The sun shimmered through the trees, causing shadows to dance across the grove,
as the wind lifted the scattered leaves, blowing them into Fall’s lap. Natalie owned
one of the largest Apple Groves in the county. She was proud of her harvest,
allowing her to continue her peaceful life. The valley had been her home since
childhood. Her grandfather originally owned the property leaving it to her father.
When her father passed away, he left it to his only heir, Natalie. Natalie
could not imagine doing anything else. Harvesting Apples was her life and her life’s
blood, without the Grove she could not exist.

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Each year, she had to hire new hands. The pickers migrated from crop to crop.
Sometimes there were a few old faces in the sea of new. Being a picker did
not pay much, so Natalie could sympathize why so few stayed with the job. This year
Natalie decided to try something different. Usually, she managed the pickers, and
handled the Harvest and company needs. This year she had hired a Forman. Jack
was a towering young fellow, who had worked for her father. They worked well
together, sharing the same goals. Jack loved the Harvest, as she did, filled with
the exhilaration of bring to market the sweetness of a years work. The small
community depended on the Harvest, placing them squarely on the map. The community
was well known for their Apples. Apples were put into everything, from Apple Sauce
to Pies. They even had Apple Wine. This year was going to be no different.
The Apples were ripe and ready. The Harvest was one of the largest in years.

Wanting to iron out any rough spots, Natalie asked Jack over for dinner. She had
prepared his favorite, Southern Ham with Apple Mulch. For dessert she made fresh
Apple Dumplings. The dinner went over well and was very much appreciated.
Natalie and Jack decided to take their desert and coffee to the living room and enjoy the
warmth of the fireplace. They sat on the sofa, sharing stories of days gone by, when
her father ran the Grove. She had played with Jack as a child. He made time
for her and her sometimes childish games. He was a dear friend, that had helped out
too often to count. Once again, he was coming to her aid. He didn’t have to
work anymore, after buying a successful ranch. But he knew that there was no one
else that could handle the job, and that could be trusted. Natalie was a pretty
petite women, towering a meer 5″3′. She had an iron will, but could easily be
taken advantage of. Jack had fallen in love with her the first time they met.
But he was 22 and she was barely in her teens. Now she was older, and even more
beautiful. Her face had filled out, with finely sculptured cheek bones. Her
skin was silky soft, as he occasionally reached out to caress a cheek.

Natalie knew about Jack’s feelings, but never had an opportunity to express hers.
She loved Jack and wanted, for several years, to be his wife, but Jack never asked.
As they sat on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder, watching the fire dance, Natalie was
through with waiting. She turned in her seat, and gave Jack the biggest wettest kiss
smack dab on his lips. The look on Jack’s face, made her laugh. He looked so
ridiculous, gapping like a school boy looking at his first girlie magazine. Jack
took the invitation, as her drew her into his arms. He held her tight, not wanting
her to get away. The many years of unbridled passions swelled within their hearts,
as they truly kissed for the first time. Their tongues sought out each other’s,
dancing and playing. His hands roamed her back, feeling her through her shirt.
He wanted to run his bare hands over her body. He pulled her shirt up and over her
head, nestling his head deep into her chest. She held his head, gently curling his
thick black hair around her fingers. Her fingers found his shirt buttons, as she
also undressed him. They held each other close, feeling the heat of their naked
flesh. He bent his head down, kissing her little breasts and slowly moving to her
belly button. She had the cutest “outy” he had ever seen. It looked
like a perfect button, guarding her precious regions below. She had a trim little
bush of soft blonde hair. He lowered his mouth to her center, tentatively taking a
sip from her stream.

His tenderness aroused her more, as she held his head, continuing to run her fingers
through his thick curly black hair. He rose his mouth from her spring, taking her
beauty in. Her hair was sprayed across the pillow, like a halo around her face.
She was an angle of light and love, with a specialness that showed in the eyes of
all she touched. She had the ability to make other’s smile, no matter how blue their
day had been. Natalie had a joke or story for every occasion. He gently moved
on top of her, being careful not to crush her under his weight. He took her mouth
into his, and loving kissed her.

Natalie felt the first urgings of his love, as his manhood squeezed between her legs.
He made love to her slow and sweet. He was large enough that she felt
completely full and satisfied. He moved in and out with such grace and patience,
ensuring her comfort before his. They came in unison, riding the waves of their
love. In the aftermath, Jack held her close, stroking her hair, whispering all that
he ever wanted to say. Jack’s proposal was gentle, like his lovemaking. It was
more a plea than a question. Natalie responded that she would love to be his wife.
They discussed the ranch and the grove. How together they would be perfect
together, complimenting each other by becoming one. As he looked down at her, he
felt his body stirring for more. He slowly caressed her body, traveling his hands
over her soft flesh. Natalie closed her eyes, enjoying the movement of his hands as
they traveled over her body. She arched her back, pushing her valley closer to him.
She wanted him again, this time as his fiance. She eagerly spread her legs,
capturing his hardness. Natalie’s stream was running fast, gushing forth her own
wetness. Jack felt at home between her legs, comforted that he was going to be hers.
The thought of waking up with her each morning, pulling her deeply into his arms,
and running his large soft hands over her body, made him want her even more.

They held each tightly as they, again, braved the orgasmic tidal wave crashing against
their bodies. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, rejoicing in their love.
This year would be different from the rest. This year they were going to
Harvest together, as one…

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