The Picnic

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The Picnic a story by LePhantom The bright red Sebring convertible rolled down from the ferry onto the dock. The disappearing fog muffled the sounds as it rolled through the gravel parking lot. She sat softly in the right seat, with her sandal’d feet curled under her allowing the sun to gently warm her exposed thighs. Her sparkling blue eyes, flashed with laughter as the breeze ruffled her auburn hair.His eyes glanced from the road, down to her legs, traveling slowly up over her body, watching her nipples harden as she sensed his gaze. Quickly out of the village, they rolled down a slightly soft and muddy road, passing through the deep sea grass. In the distance, the widows walk of a long abandoned light house rose above the greenness. Sunlight flashed briefly on the tin roof.The soft grassy meadow dropped gently away to the soft sand of the beach. A long abandoned dock stretched out into the rolling sea. Farther offshore, the rusting hulk of an ancient ship adorned the rocks, attesting to the need for the light. Silence filled the air, broken only by the flutter of the Monarchs wings… and her soft breathing. “Let’s explore,” she whispered, as if fearful of breaking natures code of silence.They walked slowly through the meadow, closing on the light… afraid of waking the ghosts of keepers past. Fingers entwined… pulses raced at the mere touch… their hands rubbed together with nervous anticipation.The light stood empty, surviving the onslaught of civilization. In the center of the great room, a spiral stairway led to the light. “Come on,” she whispered and began her ascent. His eyes traveled from her feet slowly up her shapely legs, his gaze disappearing beneath the softly fluttering sun dress to glimpse tiny bikini panties. She glanced down, catching his gaze and smiled, knowing that her choice of lingerie for the day had been good.She broke from the dark interior into the bright sun of the old widows walk. Her shape outlined in sunlight inside the thin dress. She turned Küçükyalı escort bayan slowly towards him as he stepped onto the landing. Her left hand resting gently on her thigh. He froze, caught by the image before him, unable to go further. A soft smile played over her lips as her hand gently moved across her thigh, pressing gently against her growing heat. Their eyes locked… riveted together as she slowly drew the hem line higher, her fingers pressing through the soft material, so sensitive that she could feel the texture of her lace panties. Her nostrils flared softly and her chest heaved with each breath, nipples hardening. “Watch me,” she whispered with such intensity that it became a command rather than a request. And her soft fingers pressed into her growing heat feeling the moisture build between her thighs. Her right hand flashed to her breasts, caressing as it slid towards the line of buttons.Slowly, sensually, she began the odyssey, her eyes watching his widen with each button. The creamy skin of her breasts slowly kissed the sun as the sun dress parted, hiding her nipples quietly. Her fingers passed down, over her stomach, leaving fresh creamy skin at each stop. Her gaze never left his as her left hand pressed deeply into her soft mound… guarded only by the remaining dress and the tiny lace panties.The final button surrendered to her fingers as a quick gust of wind caught the dress as if to aid her. The thin straps slipped from her shoulders and the wind carried the dress down, towards the grassy meadow and the sun reflected from her skin like light through fine china.Gently her fingers slipped inside the sheer lace of her panties… searching… finding… Her teeth bit gently into her lower lip as the first sensation passed through her, like the surf beating against the dock below. “Watch me.” she whispered, no longer commanding. His eyes traveled the length of her, from her tiny sandals up over her legs, taking in every Escort Kartal detail of her body until he ended with her sparkling Irish eyes.Her finger gently entered the soft fold of skin that guarded her causing a gasp of pleasure as she touched her hardening pearl. “Oh.” she whispered almost unheard. And her finger traveled deeper. Her legs trembled and she grasped the railing for support. His eyes traveled back down following the gentle curve of her arm as her hand disappeared into her panties. Her back arched slightly against the railing and her eyes softly fluttered closed. Deeper, her hand slipped, searching, seeking and finding her wetness. A gasp escaped her lips, “Fuck me!!!” she implored.His hands moved quietly to his chest, fingers brushing the buttons of the silk shirt slowly, one button at a time, his fingers moved down the line. With each button, her eyes widened, snapping blue , piercing his soul. He felt her eyes enter his giving him a direct path to her mind. Her passions flashed through her eyes, connecting with his. Six buttons… gone. The shirt slid from his shoulders as he kicked the soft leather docksiders from his feet.Her fingers hooked gently in the elastic of her tiny panties, pushing them softly down over her hips. Gently they slid the length of her legs, pooling at her ankles. Her soft mound of auburn hair sparkled in the crisp morning sun as her fingers moved quickly back. His pants slid to the floor exposing his hardness, as her finger gently parted velvet lips, brushing against the hardened pearl of her clitoris. Her teeth bit into her lower lip as her eyes squeezed tightly shut, hips thrusting forward as if seeking her hand. Her left leg drew up slightly exposing her to his gaze. His eyes traveled down to her feet and then up again, kissing her skin with his deep blue eyes. He throbbed, his hardness jumping as if startled at the sight of her.Her eyes never left his as she stepped delicately out of her sandals and Suadiye escort stood before him exposing her graceful curves to the warming sun. Her nipples stood hard on her breasts. Her lips parted as her tongue ran slowly over them. Slowly, her knees bent as she sagged slowly to the floor of the widows walk, her eyes never leaving his.Weathered with the feet of 200 years. On her back, the boards felt damp and cool from the morning fog. He moved slowly towards her, anticipation causing every muscle to twitch, his breath to come in gasps. “Fuck me,” she whispered almost plaintively, her voice soaring through the air like a butterfly. “Now!”His knees bent as he knelt softly between her waiting thighs, her legs parting in welcome. He throbbed at the sight of her as her teeth dug into her lower lip. She reached for him, her fingers closing around him as he moved closer to her, guiding him towards her.She pressed him against her, slowly stroking the tip across her velvet lips and down, caressing the soft skin below her opening. A moan of passion escaped both their lips as she reached down with the other hand to open herself for him. His eyes caressed her body softly, moving from hers downwards culminating in the point of their passion. His hands grasped her hips and slowly drew her up onto his legs, pulling her down onto him. She shuddered and gasped as her pulled her tight to him, driving himself deep into her. She quivered and rippled around him as she felt the wave beginning to build deep inside her. A moan began to develop, clawing its way to the surface as she felt him throb and swell inside her. Her finger slowly caressed her hardened pearl.Their eyes locked and slowly began their dance, gently fucking each other in the warm sun. Their concentration was centered deeply, totally at the point of their passion. The world around them no longer existed. Each lived to coax the passions from the other, drawing them out, building them to supreme intensity. Every nerve in their bodies connected and charged as if awaiting the approaching onslaught.He felt her tiny ripples, grasping him, stroking him, bringing his closer to his peak as she approached hers. Her left hand grasped his right, drawing it to her breast. He felt the upward thrust of her nipple into his palm as her body twisted.

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