Erotic picnic

 

April is one of the best months in Texas. The weather is
pleasant, not hot like in the summer, not cold like in the
winter. The temperature is usually in the 70s, often a
light breeze is wafting through the air, the humidity is
relatively nonexistent. A perfect time for a picnic.

Your seminar gets out early on this beautiful Thursday and I
am waiting in the parking lot for you in my new red Mazda
Miata convertible. The trunk (what there is of it) is
filled with a variety of picnic supplies. Brie, Waterford
crackers, Berringer’s White Zinfandel, a variety of fresh
fruits such as strawberries, cherries, melon and grapes,
along with sour cream and brown sugar to dip them in.

You climb into the passenger’s seat, leaning over the
console to share a passionate kiss with me. As you lean
over, your short black skirt rides up your thigh, exposing
the tops of your black stockings and the beginning of your
creamy thighs. My cock immediately stiffens in anticipation
of our afternoon together as your mouth covers mine and our
tongues gently slide between our lips, mingling with each
other. Your hand gently cups my cheek as our kiss deepens,
then your fingers slide around the back of my head, through
my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against yours. Meanwhile,
my hand touches your cheek, slides down your throat, across
your blouse, gently cupping your breast. I feel your hard
nipple through the silky material and gently pinch it
between my fingers. You moan softly into my mouth and my
erection increases. Reluctantly, we break off our kiss,
knowing if we continue, the picnic will never come to
fruition. We have so little time together, we want to make
the most of it, and this picnic was one of our major plans.

I throw the little car into gear and we roar out of the
parking lot, top down, your beautiful brown hair blowing in
the wind. God, you are always a vision of beauty, but never
more than right now. You look so free and relaxed, and I
selfishly like to think it is because you are with me.

We take IH35 south to HWY 280, then west to Pedernales Falls
State Park. Although a beautiful park, it is incredibly
underutilized during the week, especially on a Thursday
afternoon. I pay the entrance fee, pick up a park map and
choose the most remote spot in the park. Driving through
the winding road amid the live oaks and mesquite trees the
sun filters through the dense foliage giving a surreal look
to everything. We find the spot we are looking for and pull
under a beautiful post oak tree which completely protects
the car from the sun. The temperature is pleasant enough,
but the sun is intense and we don’t want hot seats to get
back into from the sun beating down on them.

We unload the items from the back seat, along with a blanket
that we will use as a tablecloth. We spread the blanket on
the table and arrange the items upon it. I open the wine,
pouring us each a glass. I hand yours to you and we toast
our finally having the opportunity to be together. After
drinking about half the bottle, we sit together on one side
of the table, as close together as we can. We talk about
what has led up to this moment, about the flirting, about
the suggestions which started out as fantasies, but soon we
came to realize that they were indeed true desires which
rather scared us both the more intense they became. I
spread the soft brie on a cracker and offer it to you. You
open your mouth seductively and I raise the morsel to your
lips. I place it on your tongue and you sensuously run the
tip of your tongue against my finger as you delicately take
the offering into your mouth. A spot of cheese remains on
my middle finger and you reach for my hand, bringing it to
your mouth and taking my finger into your mouth you proceed
to lick and suck on it as I hope you eventually do to my
ever thickening cock. Your eyes never break contact with
mine as you minister to my finger. God, I want this woman,
I think to myself.

We once again begin to kiss…oh, gently at first, but
shortly our passion is building once again. We find sitting
side by side on this bench is not really conducive to what
we want so you sit sideways on my lap. The hardness in my
lap is surrounded sensually by the valley beneath your
skirt. As our mouths, lips and tongues explore each other
with utter abandon, my hand begins to unbutton your blouse.
Reaching in, I cup one magnificent breast in my hand, your
rock hard nipple pressing against my palm. With a circular
motion I both massage your breast and further stimulate your
sensitive nipple. Your moans and the wiggle of your ass
upon my lap combine to act as a barometer of your desire and
pleasure.

My hand moves to your knee and begins it’s slow sensual
journey along your leg. You shift slightly, spreading your
legs and allowing me unfettered access to your most
sensitive areas. My fingertips barely touch you as my hand
glides farther along the inside of your thigh. Reaching the
top of your stocking, I linger, running my finger along the
edge of the lace, slipping between the lace and your
sensitive skin. I feel a shiver run through your body.
Higher, my hand travels, feeling the moisture along your
thigh that has already come from you. Your legs part
farther yet, my hand moves to the top of your thigh,
skirting your aching pussy for now, running instead along
the lowermost part of your abdomen, feeling the smoothness
where normally the wiry texture of pubic hair would be. You
had told me of this, but the confirmation makes my cock jump
against you all the same. My fingers dip now, gliding
through your incredibly wet folds. As I cross your clit a
much more audible moan escapes your lips and a sharp intake
of breath follows as I slide two fingers inside you, hooking
them upward and pressing against the soft flesh between your
pubic bone and the inside of your pussy. Your moan has
changed to an almost mewling sound…a higher pitch the more
excited you get. Applying more pressure, with a circular
motion inside you, my thumb stimulating your clit from the
outside, suddenly your body tenses and your legs tighten
around my hand as your first orgasm washes over you. You
pull my face tighter toward you and our kisses are almost
painful in their hardness and intensity as our teeth press
against the inside of our lips with our passion.

After you regain control of your breathing I slowly remove
my hand from you, bringing it to my lips and slowly licking
off all of you from it. God, your taste and aroma is even
more wonderful than I had dreamed about all those times.
You climb down from my lap and, taking my hand, pull me up
from the bench. You reach toward my buckle, expertly
releasing the clasp. You unbuckle my trousers and slowly
lower the zipper, your knuckles grazing against the
material, pressing against my hardness as you do. I wear no
briefs, so my cock pops out of it’s bondage as you slide my
pants down around my ankles. As I step from them, you push
me back against the picnic table. My ass sits on the edge
and you guide me as I scoot back so that I am lying fully
upon the table, my cock as a 45 degree angle toward my face.

You grasp my cock in your delicate hand and lower your lips
upon it, engulfing my turgid shaft with your sweet, warm,
wet mouth. Pulling back, the tip of your tongue circles my
glans, runs across my cock head, touching the dollop of
precum, pulling away with a ribbon of cum stretching from
your tongue to my cock. With your fingertip you break the
ribbon at the source, twirling it like honey on a knife so
as not to lose it and bring your finger to your mouth and
consume it. Returning to the job at hand, so to speak, your
hand pumps up and down on my cock as your mouth encircles
it, sucking as I have never been sucked before. God, I feel
as though you are going to suck my balls right out of their
sack. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful in my life.

As you continue, my hands are busy finishing the job they
began earlier, removing your blouse, releasing your
pendulous breasts to the mild open forest air. Beads of
perspiration trickle down your cleavage as they sway with
the movement of your mouth sliding up and down my cock, your
long brown hair grazing so sensually over my pubic area as
you do. Releasing your skirt, letting it fall to the
ground, you step out of it and I gaze in wonder at your
incredibly beautiful naked body. Your hard nipples, the
wetness around your pussy lips, slowly running down along
the inside of your thighs, your aroma upon the warm spring
breeze. You truly are a marvelous sight, everything I have
ever dreamed of and much, much more. My cock is now harder
than I can ever remember it being in my life.

You stand upon the benches on either side of the picnic
table, straddling the table itself, poised over my erection.
Taking my cock in your hand, you slowly lower yourself upon
me. In an agonizingly slow, yet ultimately erotic sensation
I feel my cock contact your swollen lips…easing slowly
inside of you. God, my love I can feel a totally new
sensation with every inch of me that you take inside you.
Finally I am totally absorbed and consumed by you. Your
muscular legs raising and lowering yourself upon me. The
wetness that comes from you has coated my cock and it is
cool when the spring breeze blows against it as you raise
yourself, exposing me to it. The warmth that overtakes it
as you lower yourself once again upon me is a wonderful
contrast in sensations. The look in your eyes as you gaze
down upon me and the gentle sway of your breasts completely
takes over my mind and body. I have become obsessed with
wanting and needing you.

You bring your finger to your lips, wetting it. You then
lower it to your clit, circling, rubbing, pressing against
yourself as you continue to slide up and down on my shaft.
As you finger yourself, I can feel the tip of your finger
sliding upon the top of my shaft as well. Faster and harder
you take me into you. My ass raising off the picnic table,
meeting you thrust for thrust, the slap of my pelvis against
your ass on the upstroke and the slap of my ass against the
table on the downstroke echoes through the trees that
surround us. Our moans and words of erotic encouragement
mingle with those sounds to create a cacophony of pleasure
throughout the forest. Suddenly our bodies shudder in
unison, we both thrust toward each other and as we reach
that point where we are so close we become one, our muscles
spasm, locking us together as we share the throes of our
individual orgasms.

As we bask in the sweet spring air, our passions subside
(for the time being) and you lay upon my chest. For so
long, we have dreamed of this time. For so long, never
being quite sure it would happen and if it did, never quite
sure of the results.

Imagine, all that worrying for nothing.