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A Picnic Story
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A Picnic Story As I sat in the bath reveling in the thoughts of the day just past, the words that created images stronger than reality came into my mind. The discussions of dreams, of complete and utter submission to the most hidden of desires slowly brought rise to emotions that were long hidden away from reality for fear that no one would ever understand. These were the catalyst of the daydream to follow. As I exited an absolutely delicious bath, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, body glistening with<b> beads </font></b>of water that slowly rolled downward. I was suddenly reminded of a fantasy I had had about a woman I had known for years, her name was Candy. Candy came to the house one afternoon, looking particularly sensual. She was just wearing shorts and a shirt, but the smile she had on her face said there was more than met the eye. We sat and talked for a while, and as the conversation continued in what seemed to be an innocent manner she continued to squirm ever so slightly, which I attributed to nervousness as we had planned a day trip to the local botanical gardens. As time neared for us to depart for the gardens she softly whispered in my ear that the day would be very special indeed, but would give no more detail than that. We arrived at the gardens and the scene set before us was simply beautiful, flowers in bloom, grass freshly cut, ponds with low waterfalls; all the sights and smells that contributed to a mood destined for romance. We began our trek by going around the park and coming back in through the rose garden, again the sights and smells overwhelming senses. Candy’s smile was hypnotic to say the least, and I knew that there was something that I did not yet know. We walked rather slowly enjoying the varieties of roses, the convergence of aromas and the utterly breath-taking beauty that surrounded us was simply setting the scene for things to come. As we entered back into the park the trails winding in and out of various thicknesses of trees, flowers and bushes. When we arrived in the middle of the park, where it seemed no one had been in quite some time, Candy said she wanted to show me something, she lead us off the trail, there hidden from sight of the trail was a blanket, a bottle of wine, and a basket. We sat on the blanket and talked about the day, the surprise picnic and normal chat. Soon we began to kiss, at first ever so soft, slow and deliberate. My hand behind her neck gently playing with her hair, the kisses became more passionate as time passed. Totally oblivious to where we were and the fact that we could be caught by others with thoughts of privacy just as we had, my hands started to wander. As my hand slowly rubbed her thigh, she reached down and held me just short of reaching under the fabric. We continued to kiss, seemingly innocent and without any hope of going further, until she guided my hand up the inside of her thigh, directing me to the reason for her squirming all day; she was wearing a pearl g-string that had been teasing her the entire morning. I slowly slid the pearls to the side, and began to tease her clit, though she was so aroused I really didn’t need to. As I teased her I whispered in her ear just how much this day, and all that she had done surprised, and excited me, how I had to have her right there and then. She told me that this was the plan all along. Somehow, she had placed all the pieces in place ahead of time, and even scouted the location so that, though there was a chance of being caught it wasn’t quite likely, this in itself was an aphrodisiac. Candy reached over to the basket, and pulled out a light blanket and as we lay back pulled the blanket over us. I slowly pulled her shorts down, and revealed the pearl g-string and began to move it across her clitoris, stimulating her more and more. I kissed her lips and slowly drew my lips to her ear, and just below, using the heat and touch of lips against skin to bring more of the desired passion out into the open. She then reached down and grasp my hand, pulling it from under the blanket, to which I responded by tasting her essence, and sharing the sweetness with her via another passion filled kiss. As we kissed, I let my fingers run in her hand, and drew light lines in her palm and up to her wrist, slow and deliberate running my nails against her wrist and up her arm, Candy became more entranced with each passing moment. Candy began to message me underneath the blanket, to which I had to have her stop, for I had just changed the entire direction of her well laid plan. As I told her, my pleasures could wait, I kissed trails from and to every point I could without taking her to where she was destined to be very soon. With lips wandering and tenderly giving attention to each inch of skin, my hands resumed their attention to the pearl g-string and the mission at hand. She finally relented and my kisses worked lower as I went under the blanket, and began to orally play with the pearls, using my tongue to move them back and forth, up and down, to which she began to moan softly. Grabbing my hair and running her hands over my head lightly applying pressure, and helping direct her pleasures via my wonton tonguing. She then pulled my head from the blanket and we kissed deeply, the taste of her essence mingling between our lips, salty and sweet. I let my hand resume messaging her clitoris, to which I slipped on finger inside and gently moved it mimicking the motions of my tongue from moments earlier. As she began to enjoy this more and more, she asked me to insert another, to which I complied. She then took my hand in hers, and continued to guide it towards the most pleasurable positions. Soon she had me insert a third and eventually a fourth finger, and at the same time she began to manipulate her clitoris. I soon realized that my thumb instinctively fell into my palm. My hand just almost fell into her, absorbed into her being, as if I were meant to be a part of her. The smile that came after that, was something from a dream, and only spurred my imagination on that much further. I slowly began to move my hand, only letting the knuckles nearest my palm reach, the edge of lips. As her smile widened, I had a flash, I began to open and close my fist ever so lightly. Then I started to twist my hand sideways, back and forth. Every movement I made was a means to my purposeful intent. My eyes wandered between the wondrous sight of my hand buried to my wrist, and her eyes. The communication we shared was deeper than anything experienced before. There seemed to be a connection at soul level, but the sounds reminded me that the truly was reality. Her body quivered as she experienced yet another orgasm, and that too raised feelings of complete pleasure on my part as well, to be able to give so much pleasure was something I had never imagined, and the thought that we could be caught at any time was that much more of an aphrodisiac. Drunken with ecstasy we continued until she became so pale I feared for her safety. We began to put our little picnic up into the basket she had off to the side, and decided to take our party to a more private setting. |
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