A Late and Stormy Picnic
written by:
Pipecock

A true story that starts out slow, but picks up well. Dedicated to my friend, lover, partner in fantasies and the person who got me back into writing about this stuff after a "break" since 2006... E.S.P/Poppy Thanks. :) ________________________________________________________________________ __

I honestly wasn't ready when I heard the knock on the door. I was still in my pajamas and had already started on some housework when she arrived. I didn't know when she would be arriving, or if she would still be coming at all. We had made plans to go to the park by the river earlier in the week. We were to spend the day at the park, walking, talking, having a picnic, maybe getting our feet wet and such. However, at this time it was heading rapidly towards evening. When I opened the door, I also realized that the clouds had set in too, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Except from the radiance of her smile i.e. She has the most perfect lips. They seemed to be drawn-on and her teeth sat perfectly on top of each other. She wore no make-up except mascara, and it just made her big gorgeous eyes pop with just that extra sparkle that can only be described as stunning. She wore her hair up just the way I like it, as the more of her face I can see then the better. I wish she'd wear it up all the time, so I could get to pull it down and out after I am done getting enough of the majesty that is her face. She knew why she wore her hair up too, as a distraction. After all, she was hours late. Late, because she couldn't get away from... him. That guy, the source of all her grief, and I was her escape. Today was our escape away from all of that, her problems and mine, but now the day had dwindled away, and she was late. Again...

I soon forgot about the tardiness when I invited her in. She sat on the couch and lamented about her day and how hard it was to get away. I told her not to worry, there was still some time and the day could still be salvaged. I hurried to get ready while keeping the conversation and moving from room to room gathering my things. Picnic basket, blanket, pillows and two sets of sandals in tow, now we were all set to go. We got in the car and headed off to the park. I opened the shade to the sun roof to let as much light in as I could and she immediately put on those big Jackie-O glasses that hid her soul-searching eyes away from me. She fixed her peach summer dress and straightened the seams that came to just above her knee. The dress had a big belt that buckled just below her full d-sized breasts. The belt almost made them look larger, not that they needed to be, and the cleavage was a sure road hazard. She knew she was a head-turner but she often hid it, however there was no hiding in this dress. Her legs crossed perfectly at her ankles and her calves and shapely legs were taut from her heels. There was very little I could do to keep my eyes off her curves on this quiet, tree-lined winding road. Our talk kept its regular beat. We went on about our last rendezvous and what had transpired between then and now while holding hands as they rested on the mid console. This was the best part of my week and I was slowly forgetting about the woes of my life, and so was she. Plans like these had worked their way into our lives as more than just excitement and fun, but therapy. Earlier I was worried that I would be missing my session with my "counselor," but with every mile and every smile I was ascending faster from that funk.

Pulling into the park, we found a parking spot close to the bridge that started the trails, close to many other cars. There were a few people, some families, some joggers and cyclists leaving the park as the clouds seem to be gathering and persisting. This worked well because it provided us with a really close parking spot, a rare commodity at this park. After unloading the things from the car and she took the basket while I took the remainder of the supplies. We decided to go on a trail that was to the north and we were on the west side of the river. It was greener up there and usually less traffic. We walked for a few minutes at a brisk pace and finally found a good spot for laying out. It was a small clearing right by the river with a sloping bank. There was a break in the tree line at this section of the river and it seems like the ducks and deer used this as an access point to the river. As we came closer to the water's edge we saw a mother duck and three ducklings emerge from the water. They looked at us and then went about grooming their feathers. The animals on this trail are quite used to people as it's a heavily used park. Our phones were nearby and the ducks posed snapped away and compared pictures. We then laid out blanket and pillows out and laid fully stretched out right next to our picnic basket. Often grinning widely like two Cheshire cats, we laid there for a while talking and smiling at each other. There wasn't much to say and even the moments of silence were electrically charged. There is something to be said about being with someone who understands your silence. She understood. This was always great.

She chose Nutella over regular old jam and we started spreading some on a bagel. We took a few bites and talked some more about how we felt about each other. When we started seeing each other it was just sex. Purely carnal, fleshy, raw hot sex. That didn't last very long. Actually that seemed to be a fleeting idea more than reality. By the second time we were together, alone, we knew that this was something more. That was at least two months ago, maybe three, and our friendship had blossomed, and there was a lot of love and care between us. The feelings we had for each other made what would seem like a mundane picnic for some, an epic and memorable experience for us. As we were caught up in our expressions two things started to happen. First, the ducks had drawn closer to our basket. They were rather bold. We decided to share pieces of our lunch with them and it was an added treat to salvaging the rest of our day. Secondly, there were a few drops of rain, and it seemed like we would not be beating this weather at all. As she rolled over to cover the basket, I got a glimpse of her inner thighs. Just that view of her silly smooth skin started to cause a stir within me. This trip wasn't about that though and so I tried to push that thought away as fast as I could. She looked back and caught me staring. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs and thighs and she just giggled. Seeing her thighs was an accident but her pulling up her dress to show me her thong, that was barely covering her lips below, was not. She did this so slowly and sensually while looking around to see if anyone was watching. There was an elderly couple on the trail but they were a good distance away and of no consequence. I reached out to touch her legs, she obliged me briefly then she moved my hand away. She gave me a look of appreciation but also one that said, "not here, not now."

The elderly couple had gotten closer and so had others on the trail and people were walking faster, to almost a slow run. It was clear that the rains were not going to pass and there was something big coming. The sound of thunder in the distance confirmed our suspicion, followed closely by a crack of lightning. There was no need to discuss the next move as the drops were getting bigger and more frequent. We packed up quickly and joined the rest of park-goers who were all making their way back to the parking lot and piling hurriedly into their cars. It was such a disappointment. Mother Nature cares nothing for our plans was the general consensus, as she put a pillow over her head as a make-shift umbrella. Now we were speed-walking back to the lot. The drops were coming down faster now, they were huge and they stung on impact. This was no longer a drizzle. This was rain, and soon to be a thunderstorm. By the time we made it to the parking lot and the car, there were only about fifteen or so cars left and that number was rapidly decreasing. We jumped into our car and threw our things on the back seat. I immediately turned on the car and adjusted the temperature control. With this fall heat and rain it would get too muggy in the car in no time for sure.

I looked at her. Her hair was wet despite using the pillow to cover her hair. The front of her dress also was completely wet, and her black shelf bra with hearts was clearly visible. She undid the bun in her hair and let it out. I couldn't look away. Her nipples were a clear print through the peach-colored dress that was no better than a see-thru or mesh material now. Her nipples were hard, too. But they were always hard or erect due to being priced and having small plastic bars through both of them. As she straightened her hair she looked at me. My sights were fixed on her heaving chest and pointed nipples. She was still breathing hard from our mad dash back to the car. Her wet dress was still sticking to her thighs and her g-string was now clearly visible. The thinness of this dress was a luck I couldn't have dreamed up myself. She caught me staring. She reached over and put her hand on top of mine while untangling her hair with her other hand. It was pouring now, and heavy. The drops on the moon roof and the rest of the car was loud but uniformed. Looking out through the windows was just a haze of white, and the moon roof seemed to have turned into some sort of telescope into the heart of a storm. It was just us now in the parking lot and rain. Lots of rain.

She leaned over and kissed me. Our kisses were light as first. Her lips gently brushing over mine. Then they got deeper. She opened her mouth and our tongues found each other. First playful, darting and quick interjected by our lips coming together and locking fully. Then deeper, as she used her tongue to trace my lips before fully locking her mouth onto mine and exploring me orally while our tongues fought to taste more of each other. I pulled her closer across the mid console. Her hand left mine and went to my thighs. We never broke our kiss. I reached up and found her breasts through the wet dress and bra. As we kissed I rolled my thumb around her clothed nipple and pulled on her piercing. She moaned deeper into my mouth and breathed heavily. She moved her hand further up my thigh where she was met with throbs and twitches that were equally harnessed and confined as her breasts. The torture was sweet and our lust had been ignited. We grabbed and pulled, squeezed and caressed each other through our clothes. She balanced herself holding on to my crotch while holding the back of my head, pulling me closer. By this time she had already established how much of her tongue she could get inside my mouth and I sucked and licked as she darted it in and out, teasingly, relentlessly. We finally broke our kiss and looked at each other. Our eyes locked, foreheads touching, breathing heaving, completely turned on with the rain beating on this fiberglass cage in which we both were. With her hand still holding on to my fully erect cock through my jeans, and me still holding on to her breasts through the wet dress, our eyes shifted slowly in the same direction. The back seat...

I moved my seat forward as much as it could go, and she did the same. I got up awkwardly And stepped across the mid console with my head pushed up against the roof and my hand on the backseat until I could get both my legs across. I sat I the back and now it was her turn. She got up and stepped across much more easily as I helped her holding her hands and waist. She was so graceful in putting on knee next to me the swinging her other leg completely across my lap and in one fluid movement she completely straddled me. Now with both hands free she cupped my face in between her gentle palms and guided my lips to hers. She went back to tracing my lips with her tongue before plunging deep into my mouth and circling my tongue with her. With both of my hands now free I reached up and held both of her breasts. They were more than a handful, and heavy, even in a bra. I put the weight of them in my hands while circling her nipples and rolling the piercing between my thumb and index fingers, on both sides. A little pinch would make her moan. But, she never breaks our kisses. Ever. She let go of my face only to pull the top of her dress down and pull her hands through the sleeves. She reached back and unclasped the strap of her bra with one hand and pulled it off with both. Finally, her breasts were free and I looked at them as if they were two bulls'-eyes.

She was dripping. She held my hand there and puppeted my thumb to rub around her clit just the way she likes it. After a few circles she would press on one of my digits and it would dip inside her. I edged in inch by inch, deeper. She moaned and pulled me closer and I clamped down on her right nipple and sucked the whole thing in my mouth, piercing and all. She pressed my index finger inside her as well and I plunged the two fingers deeper to the knuckles while rubbing her clit up and down with my thumb. I circled my fingers inside her as she squeezed them tight with her walls. I kept moving all three fingers steadily until I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers so hard it almost crossed the inside of her. A wave washed over my hand, never releasing her nipples, still pressing on her clit, still doing the "come here" with my fingers until her screaming stopped, her shaking subsided and she released her vice grip on my fingers. She leaned back until her head hit the headrest behind her, and she slowly opened her eyes. I looked up and saw her looking down at me. I gave her nipple one last lick and then pulled my fingers from her. Still slick with all her juices, I held her gaze and with eyes locked, I put both fingers in my mouth and sucked them all the way out to the tip. I licked them clean. She shuddered as she watched me. She pulled me up to her lips so she could taste a bit of herself on me she always liked that. Then she took my fingers and licked them off as if I had left for her on them. We both looked outside, it was still raining.

She slowly dismounted me and knelt next to me on the car seat. My belt was easily unbuckled and she wasted no time in finding my cock. Teasing wasn't her strong suit, she was always one to go directly for what she wanted, wherever she wanted. This time was no different. I was being tugged out of my boxers and had them slid down my legs into a bunch at my ankles. She gave a few quick strokes and bent over for a lick and a kiss. There was a bead of pre-cum, but she left no evidence after taking the whole head in her mouth. As if possible, I felt myself getting harder, and pulsing in her mouth. Each time she went down with her mouth and stroke up with her hand, I felt a stronger and harder swelling. She knew exactly what I liked, and even in this awkward position she was able to pull it off perfectly. She held the head in her mouth, and then slowly traced the veins down my shaft. She found every one of them and traced them like it was a pattern or secret code. Over and over, adding more fingers each time she started at the top and moving her way to the base. She held just the head in her mouth, swollen and pulsing almost angrily, but she soothed the head with her swirling tongue. It was too much. I put my hand on the back of her head and gave a gentle push, but she didn't move. No acknowledgement whatsoever, and she proceeded with her plans. I decided I must do something to take my mind off her ministrations, for before long she would have a bursting mouthful. I look to my right and saw her perfect heart shaped ass sticking out towards the back window. I ran my hands slowly up her thighs and cupped her cheek, spreading it apart as I pressed my fingers into her skin. She moaned an only sucked harder, and slowly starting to inch further down my cock. With my fingers I traced the seat of her panties, now warm and slick with juices and pressed into her slit. My plan might have backfired, because now she was sucking and stroking, coming all the way to the top and popping the head out of her mouth each time sounding like a champagne bottle being used for celebration. I closed my eyes, and kept them closed, working her box with one hands and running my fingers through her hair with the other. I opened my eyes after a while and saw her rolling her hips into my hand. If someone was standing outside of the car right now, they'd be treated to something that could only be found at a porn theatre. But, we were in open public, and thank the gods for the rains. I started to pay attention to the raindrops beating like a snare drum all over the roof to calm myself down. That failed as well. As I listened, it seemed as if she was working to the rhythm of the rain. Up and down she went, faster and faster following her hands with her mouth, and swirling her tongue around the head on the upstroke before completely devouring me again.

Minutes seemed like and eternity while trying to hold off an orgasm. She knew I was close, but kept it at bay using her other hand to pinch the base of my poised firing piston. The licking and swirly was more intense but she no longer was going as deep as before, trying to get me to calm down. My body was her play-thing and it had been studied in the weeks before. This was a lab-final for her, and she was ready. Her hand was placed firmly at the base to stop her from going all the way down and taking me into her throat. The feeling of her throat opening and clamping down on around the crown of my shaft would surely have sent off fireworks on the scale of an Olympic opening ceremony, but that's not where she wanted it. A fantasy of hers has been discussed at length previously and we had done it only once before. It drove us both crazy and now she was hooked, she wanted it again. With a quick maneuver of her body, she assumed her original position and straddled me. This time the only thing between us were her panties. She hiked up her dress with one hand and kept gently stroking me with her other. Her panties were moved to the side and for the first time this day I got clear unbarred view of where she wanted me, glistening with wetness and throbbing with an itch, for which I had the perfect scratcher. The head of my cock was now rested directly on her clit, and she rolled her hips while pressing my cock just between her warm pussy lips. Watching her lips around the side of my dick with the head pulsing on her clit made it look like a ten dollar ball park hot-dog, with no ketchup. She raised her hips up and had her lips spread around my shaft all the way to the base while trailing her wetness to the tip, and back down again. Finally, on the next upstroke, she pressed the head into her pussy and I watched as my head disappeared between those heavenly folds. If her mouth was a vice, her pussy was a clamp, and she kept squeezing with every inch she took. I was being worked in slowly, there was no rush. There was nobody coming out here to disturb us, not that we mind spectators, but definitely nobody to report us. I leaned my head back against the seat and she learned her head back against the drive seat. In this position she had the perfect angle to rub her clit that was now peeking out of her hood and was in plain sight. She rubbed it lightly while rolling her hips and inching down my cock. When she got in as much as I was satisfied with, she rolled her hips forward and took me even further. She then leaned forward and put her arms around me and started riding me like a rodeo show. I tried desperately to hold on, grabbing her ass, then tits, then hips, then waist then back to her hips. She kept bucking, channeling a young steed. She kept grinding into me. She kept working us both in a frenzy. I felt her wetness coating my rod and dripping down to my balls, she was raising up to the top and dropping back down so hard that my dick had knock-knock jokes for her cervix.

She was almost splitting herself in half riding me, and I was getting closer again after being this close at least twice before. A few more drops and thrust and she would have a full womb. One, then two, but this time she stayed down.... she hugged me tightly and let out a series of muffled screams as she bit into my neck. She was on number two. I don't know if that was planned, but I held her there until she rode it out. It was good, good for me too. Juices washed over my balls and smeared my thighs finding a course to the seat below us. Neither of us moved for a while. She looked at me and kissed me, pulling my lips and holding my face. Always looking into my eyes. She rolled over onto her back, but it was not that easy for me as I tried to stay inside her. The jeans and boxers had me feeling like I was jailed in the 16th century. I wrestled to kick them off and knelt on the seat and once again our lips met. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deep into her. I started working my hips giving her deep and long strokes. Pulling out until just the tip was the name of the game, then right back in until my balls slapped her butt. She held on to my arms and shoulders and looked down to see me being swallowed up by her folds. The pleasure was unimaginable. My moans started to match hers and she knew I was close. I was pulled closer and she whispered for me to cum for her and tell her when. That was the last straw, the drop that tipped the bucket over. She reached down quickly and grabbed my cock firmly before I could dip inside her one more time. She pulled me out completely and rested the head of my engorged cock squarely on her clit as she spread her lips with her other hand. The first shot was powerful, covering her entire clit and she moaned as soon as she very it. I let out a deep sigh, that turned into a grunt, then a moan. I had to put something in my mouth to quell all this racket, so I leaned forward and sucked hard on her nipple. I moaned into her chest while she screamed in both pain and delight. It was warm and slippery between us both, she kept stroking and forcing more cream out of me onto her bun. After about three more shots, I only had drops left, but she never stopped stroking. She used my cock as a sort of spatula to spread my cum all over her pussy and peeking clit, then would occasionally dip me back inside her. She giggled as I shook when the intensity sent waves running through me.

I collapsed back into the seat to one of the best scenes I have ever witnessed. With legs spread, dress bunched up at her waist, her nipples hard and pointed, face flushed, breathing heavy and sweating, she reached down with both hands and started masturbating using my cum as lubricant. She didn't need it, as she was more than soaked down there from her own well-spring, but damn this was hot, I thought. She made circles around her clit occasionally lifted her fingers to watch the strings and beads of cum run down her fingers and into her clit, and into her pussy. After a few rounds of this she would lift her fingers to her face and lick them. First one, then two.... she had a rhythm going. She did this over and over until there was none of my cum left to be seen, just a slick glisten coating a pulsating clit and plump lips... smiling the whole time. I sat there with my mouth open, and in awe. I was in love with a porn star, and she was amazing.

The rain had died down to a drizzle at this point and I was starting my decent back to the real world. I reached down to pull my pants up, as they were now scrunched up around the ankle of one of my legs. That's when I felt her pulling my hand. I looked up and she was sitting up close to me. She looked me in the eye and asked me, well no... she ordered me to fuck her from behind. The love making was over, and she was ready to be fucked, the way she loved it. It was no use fighting her as I was still at attention and ready at arms after watching her lube-up with my cum and then lick her fingers clean. She turned over and stuck her ass out at me, only this time she pulled her panties down to her knees. She didn't want anything in the way. She brought her hips down all the way until they almost rested on her ankles. I was in a trance. She looked back at me as if to say, "you're still sitting there?" I got up, knelt behind her and held my dick, still slick with her wetness and some of my cum. I positioned it right at her welcoming divide and pushed slowly into her. She was having none of that. Half way into the first stroke she matched me and pushed hard back with her hips while reaching back to grab mine. She wanted it hard. I started thrusting into her. Faster at first, and she matched my every move. She would move forward when I pulled back; she would push back when I moved forward.

I grabbed her bunched up dress like they were reins, and ploughed deeper into her with each thrust. She scream and moaned, so much, so loud I started looking around. However, to our great fortune all the glasses were completely fogged up. I threw all caution to the wind. I started going faster. Her hair was thrashing around and I gathered all the strands I could with one hand and pulled her hair and head back. She started to cum almost immediately, shuddering and shaking. I rammed her harder while watching her full breasts swing back and forth under her, hitting the arm rest on the car door with every push. She tried to hold on, reaching out for whatever her hands would hit, the glass, the other seat, the seat belt on the side... as her warm nectar washed over my cock for the third time since the rains came. I was close as well. I felt the tell-tale tingle and started making deeper strokes. She did what she always does whenever we are in this position and I am near; reached between her legs and grabbed my balls and held them. She rolled them around in her hands making my driving into her shorter, but deeper. I came, hard. So hard, I grunted and fell over on top of her. She held onto my scrotum, still rolling, still caressing. My orgasm washed over me, and my spasms on top of her kept pushing me deeper inside her as I unloaded. We laid in that position for a while, both fading in and out of bliss and short naps. I finally got up a few minutes later and slowly pulled out of her. My semen ran out of her tight snatch and she tried to hold it in, but that completely failed. I knew then that I would have to sort out these seats. I sat up and pulled up my pants. She fixed her dress, and turned around and laid on my lap looking up at me. We were both sweating, so she reached forward and turned up the air-conditioning. After laying in my lap for a while, she looked up and pointed out that we can now cross the car sex, cumming on her clit, public, panty sex, and rain fantasies off the list that we were forming. Then she asked which one was next.