Hospital Summer Picnic II

Yawning, but feeling rested, Lisa sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 9:30? Already? She’d been more tired than she’d even known. He was already gone, probably already at the farm shop to help pull the combines out of the shed to get ready for another harvest. It had been sweet of him to give her a day to help clean up the pond in readiness for her picnic, but today it was back to business for him. For a brief moment she wondered why one of her friends hadn’t come to get her up.

Almost as if on cue, her two energetic friends entered the room with little preamble. “Lisa! You up yet?” Marie called.

“Uh – right here,” Lisa giggled, hands coming up immediately to cover her bare breasts.

“Whoops! Sorry!” Tami laughed.

“When is everyone supposed to arrive?” Marie asked.

“J-just after lunch, 1:00 I think. Isn’t that what we put on the invitations, Tam?”

“Yep.”

“We’ve got time,” Lisa said.

“Yeah? Well, we have people wandering around out there already, and nobody is out there.”

“Really?” Lisa gulped.

“Unless the zero went in the wrong place… Oh, Lisa, did I mess it all up?”

“We could just tell them all to go home for a couple hours,” Marie mused.

“Or have them make themselves at home. We can make it work. Surely not everyone will show up at 10! Tami… um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.

“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”

“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.

“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.

Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”

“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”

“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.

“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”

“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.

“You can change over there,” Lisa pointed to the special tents set up for changing.

“Hmm… Aren’t you kinda’ short-changing the guys?” Megan winked. The men’s changing tent looked as small as a broom closet.

“Nope,” Lisa grinned. Blessed with what had to be a 10-1 female-male ratio of employees at the hospital, Lisa figured the guys didn’t need all the extra space… nor did she think they would mind.

Lisa wasn’t sure how she became the official greeter, but it somehow fell on her. At one point Tami brought her a chair, and Marie set up a small card table with the official guest book, where the ‘score’ was kept as to just who showed up. She knew everyone in her own department, but there were a number of others she didn’t know as well.

“Hi Darren, hi Bob.”

“Hi Lisa.”

“How’s Allie? You must have found a sitter for her today.”

“Yeah, she’s with my Mom, I – ”

“Hey, are those shirts for us?”

“Sure, Bob – here you go. Wait a sec – you guys need the large ones.”

“Extra large for me,” Bob grinned, patting his tummy.

“Okay, extra large for you,” Lisa grinned, winking at Darren. “Enjoy.”

“Holy molie!” Bob hissed as he looked towards the pond. “I tell you what, Darren – it’s days like today that I’m glad I chose to be a nurse. It makes up for all the crap I took from every guy I knew in school. They can think I’m a sissy all they want! Bet they can’t go to work and see this!” Nope – wouldn’t find this on a construction site or some other ‘manly’ job.

Darren nodded in thoughtful agreement. The hospital was indeed blessed with an attractive female population, most of whom, because of their chosen field, happened to be fit and healthy and –

“Hey guys.” Trying to do her part in playing ‘host,’ Tami sauntered up to the two men. “Change room’s there, food’s over there, and if you have to go to the bathroom…” She gestured into the distance with a wink, “find a tree.” Both seemed to stare at her dumbly for a moment. “Geez, guys, I was only kidding!”

“Um, sure, thanks Tami,” Darren murmured, wondering if women, especially beautiful ones, fully appreciated the power they had to render a man speechless at times. Tami had curves in all the right places, a gorgeous tan, and the black bikini she wore displayed them perfectly.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Bob muttered as Tami walked off.

“I know what you mean,” Darren murmured, looking back to where Lisa sat. Friendship was pretty special, too, and Lisa was in a class all of her own. He
saw her smile at him, then turn to greet a pair of doctors that wandered in. He knew she was just being friendly, but wondered if she understood just how much that smile meant to him every time he saw it.

“Yeah, well I’m gonna go check out the food.”

“You do that,” Darren chuckled. Beautiful women AND food. Bob was likely indeed in ‘heaven.’

At one point, Lisa heard a few shrieks and turned to see what was happening, just in time to see Betsy get dumped in the pond, her arms and legs flailing. She’d been carried there by a group of her giggling ‘friends’ who evidently thought Betsy needed some cooling off. Then again, maybe Betsy was the only one the group of them could carry, being a tiny thing who barely reached five feet in high heels. Brought to a satisfactory conclusion, the ladies returned to shore while a soaking wet Betsy ‘fumed’ and plotted ‘revenge.’

It wasn’t the only ‘shrieks’ she would hear as the afternoon wore on, as others were summarily ‘escorted’ into the pond to cool off. And as the temperature touched one hundred degrees, it started to be welcome relief. Then at one point, someone got the brainy idea of ‘bringing the pond’ to those on shore, for more fun and frolic. Bored now that the stream of visitors had subsided, Lisa yawned, and was about to rise to go join the party, when she let out a shriek of her own. Sneaking up behind her, Tami and Marie dumped an entire five-gallon bucket of water onto their lovely greeter.

“Oh – You guys!” Lisa gasped. She didn’t mind cooling off, but still, it was a shock to the system! Five whole gallons… and pond water was the ‘best’ kind of water, too. Not!

“Now I can truly say you’re ‘all wet’ about something,” Marie laughed.

“T-that’s for sure,” Lisa grimaced, pulling the teeshirt from clinging to her torso and attempting to drive some of the water out. Grinning in spite of herself, she got up from her chair and headed towards the pond.

“Wow, Lisa – they got you, too?” Darren smiled with understanding, having already shed his teeshirt.

“I’m afraid they did,” Lisa smiled, tugging at her tee shirt again. “You too?”

“Caught in a water balloon barrage,” he chuckled.

“Water balloons? Who brought those?”

“I dunno,’ I –” He stopped suddenly, transfixed as he watched her tug the shirt off, up and over her pretty head. He hoped she didn’t hear him sigh, but he couldn’t help but stare with appreciation, though he tore his eyes away when she finally got the wet shirt removed.

“Where did you hang up your shirt?” she grinned, absently wringing the water out of hers.

“Um – I think everyone is, uh – putting them over there.” He pointed towards a makeshift clothesline that someone had set up.

“Hey, that works! Can you hold this for a moment?” Handing him her teeshirt, she proceeded to shrug out of her shorts, tantalizing his eyes as she wiggled her hips and pulled them down her smooth legs. “There, that ought to do it.” Reaching for her shirt again, she walked over to the clothesline and hanged them up.

She smiled brightly at him as she walked back to where he sat. Tired of being the one to say ‘hello’ to every person that came, she was looking forward to talking to him about Allie and a few other things, not to mention getting some sun. Finding an unused chair, she dragged it out next to his. “If I sit here,” she grinned, “will you take anyone that comes along to dump water on us and throw them in the pond?”

He chuckled softly. “Sure, it’s a deal.”

“Okay – Be right back,” she said.

He watched as she headed off towards the caterer, who was probably pulling his hair out in making sure none of the food got swamped from pond water by these ‘insane’ supposed health care workers. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Lisa finally returned, leaning back in the chair and stretching her legs with a contented sigh. Then, sitting up momentarily, she busied herself with applying tanning oil, starting with her legs. He watched her from the corner of his eye, then noticed her swimsuit.

“Did you?… Where did you get that?”

“Get what?” she asked, stretching her legs and admiring their gleam in the sunshine.

“Your suit – it has the hospital logo on it.”

“Oh, I made this. It was from some worn out scrubs.”

“You are more talented than you let on.” And quite a few other things, he didn’t add. It gave him an excuse, albeit a small one, to look just a little longer.

“Well, I had such good luck making Allie her swim… I mean ‘simsuit,’ I thought I’d give it a try here. And after all, it is the summer picnic.” Finished, she smiled at him and turned her back. “Darren – would you mind hitting my back with that?”

Was water wet? Trying his best to keep his hands from trembling, he sat up and reached for the tanning oil. Waiting until she had time to gather her hair, he gingerly applied the oil to her smooth back, pensively rubbing it in with his fingers. It brought back so many memories in a rush, and for a moment he forgot all about Lisa, as he remembered some of the last pleasant memories he had of his wife. Their last trip together had been to visit her folks down in Florida, meeting them there for a special getaway in the middle of winter. Allie had been just a little chirp, and her folks had given them some time alone while they put in some ‘grandparent’ time. He remembered the sound of her voice, talking as he rubbed tanning lotion into her skin, just like he was doing at the moment. She’d encouraged him to build a playhouse for Allie… something he hadn’t gotten to until after she’d passed on. It had been therapeutic, but it still grieved him that he hadn’t taken time to build it while she’d been alive. But mostly it was just her and him, and the sound of the waves landing on the beach, and the whisper of a light afternoon wind. He’d layered her back with kisses, one small prelude to what he wished to do with her in the night…

“Darren?”

‘Oh my gosh! Did I just kiss Lisa’s back?’ Horrified, Darren froze and looked down at his hands, then quickly at the crowd, wondering if anyone noticed.

“Darren?” she repeated. “You all right back there?”

“Oh, Lisa, I’m so sorry,” he blurted. “I – my mind was a thousand miles away.”

“Memories?” she asked, turning to face him.

“Y-you have no idea.” He couldn’t meet her gaze, and dropped his eyes. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what made me do that.”

“Darren…” She reached for his hand and held it in hers. “It’s okay. Really. She… she must have been really special.”

Had it been anyone other than Lisa, he would have been irritated to be read so easily like a book. He nodded dumbly, but kept his eyes averted, wanting like everything to let his heart spill over to someone, anyone, with things that had long been kept locked up inside. Lisa was an absolute peach, and a friend, but it didn’t seem right to dump it all on her, especially not here.

Seeing his lips tighten to a thin line, Lisa changed the subject. “How’s Allie doing?” It was a much ‘safer’ topic, as it turned out, and he managed to eventually smile again as the afternoon wore on. Both watched their friends finally play a game of volleyball, and become even wetter. It had been Stan’s idea to put it in the water. Nobody knew why, but he thought it was a ‘good’ idea to have a volleyball net in the pond in a few inches of water.

“Want to go join them?” Lisa finally asked.

Darren smiled wryly. He was actually quite content at the moment. Who couldn’t be when you were talking to someone showing an interest in you, particularly a beautiful woman? It was far better than the snippets of time he could get at work to talk to her, and at the moment, he was beyond caring what anyone else thought of it, if they were. “I think I’m fine,” he said, then added, “if you are. If you want to go jump around and bat a ball around, uh, go right ahead.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Lisa smiled. “Otherwise, it will make me chafe even more.” He almost wilted as she gently rubbed her breasts. Looking at him, she giggled. “Learn from this, Darren – never make yourself a swimsuit out of hospital scrubs – I don’t think the material was intended for swimsuits! Probably the last time I should ever wear it… seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Chuckling, he promised to take her lesson to heart. Reaching for his cell phone, he quipped. “Need a memory then? Better have a picture if this is the last time it sees the light of day.”

“Not if said ‘memory’ ends up on the bulletin board at work,” she giggled.

“Lisa, I would never do that to you.”

“I – I know, Darren. I shouldn’t have said it that way. Here – how should I pose?” She made a face at him.

“Yeah, like that,” he smiled, chuckling as she stuck her tongue out at him. He snapped several pictures of her acting silly until she finally gave him a beautiful smile for a much better one.

“I should really go check on supper,” she finally smiled, gesturing at the vigorous volleyball game still in progress, “or there will be mutiny after all this exercise. Thanks for catching me up on Allie. You give her a kiss for me, okay?”

He watched her go and felt a lump rise in his throat. He hated to admit it, but he was in love with someone he could never have, and he wondered just how long it would take to get her ‘out of his system.’ She unwittingly reminded him that he was still alive, awakening things he missed with his wife. Was this a natural part of having to start over? It had seemed bad enough back when he lost his wife, when he stoically put on a brave face for his little girl, storing up his tears and anguish of heart for the lonely hours on his bed when the memories seemed to taunt him with sleeplessness. God sure said a mouthful when He proclaimed that it was not good for the man to be alone, and at the moment he felt it in spades.

The time seemed to pass in a blur, and the voices of her friends and coworkers seemed to still be in the air as evening shadows crept over the landscape. Shivering with the evening chill, Lisa glanced at her surroundings, and quietly groaned. There would be at least a day of cleanup in putting everything back together, but it had been worth it. Next year someone else could tackle the job, but she was glad she’d taken a turn.

“Leave it, Lis,” Marie called. “It’ll be there tomorrow.”

It surely would. Accepting her best friend’s invitation to stay the night once more, she wearily followed Marie back to their house. She’d already received a call from her husband. Unfortunately he’d be in late, as they were moving the combines at night to the lowest elevation land where the crop was ripening in a hurry. He wanted to move them at night when the traffic was lighter. She hoped it didn’t take as long as he thought it might.

“I’m pooped,” she said upon arrival. “Point me to where bed is.”

“I think you know where it is,” Marie laughed. “G’night.” The two friends exchanged a kiss, and she added, “Need a ‘sleep aid?’”

“Sounds delightful… though I probably won’t have any difficulties. Watcha’ got?” Marie disappeared into her room, and reappeared moments later. “That’s the sleep aid?”

“Best one I know of, girlfriend,” Marie giggled, handing over the vibrator to Lisa.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Tami called, catching up to them. “Got an extra? You surely won’t need one with that hunk you go to bed with.”

“No, I guess not,” Marie quipped.

“Well, good night you two.”

“Good night, Lisa.”

Wearily entering her room, Lisa tore her shirt off and removed the makeshift scrub bikini. Never again. She sighed softly as her protesting nipples finally found their freedom, and hoped they would forgive her. A scrub swimsuit hadn’t been the best idea; next time she’d build it a little differently. After taking a steaming hot and relaxing shower, she appraised herself in front of the mirror and decided she was none worse for the wear.

Walking back into her room, she glanced at the nightstand and her best friend’s suggested ‘sleep aid,’ and giggled. That was typical Marie: sassy, playful, and unashamedly sexy. Well, maybe it would help her get to sleep. Then she froze, hearing a noise at her door, a light tap. “Yes?” she called.

Before she could cover herself, the door opened, and he slipped inside. Smiling to see arms immediately in motion to cover herself, a nearly futile exercise being in her birthday suit, he quipped, “It’s just me, Hon.”

“You’re back?!” Filled with surprise, she threw herself into his arms.

“Yeah, I’m back,” he grunted. “I don’t know how it happened, but we got a flat tire on the way.”

“A flat tire?”

“Yeah. She nearly wrecked the combine when it happened, too.” By ‘she’ he meant their new combine driver, KayLynne. “Picked up this huge spike – must’ve been about eight inches long or some such – drove it straight into the – ”

Hugging him closely she whispered, “I’m glad.”

“Huh?” Truth be told, he was a bit pissed off at the moment, not at his driver, but at the jackball that decided to leave a spike on the open road for his tire to find. A new tire would be a couple grand at least, unless James could get it patched, and possibly delay his harvest.

“Now you can be my ‘sleep aid,’” she purred, pointing at the night stand. “And besides… you’re much longer than eight inches – ”

Swallowing her soft words with a kiss, he felt her hands at his belt helping him undress. Finally breaking their kiss, and feeling her warm hands slipping his shirt over his head, he looked down into her pretty blue eyes, noticing again that she was delightfully naked. Maybe a flat tire, even an expensive one, WAS a good thing. “How in the world do I leave you every day, Babe?” he murmured. Every moment away from her seemed a near waste of time, and he found himself wishing he could have spent the day with her.

On her knees and working his pants down, she replied, “I don’t mind, as long as you keep coming home to me!” Then she groaned, having forgotten his heavy work boots over which his pants would not go.

“I need a shower, Hon,” he chuckled. “I still have grease on my hands, and have been working in the heat all day and probably smell like a billy goat – ” He winced as she kissed his growing phallus through his underwear.

Giggling at his reaction, she stood up. “You’re right – you smell like someone who has laid on the shop floor all day long.”

She was actually quite close. “Probably worse than that,” he grinned, hopping his way over to a chair to finish removing his boots and clothes.

“Nice hopping. Maybe you’ve been out with the bunnies all day?” she giggled.

“No, just trying to emulate your rabbit,” he quipped.

“Sorry, you’re way better than my ‘rabbit.’ And he doesn’t hop, by the way.” Nor did he come with a gorgeous man on the other end of him, either.

Finally free of his pesky clothes, he marched into the restroom led by an enormous erection. Hopping into the shower, he ‘decompressed’ in the warm water and listened as she recounted her day.

“I think you missed out, Babe.”

“I bet I did.”

“I think there were a few guys who thought they were in heaven,” she giggled. “I work with some very pretty… uh… colleagues.”

“Either that or they were in ‘torment,’” he laughed. “Look but not touch.”

“Not till they got home anyways,” she smiled.

Finally clean, or as close as he could get to it, he shut off the water and reached for the towel she handed to him. Rubbing his hands, he frowned. “Sorry Babe – that grease sticks tight, but I got the worst of it.”

“I’m not worried,” she purred, grasping his manhood, and reaching for his hand to tug him with her into their room. He was quite clean where it mattered most!

He followed most obediently, admiring the sweetness of her curves and all the naughty things he wished to do with her. Drawing her into his arms, he stopped them both in front of the floor length mirror near the closet, his penis pulsating with erotic energy as it rested in the cleft of her bum, and his hands found her gorgeous breasts, seeming all the more beautiful to him as they filled his hands.

“Oooh, careful,” she whispered quickly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Tender?” She went on to explain the ‘other’ part of her day. “So… I shouldn’t expect any new swimming trunks made out of old scrubs then?” he chuckled.

“Not unless I get mad at you,” she giggled. Staring at the mirror, she smiled at him, watching her nipples stiffen with pleasure just to be close to him.

“You are SO beautiful,” he murmured. “I hope you never get tired of me having my tongue hang out all the time around you.”

“Look who’s talking,” she purred, rubbing her soft bum against an erection that could cut steel. Turning swiftly in his arms, she looked up into his eyes. “I love you, Baby.”

His smile was probably stretching so wide it was tearing his face apart, but he didn’t care. He would never fully understand why this adorable creature loved him, but she did, and it gave him a happiness that he felt all over. It was just that simple. Lifting her gently in his arms, he laid her on the bed and crawled in beside her, a gentle hand finding her trembling tummy. Creeping lower, his whisked a finger through the downy softness of her pubic hair. Looking down at her, he smiled – it was straight as an arrow, and looked as if it had been etched in her creamy soft skin, perfectly waxed in place and expertly trimmed by the talented hands of his pretty cousin. His gentle fingers found her, enjoying the rose-petal softness of her femininity, and the beauty of the place where they were one. “Exquisite,” he murmured. There weren’t enough adjectives in the universe to adequately describe what he felt towards her. She erased the difficulties of his day and melted his heart into a world of joy. “I love you, too,” he whispered, looking into her eyes, his last word trailing off in a heartfelt groan as she tenderly squeezed his manhood.

Watching his fingers reverently touch and trace a trail over her soft skin, he whispered again, “I’d have loved to see you in your scrub bikini… I bet every guy there was loving it, too.”

“Think so?” she cooed, moving his hand back down between her legs.

“I know so,” he chuckled.

“Well, there weren’t many guys there, lover,” she smiled, shivering with pleasure as she felt the tip of his finger tenderly sink into her slippery cleft, nudging her clitoris and sending rapturous tentacles of pleasure racing through her body.

“Then I should have come down there for sure!”

“You should have… We could have snuck off and had our own little ‘work’ party… Maybe we still can tomorrow when we clean up the mess!”

“Will you wear your scrub bikini tomorrow?”

“Oh no!!” She was emphatic. Maybe a little too emphatic, he’d actually jumped! Gently touching rigid, yet tender nipple tips, she continued, “Maybe I’ll just need to let them rest tomorrow… unencumbered with silly things like clothes and – ”

“Yeah? You’re just taunting me into delaying harvest, aren’t you?”

“And it will give me such a nice tan,” she continued, ignoring him, but giving him a squeeze. “Just me and Marie picking things up in the hot… hot… afternoon sun…”

“Marie? I thought it was you and Tami that put on this shindig.”

“It was – and I’m a little miffed at her,” Lisa pouted. “I knew she was going to leave the hospital, but she didn’t have to schedule her last day for today… but she did.”

“Starting up her own business now?”

“Yes… she took her and those gorgeous breasts of hers to set up her massage parlor. Hmph!”

“You’re not really mad…”

“No,” she giggled. “Marie offered to help pitch in… and maybe I could convince Miss to come down and help, too. She said she gets way more work done when she can chase you out of the office, so she’d have time.”

“Is that so?” he queried. He was happy to know that Melissa felt comfortable enough to say such a thing. She’d come a long ways.

“So… just me and Marie… working away picking things up in the hot… hot… afternoon sun… Maybe tomorrow afternoon… when all the work is done… some handsome local wheat farmer might happen by and generously offer to rub suntan lotion all over our bodies… till we’re nice and shiny and – ” She squeezed him again and was rewarded with a satisfied groan.

“I – I think quite a few other handsome dudes would have happened by already and taken care of that,” he mumbled.

“At the pond? Not a chance,” she grinned, watching him dance his fingers again over her soft breasts, erect nipples seeming to stretch out to the loving touch of his fingers.  “And maybe when you’ve done all that… we could make love in the sunshine.” They’d fantasized about making love outdoors before, but only once had they actually done it… a quicky near the pond, incidentally, down over the hill in the brush. He hadn’t gotten anything out of it, but she certainly had, and she remembered the excitement of holding his head locked between her legs while absorbing the surrounding country sounds as he worked his magic. She shivered with the memory and licked her lips.

“This time,” she continued, “I could pleasure you in the sun, for everyone to see.” She looked down at him briefly, moistening his penis with his own fluids and working her fist up and down his hard length. He looked delicious, and all the more so as he expressed his pleasure, the soft moans that were music to her ears. “Would you like that, Sweetheart?”

He nodded ‘dumbly,’ and reached down to stop her hand. The pleasure was excruciating and the look in his eyes one of insatiable hunger for his soul-mate. “D-do you know how much I love you, Babe?” he whispered softly.

His only answer was her sweet smile. She blinked her eyes at him as he gently rose, kissing her soft navel. He marveled at the smoothness of her gorgeous legs, such a contrast to his now work-roughened hands, softly rubbing a calf against his face and kissing a warm foot. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed down at her in appreciation, leaning in to tenderly kiss her baby soft femininity. “C-come in, Sweetheart,” she whispered, as he watched her own fingers play in her vulva. Scooting forward, he felt her soft hands grip him again, laying him gently against her soft flesh. “H-he’s beautiful,” she purred, gently running a slippery finger over the crown of his manhood and dabbing it in the weeping slit that seemed to pour forth his desire.

“Oh, Lisa,” he moaned softly, gently shifting forward as she unerringly guided him to where he needed to be, instantly surrounded by the velvety warmth of her exquisite body. He paused momentarily, then peered into her eyes as he buried himself within. “You are SO beautiful, Sweetheart,” he winced, trying like everything to control the powerful emotions that bubbled over in his heart.

“L-love you,” she gasped, exquisitely tightening herself around him, and smiling to see the look of absolute rapture on his face. “B-breathe, Sweetheart…” she encouraged him. It barely registered with him, but he stared back into her face, gasping for air, and trying like everything to stave off the point of no return. Mercifully releasing him just in time, he rested in her arms, her smooth legs wrapped around and gently rubbing against his back, loving each pulse and throb she felt from him within.

Waiting a few moments until his breathing slowed just a little, she tightened herself on him again, sweetly smiling into his handsome face. Their foreheads touching, they all but read each other’s thoughts being so close. She felt, more than saw his broad smile, felt the brush of his whiskers, smelled the scent of the soap he’d used in the shower, and the pleasure-filled rush as she squeezed around his withdrawing manhood. Withdrawing, only to return with love deep within, the soft, downy tip of his penis returning to adore and kiss her womb. She felt him shift forward on her, the faintest brush against the joyful pearl of her pleasure, and nearly cried at how good it felt.

“W-what do you see?” she whispered, feeling his continuous, slow strokes within her lovely body.

“The most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered. No matter how many times he said it, it always made her feel special!

Raising himself above her, he looked down at her, her blue eyes flashing into his, and watched her hands come up to hold her breasts. Sensually dropping her gaze, she looked at her breasts, hands gently kneading their lush shape even as she admired a part of her she knew he found spectacularly beautiful. She could almost feel his smile, and flashed her gaze upward at him, grinning in return. “Oh Sweetheart,” he exhaled, gingerly withdrawing. She giggled as he scooted further forward, his leg hairs tickling her, then captured his slippery wet manhood in soft, pillowed comfort between her breasts.

He was a beautiful man, particularly for what she knew was in his heart, but now all the more so, his desire evident, rock hard, pulsing in time with his heart beats, and glistening because of where he’d just been. She felt him shift forward, and the soft rub of the mushroomed tip of his penis across her lips. Looking into his eyes, she opened to him, hearing him gasp with delight as she encircled him in her lips, her tongue flickering out along the sensitive underside of crown. “You taste good, Sweetheart,” she whispered sweetly, then slipped him back into her warm mouth, taking him in as far as she could.

“We taste good, Babe,” he whispered hoarsely, his heart flooded with emotions just watching her. Her soft hands came up, holding him gently at his base, smoothing out his skin so as to even heighten his pleasure, the other gently stroking what she was unable to take in her mouth. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head for the pleasure she was giving him, he finally gasped as she momentarily relented, blowing on the tip of his penis.

“Hey now,” she giggled. “I—I think I want another taste.” She attempted to take him in her mouth again, but he stopped her, knowing he’d never last.

Hoarsely drawing back, he retreated downward, until he again found the warmth of her passion, gently slipping inside and moaning as he drew deeply within once more. Lying on her like a blanket, he stared down into her pretty face, her gorgeous breasts now crushed against his chest, and smoothed back the wisps of hair on her forehead. “I like your taste,” she smiled, again squeezing him mercilessly within and watching complete pleasure cloud his features once more.

Reaching underneath her to support her back, he withdrew almost full length, then surged forward again, grinning with satisfaction to hear her gasp of pleasure. Was it truly more blessed to give than to receive? The surge of joy that filled his heart just to know she was happy, and that he pleased her and gave her pleasure, gave him more fulfillment than he ever would have dreamed possible. They might imagine, and even do, a lot of things… but to him it was still all about her. Always had been, and always would be. She was his pearl of great price, at least in terms of what could be found on earth!

“And I love your taste,” he whispered huskily, continuing to thrust in and out of her, even as he called to memory many happy moments with his face locked between her creamy thighs, her gorgeous smooth legs wrapped around his head, and the sound of her passion-filled voice crying with ecstasy. Lifting himself up on his arms, he looked down at her. Her face flushed, she smiled crookedly up at him, slipping a hand over her breasts and tummy. His gaze followed her hand, and then lower, as he breathlessly watched the movement of his body in hers. There was nothing on earth more beautiful than that! “I – I love you,” he whispered again, tearing his eyes back to her pretty face. “Cum for me, Sweetheart.”

His voice seemed to resonate in her ears as she gazed into his eyes, offset by the slippery sounds of his body joining with hers. “N-now I’m making love to you… in the sun…” He could almost see bodies, his on top, their faces close together, his lover’s filled with ecstasy, a satisfied smile.

She closed her eyes, and could almost see the image too. His butt gleaming in the sun, and the muscles rippling in his back as he pumped into her.

“Sweetheart – ” she gasped, looking into his eyes.

He searched her eyes, seeing her pleasure shine through. There simply weren’t words to describe what he felt towards her. He wanted everything absolutely perfect for her, and still yearned to know if he could possibly give more, wanting badly to be inside her head at the moment, to feel the same rush of feelings that passed through her, and to embrace fully the sweetness of her love towards him.

Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she arched her back against him, beautiful breasts thrust upward to the sky as erotic tingles of pleasure surged through her body, seeming to caress her skin with feather-soft strokes of delight. She looked into his eyes once more, letting him peer deeply into her soul, and gave herself to him in sobbing gasps of pleasure. She tried to squeeze herself around him, which only heightened her own pleasure, as he continued rapidly stroking in and out of her body, each thrust moving her bodily on the bed, as he happily explored the exquisite wonders of her body!

How he managed to hang on, at least for the moment, he didn’t know, but it thrilled him to be able to watch her joy, and to feel her surrender everything to him… which only fueled his immediate desire to do it again… and again… long into the night. He truly had forgotten all about the flat tire, the coming stress of harvest, and the work of tomorrow, which would take care of itself.