The Orange Blossom Special

“You want me to meet you where?” My gravelly voice echoed in my tired mind. “It’s too early.”

“Winston. I have a surprise. Be at the grove in fifteen minutes.”

The grove?

Why did Stacie need us there this early?

The workers wouldn’t be there yet. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and realized it was almost sunrise. The things I do for this woman. I dressed and headed for my pickup truck.

The bumpy, back road woke me up, and as I came around the last curve , Isaw light peeping through the stand of trees. After I parked and opened the truckdoor, the morning blush crept across the sky. I grinned. It reminded me of thefirst time Stacie and I had met in this orange grove.

Then it hit me. Was this what I thought it was?

My favorite fruit scent moved me along as I walked through the trees. Encapsulated in the fierce blossom scent, everything in my world that connected me to Stacie played out in my mind. This morning, the heavy fragrance in the air made my teeth ache with anticipation and hope. My thinking stopped when I saw Stacie standing on the ladder she had propped against a tree.

“’Bout time you got here, slowpoke.” She looked down on me smiling. “Well?”

“I don’t know what to say?” I moved closer to the ladder.

Wearinga flouncy mini skirt with a midriff tie cinching up her breasts, Stacie was ashot as the day we met. And this outfit was what she wore. A young college student withno clue how to dress for the orange grove. I shook my head.

“Is this your reenactment?”

“Not exactly.” She wiggled her ass. “No panties.” She shimmied her boobs which caused the ladder to shift. I steadied it. “No bra.”

Now I understood why she had us up at the crack of dawn, alone.

“It was your fantasy, right Win?”

“Oh, yeah.” I cleared my throat, searching for my words of the past. “Who told you flip-flops were okay in the grove?”

Stacie propped her hand on her hip with her best sassiness. “No one. But I had to enjoy my new pedicure in the sunshine.”

That sexy whine in her voice sucker punched my dick. The thick humid air laced with the most prized element of perfume making, the orange blossom, mingled with Stacie’s sexy scent and my heart raced.

“It’s dangerous to be on ladders without proper foot attire.” Stacie spread her feet apart and smirked at me. I placed both hands on the ladder and gazed upward. Holy hell. Luscious globes and a glistening vulva. No wonder her scent circulated, she was dripping.

“Do I have to get down?”

This woman would be the death of me.

“Yes, but I have to help you.” I placed my hand on her ankle and glided my fingers up her leg. Stacie shivered.

“Winston?”

“I got you, baby.”

She had tilted the ladder against the tree so she could lean on it. What a smart and feisty woman. This fantasy would be epic.

“You want me to back down?”

“Yeah, just two steps.”

As Stacie changed her footing, her ass drew closer to my face. Her aphrodisiac arousal slapped me full on sending me into a sex trance. When her ass moved, her scent swayed in the air inviting me in. The grove’s sticky, sweet blossoms mingled with her smell and shook me up. In one rung, my nose would bury itself up in her heavenly female delights. It was what I had desired then and, now.

“Is this what you wanted, Winston?”

“You’re making my dreams come true. Can you untie your top and let the girls free? I’ve got you anchored.”

“I don’t know.” Her voice shook. “Do you think it’s safe?”

I flatted my body against her legs. My face mid-thigh. I blew my warm breath on her skin. “How’s that?”

“Perfect.” Stacie stabilized herself against the ladder and brought her hands around it to untie the knot in her top. The springing motion of breast freedom sent me directly to erection status.

“I want my feet on the ground, Stacie, so step down two more.”

I loosened my hold so she could move, lusting after her derriere in front of my face.

“How do you like my toe color?”

“Stacie, let’s dispense with the historic words. I have a more pressing need.”

“Oh, thank God, Winston. I’m dying here. You have got to relieve my tension.” She rubbed her legs together.

“Hot and bothered?”

“Yes. I got the fantasy this far, but now it’s your turn.”

My fingers walked up the back of her legs and palmed her cheeks. As I kneaded her ass, Stacie’s body released more arousal traces. I flipped up her tiny skirt and kissed each cheek. I dragged my tongue across her skin until the ladder shook.

“Um-huh. So good, baby.”

“Spread your feet to the edge of the rung. Lay flat and hold on.”

With her little skirt fabric resting on my head, I felt like a mechanic who checked under the hood. I planned on servicing her with a good lube job. My nose worked overtime as it registered the musky scent of her, the grove, the blossoms, the earth. I nudged her ass crack tonguing her skin as I went because rooting around on her was the ultimate turn on. She squirmed in delight. When I found the wetness of her vulva and dipped my tongue inside, jackpot, my orange blossom honey.

“Oh, Winston.”

I licked.

I swirled my tongue.

With my hands holding her legs in place, I sucked her clit. I loved it when her body trembled with pleasure.

“Baby, pinch your nipples while I devour you.”

“Oh, yes.” Stacie groaned and pushed her ass against my face. I grabbed her hips. The rattle of the ladder slamming against the tree rang through the air. This idea may have been my original fantasy, but another one formed in its place. As Stacie moaned through her orgasm, my cock’s brain sprang into action and the next plan crystallized.

Truck bed.

Blanket.

Fucking.

And she would suck my honey drenched cock.

“So good, Win. If I had known your tongue was so talented, I would have accepted your date offer sooner. Your fantasy can be mine anytime.”

I chuckled. “Good to know. Let me get you down because we’re headed to part two.”

“Oohh, more. So, the smell of orange blossoms for you gets me what I want.”

“Only you, baby. Only you.”

Today’s story is inspired by the prompt, “Scent” from Wicked Wednesday. How did other’s envision it? Click on through to Wicked Wednesday and see.