We planned today about two years ago when we first met. Lovers and friends with the best of benefits. Arrangements were made at work – “meetings” and “doctors appointments”. All to play hooky and live out this fantasy we chatted about so long ago. But my monthly friend had arrived only a day before and I tried everything to speed it up. The old wives tales of cider vineger and many worse things. But it was not relenting so I texted you that I needed to cancel…
Without a skipped beat, you texted that you still wanted to spend the day with me and we could take a drive, chat, make out, and go to some little sleepy town for a nice lunch. You said that it was actually a slight relief because you were anxious about today – wanting to make every detail perfect. Now we could just go and enjoy the company.
Sleep was difficult last night but the smile that refuses to be contained is not. Im up early, almost with a nervous energy radiating, knowing that I’ll be spending the day with you. I head out for a run and the silly grin I am sporting must be contagious as everyone I pass, smiles right on back. Or maybe I am just releasing the best pheromones and everyone is picking up on my heat. I know you will be.
A quick shower is not in the cards today. I need to be smooth and soft when you touch me
You pick me up midmorning and I desperately wanted to crawl across that arm rest and into your lap. Instead, you tease me with your soft lips and firm tongue. My hand reaches up to your face; my fingers enjoying the stubbly beard. I stop and nuzzle my nose into your neck to inhale. There is never a day where you don’t smell amazing; alluring.
I somehow find my way back to my seat, probably because the arm rest between us is the size of a dishwasher. We begin. I have been fantasizing about this drive for years and the day couldn’t be more perfect. The leaves on the trees are changing- yellow, orange, red – the sky is blue, the sun is shining, the music matches the day and I can feel the warmth of the sun radiating on my black thigh high stockings. These would have been much better on a cooler day.
The conversation is easy between us as we head south. Talk has always been pretty free flow between us, undoubtedly because we get off on the honesty and sexuality that moves effortlessly from one to the other. We explore roads I’ve never been down, rolling foothills that just seem to meander from one stunning landscape to the next.
We roll into a spot that has a cute little, summer market. Being that it is fall and more importantly, a Wednesday, there is no market, no people and magically, a quiet little access road to the campground behind. You drive on over and we cruise slowly through the road, snaking back and forth. A little private campsite beckons you to pull on in, or maybe it’s my stockings which have shifted half way down my leg exposing that pink flesh at the top.
We start to kiss and I know that you want me. I know I fucking need you. I need to feel your hands moving up my skirt and between my legs. We’ve messed around in your truck enough times to know that we can manage any space we may stumble upon but I need to be outdoors. I need to feel the sunshine on my naked skin. I need to look up and see you with blue sky behind.. hearing the crunch of leaves and scampering of small animals.
I whisper in your ear that I want you to take me over to the picnic table. I want you to slide your hands up my skirt and between my legs. I want your lips to trail down my neck while I gasp for breath. I tell you that I want to kiss you, undress you and get down on my knees in front of you and suck that hard cock. You would never say no to such an offer and we hop out the doors and sweetly walk into the sunshine. You wrap your arms around me, pick me up and place me on the picnic table. I love the fact that you can easily throw me around, even gently when need be. Your lips are on mine again and I happily fall into the bubble we create whenever together.
The little strap on my blouse keep falling off my shoulders as you alternate between kissing my mouth and burying your nose into my hair and neck. Hands move upward and your mouth moves downward, eventually falling between my legs. You place my booties up on the table, hike my skirt up and my panties are off. I prop my head up for a good while trying to take in the moment. This is everything that I imagined yet it is so much more. Quietly I take a mental snap shot as your salt-n-pepper hair moves down my body. You stop for a second and look up.. those blue eyes are filled with so much playfulness and joy. Your tongue hits my clit, I gasp and melt back into the table. Your tongue and how you make it move is the most spectacular of things. Instantly you have all of me moaning and pushing harder into you.
I fucking need you; honestly, I think I’ve always needed you.
Needing to change the focus to you, I sit up. You peer up at me, wrap your fingers around my neck and forcefully lay me back down again. I giggle to myself thinking about how you’ve really grown into this occasionally dominant man. You know I’ll stay put for awhile now, so you pick up the pace on your tongue and explore further with your fingers. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head and you inch me closer and closer to the edge. Wait. No. I’m not ready to cum yet. I need to see your eyes roll backwards. Pushing up is allowed this time. My mouth is on yours and I inch my ass off that table and turn you around so I can drop down to my knees. No belt today. No underwear either.. mmmm.
I pull your pants and slowly drawing my tongue up your shaft until I reach the tip. Then back to the beginning. Over and over again. When my tongue finally starts at your balls, your eyes roll on back and a quiet exhale of air escapes your lips. I tell you to sit down and I get into a good rhythm up and down on that cock. My tongue circling the tip while my mouth plunges down and my fingernails stroke your balls. This time, I get to look up, and your lean body is relaxed back enjoying the attention, behind you is a sunshine lit forest gently rustling. You couldn’t look more perfect in that moment.
Would love to get you off but instead, I crawl up and straddle your lap. My lips go to your ear to gently nibble and then tell you what I want. I want you lay me back on this picnic table and ever so gently fuck my ass and then I want you to bend me over the table and continue to fuck me until you and I cum together. You agree but on your own terms. You will fuck me exactly as you want to but you are more than listening because I’ve included pieces you clearly fantasize over….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75s13c/mf_finally_trying_our_outdoor_fantasy