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© 1998 Ambrosia
Vynne
This story
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either products of the authors imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales
or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The sun shimmered
through the trees, causing shadows to dance across the grove,
as the wind lifted the scattered leaves, blowing them into Fall's
lap. Natalie owned one of the largest Apple Groves in
the county. She was proud of her harvest, allowing her
to continue her peaceful life. The valley had been her
home since childhood. Her grandfather originally owned
the property leaving it to her father. When her father
passed away, he left it to his only heir, Natalie. Natalie
could not imagine doing anything else. Harvesting Apples
was her life and her life's blood, without the Grove she could
not exist.
Each year, she had
to hire new hands. The pickers migrated from crop to crop.
Sometimes there were a few old faces in the sea of new.
Being a picker did not pay much, so Natalie could sympathize
why so few stayed with the job. This year Natalie decided
to try something different. Usually, she managed the pickers,
and handled the Harvest and company needs. This year she
had hired a Forman. Jack was a towering young fellow,
who had worked for her father. They worked well together,
sharing the same goals. Jack loved the Harvest, as she
did, filled with the exhilaration of bring to market the sweetness
of a years work. The small community depended on the Harvest,
placing them squarely on the map. The community was well
known for their Apples. Apples were put into everything,
from Apple Sauce to Pies. They even had Apple Wine.
This year was going to be no different. The Apples were
ripe and ready. The Harvest was one of the largest in
years.
Wanting to iron out
any rough spots, Natalie asked Jack over for dinner. She
had prepared his favorite, Southern Ham with Apple Mulch.
For dessert she made fresh Apple Dumplings. The dinner
went over well and was very much appreciated. Natalie
and Jack decided to take their desert and coffee to the living
room and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace. They sat on
the sofa, sharing stories of days gone by, when her father ran
the Grove. She had played with Jack as a child.
He made time for her and her sometimes childish games.
He was a dear friend, that had helped out too often to count.
Once again, he was coming to her aid. He didn't have
to work anymore, after buying a successful ranch. But
he knew that there was no one else that could handle the job,
and that could be trusted. Natalie was a pretty petite
women, towering a meer 5"3'. She had an iron will,
but could easily be taken advantage of. Jack had fallen
in love with her the first time they met. But he was 22
and she was barely in her teens. Now she was older, and
even more beautiful. Her face had filled out, with finely
sculptured cheek bones. Her skin was silky soft, as he
occasionally reached out to caress a cheek.
Natalie knew about
Jack's feelings, but never had an opportunity to express hers.
She loved Jack and wanted, for several years, to be his
wife, but Jack never asked. As they sat on the sofa,
shoulder to shoulder, watching the fire dance, Natalie was through
with waiting. She turned in her seat, and gave Jack the
biggest wettest kiss smack dab on his lips. The look on
Jack's face, made her laugh. He looked so ridiculous,
gapping like a school boy looking at his first girlie magazine.
Jack took the invitation, as her drew her into his arms.
He held her tight, not wanting her to get away. The many
years of unbridled passions swelled within their hearts, as
they truly kissed for the first time. Their tongues sought
out each other's, dancing and playing. His hands roamed
her back, feeling her through her shirt. He wanted to
run his bare hands over her body. He pulled her shirt
up and over her head, nestling his head deep into her chest.
She held his head, gently curling his thick black hair around
her fingers. Her fingers found his shirt buttons, as she
also undressed him. They held each other close, feeling
the heat of their naked flesh. He bent his head down,
kissing her little breasts and slowly moving to her belly button.
She had the cutest "outy" he had ever seen.
It looked like a perfect button, guarding her precious regions
below. She had a trim little bush of soft blonde hair.
He lowered his mouth to her center, tentatively taking a sip
from her stream.
His tenderness aroused
her more, as she held his head, continuing to run her fingers
through his thick curly black hair. He rose his mouth
from her spring, taking her beauty in. Her hair was sprayed
across the pillow, like a halo around her face. She was
an angle of light and love, with a specialness that showed in
the eyes of all she touched. She had the ability to make
other's smile, no matter how blue their day had been.
Natalie had a joke or story for every occasion. He gently
moved on top of her, being careful not to crush her under his
weight. He took her mouth into his, and loving kissed
her.
Natalie felt the
first urgings of his love, as his manhood squeezed between her
legs. He made love to her slow and sweet. He was
large enough that she felt completely full and satisfied.
He moved in and out with such grace and patience, ensuring her
comfort before his. They came in unison, riding the waves
of their love. In the aftermath, Jack held her close,
stroking her hair, whispering all that he ever wanted to say.
Jack's proposal was gentle, like his lovemaking. It was
more a plea than a question. Natalie responded that she
would love to be his wife. They discussed the ranch and
the grove. How together they would be perfect together,
complimenting each other by becoming one. As he looked
down at her, he felt his body stirring for more. He slowly
caressed her body, traveling his hands over her soft flesh.
Natalie closed her eyes, enjoying the movement of his hands
as they traveled over her body. She arched her back, pushing
her valley closer to him. She wanted him again, this
time as his fiancée. She eagerly spread her legs, capturing
his hardness. Natalie's stream was running fast, gushing
forth her own wetness. Jack felt at home between her legs,
comforted that he was going to be hers. The thought of
waking up with her each morning, pulling her deeply into his
arms, and running his large soft hands over her body, made him
want her even more.
They held each tightly
as they, again, braved the orgasmic tidal wave crashing against
their bodies. They looked deeply into each other's eyes,
rejoicing in their love. This year would be different
from the rest. This year they were going to Harvest together,
as one...
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