Forgotten Picnic Secrets

The Wednesday air hung thick and sweet with the scent of pine needles and damp earth as M and I pulled up to the forgotten corner of the county park. It wasn’t exactly a popular spot; a small, overgrown trail snaked through a thick patch of woods, ending at a sun-drenched clearing nestled against a gentle slope. We’d stumbled upon it last year, a little slice of secluded paradise that felt miles away from the mundane. I’d packed a lunch, a simple affair of sandwiches and fruit, hoping for a lazy afternoon of sunbathing and conversation.

I wore a white sundress, a vintage find with delicate floral embroidery that barely covered my torso. The low neckline was a deliberate choice, a subtle invitation for M to take his time, to savor the view. I’d opted for a balcony bra, pushing my breasts upward, teasing him with the promise of more. I didn’t bother with panties, wanting to feel the sun on my skin and the earth beneath me. The sandals, simple leather, completed the look – a blend of carefree abandon and sensual suggestion.

As we spread out our blanket, a family – a mom and two small children – passed by, their laughter echoing through the trees. We ignored them, focusing on the growing quiet of our little haven. The sun beat down on us, warming my skin, and the scent of wildflowers filled the air. M’s hand gently traced the curve of my hip, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down my spine. He then moved lower, his fingertips tracing the edge of my cleavage, his touch both possessive and playful. I arched into his hand, enjoying the tease, the anticipation of what was to come.

Lunch was a pleasant distraction, but the real pleasure lay in simply being together, basking in the warmth and solitude. As we finished our food, I felt a shift in the air, a growing desire that demanded to be acknowledged. We rose to our feet and began a leisurely stroll along the trail, seeking a more secluded spot.

The woods were dense, the air cool and damp, but we pushed on, searching for that perfect patch of sunlight. Finally, we found it – a small clearing surrounded by tall grasses, far enough from the path to feel hidden, yet still bathed in golden light. He trampled down a section of the grass, creating a makeshift bed, and spread out our blanket on top.

Lying back on our elbows, we faced each other, a silent understanding passing between us. It wasn't a frantic rush; it was a slow, deliberate unfolding, a building of tension that made my body throb with anticipation. I pulled up the hem of my dress, revealing the smooth expanse of my lower body. M’s fingers found their mark, and a wave of heat rushed through me. His touch was firm, confident, and undeniably demanding.

As he began to worship me, my pleasure intensified. He moved with a focused intensity, his hands exploring every inch of my body, drawing me deeper into the moment. I responded with moans and sighs, lost in the exquisite sensations. It was an invitation, a promise of more to come. The grass tickled my skin, grounding me to the earth while my mind soared with desire.

The first encounter felt like a warm embrace, a gentle awakening. Then, emboldened by our shared pleasure, he took a more assertive approach. He unbuckled his belt and released his trousers, exposing his body beneath. I reached inside his underwear, finding a hard prize, and eagerly took hold of his shaft. The feeling was electrifying, a primal connection that bypassed all inhibitions. We continued our dance of pleasure, his hands stroking my clitoris with a playful violence that sent shivers down my spine.

As the sun climbed higher, we shed our clothes, reveling in the heat and the freedom. I removed my bra, letting my breasts hang loose, while he pulled my sundress over his head, exposing me completely. The warmth of the sun intensified, turning my skin flushed and radiant. He then ran his hands over my chest, teasing me with his touch, before gently pulling my t-shirt over his head. I leaned into him, seeking his warmth, his strength.

Getting on my knees, keeping my posture hunched to maintain the illusion of modesty, I focused my attention on his body. He responded with a passionate thrust, and I grabbed his erect member, pulling it into my mouth. The sensation was intense, overwhelming. My body arched and writhed, lost in the pleasure of his possession. The taste of him mingled with the sweetness of the air, creating a sensory overload that left me breathless.

Hearing footsteps approaching, we quickly came to our senses, pulling back from our intimate embrace. We lay low, hiding behind the tall grasses, listening to the approaching sounds. The footsteps faded, then returned, closer this time. We held our breath, praying that they wouldn't notice us. The suspense was almost unbearable, yet the anticipation only fueled our desire.

As the footsteps receded, I looked at M, a knowing smile playing on my lips. Without a word, I reached for his hand, pulling him back into the embrace, and he returned the gesture with equal fervor. The moment we reconnected, the world outside disappeared, replaced by the intoxicating heat of our shared passion. He began to worship me again, his touch even more insistent, more demanding. It was a desperate attempt to catch up, to make up for lost time.

As he moved on, taking hold of my clitoris, his hands moving quickly and deliberately, I realized I wanted to come. Taking the initiative, I pulled up my dress, revealing my bare skin. He responded by unbuckling my belt and holding me close. His body pressed against mine, creating a perfect, intimate space. We both began to writhe and moan, our bodies wracked with the pleasure of our mutual arousal. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch.

Then, I felt the first ripple of sensation, a tingling warmth that spread throughout my body. The pleasure intensified, becoming overwhelming. As my muscles tensed and my body quivered, I lost all control. Reaching out to M, I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, begging him to continue. He obliged, responding with renewed vigor, his touch both gentle and forceful.

The climax arrived with a burst of pure sensation, a wave of ecstasy that washed over me. I screamed, lost in the moment, my body convulsing with pleasure. As the tension subsided, I lay there panting, exhausted but exhilarated. M, equally spent, rested beside me, his arm draped across my waist. We lay in silence for a few moments, savoring the lingering effects of our encounter.

Suddenly, we heard voices again, this time closer than before. A couple, an older gentleman and lady, walked past the clearing, their eyes scanning the surroundings. We quickly pulled our blankets back, hiding beneath them as best we could. They passed by without a second glance, oblivious to our presence.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the clearing, we packed up our belongings, a sense of contentment washing over us. We left the park that day feeling as though we had truly escaped, that we had found a little piece of paradise in the heart of a forgotten corner of the county. As we drove away, I knew that this was not the end of our adventures. We would return, seeking out secluded spots, embracing the thrill of the forbidden, and rediscovering the joy of uninhibited pleasure. After all, some experiences are too good to be missed.

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