Sun-Drenched Lunch Break Bliss

My good-looking man is so stressed out at the moment. He’s in line for a big promotion at work and is putting in some seriously long hours. It’s sadly having a detrimental effect on his usually enthusiastic libido – poor lad! And poor me as well. It’s not good.

So – I’ve planned a little treat for him. A picnic, some fresh air and scenery – and something special which I hope will perk him up a bit and put a smile on both of our faces.

One o’clock at last! Two packs of sandwiches and two bottles of beer which have been chilling in the fridge. Come on, sweetheart. Where are…….oh, there you are.

“Hey, honey” and a quick kiss. “I’m so glad you emailed. Let’s get out of here!”

“What’s up?”

“They’ve only gone and sprung a bloody presentation on me this afternoon with only four hours to prepare!”

“Oh. We can do this another day if it’s awkward.” Much as I’d be disappointed, I want him to be able to relax and enjoy himself, not be thinking about work.

“Not on your life! Drive, woman!” he growls at me and puts his hand on my thigh, patting it softly.

Someone somewhere must be smiling down on us today. The traffic’s quiet and I’ve had green lights all the way. Clear blue sky and warm summer sunshine. There’s a small, secluded beach only ten minutes’ drive away. It’s “our” place – where we first kissed. And a whole lot more! I hear him chuckle as he realises where we’re going.

“I hope you’re going to behave yourself. The first time we came here, you took my breath away, you naughty little minx!”

“Of course, I am,” I reply, in mock innocence. “And if I try any funny business, you can always fight me off – you know, like you did the first time,” I smile at him, loving the slight frown on his handsome – but stressed out – face.

“Hmm…” is all he mutters back at me.

I park the car, grab the food and a rug and walk towards the beach, knowing he’s watching me – putting two and two together about my not so innocent intentions. I spread the rug out and kneel down, ready to eat. He sits down wearily and ever so slightly wary. I throw him a pack of sandwiches and pass him a beer.

“Cheers, babe!” he says and clinks bottles with me, his eyes never leaving my face.

I watch as he eats his sandwiches with gusto and then I decide that it’s time for dessert. I kneel beside him, holding his gaze and slowly remove my blouse. He’s not saying a word but his eyes undress me further. I move to kneel behind him and start to massage his shoulders. He’s so tense, all knotted and taut.

“Mmmmm….that feels nice.” he says dreamily.

I plant butterfly kisses on his neck and teasingly stroke an ear. I press my breasts into his back and nuzzle his hair. He puts his beer down and reaches behind to grope my butt. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between

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