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Just A Quiet Picnic


The dawn peered over the horizon like a silly child seeing but not wanting to be seen. It was a relief to feel the dull warmth of the first rays of day on my cheek. Considering the poor weather the last few days it was a pleasure to see that our picnic was going to be accompanied by the glorious strains of Nature in her early fall multi-colored best. She would have to pull out all the stops to even dare compete with the radiance I knew would be in your eyes and on your face this day. We had looked forward to this for such a long time and I was happy that even old Sol appeared to be in agreement with us. It was a great day for a picnic and nothing on heaven or earth was going to stand in our way of having a wonderful time.

The meeting was at 10:00 a.m. at a quaint set of shops you introduced me to long ago. Everything we needed for our day would be there. I arrived first and stretched my legs and enjoyed the outside air as it had begun to warm up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the flash of silver and black from that sporty little car and I knew that my lady had made her appearance. I didn’t run to greet you, instead choosing to wait by my car and take you in as you stepped into the bright sunlight. The smile that was plastered on my face surely gave away my delight to see you and I could see a smile creep onto your face as our eyes met. You were breathtaking, casually dressed in jeans and a soft, clinging sweater of amber. It did nothing to hide your obvious charms and I thanked my lucky stars for that fact. As we embraced my lips found yours and the first kiss of the
day began…softly and tenderly at first but later more intense and passionate. Our tongues danced together for a moment before we breathlessly pulled away with still not a word spoken between us. We shared the events of the morning with each other as we made our way to the shops, eager to fill our basket with goodies and the cooler with a little bubbly. Fully stocked, we loaded the sensuous repast into my car and began our journey to the lake.

As we chatted during the drive I could not resist looking at you up and down. I watched as you
breathed, seeing the rising and falling of sumptuous breasts encased in velvet softness. I reached across and held your hand and electricity flowed through me just like it always did. Our fingers were not idle within one another as we caressed and stoked our hands in a miniature of what we hoped was to come. Your pale blues eyes flashed as we talked and I smiled at the sight for they always seemed to burn right through me, clear to my soul. I always felt naked within their gaze and yet as safe and secure as a babe in its mother’s arms. As time seemed to stand still we
suddenly were at our destination. Unloading the car, I could not help but put my arms around you from behind, pulling you back against me, feeling your body mesh along with mine. Turning your head we kissed again your hand holding the back of my head softly and firmly. With regret I broke off the kiss and we finished grabbing everything we needed and set off to find our spot: warm and sunny, but secluded and private. In a few moments we had found an idyllic spot and placed everything down, including ourselves. I wondered if you could see in my face just how much I wanted you; how hard it was to resist your charms.

“A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou”…truer words were never spoken. We lie back and have sandwiches made with freshly baked bread literally torn off with our hands and some tasty ham and turkey. I pop the cork on the champagne and pour us each a glass into the tacky plastic wine glasses we bought at the store. We both laugh to see how gauche we look but how happy we are in spite of it. I propose a toast to you and to us and we sip, allowing the bubbles and the alcohol to work their magic. Once the sandwiches are gone we rest on our elbows facing one another and begin to feed each other small pieces of fresh fruit. Then I begin a new game…each time you take a small bite from my fingertips, I follow it with a soft kiss on luscious lips. You follow suit and soon we are doing much more kissing than eating, our tongues intertwined until we are nearly gasping for air. As I hold out a juicy strawberry for you to bite, a drop of the juice squirts out and drops in the deep, smooth cleavage which I have lusted after all morning. Looking deep into your eyes and not saying a word I lower my head slowly, and sensing no resistance from you, I gently lap the strawberry juice from between your breasts. I finally realize that your hand is gently holding my head there but you needn’t have bothered. I am lost in you and would not have moved anyway. As I bury my face in your wonderful breasts I can hear a low moan escape your lips.

Without a need to pretend a second longer, I kiss your throat running the tip of my tongue along its smooth curves, stopping to nibble all along the way. As my mouth moves around your chin I can see your head thrown back, allowing me access. Your eyes are closed and the only sound I can hear is the slightly labored breathing of us both. As my lips meet yours you open them to me and the past kisses of gentleness have given way to those of intense passion and longing. We kiss hard, and fast, and long, our tongues deep into the hot recesses, searching for each other. My hand has found your ample breast and the heat being generated there is almost unbelievable. I can feel your nipple grow hard into my palm and I sense the need there. It is a need I share.

As the sun pours down upon us and the trees gently sway to the rhythm of our desire the moments of passion become a blur. As I carefully remove your sweater I kiss tenderly every inch of you as it becomes exposed: your stomach, your sides, your back, even dipping my tongue into your navel…teasing you with the foreshadowing it represents. The sweater is gone and soon the bra, my lips tracings circles upon soft and silky skin. My mouth finds your erect nipples and they quickly respond to the ministrations my lips and tongue have to offer. The heat is incredible and yet it is a cool day. I suck upon you, my tongue tirelessly admiring every inch of soft, succulent flesh. Damn, you are gorgeous and I am totally lost in your body and your reaction. My hands softly stroke the inside of your thighs. The slight quivering I feel there belies the calm look I see on your face. Leaving your luscious orbs, my mouth once again seeks your own, kissing you feverishly. Your hands are on my chest and I feel you fumble with the buttons on my shirt. Together we open the fabric and without ever breaking our kiss you remove it from me. I lower myself into you…for the first time our flesh touching, melding, molding into one being. The warmth of our bodies is palpable and threatens to steal the very breath from us.

Starting at your forehead and slowly working down your body I start kissing…the tip of my tongue running over the bridge of your nose, the indentation of your lip, your lips stopping to taste them deeply. I start a trail that runs slowly over your chin, down your throat, between the soft mounds of your breasts, slowly across your stomach, finally stopping at the top of your jeans. The moans escaping from you are ever increasing in volume and rapidity. I hesitate there and then place my hot probing mouth directly over your mound, right through your jeans. As you arch your hips to meet me a long sultry sigh hisses from deep inside. Fingers moving deftly, I unbutton your jeans and with agonizing slowness slide down the zipper. In a flash, your jeans and panties have come off and your glorious body lies in front of me, begging to be devoured.

Throwing off any notion of slow and tender lovemaking I give in to the urge and lower my face to you. You part before me and my tongue seeks your moist, soft folds, sliding up and down sampling the wonderful nectar I find there. This is truly ambrosia to the gods and I taste you as a condemned man would savor his last meal on earth. Every part of you is discovered and conquered by my seeking, probing tongue. Finally, it finds your hard button that cries out for attention. Your whole body shudders as the tip on my tongue brushes it and involuntarily you rise
to meet me. Placing my mouth on you firmly and sucking gently I feel your hotness swell into me and the dance of the little death begins. Your moans are louder and more forceful now and they only drive me to intensify my activity. As you writhe beneath me I find it a challenge to stay with you, to remain in contact with that part of you that gives such intense pleasure. A final arch of your hips, one that holds itself up for an eternity, and a long sustained cry of passion and I can feel your pleasure flood me. But I will not stop. As you begin to rack with a series of mini convulsions I continue to touch the very soul of your being. Neither of us has breathed for eons and the effort has taken a toll. Finally, in sort of desperation, I feel your hands grasp my face, demanding a cessation, and pull me up to you for a deep kiss filled with longing and pleasure.

Without breaking the kiss you lean over and gently push me to my back. The moment is intoxicating and my head swims with the mere presence of you and your scent on my lips. I can feel your mouth traverse down the front of me, stopping to play along the way. When you tongue my nipples electric shocks run through me and I tremble from the touch. I scarcely am aware of the travels of your lips until I feel them pressing against the hardness in my jeans. I can feel myself throbbing against your mouth, yearning to be free of the bonds of my clothes. Suddenly I feel you undoing my jeans and pulling them down and off of me. The air is cool against my flushed skin for only a moment and then is just as quickly replaced with the steamy confines of your mouth as you take me inside. Waves of powerful sensations course through my whole body, rolling on a sea that I do not control. Your mouth is incredible as it alternately sucks me deeply inside and then returns to tease the tip with
just your tongue. After a moment I can finally open my eyes again and I look down to see my hardness sliding between your beautiful lips. I have always admired this view of my own pleasure, but it has never looked, or felt, this good before.

Your body slides up mine with your hardened nipples trailing across my stomach, my chest. My head is pounding from the desire building inside me. Your hair is making rivulets of yellow mixing in with the hair on my chest, cascading down me as lips brush my tingling skin. Our mouths meet and a real fire seems to flow from each to the other, sharing the flames, enjoying them, before returning them in kind. I feel your wetness slide across me and then suddenly, as we both hold our breath, you slowly ease down upon me. Inch by inch of steely hardness disappears into a
steamy pool of velvet. You are so tight that I can almost feel our pulses throbbing in unison. Finally, you have settled down upon me and we lock our gaze, concentrating on our passion, allowing ourselves to meld and adjust to each other. Then, with your hands on my chest, and my hands teasing your nipples into an even more rigid state, you imperceptibly begin to move. Immediately the sensations course through us both and our eyes close involuntarily in an attempt to absorb every feeling and to remember them for a lifetime.

You are rising and falling to a steady rhythm as my I slide into you deeply on the down stroke and all the way to the tip on the up. You hesitate at the top, teasing me, making arch up to re-enter you, before plunging down hard onto me. Sounds of wetness fill the air and pour over me, rivulets of sweet lovemaking running across my skin. As if in some ancient ritual you writhe upon me and I do all I can to meet your every stroke. A guttural grunt escapes us both as you slam down onto me. Tiring, your pace slows and I roll up to meet you, wrapping my arms around your sweat-moistened back. Without withdrawing from you, we turn and twist until you are on your back, with me buried deep inside your steaming flesh. I look into those pale blue orbs for an eternity and lean down to kiss you softly, biting tenderly at full lips. As I do, I begin to stroke in and out of you, machine-like, in an ever increasing tempo. As I change the angle with nearly every stroke I can feel your velvet muscles grip me then begin to contract in an involuntary rhythm of release. I cannot hold out much longer nor do I wish to. Reaching down I hook your left leg into my arm and lift it, allowing me to plunge just a little deeper into you. Powerful strokes now, pistons at full bore, the hissing of our torn breathing like that of steam engines of the past. Your soft, low moan is creating the same sound within me. I can feel the torrent of hot seed move within me and gazing into your eyes I know that you wish it inside you, to mingle with your own sweet juices. You walls squeeze me with incredible force and my rod forces its way through the clenched fist of your pussy. The blinding white light of "the little death" forces my eyes shut even as the first gush of my liquid passion erupts from within. Every stroke, every twitch and every moment entices more and more from within until I feel as though I am turned inside out, empty and drained. With these incredibly intense sensations I find myself having to remind myself to breathe. Glancing up, I see that you are having the same difficulty. Slowing ourselves begins to happen without thought, and you lower yourself to my chest, both of heaving and wheezing from the sheer physicality of the act. With trembling arms I wrap around you, pull you in close and tight, your chest against my own, until ragged breathing becomes a a duet of slow, satisfied inhalation and exhalation.

What a day this has become...and it is far from over.

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