Wild Strawberries

WILD STRAWBERRIES
By Jimbo1
(c) June 26, 2009

This is an erotic tale about the exploits of Jack and Julie in the wild strawberry patch.


The light, late afternoon shower had nicely settled the dust which enabled young Jack to pedal his bicycle quickly along the sandy road. Under normal conditions, the loose sand made it difficult to ride with much speed, but the shower had helped pack the sand making the road surface much easier to deal with.

It was a familiar route that he was following. The narrow, tree-lined road headed north from his family’s farm and then swung east past the old country dance hall and down into a dip in the road and back up onto even level. The treed area soon gave way to more open spaces.

As he rode along in the early dusk, Jack spotted a car parked in the entrance to a fenced field.

Puzzled, he stopped, got off his bike and slowly approached the car. As he walked up to the vehicle he heard the sound of music coming from the driver’s open window but noted that the car motor was not running.

“Anyone here,” he said in a loud voice, although not raising the vocal level to where he would have been shouting.

Slowly, a head of blonde curly hair rose from the car’s front seat.

He couldn’t help but stare as he noticed the bright blue eyes that set off the flushed look of the soft smooth cheeks that gave way to a mouth framed by full, bright red lips.

“Hi,” he said, hesitating before introducing himself simply as “Jack. Are you alright?”

“Yes. I’m fine,” the blonde replied, adding that her name was Julie and that she was new to the area and thought the field looked like a prime spot for picking wild strawberries.

“I was just laying down on the front seat resting for a moment before wandering into the field,” she said.

“Do you know if there are any strawberries in here?” she asked as she started to open the door.

Jack detected an unfamiliar scent as he stood near the now open door and he couldn’t help but notice that Julie was wearing a very short skirt that had ridden high up her long slender legs. He also noticed that the buttons of her semi-transparent white blouse were straining against the pressure of her ample breasts which exposed a considerable amount of cleavage.

“Yeah, there is a pretty good size berry patch over by that clump of poplar trees,” he managed, while struggling to divert his focus from the ravishing beauty that had unfolded before his young, but not exactly innocent, eyes. He had seen this kind of beauty in pictures that had garnered some of his attention on the bookshelves in the drug store in town.

“Can you show me?” Julie asked as she stepped out of the car making no attempt to cover her inner thighs which were fully exposed as she turned and stepped out of the car.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jack said, a sudden quavering noticeable in his voice.

“That would be so sweet of you,” Julie said turning to kneel on the front seat. Jack saw what appeared to be a dark, wet spot on the back of her short skirt and that she didn’t seem to be wearing any panties as she reached into the back seat to retrieve a blanket and a small plastic container.

“I usually take a blanket to sit or lay on while I pick wild
strawberries,” she said, adding the while she enjoyed picking the
tasty tiny morsels, she also enjoyed relaxing while doing so.

She offered Jack her left hand as they walked away from the car. Her long and slender fingers entwined through his. And though her fingers, seemed quite dry, he thought they felt a little sticky.

The two didn’t say too much as Jack led her toward the clump of trees. As they drew nearer to the bushes, Julie noticed the tiny leaves of the wild strawberry plants and exclaimed that the area certainly appeared to be a decent size as far as wild strawberry patches went.

She hesitated, dropped the blanket and the small plastic container and pulled Jack close to her, wrapping her arms around him and pulled him to her bosom.

“Oh, Jack, I think this area is going to be perfect. Everything looks ripe for the picking,” she said as Jack was torn between leaving his face buried in the cleavage of her full breasts or pulling away for a gasp of air...the suddenness of her embrace had left him unprepared for the experience.

He decided that he needed to resume breathing so he pulled away from her embrace. Glancing toward the berry patch he offered her some reassurance that not too many people passed this way and that the berries were usually plentiful in quantity and considerably larger than most of their wild counterparts.

Julie bent down to retrieve the blanket, providing Jack with a better view of her full, melon-sized breasts that had interrupted his breathing just moments before.

He offered to help her spread the blanket on the ground adjacent to some plants where the wild red berries seemed to be hanging in little clusters of three and four berries each. These were unlike the single berries that most people were accustomed to when heading into the wild for a berry-picking experience.

Once the blanket was spread out, Julie wasted little time in lowering herself to the fabric and then proceeded to stretch out propping her head full of blonde curls in the palm of her left hand.

Jack, brushed his right hand across his top lip and caught the faint scent that he had first detected when Julie had first opened the car door. Whatever it was, he surmised that it must have been transferred to him when she had taken his hand as they walked towards the clump of trees..

He squatted down on his haunches near the edge of the blanket and
started to pick a few berries and had failed to notice that Julie had unbuttoned the front of her blouse. As he turned to put his handful of berries into her plastic container he was entranced by the smile that had spread across Julie’s face and the come hither look that was in her eyes.

“Jack, I love picking wild strawberries, but it is so much nicer when I have someone else to share the pleasure with,” she said. “Come up onto the blanket and lay beside me and I’ll show you some of my berry-picking secrets.”

Unable and not really wanting to resist the invitation he crawled
toward her and soon found his face very close to hers. She moved her hand behind his head, running her fingers through his sandy-coloured, wavy hair and drew his mouth closer to hers until their lips met.

His head began to swim as he once again inhaled the fragrance of her light perfume. Her full lips parted as she ran her tongue over his lips and then pushed her way past his closed teeth that easily gave way to her gentle pressure.

As she held him in her embrace and working her lips and tongue around his, Jack instinctively moved his hands to the opened front of her blouse. Julie didn’t flinch as his fingers slipped past the confining burgundy-coloured silk fabric of her brassiere and found her nipples. He began to roll them between his fingers and as he did so, he heard her moan and felt more pressure against his lips.

Julie broke the embrace and reached down to his exploring hands and moved them toward the front enclosures of her bra.

“You can undo it if you like,” she said and she guided and assisted his fingers in releasing the clasps which immediately allowed her full breasts to spring forth.

He had never seen real bare breasts before but was drawn to explore the nipples with his mouth as she directed his head down to her chest.

“Here,” she said as she took a few of the fresh wild strawberries and crushed them against the full firmness of her breasts.

Jack had never tasted crushed strawberries like this before and was enthralled at the new experience – one that he enjoyed for several moments encouraged by Julie’s responding moans and lifting of her breasts to meet the pressure of his lips and caressing tongue.

As he paused for a breath of air, Julie struggled to free herself from under his weight.

“I’ve got another secret that I’d like to share with you,” she said.

Curious, Jack sat up and watched as Julie slid her hands behind her back to the waistband of her skirt. He heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and saw her slip the tiny skirt down her legs revealing her narrow waist and a thin piece of material that ran from a waistband disappearing between the juncture of her slender thighs.

He didn’t wait for a verbal invitation for a much stronger one had already been issued as he placed his hands just below her waistline and gently slid them around to the curvature of her hips. His hands quivered for never before had he seen, let alone touched, such beauty.


As his hands moved up her hips he grasped the thin waistband of thong panties and slowly rolled it down exposing a small patch of dark curly hair. She raised her hips to enable Jack to remove the flimsy piece of material. Her legs were partially open allowing Jack his first, unobscured view of the very centre of her sexuality.

He lowered himself between her shapely, slender legs his head lying just above her knees and as he released his ragged breath Julie felt the warmth of his breathing on the sensitive, parted lips of her vagina.

She reached between her legs and clasped the sides of Jack’s face and motioned for him to slide closer to her vaginal lips.

“Come up higher and run your tongue along the folds of my sex lips,” she urged.

Jack didn’t need a second invite and he slithered farther up between her legs until the short, curly hairs tickled his nose. He parted his lips and began to savour the feeling and distinct taste of her sex as she began releasing gutteral moans of ecstasy as she became the sole focus of Jack’s tongue.

He not only explored her sex lips with his tongue, but also nibbled and gently pulled on them with his own pursed lips causing her to cry out with intense pleasure.

She was amazed at the length of Jack’s young tongue as he ventured into the depths of her vagina. He parted the lips of her labia and flicked the hood of her clitoris which caused her sex juices to freely flow mixing with his saliva creating a stream of fluids that seeped down between the crack of her firm derriere.

As she responded to the smooth, rapid attentions of his tongue, she slowly pushed his head away.

“I’ve got a great idea Jack,” she said, as she gasped and quivered from his actions.

She reached into the container of fresh strawberries and picked out a few and slipped them into the moist, pink folds of her labia.

“I want you to eat these strawberries,” she said, as a smoldering gaze covered her eyes and she drew Jack’s face back to the warmth that lay at the top of her parted thighs.

Jack didn’t need to be coaxed twice. He resumed the gentle pressure of his tongue against the moistness of Julie’s smooth mound and again succeeded in parting the pink lips of her labia as he went in search of the freshly implanted strawberries.

His tongue was rounded in the shape of a firm penis as he plunged it into the depths of her vaginal lips, sending Julie’s gyrating hips upward in response to the sensual pleasures that were being mounted against her womanhood.

Slowly, Jack opened the tip of his pursed tongue as he felt the
slipperiness of some of Julie’s wild strawberries. As he encircled the berries with his tongue, Julie recoiled as spasm after spasm rocketed through her body and a torrent of clear liquid began streaming from the depths of her sex. The liquid had a distinct saltiness taste which strangely enough mixed pleasantly with the sweetness of the strawberry.

Jack pulled away from Julie just as another rush of her sex juices was released as she shuddered, her hips straining to reach the white, billowy clouds floating across the clear blue evening sky. As she relaxed, Jack slid his body over her and planted a firm kiss on her full, pouted lips which parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

He felt the pull of her tongue on his as she sought to suck as much of his tongue into her mouth as she could. The pulling pressure gradually eased and Jack opened his tongue and released the strawberries for her to savour.

As they relaxed on the blanket, now wet from her sex juices, Julie said that was the first time she had ever served up strawberries and her own cream.

“That is the first time I’ve ever had them served like that,” Jack said, adding he could become partial to having his strawberries dished up in such a manner.

As the evening wore on, Jack realized that as much as he regretted the idea, he knew that this episode of berry picking was over and that he would have to get home.

“I’ll give you my phone number and whenever you get the urge to serve up strawberries like that again, be sure to call me,” he said.

Jack wrote down the number and passed it on to Julie, giving her a firm, warm embrace before he got on his bike and rode toward home.

She chuckled to herself when she realized Jack’s phone number 374-6536 actually spelled “drink em” and in his absence she vowed that his would be among her favourite phone numbers and one that she would call often.


This was my first attempt at writing an erotic short story