One morning in early December, Dan awoke to see Sylvia peering out of their bedroom window. “What are you looking at?” Dan asked.

“The little plum tree,” Sylvia answered. “Come see. The wind is really whipping today, but a couple of the leaves are still hanging on.”

“It because November was so warm,” Dan said as he eased up behind Sylvia. His hands went to her breasts. His sleepy cock rose against her bottom.

“Yesterday there were four or five, and now just the couple,” Sylvia said.

“Bend over a little,” Dan said. “And widen your legs.”

“I should go out and take a picture before they’re gone,” Sylvia said. “Brave little petals.”

“Don’t you want to...?”

“Maybe later,” Sylvia said.

But when she turned and saw Dan’s erection, she knelt before him on the carpet and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “So fat and juicy you are. Like a fat juicy plum.”

The sucking and fucking went on for some time, so that they had to rush through a quick shower and skip breakfast in order to catch the last morning commuter train into the city for work.

“You made me feel good this morning,” Sylvia said to Dan as the train pulled into the downtown station.

“You made me feel good, too.”

They kissed goodbye on the platform, oblivious to commuters swirling past them.

“Mmmm,” Dan said, “I can’t wait until we get home.”

“Do you think the leaf will still be there?”

Dan shrugged.

Sylvia’s workday ended sooner than Dan’s. Sometimes she waited the extra hour to ride the 5:34 home with Dan, but today she caught the 4:05. She got home just before dark. There was enough daylight left to see that not a single leaf remained on the plum tree in the front yard. She frowned as she went inside the building and up the stairs to their apartment.

There was a surprise waiting for her in the living room.

“Dan? What are you doing home? You didn’t get ... laid off?”

“Nothing like that, honeybuns. I just finished up early.”

“How come you didn’t wait for me?”

“I wanted to make sure I got home in time to take a picture of the last plum tree leaf. I felt guilty about this morning.”

“Oh, you sweet man. Let’s see the pictures.”

Dan hung his head.

“It was gone, wasn’t it? The tree was bare. Poor little tree all naked and shivery.”

“Are you mad at me?” Dan asked.

“How could I be mad at you? Your heart was in the right place.” She embraced Dan. Their kiss deepened. Soon they were naked and shivery, caressing, kissing, cuddling on the living room carpet, their clothing jumbled next to them. They twisted and turned like snuggling kittens, nipping and nuzzling, biting and burrowing. Dan found himself kissing the petals of Sylvia’s sex. Licking the little stem of her clitoris. “So pretty,” he said, studying the tremors of her opening, the well and purl of her love-sap. A runnel of cream oozed toward her anus. Dan blew a soft puff of air upon the slim stream, guiding it over the crinkle of Sylvia’s asshole. “Oh!” Sylvia exclaimed, opening and lifting her legs. Dan’s middle finger curled into her cunt and sought out the special spot. She was coming when his prick penetrated her, coming still when some minutes later he flooded her.

Naked in their apartment, they prepared and ate a dinner of scrambled eggs and spinach salad. At the sink Dan washed and Sylvia dried. “Do you know how much I love you?” Dan asked, handing Sylvia the last plate.

“A hundred and fifty-seven thousand gazillion?”

Dan chuckled and took Sylvia’s hand. He led her into the bedroom. Upon the bed was a package wrapped in silvery paper.