Berry Picking Passion

One thing I always do each summer is pick my own fruit. It’s fun to do once a year or so. There’s a farm on the outskirts of town that I go to. There’s quite the crowd that gathers there at times. I was minding my own business picking some blueberries and this man came up behind me and starting working on the bush I was picking from. I told him to move down from me and he said he came over to me because he thought I was pretty. Well that’s a bit different. So we started chatting as we picked the berries.

He leaned over and kissed me, right there in the berry patch. Most people had moved away from where we were sitting and soon we were kissing passionately right there in the late afternoon in the middle of a field. He reached for my breast and I didn’t stop him. His cock was hard in his pants and I reached out and grabbed it and took it out and was soon fondling him and then I went down to suck it. I couldn’t believe I was sucking a stranger’s cock right here out in the open. He laid me back and we half took our clothes off.

He was inside me before I knew it and I had my legs wrapped around him. I loved the feel of him inside of me, this stranger in the berry patch. We kissed and fucked furiously, although no one seemed to be anywhere around or to have seen us. We both came and started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. We soon put our clothes back on and were headed back to the parking lot, our picked berries in hand. I doubt we will ever see one another, we didn’t even get each others names, but it was a fun and silly thing to do with a stranger in a berry patch.

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