Forgotten Picnic, Secret Longings

The air hung thick and humid, buzzing with the lazy drone of cicadas as M and I made our way through the undergrowth. Wednesday had been declared a free day, a small rebellion against the usual rhythm of our lives, and this county park, barely a blip on the map, seemed like the perfect escape. It was a place we’d stumbled upon last year, a forgotten corner of green nestled between fields of corn, offering a quiet solitude that felt increasingly rare. I’d packed a simple picnic, a little white checkered blanket and a basket brimming with sandwiches and fruit, hoping to lose ourselves in the afternoon sun.

My sundress, a pale white cotton with delicate floral embroidery, clung to my curves, the low-cut neckline hinting at the balcony bra beneath. I'd intentionally left my panties at home, wanting to offer M a more complete view, a more intimate experience. The sandals on my feet completed the picture of carefree abandon. As we pulled into the parking lot, a gaggle of children shrieked on the swings, their laughter echoing through the trees, but we ignored them, seeking out the secluded spot we’d identified earlier.

The blanket went down, a soft oasis in the shade of a sprawling oak, and the lunch basket followed. We settled onto it, letting the warmth of the sun soak into our skin. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the sweet fragrance of the picnic spread, creating a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation. M’s hand found my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down my spine. Then, his fingers descended, exploring the delicate swell of my breast, a playful squeeze followed by a more insistent tracing of my cleavage. I arched my back slightly, responding to his touch, savoring the sensation of his hand against my skin.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, the words laced with a possessive tenderness that made my heart flutter. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear, whispering promises of pleasure and delight. The conversation faded as we both lost ourselves in the shared enjoyment of the moment, the world outside shrinking to the confines of our secluded haven.

As we ate, he continued his teasing, gently pressing against my breast, the touch sending waves of heat through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, letting him take control. The sun beat down on us, a golden spotlight illuminating our intertwined bodies.

After lunch, we decided to explore the walking trails, hoping to find an even more secluded spot. The path wound through dense woods, sunlight filtering through the canopy in dappled patterns. We passed only one other person, a solitary hiker lost in thought, before reaching a small clearing bathed in sunlight. Here, the grass grew tall, reaching my hips, offering a sense of privacy and seclusion.

M led me off the trail, pushing through the undergrowth until we found the perfect place, a small, level patch of ground hidden behind a thick cluster of ferns. He cleared the space with his feet, laying down the blanket, and then he looked at me, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. He took my hand, his grip firm and confident, pulling me closer. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Slowly, we began to make love, our movements deliberate and sensual. The air thrummed with unspoken desires, a tangible energy that fueled our passion.

As we grew more intimate, I unbuckled his belt and carefully undid his trousers, revealing the hard prize within. Reaching inside his underwear, I took hold of his shaft, my fingers gently stroking it, teasing him with the promise of pleasure. He responded eagerly, arching his back and moaning softly. We continued this way for some time, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, feeding off each other's desires.

Eventually, I pulled off my sundress, letting it slide over my head, the cool cotton a welcome relief against my heated skin. He reached behind me, unhooking my bra and slipping it from my shoulders, exposing the delicate curve of my chest. The sun felt incredible on my skin. I pushed up his t-shirt, feeling his gaze tracing the contours of his torso. Leaning into him, I felt a surge of vulnerability, a complete surrender to his touch.

Taking his hand, I pulled up the hem of my dress, revealing my lack of panties. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and then he began to masturbate me, pinching and pushing my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The pleasure escalated as he continued his assault, demanding more and more.

As the afternoon wore on, I felt a growing sense of abandon, a desire to let go and lose myself completely in the moment. I noticed the grass was roughly up to my hips, as we sat down, facing each other, our bodies brushing against one another. The sun cast long shadows across the clearing, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and seclusion.

He gently caressed my face, his touch both gentle and insistent, before continuing his teasing, tracing the edge of my cleavage with his fingertips. The anticipation built, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Suddenly, I felt a shift in the atmosphere, a sense of unease. The distant sound of footsteps broke the silence, and we both froze, listening intently. A couple was walking along the trail, their voices barely audible, but their presence shattered the illusion of privacy.

Quickly, we lowered ourselves onto the blanket, seeking cover beneath the tall grass, hoping to remain undetected. The couple passed by, oblivious to our presence, their footsteps fading into the distance.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the clearing, we returned to our bodies, resuming our lovemaking with renewed vigor. The grass tickled my skin as we moved together, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, our passion intensifying with each passing moment.

Taking his hand, I pulled up the hem of my dress further, revealing more of my body. He responded by taking my hand in his, pulling me closer, and then he began to mount me, sliding his hips against my back, his weight pressing down on me.

As we continued our lovemaking, I felt myself growing more and more aroused, my body trembling with anticipation. The world narrowed to the sensation of his touch, the scent of sweat mingling with the sweet fragrance of the picnic basket.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain, a searing sensation that ripped through my body. I let out a cry, pulling away from him, clutching at my clitoris. It was then that I realized the true extent of my pleasure, the intense, overwhelming sensation that had been building within me all afternoon.

I looked at him, my eyes filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and then I knew what I had to do. With a surge of adrenaline, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto his back, straddling him 69 style.

His hands caressed and rubbed over my hips, pushing and pulling me, urging me to ride harder. My knees were bent, my body lowered, but I remained firmly planted on his face, clinging to his shaft with all my might. I could feel his breath on my neck, his heart pounding against my skin.

As we continued our lovemaking, the pain faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of sensation and ecstasy. I knew this was exactly where I wanted to be, lost in the moment, completely consumed by our passion.

The climax came swiftly, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me, followed by a deep, satisfying sigh. We both lay there for a moment, catching our breath, before slowly rising to our feet.

As we gathered our belongings, I looked back at the clearing, a bittersweet feeling washing over me. We had found our secret sanctuary, a place where we could escape the demands of the world and indulge in our desires. And now, as we drove away, I knew that this park would forever hold a special place in our hearts, a reminder of the day we dared to break free from the ordinary. The memory of that afternoon would remain etched in my mind, a testament to the power of love and passion.

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