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Picnic.....
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Picnic.....  As we sat under the trees talking, I could feel the sexual tension in the air. I knew that when you had called me earlier to ask if I wanted to take a ride to the lake to catch up, there was more to that statement. As the trees swayed beneath a gentle breeze, I could feel the occasional raindrop find its way through the unbrella of leaves. The sound of the woods could be heard. And the smell of you was close at hand. I can't wait to taste you. The evening actually started off fairly innocent. You picked me up and we stopped for a drink to take with us to the lake. You got a juice.....good sign for me.....and I got a bottle of water.....learned from experience that I have to stay hydrated. As we drove around the lake looking for a somewhat quiet spot, we made casual conversation. We finally found a campsite of sorts that had no other cars to be seen. We made our way through the trees and found a concrete picnic table. This might be interesting I thought to myself. As you straddled the bench I found a spot between your thighs and got comfortable. You asked me why I was suddenly so shy, and all I could think about was how hard my heart was beating. Your hand found its way to the back of my head and took out the clip holding back my hair. As you shook loose my hair, I looked up at you and our eyes met. I knew then that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. With no words needing to be said, you gently pulled down the top of my dress. You gave a small chuckle to the surprise of finding me with no bra on. This was a first, since I usually need some support for my 44dds. You cover one hard nipple with your mouth and begin to suckle as your hand finds the peak of the other. I hear a soft moan and realize it has come from me. My hand begins to caress your thigh until it comes across the rigid front of your jean shorts. I can feel how hard you are and I begin to work my fingers along the crest of the head of your penis. Again I hear a moan only this time it is coming from you. Suddenly you pull me to my feet and take me by the hand to the end of the table. You bend me over and spread my knees. I feel the cool breeze as you lift my dress and then I feel my panties being pulled down. Your hand begins to slowly touch at the growing button of a clit. You work at it until it is<b> red hot </font></b>and throbbing. I can feel the juices dampening from my lips. I feel a growing sensation and then your hand begins to stroke inside me. You start slow and then I feel the intense rhythm begin as you thrust faster and harder. Without warning I feel the gush of liquid force its way forth. My cheeks redden and I hear you whisper into my hair how much you love to make me gush. You continue on. And one after another I orgasm many times. Until I am laying on the concrete table spent. I see you walk over to the bench and straddle it once more. You sit down and wait patiently for me to catch my breath. When I have reclaimed my dignity and am able to stand steadily on my feet I once again claim the spot between your thighs. We chat again as if nothing had just exploded all over the ground only moments before. I talk and laugh at your stories and once again my hand begins to find its way to your hard cock. My turn to make you squirm. I unbutton you once again, and tell you to have a seat upon the table and I sit between your thighs with my face at cock level. This is the perfect position. I begin to tease you with the tip of my tongue along the very sensitive tip of your head. I hear the deep intake of your breath. Then I suddenly take your whole length into my mouth without warning. You groan loudly and I know that you are enjoying this just as much as I am. I take my time going slowly, teasing then suddenly gorging myself on the hard thick length of your throbbing cock. I begin to find my rhythm and with no trouble at all take you over the edge. After we both regain the ability to breathe, we begin to walk back to your truck. Suddenly I realize that I feel a cool breeze with every step I take. My panties had long ago been forgotten... As I turn to look for them around the base of the picnic table they are no where to be found. Then out of the corner of my eye I spy them. Swaying with the gentle summer breeze.....right there for God and everyone to see hanging from a low lying branch...... Holy crap I really hope that wasn't poison oak...........  |
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