at her inner walls and slower lower my hips onto her face. She swirls her tongue as it enters me, but my moan is lost in her vagina. Her hips thrust into my mouth even as I grind down on her face, and I feel her hands spread my ass cheeks for full access. Her tongue starts flicking my clit, and before I know it, release is building in me.

"I'm going to come!" I gasp, and she slaps my ass in consent. She brings me to the edge, sucking and pulling and swirling into me, and then she crooks a finger and digs it inside next to her tongue.

I come undone, and my orgasm rocks through me. She opens her mouth and drinks what I give her before her own orgasm explodes on my tongue. It is metallic and hot, delicious and forbidden. She screams again and drags her nails down my back, shouting my name as she cums, humping and thrusting against my mouth until she's spent.

When we're finished, we lay against each other on the ground, panting. I'm tempted to go round two as soon as my heart slows down because of the aching desire she ignites in me, but somehow, we get dressed and lead each other back out of the trees.

Apples will never look the same again.