The Picnic Bench

As dusk fell and the rosy glow of a beautiful sunset filled the sky, they picked their spot. A huge old oak tree with a wooden picnic bench underneath its heavy boughs. She sat on the table with her feet on the bench seat, her knees slightly apart. He stood directly in front of her, running his hands up the long length of her smooth tanned legs, inching higher with each stroke. They kissed lightly at first, but as her skirt went higher and his fingers explored further, their kisses got deeper and more fervent. She opened her legs wider as he continued to stroke and tease the insides of her thighs, his knuckles brushing lightly across the outer lips of her damp pussy, etimesgut escort causing shivers to run through her. Stroking his cock through his shorts, she could feel his hardness and wanted to feel his hot flesh in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. Tugging down the waistband she had in her grasp, and she relished the long thick length of him as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, rolling her thumb over the tip on every up stroke. Groaning into her mouth as she continued to pleasure him, he pushed between her legs, spreading them wider. His fingers were now at her wet pussy, between the slippery satin soft lips and eryaman escort dipping into the depths of her. Her juices were running freely now as his other hand found her breasts and caressed them through the material of her thin summer dress. Deftly he undid the buttons of the tight bodice, releasing her perfect breasts. Breaking the kiss, he brought down his hungry mouth and greedily sucked on them while fucking her with his fingers. In turn, he sucked on her nipples hard, licking and nipping them whilst she writhed in pleasure, rocking her hips against his hand whilst increasing the speed with which she wanked his now rock hard sincan escort cock. Gently he pushed her back and removed her hand from his throbbing cock. She was laying back on the picnic table, skirt bunched up around her waist, legs wide open, with his fingers buried deep inside her. He brought his mouth down from her breasts and trailed his tongue slowly down to her navel, circling it and then dipping his tongue into it. She watched him impatiently as her hands stroked his head, her hips raising to the onslaught his finger fucking was causing. She wanted his tongue on her clit. She wanted him to suck on it deeply and nip it gently. She craved the peak of her orgasm which was fast approaching. She could feel the roar of pent up lust crashing through her body like a crescendo of waves greedily washing over a diminishing beach. Knowing she was close, he closed his mouth onto her perfect clit and sucked on it, using his tongue to circle and flick it.