[MF] [PUBLIC] The Picnic Table

Names changed for obvious reasons. We were M21 and F20 at the time. Spice starts after the *.

I like to think that everyone has that ONE lover that changed the course of their lives. Like the origin story in a sexual universe. The Big Bang so-to-speak. It could be as fleeting as an unforgettable one-night stand or a decades-long marriage, but it’s the person who clicked in a way that completely defines ones future sexuality. For better or worse.

Mine was Carly.

I had entered the last year of my undergrad and was really hitting my stride both academically and socially. I had a big agenda and was loving the challenge. In the previous three years I had fucked my way through a substantial number of co-eds. Enough that it was noticeable in my fairly small university. I gained a reputation. It was annoying. So, as I began the final year of my degree I vowed to take the high road, become more accomplished, reduce partying and try to keep my dick in my pants. In retrospect, this new outlook lasted for about a month.

Carly changed everything.

I remember that it was when the nights were beginning to cool in early October, and the parties were starting to move inside. A good friend of mine invited me to a small gathering at his place which was a short walk from the house that I was sharing with three of my buddies. Despite my big agenda and newfound focus, it was a lazy opportunity to kick back for the night with good friends while staying out of trouble.

When I got there, there were about thirty or so Seniors that I knew along with a handful of strangers, (Juniors and transfers). The house was a little bungalow with a center hall that ended at a kitchen at the back of the house. I remember this vividly because when I passed through the front door, I was immediately attracted, like pulled down the hall, toward a stranger leaning against the kitchen counter at the end of the hallway. She was tall (5’9”), brunette and slender with willowy arms and legs that didn’t seem to end, and she was holding court surrounded by about six or seven people enthralled by whatever she was saying. There was grace to her movements as she made gestures and when she flipped her hair back she had an impeccable neck and jawline. As I closed in on her down the hallway, she glanced at me and flashed me a radiant pixie smile with stunning dimples bracketing full lips. She went silent for a few seconds and held my gaze until I was right.in.front.of.her!

Carly was, and still is, stunning. She closely resembles the actress Kate Beckinsale, but taller and with dimples.

Those around her sensed our immediate electricity because they seemed to part for us and within seconds of greeting each other, it was only us. We spent the next couple of hours digging into each others mind and spirit and alternating between laughing hysterically and sharing our secrets. At one point she hopped up onto the counter and pulled me between her legs. She had some type of jean skirt on, and a fleece shirt that revealed a camisole covering her breasts. She wanted me to feel her heat on my pelvis as she pulled me in. I was rock hard and she confirmed approvingly with a coo as she swiped her hand over my pants.

We didn’t notice the party dying down until there was only a handful of people around. We simply needed more of each other, so we agreed quickly that my place was convenient to our objectives.

*

We walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, giggling and sometime skipping. Periodically I would push her back against a boulevard tree and we would kiss hard, tongues exploring, hands mauling. In one of those moments Carly gasped “I have an idea!”

She grabbed my hand and ran across the street, down someone’s driveway and through a side gate into their backyard. It was dark and heavy with late night silence.

In the yard was some nice landscaping along the fence line and a single picnic table almost in the middle of the grass lawn. Carly ran to it, pulling me behind her. She hiked her skirt to her waist, hopped upon the end of the table that faced us, spread her legs, and unclipped the clasp that covered her crotch. She was wearing a body suit, not a camisole that I assumed earlier. Carly pushed me down to my knees between her legs offering me her cunt. Several hours of flirting and teasing had left her soaking wet with her labia spread and swollen. Although it was dark, I could detect a small patch of hair against Carly’s skin on her mons. As soon as my tongue touched her slippery folds, she gasped hard, pushing her pussy against my mouth. In a very short time, measured in only a few swirls around her engorged clitoris, Carly groaned into a trembling orgasm. I was proud of that moment.

Carly giggled softly as she pulled me to stand up between her legs and undo my belt and pants. As she pulled my pants and boxers down, I watched her eyes widen and smile when my dick swung up free from its containment. With her fingers, Carly smeared the dripping pre-cum from my head and over my shaft and then directed my cock to her entrance. I slid into her tight opening slowly, gritting my teeth trying not to be overcome by the pleasure of her velvet grip. Carly yelped, giggled, and then kissed me deeply as I bottomed out. We stayed that way for a few seconds as we continued to kiss and her vaginal walls milked my increasingly overstimulated shaft. I began to slowing fuck Carly which made her moan into my mouth and then pull away until she was propped on her elbows. At one point she wiggled the straps of her body suit off her shoulders and down arms so that her breasts were exposed to the cool night. Her tits were small, likely B cups, but in an extremely cute way, her nipples point up and away from each other, thick and hardened with arousal and the chill.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I studied the satisfaction building in Carly’s face as I continued to thrust with increasing pace. Her jaw had slackened, and her eyes were rolled-up in her own pleasure now.

“Ohhh…mmmm…right there…I’m cumming…so…hard…” She gasped.

I couldn’t help but groan myself as I felt her vaginal tunnel pulse hard around my dick. I was about to cum, too.

Moments later Carly groaned hard in the stranger’s dark backyard and began orgasming. As she did, she collapsed back off of her elbows onto her shoulders arching her back in the process and rotating her hips, mashing her clit against my pelvis. This was too much for me and I could feel the first jolts of electricity coming from by lower back and through my balls as I was at the edge of jetting into her womb.

As her orgasm began to crescendo, she reached her arms above her shoulders on the picnic table, stretching sensually with feline grace.

Apparently, one of her hands fell within sensor range because I heard a faint *click* and a huge floodlight buzzed awake to cast the entire backyard in harsh white light. In an instant I was able to gaze upon an incredibly beautiful woman illuminated in rapture, neck and shoulder muscles taut, head tilted, eyes closed, and mouth opened with intense grinding pleasure. An instant later, her eyes fluttered open in wide-eye panic as she rushed to push me off and out of her. Carly’s fight-or-flight instincts fully kicked in.

In the meantime, I was cumming uncontrollably.

The first stream of my semen landed against Carly’s hiked skirt and like a Jackson Pollack across her butterflied vagina glistening in the light. As the interior lights of the house began to illuminate, a second stream landed with a faint splat on one of the benches of the picnic table. As I bent down to pull my pants up from around my ankles, another stream somehow flew just past my shoulder, but caught the collar of my jacket. As Carly grabbed my hand to sprint out of the backyard a final spurt fell steaming onto the lawn just before I was able to get my pants over my hips.

We could hear an old man yelling somewhere behind us as we slammed the gate and ran as best we could down the street considering that my pants were still undone, and Carly was pretty much naked except for fleece shirt over her shoulders and a ribbon of clothing wrapped around her waist.

After a few hundred meters, we stopped doubled over and panting behind a big tree that was actually at the entrance to the parking lot of the townhouse complex where I lived. Soon we were giggling hysterically.

Carly then flung her arms around my neck and kissed me voraciously, tongues intertwined, as I kneaded her toned exposed ass. She pulled her head back momentarily, staring at me with her deep brown eyes “That…was…INCREDIBLE!”

She pulled me by my hand towards the townhouses, not knowing exactly where I lived, but eager to arrive. “I’m so horny right now, I don’t know if we’ll make it there before I need to cum again.”

This was my first weekend with Carly, which I plan to write about in the future. Carly was the first person that I know I fell in love with, and we were inseparable for more than a year. I still love her, well, at least the memories of her. Carly introduced me to a level of adventure and sexual curiosity that I didn’t know existed prior to her. I gained so much confidence from her sensuality and the constant hunger for pleasure that she pleaded for me to satiate. Of the handful of women that I have truly loved after her (some of whom I have posted about on Reddit), I recognize now that they all retain elements of Carly – confidence, curiosity, adventure and intense intelligence.

It turns out that in my last year of undergrad, Carly was my Big Bang.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12aypzj/mf_public_the_picnic_table