A Moment In Time

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A Moment In Time

Fiction By William T. Newton

It was 3:00 in the afternoon, the middle of July and hotter than hell. The clicking of my engine and the smell of diesel permeated the air as I worked my way through row after row. I watched first checking to keep the front left tire in the trough and then turning to watch the blade part the rich soil producing the perfect split where seed by seed fell evenly spaced into the fertile soil. A covering smoothed over the top by the rear spoon protected the seed that would soon produce melons meaty soft, dripping, juicy sweet.

As I’ve done a thousand times before and with precise timing, I ended a row, yanked the hydraulic lever upward, slammed the left brake and spun her around on a dime then pushing the lever to the bottom and continuing with the usual fury. As I followed up the next row I saw an unfamiliar pick-up turn from the dirt road on to the lane at the bottom of the field. I kept moving with an occasional glance to try and recognize the vehicle as it slowed and came to a stop. Slightly more distracted, I continued toiling away, but noticed a figure in the distance step out of the vehicle and begin to walk toward me.

Getting closer, I realized it to be a woman that slowed my tractor to a halt. She was tan with dark eyes, golden hair and her light flowing dress formed the soft curves of her body. Her gate was purposeful and her hips were alive, deliberate with each step. I was held motionless; stunned by the image that was approaching me. Coming even with the tread of my rear tire and with out slowing momentum, she jumped up on the footplate, grasp my unshaven face with her soft hands and with a deliberate motion pulled me to her lips and kissed me with a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. With little effort, I fell into her mouth feeling every inch of her tongue with mine. Straddled over me after a time, she stood up and in a single motion, sat back on the hood of my tractor, placed her bare feet on my armrest and lifting her dress revealing herself and inviting me in to taste the sweetness of her beautiful garden. I toiled away with identical energy as I had planting melons earlier that afternoon and the sweetness of her honeydew fell onto my lips flooding me with warm thick delight. After a time, we worked together to disrobe and appropriately assumed a comfortable seated position with me below her always reminded of the diesel engine as it vibrated beneath us. The sound of my machine played well with our ambitious desire to feel every inch of each other both inside and out. Tightly oiled, she rode me while I firmly supported her rounded cheeks in the palms of my hands. As we heightened and came closer, I could feel her lips contract and tighten around me until pushing me over the edge, I exploded into a void of floating space and the disappearance of all that looked and sounded familiar became the moment. I could feel her sweet juices flow over me like a raging river. Eventually, I could hear the sound of my tractor again. As we slowly regained our senses, I shifted to first and we made our way to the bottom of the field. We arrived and kissed for a sweet moment, looked deeply into each other’s eyes and without a word she stepped out of our naturally molded position to the ground, moved to her vehicle and drove away. As I watched her disappear, a cool breeze swept across my face and I could smell the approaching rain that would soon fall.

William T. Newton

Age 44

Contact Info: tnewton2060@yahoo.com <mailto:tnewton2060@yahoo.com>

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Posted 07/28/2004