checked picnic blanket contrasts sharply against the dark green
grass and cloudless blue sky, but that's how it's meant to be. Brett
has laid out the picnic beneath a majestic oak tree, which lends
its shade and gravitas to the scene. I look forward to the feast
- there's camembert cheese, crackers, strawberries, cold ham, and
mangoes for dessert.
Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay
is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It's refreshing
and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses
There is no one for miles around.
It's like we own the whole world. The grass is swaying gently in
the breeze as though it is bowing to us. We are the king and queen
of our own universe, and today we are feasting on each other.
His face is buried deep in my pussy and
I am in heaven...
feeds me a strawberry; its juice dribbles from the corner of my
mouth, and he licks it clean, then kisses me again.
I help him remove his shirt,
one button and kiss at a time. He helps me out of my dress, with
much tickling. Our underwear is a nuisance, and banished accordingly.
Naked, the sun dapples our skin with speckles of pure light beneath
the oak. The breeze is cool around my nipples, but they are hard
with desire now.
We lean against the trunk, and
kiss and kiss. And we toast each other, revelling in our own naked
beauty and the joy of being together. We taste like fine wine.
He nibbles my earlobe, and the
shivers travel down my body like steam trains on nerve
lines. He kisses my neck and I arch in pleasure as he moves down
to take my nipple in his mouth. His lips are warm, his tongue wet
as it leaves small trails around the aureole. Now he suckles the
other breast, and I hold his head tenderly, the whorish Madonna
beneath an oak tree.
He kisses to my navel and makes
it his own, and then on to my mound, softly furred and wet with
need. His hands cup my breasts as his tongue finds my clit. The
pleasure is all-encompassing - I close my eyes and moan as loudly
as I like. Only the ants can hear.
My legs are over his shoulders;
his face is buried deep in my pussy and I am in heaven. His tongue
is everywhere at once and his mouth covers my vulva, sucking and
caressing and licking.
I come, and it's a unique orgasm.
The hair stands on the back of my neck, goosebumps rise, and the
pleasure is scattered across my skin like raindrops on a lake. It's
like touching something divine.
We make love all afternoon, first
urgently, and then with great tenderness. We drink wine as the sun
goes down, and then make our way home, spent and happy in each other.