Midnight Picnic
By C. K. Haven
Copyright 2012 C. K. Haven
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“Where are we going?” you ask me again.
“You’ll see,” I tell you for at least the third time.
You put on one of your fake pouty faces and slump back in your seat.
It’s late—past midnight. We’ve only been driving for about fifteen minutes, but you won’t stop asking me where we’re going; and I still refuse to tell you our destination. I want you to be surprised.
“Oh baby,” I say, glancing over at you, “don’t be like that.” I place a hand on your leg and rub your thigh.
You swat my hand away, saying, “No touching. I’m mad.” And to make your point you put on your best angry face.
I’m not fooled; I can tell you’re excited. I just smile and say, “Almost there.”
A couple more minutes of you pouting and pretending to be angry and we’re here. I pull off the road and park on the side of the road. We’re in a residential neighborhood; you don’t seem to recognize it in the dark. You’re looking at the houses next to where we’re parked, wondering which one we’re headed to.
I smile and say, “I was thinking we’d take a little walk over there.” I nod to the park that’s across from the row of houses on the other side of the street.
Now you look really confused.
“Come on,” I say, opening my car door.
You open your door and get out while I duck back into the car and grab a few things from the backseat.
“Shall we?” I ask, taking your hand in mine as you walk around the side of the car.
You raise an eyebrow at the bundle under my arm. “And what’s all this?” you ask.
“What, this? Oh, just some things to help us enjoy the night: a blanket to sit on; a little bit of food; some wine.”
You’re still looking at me with your eyebrow raised.
“I figured we’d have us a little midnight picnic, you and I.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah; I thought it would be fun. Well, what do you think?”
You just shrug. But you’re smiling now.
I smile back at you. This should be a fun night for both of us.
Leading you by the hand, we walk through the park a ways. It’s dark, but thoughtful me, I remembered to bring a flashlight. Of course, I don’t use it until we’re far enough from the road to be obscured by a line of trees; I’d hate for the cops to bust up our little night date.
We stop in this little clearing near the center of the park. It’s a flat area with a couple picnic tables, surrounded by trees and within eyesight of the playground.
I find a nice spot next to one of the tables and start spreading the blanket out on the ground.
The moon, peeking out between the trees, is so bright we don’t even need the flashlight; we can see each other clearly without it.
I remove most of our picnic ingredients from the basket and array them on the blanket. Some crackers, cheese, and wine with a couple glasses. This all looks pretty damn romantic if I do say so myself.
I sit down and pat the blanket next to me. You join me, still smiling faintly.
And so we sit together, talking, eating a little, drinking, and enjoying the cool night. It’s very nice out, tonight—with the heavy glow of the moon and the air just warm enough without jackets.
For a time, even after we’ve finished eating, we just sit together—me with my arm wrapped around you and you with your head resting on my shoulder.
You turn your head and look up at me. “Kiss me,” you say.
I lean forward and our lips meet. We kiss passionately and deeply. I place one of my hands around the back of your neck.
We kiss for a long time; we kiss with an intensity I haven’t felt since we were just starting out together.
My lips find their way down and I start to kiss your neck. Occasionally I lick and suck gently at your earlobe. Our lips meet again and then you lean forward and say softly into my ear, “I want you.”
“Right out here?”
“Right here baby,” you whisper into my ear—then you start licking it gently. I exhale loudly with pleasure as the tip of your tongues licks my ear.
I go back to kissing your neck—more intensely than before, sucking at your skin. One hand is on the side of your face, the other I have working my fingers through your hair.
You moan softly and start rubbing my thigh with one of your hands.
As we make out, my hands start to wander more. I rub your sides, your back, your thighs, your breasts. Your fingers find my stiffening cock through my jeans. I groan with pleasure as you rub my dick through my pants and your tongue finds my ear again.
I kiss your shoulders, your neckline, and across your collar bones. I slide the straps of your shirt down over your shoulders to get them out of the way. I kiss and lick at your chest and the tops of your tits. My hands rub at your legs and the small of your back.
Pulling the top of your shirt down to expose your tits, I’m very happy to find you’re not wearing a bra. Both your tits come out of your shirt and my hand goes to them while I continue kissing your neck simultaneously. With my fingertips I trace all around them, fondling your breasts tenderly. I rub and pull at your nipples and you moan with pleasure.
My lips move back down your neck, over your upper chest, and I kiss in circles all around your beautiful tits. Licking, kissing, and sucking on your nipples too. One of your hands grips at the back of my head. Not that I would ever need any more incentive to keep sucking on your tits.
I push your tits together with my hands and suck on both your nipples at the same time. My hands play with your breasts even as I kiss and lick them all over.
I look up at you and say, “Baby, I want to fuck your tits.”
You giggle and say, “Maybe…I might let you…”
We kiss deeply, our tongues exploring each others’ mouths.
I can feel your fingers unhooking my belt, unzipping my pants. I rise up slightly and help you pull them and my boxers down. Your hand reaches inside and feels around until you find my now fully erect cock and pull it loose from the elastic band of my boxers. You grip it softly, rubbing at it slowly—smoothly.
I groan loudly and proceed to kiss every part of you I can reach. I kiss your neck, suck on your tits, kiss your shoulders, and lick your earlobes.
All the while your fingers are wrapped around my cock—your hand jerking up and down.
“Let me suck it first,” you say.
I rise up onto my knees. I wrap the fingers of one hand in your hair and rest the other on your shoulder.
You have to lean forward only slightly for your tongue to reach my cock. I groan as the tip of your tongue works around the head of my dick in slow circles. You start licking it up and down the shaft too; once or twice even finding my balls.
“Oh yeah,” I say. “Suck it baby.”
Your open mouth starts moving closer and closer to my cock.
“Look at me,” I say.
Just as the tip of my cock slips into your mouth you open your beautiful dark eyes and gaze up into mine.
At first you only suck at the end of my dick; taking in the first inch and a half or so. You suck hard and slow—your cheeks sucked in from the effort.
I whisper, “Faster.”
Your head bobs up and down—now taking in at least three inches of it each time. You start raising a hand towards my cock to stroke it while you suck.
I say, “No, no, baby. No hands. For now, just your mouth. Just your fucking mouth.”
You drop your hand down to your tits instead.
Looking down, watching your rub your breasts—you lips still wrapped tightly around my stiff cock—I say, “Baby, I’ve got to fuck your tits. Now. Lie down.”
Taking your mouth off my cock, you smile up at me, your hand now moving up to my rod and jerking it smoothly.
I say, “Take that fucking shirt off.”
You lift your shirt up over your head. Your body stretches out enticingly as you pull it off.
I stand up and work my pants down and take my boxes off—pulling off my own shirt too. Smiling down at your naked chest I say, “Why don’t you take those pants off too? Save me the trouble of doing it later.”
You make a face like you’re considering it and then shake your head. Grinning, you say, “Nah, I think I’ll leave them on.”
“Fine,” I say. “Be that way.” There’s no doubt in my mind that they will be coming off soon.
I place one foot on either side of you and kneel down, straddling your chest. Supporting myself with my arms, I lean down and kiss you deeply. While licking my ear, you whisper, “Fuck my tits baby.”
My tongue finds its way into your mouth once more for good measure and then I suck quickly at your tits before licking several times between them—getting them all nice and wet.
I straighten up and you push your breasts together with both hands. I slide my hard cock in between them. You help hold my dick in place by resting your thumbs over it. I begin to push forward with my hips, rubbing my cock against your tightly clutched tits.
“Yeah baby,” I say.
“You like that, huh?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Then how about this?” you say. You tilt your head forward so your chin rests on your chest. You open your mouth and extend your tongue. Each time I thrust forward you lap at the head of my dick. I start pushing farther forward so the whole tip of my cock slides up your tongue and into your mouth.
“Oh my God baby,” I say. Now I can fuck your tits even harder and faster with the added lube of the spit from your tongue.