Originally posted to ASSM June 6, 2003

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Forbidden Fruit (M/f, voy, no sex)


John Peck heard the bus stop just down the block and levered
himself out of his recliner. For years he and Jasmine had been
playing this game. John stood at the window, peaking out the gap
in the curtains when she arrived.

Jasmine poked her head through the gap in the fence and looked
toward the house. She was sure he was watching as she wiggled
between the pickets. A couple of years ago the fence was
replaced, yet when Jasmine checked the same board was loose
giving her access to Mr. Peck's garden.

Today it was strawberries, ripe and waiting to be picked. As
the spring and summer progressed it would be cherries, then
apricots and pears, finally ending the season with tart
blackberries. John watched the slender girl bend over and pick
one of the red berries. She had to know the trouble she was in
if caught. Although he had never complained, her mother punished
her if she was caught. Several times he had heard her screams as
she was spanked when younger. 

Jasmine noticed the plastic container nestled in amongst the
bushes. A smile played across her lips as she glanced at the
house. Opening the dish she found a couple of chocolate pieces
melted together. The silly old man should have known better than
to leave chocolate out in the warm sun. She so loved chocolate,
yet didn't care to lick the sweet from her fingers.

John could see sudden inspiration cross the girl's face. Her
pink panties showed as she bent to pick another berry. Her face
beamed in the golden light as she placed the chocolate covered
treat on her tongue.

Jasmine worked her way along the rows of berries, picking the
sweetest looking ones. Her back to the house, she knew her
panties and adolescent legs were giving Mr. Peck a show. 

John stood at the window mesmerized by the vision. The girl
looked so lovely and delicate in her school uniform. The long
coltish legs, the soft swell of her breasts, beauty beyond
anything he could imagine in his lonely life. He heard the
girl's mother call out her name.

Reluctantly Jasmine set the dish of chocolate down. With a
smile and wave toward the house she slipped through the fence
before her mother came around the corner and into the backyard.