The forest date

On a whim, I had decided to take you on a picnic. We had been dating for a few weeks, nothing too intimate- just a few kisses and lots of innuendo. You teased, made jokes about how dorky you thought it was. All in jest, of course. You were smiling and having a wonderful time, just you and I in a small clearing next to the riverbank.

We hadn't touched the picnic basket yet, we just spent what must have been an hour lying beside eachother, pointing at the clouds and deciding which one looked more like an elephant, or chatting about the importance of cowbell within a song. It was easy to just be silly with you, to just relax and speak every little thought that came to mind.

You made some bold statement about how you could swear the Virgin Mary's face was in the bark of a tree, and I couldn't help myself. I pounced atop you and kissed you. It was awkward at first, both of us laughing a little, but then the giggles subsided and the kiss became real. I slid my hands down your sides, trying to be suave as I snaked my hands to your rear and squeezed slightly. You responded by moaning and wrapping your legs around my hips, a response that... was unexpected, but quite happily recieved.

I kissed lower, moving from your lips to your neck, one of my hands moving up the curve of your hip, under your shirt, to cup your soft, perky breast... You were all but writhing under me at this point, I could feel you grinding your hips against mine, desperate for the pressure against your tender, warm womanhood. I began trailing my kisses lower, dipping down into the low-cut line of your blouse to nibble and kiss your breasts, teasing lower still as I pulled up your shirt to blow air across your stomach.
You giggled from the soft tickle, and I moved lower still, pulling your skirt up to reveal more of your skin. My eyes raked up and down your body, drinking in the sight.. you looked down at me, my face mere inches from your parted thighs. A blush spread across your cheeks as I kissed you over your panties, my eyes closing as I lost myself in the feel of your soft, tender flesh barely covered by the thin fabric.

I could feel your heat upon my lips, I could smell your sweat and lust, I could almost taste you... I needed more. I tugged your panties down your legs in one swift movement, my tongue sliding between the folds of your delicious, pink lips the instant they were exposed. You let out a surprised cry, trembling now- but urging me on all the same.

I became insatiable, my arms locking solidly around your thighs as my tongue delved deeper into you, tasting the nectar of your most intimate flesh. I kissed and nibbled at your tender clit, then I felt your hands snaking through my hair, pulling me against you harder. I groaned, realizing how much you wanted this, how much you loved this...

My lips and tongue teased, touched, tickled, toyed, tantalized... Bringing you ever-nearer to the brink, but never letting you peak. "Not yet, my love" I would murmur to you between slow licks. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours, before I felt it was time for you to cum. I was greedy, I didn't want to stop, but your whines and whimpers, pleading to let you cum... I couldn't deny you any more.

I murmured gently to you, "Cum for me, my dear... cum for me", before sliding my tongue deep into your twitching, dripping flesh. My fingers toyed and rubbed at your clit while my lips and tongue ravaged your pussy... then I heard you, your frantic moans and trembling words as you gave into me, gave into the sensations of it all. Your hips bucked as I held you firmly in place, my licks still continuing through your waves of pleasure, reveling in the feel of your muscles contracting and shuddering through your orgasm...

At last, you came down, shaking and panting... I licked my lips, and slid beside you, my hands caressing the sides of your face as your eyes found mine. You didn't speak a word, you simply curled into me and fell asleep against my chest, your body spent and sated...