Strawberry Red, Part 3

Her lips were as full as the strawberries, tasting just as sweet. Sliding my tongue over the top, I felt her moan softly. Her fingers grasped my nipple, twisting it towards her. My hand snaked up her back, wrapping into her hair. Pulling her head back to lay her on the blanket, I gave her a sly smile.

"Let me help you out of those," I said pulling her shorts over her hips. She wasn't wearing

Strawberry Red, Part 2

As I rolled over to see where the voice was coming from the sun blurred the vision in front of me.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked as she lowered herself to the blanket. She was beautiful, long flowing brown hair with bangs that dipped into her sparkling blue eyes.

Sitting up on my elbow I leaned over to the basket picking out a strawberry. Holding out my hand to her I offered. She leaned over

Strawberry Red, Part 1

Red strawberries sweet
Fingers, lips, tongue stained lovely
Want to share with me?

She laid the blanket out on the grass near the strawberry field. The tank top and shorts provided little protection from the warmth of the sun. Kicking off her sandals she settled on the blanket and picked up a fresh piece of fruit, popping it into her mouth. The juice ran over her lips and down her chin.