(I made a shorter, more poetic one for this week, like it?)
They walked in silence through the woods, further and further away from civilization. Occasionally they smiled at each other, but none of them wanted to break the silence, instead keeping the magic of the moment alive.
She carried the blanket and he the basket, but this picnic would be further into the forest than they had ever been before.
They found just the right spot after another 15 minutes of walking, inside a beautiful glen, filled with thousands of flowers in different colors. They put the blanket down over a mossy spot, making it a soft and comfortable place to sit.
Speaking only a little, in hushed voices but with warm smiles, they unpacked the food from the basket. Fruits, sandwiches, a bottle of wine, they ate in silence, admiring the sounds and sights of nature, so far into the woods that no one else was there to disturb them.
After eating, they laid down on the blanket together, side by side on their backs. They stared into the afternoon sky, watched the light, summer clouds slowly grace by above their heads. Without a word, he turned on the side, and gently stroked her cheek.
She turned to face him, smiling at him, and they began kissing. Her soft lips smelled of the strawberries she had just eaten, and he licked them, tasted them, tasted her. As the kiss became deeper, their tongues carefully caressing, teasing, the heat inside increased. His hand moved from her face down to her shoulders, massaging them, slowly inching closer to her chest. It heaved with her now deeper breaths, as if begging him to come closer, and he moved over the softness, the roundness of her breasts underneath the thin cloth. She wore no bra underneath the summer dress, and he felt the already stiffened nipples meet his palm from underneath. She moaned, coming closer to him, and he began unbuttoning her dress, one button at a time. The small buttons went all the way down, and the wait made her moan with anticipation as he slowly worked his way downwards, stroking the skin of her belly, softly like the wings of a butterfly fluttering over her white panties, making her gasp for breath.
Finally the last button, and he folded the two sides apart, exposing her bare skin to the forest around them, admiring her perfect, round breasts, still yearning for his touch. Only her panties were still there to cover her innermost privacy, but only for seconds more. He slowly pulled them down, revealing her secrets, letting the sun shine down on her pelvis, the dark locks, her smooth labia.
Removing her panties completely, he could now watch her in all her glory, and she moved underneath his glance, waiting for him, longing for him.
He leaned down to kiss her belly, working his tongue downwards, making her gasp with the tickling sensation. He reached the heat of her lower parts, and she willingly, eagerly spread her legs to let him closer. He kissed and licked the insides of her thighs, closing in again on the hotness, reaching her labia now. Gently, almost only a breath, letting the tip of his tongue slide along her slit, her wetness astounding him. He tasted her again, another part of what was her, and she moaned loudly now. Spreading her legs further, she opened up for him, he licked the insides now, parting and exploring, her moans and convulsions leading him, until finally, she felt him reach the epitome. He kissed her clit, lightly, then deeper, licking around it, gracing over it, feeling her throbbing swollenness that he knew already now was pulling her towards the explosion. But he had more in store for her, for himself, before they would go there. Listening to her moans, he kissed once more, putting slightly more pressure on her clit, enough to make her whimper with lust, before leaving her soft wetness with his face, returning up to her.
She kissed him deeply, and reached down to open his pants. Before long, they were both naked, their bodies intertwined, locked together in a heated embrace. They breathed fast now, he could barely wait, she yearned for him, grinding her hips against his in a way that made his head spin with lust.
He waited for her to spread her legs once more for him, but now he was over her, kissing her breasts, licking her nipples, sucking on them, making her back arch to meet his mouth. When none of them could wait no more, he rose to position himself between her legs, and slowly pressed his hardness against her glistening opening, so wet and enticing, allowing him in so easily. He entered her, penetrating her, deeper and deeper, she squirmed and groaned, meeting his hips, helping him reach deeper than ever. She cried out with the heat as he began thrusting, firmly, leaving her body shaking and shivering with each move.
As he increased the pace, his lust rising with alarming speed, feeling the sun on his back as he rose on his knees, he lifted her legs to his shoulders. Continuing to thrust deep into her while holding her hips and reaching even further inside, to her innermost place of pleasure, he listened to her crying out her lust, begging for more, harder. He obliged, and as if oblivious to everything other than their moving bodies, she panted and gasped for air, begging again, more, more, I’m coming…
He lifted her into his lap, still inside her, moving his body to lay down on his back with her on top now, allowing her to use him to her pleasure for the final climax. She rode him, his hands on her behind, pulling them both closer, closer. He looked at her breasts, moving, bouncing with her forceful moves, her beauty making him breathless. Her tightness around his hardness made him dizzy, as if she was swallowing his body whole with hers.
Her hips moved faster now, pushing him deep inside, he could not hold back much longer but he was trapped underneath her, her inside, her legs, her round behind, everything keeping him in place, forcing him closer.
She groaned loud, each move over him sending her into ecstasy, she dug her nails into his chest, crying out now, oh god, I can’t, I can’t… and then her moans rising into a scream as she orgasmed, and the little he had left to hold back with was erased, and he joined her voice with his as he climaxed together with her. She continued riding, grinding against him, gasping and still letting her voice express the mad, violent, forceful waves of pleasure rippling her body. He groaned, still coming, still filling, until she fell forward over him, panting, and he held her until her body stopped shaking.
Intertwined once again, they laid there, still naked, sweat and lust covering their skin, listening to the nature that was the only one to have seen them. Until heat began to rise once more, and she leaned in to begin with a new, deep kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/133uj5h/the_woods_outdoors_oral_romantic_18