This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s right boys and girls…its copywrited…so if you want it? Just askJ we’ll talk.
Dryad
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We have huge pine trees in our backyard. We’d been talking for years of getting rid of them. They’d drop needles all over our yard, as well as the yards of our neighbors. We couldn’t cut them down ourselves; they were too large, and with our luck we’d hit our house, or worse the house of a neighbor.
So we did what all suburbanites do, and called a tree service. My husband was at work, and my mother took the children so they wouldn’t be in the way and get hurt. I let them in early in the morning. The crew drove the heavy trucks into the backyard. They had one truck with a chipper on it, and one truck that held the cherry picker that raised them up high to top off the tree.
The crew included 4 men. They were all young, in their twenties, and very muscular, as you’d expect them to be. The crew chief was in his late 20’s, with short dark hair, and dark eyes. His smile was infectious, and soon, he had me feeling at ease.
I watched for a while, while things were explained to me by the various workers, answering my curiousity. It started to get warmer out, so I brought them out some drinks, to much applauded thanks. Since there were 4 good sized trees, I had been told they would be there the day. As the sun grew higher, Mike, I found the crew chief was named, called lunch break. The cherry picker came down in a loud hiss of hydraulics, and he hopped out and smiled at me. I offered my kitchen to the guys, knowing it wasn’t often they were able to get out of the sun and heat, which they all gratefully accepted. I looked at the cherry picker, knowing of my fear of heights, but also intrigued with the machine. I had surruptiously been watching Mike as he wielded his chainsaw high overhead, and had been getting warmer and warmer; a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.
Mike was still outside, getting things together. I strode up to him, smiling sweetly. He smiled back, “What’s up?”
“Well…..I was wondering if you’d help me.” I smiled. I was still feeling my way through this half-hatched plan. It was wild, fantasy material, a bit of my former self that had been buried since my marriage.
“sure, what do you need?”
“Well, see, I’m afraid of heights. And I was wondering if maybe you could take me up in the picker. I know you can do it from the basket.” I smiled, hopefully sounding innocent, yet giving a hint of what I was thinking.
He looked at me quizzically, as if he wasn’t sure he was reading me right. My smile brightened as I saw he was reading me between the lines.
“Oh, sure, I think we can do that…You’d get a great view of the neighborhood.”
We walked over to the basket, where he lifted me over the side and deposited me in as if I were a feather, and I shivered at his touch. He climbed over the edge as well, and reached behind me, in the close confines, leaning into me, to grasp the belt there. “for safety,” he replied, winking at my quickened breath. He attached his and I found I had quite a free range of movement with it, which afterwards I thought should have been painfully obvious, considering what they needed to do in the basket.
He pressed the button, and I felt the hydraulics jerk as we began our ascent. He studiously looked the other way, looking out over the horizon. I was beginning to be unsure of what I was doing. After all, maybe he was just being nice…and he wasn’t aware of my limited seduction. I started to bemoan my lack of practice. Then, we were at the full height, and indeed, you could get a fantastic view of the whole neighborhood. He came to my side, his breath fluttering my hair as he pointed out various features of the land. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and looked at him.
“feeling adventurous?” I smiled as I slid down before him.
His eyes widened as he began to understand me. “discretion, right?” Well, I had to ask, after all, I am married. He nodded mutely, dumbstruck. The sides of the basket now hid me from view, and anyone looking up would assume he was by himself. I smiled up from my kneeling position, seeing only him and the blue sky above. I reached for his belt, and his hands settled over mine, helping me. I could feel his hardness pressing against his work pants, so I reached my hand in to keep the zipper away as I tugged it down. I looked up when I heard his soft moan. I smiled, as I dragged his pants and boxers (gotta love a man in boxers) to his knees.
His cock sprang out before me. I looked at it, smiling dreamily. Its one eye couldn’t seem to focus on me, as it kept bouncing around trying to get a better look. Its head was purple, flat and wide, silently begging for my attention.
So I gave it. No pretense, no complications. I took the head into my mouth quickly, my tongue flicking at the eye. I sighed softly, missing that which my husband long ago had decided was unnecessary. I slid my mouth lower, wondering if I was still as able. I bounced up and down on it a few times, but did finally manage to deep-throat his 6 inches, moaning deeply when his cock jerked in my throat. I looked up to see him holding either side of the basket, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration.
I began to swallow. Long hard swallows that squeezed his head in my throat. I smiled against his cock as I heard him moan rather loudly. I slid back up to his head and then off, blowing lightly at his tip and watching it jerk in response.
“Wow, where did you learn that!?” He shuddered in amazement, “Your husband is one fucking lucky guy!”
I snorted in derision, “he’s been turning my blowjobs down for years…why do you think I’m up here?” I smiled, the dove my head lower, and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I savoured the tightness of his skin, the taste of his sweat. He began to buck against my face, his cock sliding against it, as I sucked his balls. I looked and could see his knuckles getting white from the strength he was exerting. I took pity on him, and frankly myself, and latched back onto his hard, heated cock. My tongue swirled in mysterious patterns along the underside, my lips tightly over his head, as I began to truly suck. The suction was so great, I felt his balls tighten further, and my hand went down to squeeze them lightly. My other hand, wrapped around behind him, as I squeezed his ass.
I smiled as I felt his hands stroke my sun heated hair. I felt his confusion, trying to decide whether to pull me closer, or push me away. I took the choice from him, sliding back down to his base, continuing to suck and heard his gutteral moan. I took his hands from my head, and placed them on either side of my face, offering silently. He took my offer, beginning to quickly fuck my mouth, I moaned, feeling him shudder at the vibration. I got hotter and hotter, knowing he was close, knowing how close we were to others. He started to buck into my mouth, his smooth gait suddenly breaking down as he neared completion. I let my teeth gently graze and catch the underside of his head, my lips closing tightly as he exploded into my mouth, groaning loudly. I swallowed greedily, drinking as shot after shot of his salty sweet cum poured into my mouth. I slid back down to his base, sucking him cleanly off, absorbing the last spasms of his orgasm, before releasing his cock, and standing up.
It was at that moment the other workmen came out. They hollered up to me in their jovial way, “How’d you like the view?”
I grinned back, winking at Mike, “oh, its spectacular!”
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001
