The journey was, as always, easy and fun. The time had passed quickly. Deep conversation, interspersed with laughter. The scenery seemlessly changed from dull grey urban, to beaming green nature, as if they had teleported to this happy place.
They parked up and interlocked hands, setting off along the path unknown. He had planned this and she trusted him. She gazed at his profile as he looked down at his feet whilst answering an unremarkable question. She liked his welcoming face. This familiarity belied the brief time they had known eachother. Likewise, how open and relaxed she felt was also unique.
They arrived at an opening in the woods. Stetching out beyond them was a lush, sweeping grass meadow. Wild grain proudly rose above the shorter, hardy green grass. The subtle outline of a path, rarely frequented, traced towards a stout Oak tree. Beneath it, an inviting respite from the beating early August sun.
They made themselves comfortable and laid out the picnic. A large thick blanket, comfortable on the dry feet of old Oak. They fluttered the time, absorbing eachother. She causally noticing his lingering gaze on her body. She had been brave and wore a thin red cotton summer dress with a daisy pattern on. In the shade, the cooler breeze teased through the light fabric, wistfully tweaking her nipples in it’s light grasp. She wondered if he could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Almost knowing that her attention had switched from playful flirty conversation, to something more direct, he made the long overdue first contact of the picnic. They had been sat, crossed legged, facing eachother. He placed both hands on her delicate, innocently pale legs, just below the knees. He pulled her towards him effortlessly, her legs politely uncrossing and overlapping his. He pulled her onto him and embraced her firmly, fully and tightly. His arms somehow gently and rigidly devouring her entire torso. She felt his harding cock twitch and the rough denim of his jeans stroke directly across her clit. He must have noticed her hips subtly gyrate. His arms moved down to each side of her bum and squeeze hard, pushing her down onto him. She leaned into his neck and moaned a warm breath into his ear.
They stayed like this for a while. A civil battle of pleasure. He is surprised when her wetness permeates his thick denim and their juices first mix. He momentarily pulls away from this embrace to look at her. Her pale blue sunbursts barely visible, pushed out by elatedly dilated dark-black pupils. He had rarely seen a person so aroused.
He gently lay her on the comfortable blanket. She looked appreciatively at the mixed grain privacy and slowly breathed out, fully relaxing her body and mind. He shuffled back, positioning himself to gaze upon her soaking and open pussy. He stroked her legs up and down and combined this with teasing wet traces from his hot tongue. The contrast of the hot and cold sending electric-like pulses up her legs, across her pussy, up her back and over her head.
After some time, enough for her to feel the smart of frustration, he makes, what feels like the most gentle touch on her pussy. And again, a gentle lick across her clit. Lower now. Her ass receives a pleasant lick. Then onto her opening. A tongue pushed increasingly deeper, dancing in the well of her soaking pussy. Then back to the clit. Assertively moving her clit piercing out of the way and sometimes asking for assistance. He is listening to her breathing. Sensing her movements. He is more direct now. Around the hood. Licking up from the opening and resting under the hood, the end of his tongue twitching slightly. Licking down from the top of the hood. Then more direct. The tongue pushing firmly just under the piercing and licking in small movements. Playfully teasing the hood and clit. She could feel the pleasure mounting. Her hips were tilting up and her ass raising. She feels a wet finger at her opening. It slides in slowly hottong instantly the spit at the front of her pussy. The combination of the direct and firm licking and firm finger, building a wave of extreme pleasure inside her. Her entire body tenses. His fingers now sliding effortlessly in out out, the sound of wetness penetrating the summer hum. She moans as she approaches her climax. He doesn’t care. He is in a trance. Fixed on helping her to her destination. His spare hand finds her erect nipple through the dress, grasping and pulling it firmly. His tongue movements quickening. He knows she is nearly there. She tenses so much, it somewhat hurts. Then a release and wave of extreme pleasure washes across every last cell of her body. She falls flat on the blanket, heaving deeply as if suffocating from excitement. He gently folds the comfortable blanket over her sensitive and exposed body and moves away. She closes her eyes and in that moment is alone and secure, enjoying all the amazing feelings.