Erotic fiction inspired by Mila Azul in “Fruits”
If a woman asked you to spend the day on a pick-your-own farm, would you do it? Would you spend the entire day bent over in the fields picking fruit? You would if the woman was anything like Mila.
Mila is a free spirit; a hippy chick if ever there was one. She walks the walk, talks the talk and looks every inch the sexy, free love and fucking in the street Aquarian goddess you’d imagine. She has long, silky hair, flawless skin, big, bouncing boobs that have never seen the inside of a bra, and curvy hips that wiggle in a way that makes my dick hard whenever she walks into a room.
It’s rare that Mila asks me to go out and do stuff with her and it doesn’t end up in some kind of fuckfest, and this day out was heading in the right direction from the outset.
I picked her up and she was dressed in her usual sexy hippy style, a thin white blouse that showed off her tits, and a long skirt that clung to her fine ass, some sandals and that was it.
In the strawberry fields, with the light behind her, I could see right through that skirt. It was so thin I was sure she had no panties on. Whenever she bent down to pick a strawberry, her fabulous titties swung inside her shirt. It was quite a show. But as awesome as it was to watch Mila, picking fruit is still farm work, and after a few hours I was beat.
“Hey, baby,” said Mila, swinging her basket at me, looking like she hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Have you got enough fruit? Do you want to call it a day now?”
She brushed my hair from my damp brow and ran a finger around my earlobe to my chin, lifting it up to her face to plant a kiss on my lips. I was ready to go, and it looked as if she was too…
She took me back to her place, a house in the suburbs that was a little ramshackle but full of boho charm. We went into the kitchen to put the fruit in the refrigerator.
“Oh, such a hot day, huh?” Mila said, taking her top off as soon as she’d dropped her basket. “Mm, these cherries are so sweet, and their skins are nice and cool on mine.”
She popped one in her mouth and then traced one over her breasts, bumping it on her nipples, making them stiffen. She pulled up her skirt and climbed up onto the kitchen counter – I was right, she wasn’t wearing panties. She looked up at me and started stroking a cherry over her pussy, teasing it up along the cleft of her lips. Then she pushed it between them and said, “Do you want to try one?”
Suddenly, the hard work of the field was forgotten and I was over there in seconds flat. Squatting on the floor, my hands on the counter, I licked her pussy, my tongue seeking out her hole before rolling up between her lips to take the cherry between my lips.
I stood up and offered it to her, mouth to mouth, biting half off as she came to me with her mouth open.
I chewed thoughtfully as Mila pulled off her top and skirt and her fingers slid down her body to her pussy, watching her touch herself, a little cherry juice spilling from her lips.
Spitting the stone across the room, I watched her reach for a huge blood orange and tear it open, her freckle-framed eyes on me as she bit into it, smearing the sticky liquid all over her face.
She shifted further back and placed the fruit in front of her pussy. “It’s nice and juicy,” she said, smiling. I could see that. Her pussy was glistening as much as the fruit.
I took hold of the orange and squeezed it over her left breast, watching the liquid drizzle over her tit and tumble off her nipple. I got down again and licked her pussy; it was sweet to the taste, like the orange, and I grew harder in my pants just eating her out and tasting the fresh fruit mixed with her own juices.
Mila moaned and started to squeeze the orange over her body, the juices trickling down as I got busy with her clit. By now, I was so hard that I just had to get my clothes off too, so I stood up and undressed in front of her as she ran a finger over her slit, pushing it inside herself, her foot bouncing back and forth, toes teasing my cock through my pants.
While we had been playing together, the heavens had opened. With a gleeful giggle, she jumped off the counter and headed out into the backyard, dragging me after her. Laughing, Mila danced under the downpour, her beautiful breasts bouncing. But I was far too horny to play games now and I stepped to her, pushing myself up against her body, my erection pressing hard against her belly.
“Isn’t the rain wonderful!” she said, wriggling free from my grasp and spinning around and around.
“If you want to get wet, come with me,” I said, taking her by the hand and leading her back inside, to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and we got in together. “It's better when it’s warmer,” I whispered in her ear as she stood under the spray, hands on the tiled wall.
Now I had her just as I wanted her. I ran my boner down over her ass crack, bending my knees so I could get myself in beneath her. My helmet found her pussy and her lips parted for me, eager for my shaft.
As I eased myself in, Mila bent over further, a moan escaping her as I filled her with my cock. She bucked back against me, wanting it as much as I did. My hands searched out her voluminous breasts as I bent over her, wanting to play with them and fuck her like this at the same time. But as the heat of her pussy started to get to me, I had to straighten up so I could thrust into her harder and faster.
I began to fuck her with a steady rhythm, working the day’s aches and pains out with each and every stroke. Mila was up against the wall now, her back arching, her breasts pressed up against the cool tiles, her groans louder each time I plunged into her.
She reached back with one hand, grabbing at my hip, trying to pull me in harder, looking at me over her shoulder. “Oh, yes, baby, this is so good. I love your cock. You’re so good,” she said.
That did it for me; the sight of her tits bouncing as I fucked her, the feel of her tight wet pussy around my cock, her hand clutching at my hip, her words, they all worked to push me over the edge and I held on tight to her as I came, slamming myself into her with every spurt.
Mila’s hand moved back to the wall as she came, needing to steady herself as her body rocked against me, her loud calls of ecstasy filling the bathroom. We stayed in that position until my cock softened and slipped from her and she turned to lean her back against the wall and let my cum spill from her hole, washing down her thighs just like the orange juice had minutes earlier.
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