Barbra laid back in the wet clover as Alex stood at her feet. She positioned herself...raised her right leg and began fondling his member with her foot. She softly rubbed up and down his rock hard shaft with the inside of her foot.
Alex clamped his hands behind his neck and enjoyed. He could feel the curve of her foot and it felt so soft and erotic. She rubbed all around it and would bend her toes over the head. She noticed that his member was quite a bit longer than her foot.
She positioned herself again and began fondling him with both feet. Alex couldn't stand still anymore...he began to gyrate and hump towards her. Barbra giggled and said,"It must feel good?" Alex grinned...saying,"Oh yes...so good!" She stroked up and down slowly with her feet around his member. Alex moaned with each stroke and jerked each time she reached the head. She finally put her left foot on top and her right on the bottom and rubbed fast with the bottom of her right foot.
Alex began to writhe and tremble. She went faster and faster until she heard him scream out with pleasure and felt the first pump. He grabbed her feet and held them tight to his member as the release of hot sperm pumped out in little streams...landing on her legs and stomach. Barbra was smiling at the look of pure satisfaction on his face.
Alex fell to his knees and then beside her. He said,"Even your feet are sexy...that felt so beautiful." Barbra kissed him and said,"Just wait till I do it with warm oil on my feet." Alex grinned wide and said,"Oh...I can not wait."
They left their robes in the field and Alex gave Barbra a piggy back ride to the house. They spent the day running around naked in the house and on the porch. They made love every time Alex could get stiff again.
Throughout the end of summer and the beginning of fall...they were inseparable. Barbra would think of John often...especially in the mornings when she looked out over the clover fields. She almost felt at times that the spirit of John was guiding Alex when they made love.
It was a sunny morning in November when Barbra asked Alex to get the car out. He pulled the Thunderbird up by the front porch and Barbra got in. She wanted to visit John's grave. She had prepared a few of the last of her summer flowers and spiraled the stems with specially picked clover. She had put them in one of his old whiskey flasks.
She held the flowers and smiled all the way to the cemetery. She was wearing John's favorite dress...a short satin green strapless dress with embroidered little clovers down the center. Her arms were covered with a white lace shawl and she wore the black high heels that John once drank from on his birthday.
Alex stayed in the car as Barbra walked across the cemetery grounds. She walked towards a large white stone that had been cut in half. It was so silent except for her footsteps in the dry leaves of autumn. Memories rushed through her mind as she stared at a small naked maple tree by John's grave.
Barbra knelt down with little tears in the corners of her eyes. She said,"Oh...my sweet John O'Riley...I do miss you so...it may not seem that way with my behavior...you know...Alex...but I've never moved you from my heart...I don't think it's possible."
She then said,"I wish I knew which direction heaven is...I would blow you a big wet kiss...when you asked me to marry you...I called you a crazy old Irishman...well...I still think you are a crazy old Irishman...that I love and cherish every second of time I had with you."
As she laid the flask of flowers against the stone...she heard footsteps in the leaves behind her. She noticed the date on the stone of August 15, 2007 was under her name instead of John's. She huffed and said,"Dammit...I can't believe they did that." She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked around to see Alex. He helped her up as she went on complaining about the mistaken location of the engraving.
Alex held her close and softly said,"It is not a mistake Barbra." Barbra pulled away from him and angrily said,"It is so...why would you say a thing like that?" Alex looked at her with reddened eyes and said,"It was you who died...not John...your body is buried here...not his." Barbra screamed,"Quit this Alex....you quit this fucking madness right now!" Alex pointed down and said,"Look at the flowers."
Barbra looked and almost fainted...she held herself up on the stone as she saw beautiful red roses in a round glass vase...not a flask." She put her hands to her heart and cried out,"I don't understand...I don't understand Alex." Alex stepped to her quickly...held her up and said softly,"It's OK Barbra...it's OK....please don't be.sad.
He helped her sit on the ground as he explained,"John was sick but got better...then you became sick...too sick for the doctors to save you.....you passed from life on earth on August 15....you passed into a life that John wished for you...he wished with all of his spirit for you to be happy." Barbra wiped her tears and said,"I died....but I was at John's funeral?" Alex smiled and said,"Yes you were...in the life that you have now."
Barbra sniffled as she wiped her nose with her handkerchief...saying,"Why didn't you tell me these things before...are you some kind of angel?" Alex smiled and softly said,"I am the lover you have often dreamed of....the wish of your heart created me for you...your last breath was my first....and I do...really love you.
