WET FIELDS

FALLING LEAVES

The two weeks I spent with Liz in Heidelberg was short--- too short to enjoined a past to the current. Too short to spend bonding with an over-sea’s relationship. Yet, we had to make do with what we had.

It was true, that with the latest communication’s advance technology, we got the ways to communicate with our love ones in real time. But it was still important that we felt them, hugged them, kissed them for real.

"I missed you so much Greg…” I heard her say it a couple of times.

We can’t help but to be nostalgic with the past. The past sweetness brought by the togetherness we shared in UPLB campus, in her dorm, and at Jala-jala. Our quick s*x when we were alone in the rice field or in the closed room of the small house, we rented…anywhere as lust caught us seeking a hidden nook or a remote corner where we could f**k. Those were our nostalgic moments.

And we were here in her room in Heidelberg. Whether in Jala-jala or here in Heidelberg was immaterial for what we would like to happen all through the night. The location was not a matter of concern. It was our physical presence that mattered. What concerned us was the way we would rekindle that spark of those nostalgic moments that we shared five years ago.

The present setting was a mere addition to how we would remember those moments and recreate the same needs, the same hunger, the same excitement that our intimate togetherness five years ago had brought those nostalgic moments.

Would we find those kinky moments f*****g on the boat tied on the fish pen in Laguna lake; as hot as when we f****d under the rains while fixing the mud dike holding the water in the rice paddies?

What was important for the night was for us to re-experience those glorious ecstatic feelings that were now part of our memories.

Was there any magic left? Could we re-experience the surreal wanting of our bodies, there and then?

Our togetherness and the night had the urgency to answer these.

“I missed you too Liz…” I whispered back.

The statement was not a lip-service. It was what I truly felt.

I missed her.

This was apart from what I felt with Mer, Adel and my children.

I realized, love was a laddered thing. And there were different depths and levels for feeling love.

You could condemn me for having multiple relationships outside my original marriage. But I guess, it was part of the human nature of a male species. I won’t defend my relationships. But I felt. I can’t be wholly blamed for tarnishing my marriage. To some, it is immoral to pursue other relationships when you were already bounded with marriage vow.

Yet to some others too, marriage was just a document--- a piece of paper. It was only a contract between two individuals. And to pursue s****l relationships outside of that contract was just cheating.

Couldn’t we be cheaters for a while?

And keep the marriage?

“f**k me Greg…I need you…”

Who wouldn’t when you were being asked to perform a task that you also want? Married or not.

I hastened to remove her nighties. She was like a fruit peeled clean. I watched her nakedness in its full splendor. Swollen t**s with its glorious n*****s so inviting to suck... Her breasts were two epic mountains not for climbing but to be pleasurably cupped into my quivering palms.

I dived between her iofty boobs. I sniffed at her cleavage. The sweet scent of her sweat permeated my nostrils. I felt my cheeks were caught between her melons as I licked her cleavage.

I licked her cleavage and the bases of her boobs. Licking her bare flesh was tasting her sweetness. It filled me up. Sucking her erect n*****s one by one while cupping her full breasts in my palms was waking up the beast in my crotch.

“God…you’re making me so horny Greg…masarap…”

The last word she spoke in my native tongue to mean, ‘delicious’, never failed to evoke a delightful feeling inside me.

“My nips are aching and itching for your mouth…suck them…ohhhhh…”

Her reactions to what my mouth was doing to her boobs was adding heat to my groin.

Some people want rough s*x. But most normal women want it slow, tender and loving.

There was also this thing called, ‘romanticizing the art of f*****g’.

An important part of s****l intercourse was; to engage in foreplay. Likened to a rice field, a woman’s p***y should be prepared for plowing.

The rice field should be fully wet and flooded before plowing.

These were true too with a woman’s p***y.

I hastened to put red little kiss marks on each of her boobs. I sipped at the skin of her boobs leaving red welts on them. I was sucking at her n*****s one by one and cupping and mashing her boobs with my two hands. She was grinding her ass on the bed sheets as I gently tweaked her c**t.

“Stop teasing me Greg…” she begged.

I slid down to her tummy making round and hot kisses probing her skin with my mouth, lips and tongue.

“Greg…”

My kiss reached her navel.

“Ohhh Greg…”

I circked her navel While probing her slit with my fingers.

She parted her legs wider and humped her ass in the air.

“Greg, please…”

I removed my probing fingers on her slit. My mouth was on it. The sweet and pungent smell of her p***y was making me horny-crazy.

“Greg--- I’m… ohhh…fuck!”

She writhed as I suck her c**t. Nibbled at it. Lapped it. I ate her p***y whole.

“f**k Greg… I’m beginning to c*m…”

She grabbed my head and clutched my hair as she pushed her p***y deep into my mouth. I could taste her salty-tangy squirt on my mouth.

She kept on writhing in ecstatic pleasure as her c*m over-flowed from her p***y.

I quickly disentangled from her grip. I removed my boxer shorts and put each ot her legs at each side of my shoulder. I would f**k her in missionary position.

She still had her eyes close as she savored her orgasm. But the moment I shoved my d**k in her p***y she was wide eyed and she reached to pinch my arm holding one of her legs.

“Greg, ohhh…”

I was shoving my d**k and pulling it as fast as far as I could.

“Greg… uhmmmppp…”

She pursed her lips as she tried suppressing her groan.

I kept pushing and pulling. Shoving my d**k deeper into hers.

I was penetrating her with all my might. And this kept on making her p***y wetter and slimier. Which in turn would make my d**k more rigid and hard as a rod.

I pushed.

“Greg, I feel I’m nearing…”

I pulled and pushed again.

“I’m beginning to c*m Greg!”

“Uhhmmppp… Ohhhh.”

I felt my balls contracting. I was going to explode.

The heat coming from her p***y was flooding my d**k.

“Liz…” I groaned.

“Here I am…”

I announced my arrival.

I shot my pent-up load in her soaking-wet p***y.

The glorious emancipating feeling of a seismic release will never lose its magic.

There would be magic in every f**k. Always.

We slept naked while in a tight embrace. We f****d the whole night until we exhausted our juices.

The next morning, we went at the nearby shopping complex. Together with our son, we roamed the places frequented by both the locals and tourists in Heidelberg. She filed a two week leave to spend these with me and our son. We went to the children’s park, to a local man-made lagoon and enjoyed ourselves having a picnic and boating, Those were bonding moments for the three of us. A fleeting togetherness to be cherished in our memory lanes.

On the thrd day, we left Chris Ray to the care of his nanny. I went trail hiking with Liz.

“At this time, it’s beautiful to see the leaves scattered like multi-colored blankets in the woods,” said she.

She was wearing casual shorts and a floral printed tank tops. She had her sweater tied on her waist. I was with my usual denim pants topped with a white t-shirt.

“This is a normal trail here to the woods…but usually not much people around…” said she.

It looked the same with the mountain trails I hiked in Sierra Madre mountains in Laguna. The only difference was the autumn leaves that were blanketing the trails in red and gold.

We sat on a bench which was constructed for the hikers to rest. It was made of hard metal alloy with back rest. It had multiple paints on it which were cracked and was needing a new coat.

The air was languid and tranquil. The breeze seemed to be far and distant. Yet it was cool and cozy.

The stillness of the place was punctured only by the noise of the falling leaves as they dropped from the branches sticking their twigs like skeletal fingers. There was also the sound of birds hooting from the leafless trees.

Liz was drinking from the water jug slung on her shoulder like a shoulder bag, I watched her closely as her lips was touching the lip of the water jug. I always find in her a sensuality arising from the intimate knowledge I had on her body.

Even when fully clothed I still saw her nakedness vividly flashed in my mind. She never failed to turn me on.

Without a word, she took the water jug off from her shoulders and gave it to me. She was thinking I was thirsty too when she noticed me looking at her while she gulped at the water jug.

Her gesture gave me the alibi to sidle near her. I sat beside her and took the water jug,

I put down the water jug after taking a sip. I put an arm around her with our gaze glued together.

We felt we were alone on the trail. Our hunger for each other had not really ebbed. And our lust for each other was catching fast on us, in that precise moment sitting side by side.

Liz was the first one to act. Her mouth groped for my mouth. I found her persistent tongue inside my mouth. Her tongue sought my own. Soon she was sucking at my tongue as her hand went inside my zip. I put my hand underneath her tank tops. I groped her boobs underneath her bra.

“Cover me…” she ordered me untying the sweater from her waist.

She had already unzipped my pants and was already fondling my d**k in her hands.

I covered her head with her sweater as she moved ner head up and down on my c**k.

I glanced from both sides of the trail to see if a hiker would pass or come along from both directions.

My lust had all but rocketed up. Her hot and moist mouth was working magic to my d**k.

“Move a little over there,” she ordered me again. I slid my ass towards the edge of the seat resting my head on the back rest. She removed her shorts and panties and tied her sweater back to her waist to hide her bottom. She then sat on my d**k and slowly bounced up and down on my lap. It was so kinky. So erotic. And so, a hot and engrossing f**k.

“Greg…” she moaned.

“Liz…” I groaned.

We moaned and groaned as she kept f*****g my d**k.

She was increasing the tempo of her bouncing up and down on my c**k. She writhed. She rolled her ass and rubbed her p***y on my d**k’s end each time she banged down her p***y onto me. I was flushed with lust.

“Greg… I feel I will c*m now…”

She was trembling as she worked faster and faster banging her p***y into my shaft.

Before I could say anything, she squirted.

“I c*m Greg…” she seemed to apologize.

I looked around. Sensing we were alone, I pushed her gently away from my lap. My d**k was pulled out from her dripping p***y.

“Bend over,” I whispered to her.

Her knees trembling, she followed my order. She grabbed the top of the back rest and arched her ass. Her p***y was a sight to behold. I could not help myself licking first her p***y. I suck her c**t clean of her c*m.

“Greg…”

Hearing her mentioned my name was like Alibaba uttering the magic word, “open sesame”.

I licked her p***y for a couple of minutes more before I pushed my d**k into hers.

“Greg…fuck your d**k feels so good, so f*****g hot!” she cried in wanton abandon.

I pushed and pulled. I f****d her until we both c*m together.

“Is Victoria far from here?” I asked Liz.

I had my flight booked to London. It was three days before my two weeks stay in Heidelberg would be over.

“Not quite. Only half an hour drive from here…” she replied.

“I have a friend from the Philippines. She told me she works in a charitable institution. She’s a social worker…” I explained to her. I gave her the address and telephone number that Lissa gave me.

“She’s named like mine?” she noted. She called Lissa.

“Ok we will drive to her place…” said she.

“You’re really something Greg… Your venom was so effective,” Lissa chuckled saying this in our language when we showed up at her work.

“I really don’t have any hope with you…” she added.

“In the Philippines, you have your Mer, and your Adel too…” she was sarcastic.

“And here, you have an Aussie too…” said she. shaking her head in disbelief.

“The reason why I like you to meet her, is because I want to ask a favor from you,” I explained.

“I want to have another link to my son aside from her mom.”

“Are you two, good? Are you okay?” Liz suddenly barged in with our conversation.

“Were fine…” replied Lissa.

“Do you speak our language?” she asked after a while.

“Yeah. I speak fluent Filipino…” Liz replied.

“Can you wait after my duty? I’ll be out in an hour…”

“I’m fine with that…” replied Liz.

The house where Lissa and her family was staying was newly renovated. It was bigger and more modern than Liz’s house in Heidelberg. Victoria was more suburban than Heidelberg which was more of a countryside than a city suburb.

“My husband Rod,” Lissa introduced her husband to us. We met in Caranglan a decade back. He was ten years older than me, If I was not mistaken.

“I believe we have met before in the Philippines,” he told me. To which I nodded.

“I was there when you arrived in Lissa’s place.” I confirm what he said.

I noticed that Rod’s right hand was immovable.

“I’m both his house helper and driver since his right hand was paralyzed. So he must behave this time,” she was telling us. Her twins and my son were in another room playing computer games.

“This house is on mortgage. We just finished renovating this when Rod had a stroke. So I need to work my butt out for the mortgage and the twins.” She seemed to complain.

“Although Rod has a pension, he saves it in his own account…”

“His money is his, and I have to earn mine, this is the way the system works here.” She said ending her litany.

“Can we spend some time tomorrow? We can bring along our kids. Like we will have a family bonding while Greg is here in Melbourne?” Lissa proposed to Liz.

We spent that family bonding in a nature’s park between Heidelberg and Victoria. Rod did not came with Lissa and the twins. The kids brought their bikes as there was a bike road in the park. It was a concrete oval track designed for kids who love biking.

“Don’t wander far ok?” Liz reminded Chris Ray when the kid asked her mom’s permission to go around the oval with the twins and the other kids.

“Kiss your dad too,” she ordered the kid when he kissed her.

He went to me and pointed his lips to me. I saw the two women laughed when my lips and Chris Ray’s buzzed. He then quickly mounted his bike and followed the twins.

After a while we saw the three kids on their bikes racing towards us and instead ran circles where we set out lunch on the lawn of the park.

“Are you a good sport?” I heard Lissa asking Liz.

“In what way?” Liz asked back.

“Can I borrow Greg just for one day?” she asked Liz without batting an eyelash.

I saw that Liz’s face turned red. Maybe she was not expecting this kind of request from Lissa.

“Maybe, in the Philipines--- I will, if Greg will ask me…” she blurted. She had her gaze focus from Lissa and me.

“But here, I’m sorry…I won’t--- not in my territory!” She put her foot down on that uncanny request from Lissa.

“Your Aussie is very selfish,” she complained when we got the chance to talk privately.

I did not say anything nor commented about it. I did not even mention that tomorrow I would fly to London.

I left behind in Melbourne a memory of an autumn. I seemed to hear in my mind the song popularized by Nat King Cole.

“The autumn leaves

Drift by my window

The autumn leaves are red and gold…

I felt your lips

With summer kisses…

The sun-burnt hands I used to hold…

Since you went away

The days grow long

And soon I heard

A winter song…

And I miss you most of all my darling…

When Autumn leaves start to fall.”

I was not sure to whom of the two Liza’s that came into my life I could dedicate that last line of the song.

“But I miss you most of all my darling…when autumn leaves start to fall…”

Who will I miss between the two?

TO BE CONTINUED…