Let me take you down…
“Follow me,” she whispers into my ear, before playfully skipping away towards the group of trees further down the field. She doesn’t look back. She knows I can’t resist and, besides, the rest of the group are deep in a conversation that doesn’t interest me as much as those legs do. And so I obey, and chase her over the long grass until she stops at one of the bigger trees.
It seems she’s been planning this all along. A chequered blanket is laid on the ground beneath the tree, accompanied by a small wicker picnic basket. She lies back in her long flowing skirt and thin white blouse; the summer sun twinkling through the leaves and onto her smooth pale skin. I am still out of breath from running the length of the field and she beckons me to lie with her and recover. I lie beside her, watching her chest rise and fall as she catches her breath.
“I thought we’d have our own picnic,” she explains, with a wicked glimmer in her deep mahogany eyes. As she leans over to open the basket, I catch a glimpse of her naked breasts inside her shirt, but before I can see too much, she straightens. This time she moves in closer, whispering as before, “Do you like strawberries?”
Without giving me chance to reply, her lips lock with mine and sweet strawberry juice runs between our mouths. Passing it between us, our tongues touch ever so slightly. The moan that escapes from me sends the pink syrup trickling down my chin and she follows it down my neck with her tongue, sending a shiver up my spine. Her tongue swirls round, trying to catch the stream as she moves lower to my breasts.
My eyes dart to the rest of the group back up the field. They are totally unaware of what is happening. Unaware that she’s found her way to the lace on my white bra, stained with strawberry pink. Unaware that she’s now swirling her tongue in circles through the moist material. The circles become smaller and are concentrated on my nipple. The lace is so wet now and her tongue darting so fast that I can feel my nipples harden. She sucks on what has been given to her and bites ever so gently. I let out a gasp as she begins to repeat the feast on my other breast. The slow spiral becomes more and more frantic nearer to its centre. I await her teeth nibbling at what is before her, but the sensation never comes. Instead, her head lifts and our eyes meet. I don’t want this to stop here.
I spy a glimmer of strawberry juice still lying on her lower lip. My hands calmly rest behind her neck under her long silky brown curls. I bring her slowly closer and envelope her strawberry-coated lip in my mouth. As I suck at the cool flesh, she lets out a moan and her body arches, pushing our bodies together. As both our lips and bodies part, I lift my hands from her neck and start to explore the contours of her slim perfect body. Running my fingers down her curved sides, I reach her strong hips and push them once again into mine, squeezing her tight buttocks through her skirt.
She grabs my hands and with one hand holds them over my head, restraining me from touching any longer. The index finger of her other hand draws a line down my front from my breasts to my navel. She strokes her way further and further down, bypassing what is hidden under my short skirt where I need to be touched most, and moving straight to my thighs. She digs her painted nails into them, forcing me to bite my lip. She is still holding me; still has control over me. Her fingers slowly rise, caressing my thin French knickers. She knows how wet I am for her; how ready. She takes great care not to touch my clitoris even though I am aching for her to do so, arching my back to try and meet her. But she keeps me on a plateau, encircling it with one tender finger. I am almost fit to burst now and she knows it. And then, she swiftly runs a line through the circles she has made, over my yearning clitoris. A surge of electricity fills my whole body and I let out the breath I’ve been holding in with a whimper. She makes figures of eight as I squeeze the hand that is still restraining me. She’s getting more frantic now, her actions becoming firmer. In one move, she slides my underwear aside and plunges two of her delicate fingers inside me. They pump in and out of me and I move against her, heightening the sensation. My toes curl as I feel an orgasm drawing closer. My eyes shut tight, ready for the release. And suddenly she stops
She removes her wet fingers as my frustration shows. So close. But she has not finished with me yet. She places them now on my clitoris and begins to massage it. Slowly at first and building in pace until I start to tremble. As my orgasm grows, I beg her not to stop. I’m even closer now, quivering in anticipation. She replaces her fingers with a thumb and immerses three fingers inside of me. My whole body clenches as it hits. The most intense orgasm I have ever felt surges through me and I lose all my senses. My eyes roll back, I let out a cry, and she holds me as I tremble.
She smiles as I open my eyes and regain myself. She offers me another strawberry. I take it. Now it’s her turn.
