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The Park (mf)
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Subject: "The Park" mf
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 1995 23:12:34 UTC
We had agreed to meet for lunch at a little cafe downtown. It was
Saturday, a sunny fall day. As I drove there I admired the color of
the leaves. It was pretty warm and I had the window open to catch the
slight breeze. I sang along with the radio, feeling good.
When I pulled up to park in front of the cafe I saw that your car was
already there. You were standing in the front window watching traffic.
You waved happily when I walked up to the building. I gave you a quick
hug and asked how you were. You answered that you were admiring the day
and wondered if we couldn't have a picnic instead of an inside lunch.
Well, that sounded like a perfect idea to me. We ordered lunch and took
it to go. Leaving my car we drove off in yours, heading for one of the
nearby state parks.
The park was near a lake and was usually a popular spot, but apparently
no one else appreciated what a nice day it was. We were alone in the
small field with the picnic tables and the trees. We walked to a table
at the far end, away from the parking lot. It was in the sun, but there
were enough trees around that we couldn't even see the car.
Lunch was pleasant. We talked and joked about everything. Somehow,
the shorter fall days caught up with us and it was soon getting dim. I
hadn't realized we'd been going on all afternoon.
So, now we're sitting here at the picnic table, getting cooler by the
second. What few insects remain are starting to make their nighttime
noises. I don't want to call an end to the day yet, but I wonder what to do?
Off handedly you mention a blanket in your trunk. We could cuddle up
against a tree and keep talking you suggest. Well now, there's an idea!
You run to get it while I clean up the table and scout out a good tree to
lean on.
You find me at the base of a very large tree, at the edge of the picnic
area. We set the blanket down and then wrap ourselves up in it. I lean
my head on your chest and listen to your heart for a few moments before
looking up into your eyes. In the growing darkness I can see you staring
back at me. Your mouth curves into a sly smile right before you bend
down to kiss me.
I keep my mouth closed at first and you nibble and lick at my lips.
You kiss across my cheek and suck on my ear lobe for a moment before
coming back to my mouth. This time I let my lips part and take your
tongue, feeling it rub against my own.
We kiss for several minutes, relaxed. My arms are around your neck
holding you close. I twist slightly and lay across your lap. My breasts
are thrust up as I bend back and you reach to cup them in your hands. I
moan softly and close my eyes. Caressing me through my shirt, you bring
my nipples to hardness. They poke up through the fabric reaching for your
fingers. You pull my shirt up above my breasts and move my bra out of the
way to expose them. The chilly air causes the nipples to harden even more.
Eyes still closed, I feel the warmth of your mouth closing around my
left nipple. I moan again and arch my chest up harder against your
face. Still sucking you stroke me from chest to thigh over and over.
You switch and suck on my right nipple, still teasing.
Soon I can't stand it anymore and sit up again. I lift my head to kiss
you while I start unbuttoning your shirt. After the first few are
undone, I kiss down your neck and follow my fingers as they open your
shirt. I pull the bottom out from your jeans and help you take it off.
Now I lick along the waistband, enjoying the taste of your skin. Using
my teeth I pull the snap open and the zipper down. You chuckle in approval.
I ask you to lift up a little so that I can slide your jeans and briefs
down to your knees. For a second I just stare at your hard cock. It is
very beautiful in the moonlight. I reach out to touch it, gently,
reverently. You lean back against the tree while I crawl between your
legs. I dip my head down to take your cock into my mouth. At first I
only get halfway down, but after several strokes, I take all of it down
my throat and breath through my nose. I reach up and tease your nipples
with my fingers. This makes you groan softly and your hips start to
twitch with the attention I am giving your cock.
I can feel you still swelling deep in my mouth as you get more
excited. I start to make swallowing movements with my throat and it
feels like I am stroking you with a tight grip. I release your nipples
and reach down to caress your balls. My short hair makes it easy for you
to watch me suck on you. I love knowing that you can see your cock
disappear in my throat. Before long you warn me that you are getting
close, so I stop.
I stand up quickly and remove my shirt and jeans. I stand in front of
you so that you can take my panties off. You pause for a moment to feel
how wet they are. I step up to stand very close to your face and spread
my pussy for you to see. You gasp and watch as I gently stroke my clit
for a moment. Then I pull your head to me and make you taste it. Yes,
that feels so good. Your tongue finds my clit as I lick my fingers clean
again. Then I pull away and kneel over your hips, my open pussy just
above your cock. It twitches in anticipation, but instead of lowering
myself onto it, I wet my fingers with my own juice and start to stroke
you again.
You grab my hips and try to pull me towards you, but I hold back. I
move my hand up and down over your shaft while my other hands goes back
to tickling my clit. Now and then, you watch me push a finger into my
hole and bring it back to lick. After a few minutes I let you have a
taste also and your cock spasms in my grip.
I let you go and just stare at you. I lower myself down so that the
tip of your dick is resting at my opening, but not entering yet. You
just wait for me to be ready. You know that soon enough my own desire
will make me do it.
Then I grab your cock and use it to rub my clit. To you it seems as if
the head of your erection is being stroked by a wet fingertip. My clit
is very hard and I can feel the sex flush creeping into my chest. I
start to stroke you again while still rubbing you against my most
sensitive spot. Your precum and my wetness make it an easy slide across
the flesh. Twisting again, I can cup your balls and massage them with my
thumb.
You start to groan more loudly now. I can see the lust in your eyes.
I am very close to cumming with the friction on my clit. I think you are
close also. The muscles in your thighs and your cock in my hand are
quivering with intense feeling.
Oh yes. I can feel my orgasm very close now. Almost. YES. As soon
as I start to cum, I slam my hips down on yours. Driving your cock to
the hilt just as my pussy starts to contract. The feeling of having you
inside me is exquisite. I feel so full and stretched.
With just one more thrust of my hips, I bring you over the edge with
me. Your balls tighten and your seed is rushing out in waves of pure
pleasure. I can feel your warmth pouring into me. I wrap my arms around
you and hug you tightly. We pull the blanket more closely around
ourselves and wait until we are recovered.
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