Daddy [M52] & his kitten [F32] [public] [first-person]

Summer park visit

We arrived to the park, early. As a result we had our pick of spots. You selected one under a pretty, full Maple tree with quite a bit of shade. I put down our bag filled with snacks and lunch and the backpack full of gear. We set out the ground blanket, I pull out a secondary and tertiary blanket from my backpack. Along with them come out 2 water bottles.

“How, this look, sugar?” I look up at you with a smile in hopes you’ll like it.

You look at the blanket, the shade area, the sun and the view we would have. “Can we move it a bit that way?” You point just a bit to the right as you plan for the sun tracking, overhead.

I grab my side, you grab yours and we moves the blanket. You reassess the new location, look at me with a smile and declare, “This is it. Thank you, papa.”

The sound of your voice and the words you speak fill my ears like music.

I smile back, kick off my shoes and take your hand to help you to the ground. You adjust your sun dress and and get comfortable.

You squint your eyes a bit due to the sun, look up at me and ask, “Are you going to join me or just hover?” Then a beautiful smile opens across your lovely continence. You raise your hand to help me down.

I manage to get my old bones to the ground, lean over on all fours and give you a soft and caring kiss. You reciprocate with a feeling of comfort and satisfaction.

“Hungry, sugar?” I have a bit of a naughty smile as I ask.

Your face responds to my question with your own sexy and seductive look. “I am always hungry for you, papa”. I feel a bit of blood flow beginning to occur as our eyes remain locked.

I lean back and rest on my knees, begin rummaging in our picnic bag and offer a sandwich and a bag of chips. “Only the finest for my princess”, I say with a smile. “Save room for dessert,” I note with a smile while looking through the bag for my sandwich and chips.

There is a light breeze to help temper the slight humidity and 80deg F day. “Need a fan?” As I offer folding fan.

“I’m good for now, papa. Thank you, for brining us, here. It’s a nice spot and a beautiful view.” Your gaze was outward on the horizon, scanning back and forth. I watched you as you looked out. So, lovely. So, serene.

After we finish eating we put the trash in a baggie I had brought for our refuse in to the picnic bag. I brush off the crumbs that have now, decorated my shirt and shorts. I can feel you looking at me as I do this. I figure you are laughing at me as I eat with the skill and cunning of a hyena.

I offer my hand and and assist you to your feet. You step off the blanket and assist me in shaking it out of the crumbs I have as adeptly sprinkled about.

The blanket goes down, I grab one of the blankets for my back and the other for my stomach as cushion. My back is against the tree with the first blanket. My legs are spread a but and I invite you to come sit with me, against my chest. You take my hand and settle in my lap area. You lean back and settle in to me. It feels comfortable and satisfying. I bring my knees up a bit to more-or-less, cradle you between them. Then I wrap my arms around you and hug you. You bring your arms up and hug me by pressing your wrapped arms in to mine.

I begin to kiss your neck. Softly and slowly. It all feels so, comfortable and seductive.

“May I slip my hands beneath your dress?”

“Of course. Just keep it down. But you know that, papa”. Indeed, I do. You adjust your skirt portion of the sun dress such that your knees are up but the dress material drapes between your legs to cover our activity.

I continue kissing your neck as my hands glide over your hips. I feel your cotton panties. My fingers dance over the material at your hips then on to your thighs. Then down and slowly, over your inner-thighs. You open your knees a bit more to grant me better access. My fingers gently slide to your tummy and I graze them across your bare skin. So feminine. So sensual.

You nuzzle in to me a bit more and let out a soft purr. “That feels so, nice. I like how you touch me. Please, keep touching me.”

“I desire you, kitten. I have missed you and longed to be close and intimate with you, again,” I whisper as continue to kiss your neck.

My fingers begin to move from your tummy. My left hand moves to your left thigh. My right hand moves to gently, slide atop your cotton panties and find your lovely lips. I begin to trace their outline.

“Mmmmmmmmmm. That feels so, nice. I love your touch.” Your legs open just a fraction more. I feel your hips adjust a tiny bit and you tilt your pelvis to give me even more access. I immediately respond as my fingers begin to rub your now, very defined clit. I feel your panties begin to get wet beneath my fingers. Then I stop all hand motion, place my hand over your vulva with my palm on your monds pubis. I apply even and firm pressure over your entire vulva as I continue kissing your neck.

More purrs come from you as I hold and slowly massage your pubic region with my cupped hand. After a few moments my hands move up and slip a finger beneath each side of your panties and give a little tug. Somehow, you adjust a bit and they slip from beneath your lovely ass cheeks. You close your knees and they slip up then down. They are now ,beyond my reach but at your feet. At that point, you quickly reach down, lift your feet and whisk them away. You readjust your seated position against me, fluff your dress to mask our activities and and I return my hands to their previous place on your tummy and left thigh. Then my right hand begins lightly touching your now, wet and engorged vulva.

“Daddy, you know what I want. Make me cum.” Your voice is breathy and soft. You can feel my heart beneath the blanket between us that is your cushion. You can feel my desire through my hands and my breathing.

I slowly and intentionally, begin to slide my forefinger between your lips. I lightly bring my finger from your perineum, slipping through your slick lips and over your now, pouting clit. You’re so wet. It is magnificent. Your nectar is flowing forth to lubricate my movements. I move from perineum to clit and clit to perineum. Each pass brings you shivers of delight.

After a few rotations of this path I stop at your clit. Then gently, give very light circular touches with my now, drenched index finger. As I feel you tense, I slowly slide it down and inside of you. I feel your now, very prominent G-spot and begin massaging you.

You arch your back and neck. Your reach back with your hands. One lands upon the side of my face. You hold me tight.

“Daddy!” You whisper. “Make me cum. Please, make me cum!”

The palm of my hand is on your clit and my index finger is rubbing your g-spot with purpose.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming……..daddyyyyyy.” your breathing has stopped. Your head and chest are forward as your body is rigid. Your legs are open and hips are granting me unfettered access to your love canal. I continue my massaging of your G-spot.

Suddenly, my hand is drenched, as you release your nectar in a stream. You squirt in a waterfall. It is absolutely fabulous and arousing for me.

Knowing we are still visible to those around us, as far off as they may be, not paying us any attention, you know the importance of discretion. You control your convulsions but breath heavily as the waves of pleasure engulf you.

I slip my left arm from beneath your dress and hold you tight to show my care for you and embrace you. My right hand slips from inside of you but I place my cupped hand over your vulva, again as you recover.

I return to kissing your neck as I hold you tight.

“Daddy…” Is all you get out in your breathy recovery. Your right hand is now, limp as it slowly, slides from my face. I kiss it as it passes by my lips.

Then I begin to move my right hand a bit. My finger slides up ever so easily to your clit. And I begin to very lightly move my finger in circles over it. Teasing it and you.

“Daddy. What are you doing, daddy? You’re going to make me cum, again.” You sound both happy and disappointed. As if the pleasure was a burden. But you greedily, open your legs as if daring me to bring you to orgasm yet, again.

“If you can do that again, I’m going to reward you, papa. Would you like that?” Your voice is so innocent and erotic, simultaneously.

“We’ll talk about any ‘reward’ after you cum, again Sugar. And maybe again, after that. As long as no one pays us any attention I can do this, all day. How would you like that?”

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