Friends from the past

It feels like the air around us is vibrating with energy, but we’re both doing a pretty good job pretending everything is just normal. We’ve decided to meet up and have a cup of coffee and to catch up a bit. It’s been so long since we last met and I think we both have this weird feeling of picking up just where we left off - and at the same time it’s like meeting someone for the first time. Someone who you feel exceptionally attracted to… and let’s be honest. We’ve always had somewhat of a special relationship, even though we never got around to anything more than a few brief encounters back in the day. It is odd, though, because even thinking back now I get that same feeling of… well, nervousness probably is the best description. The sense of electricity floating just under the skin when you’re around. Come to think of it, that energy surrounding us, that energy we’re pretending not to notice - it just might be normal. For us, anyway. 

It is easy, though, to talk to you and it’s not very long before we’re back talking in barely disguised innuendos. With this table between us I obviously can’t tell, but I just have a hunch that you’re getting excited - because I for sure am. I wiggle slightly in my seat and I can tell that my panties are starting to get wet. There’s something in the way you look at me that tells me that you know exactly what’s going on between my thighs, that slightly lopsided grin seems a bit too knowing - but then again, who do I think I’m fooling? For someone who hasn’t seen me in quite some time you sure know what makes me tick. 

You lean over the table and under it your hand lands on the inside of my leg, sliding upwards ”You want to get out of here? Maybe get some fresh air? You look a bit hot, you know…” 

Yeah right… you bastard - because THAT made me so much more cool and composed. I can’t believe it, but the heat in my cheeks tells me I’m blushing - like a bloody teenager! I’m supposed to be a grown-up woman these days, but right now I do feel like a teen again. 

Like a true gentleman you get up, pull the chair out for me and hold my jacket before you shrug your own jacket back on and we head out on the street. I don’t know my way around this area, but you seem to have a plan and gesture for me to follow you. I obediently walk slightly behind you and watch you. There’s something predatory with the way you move and you sure as hell weren’t joking when you claimed to be in rather good shape these days. Suddenly I feel very insecure, after all it’s been quite some time since we last met and the time passing has been pretty kind - but still… I tell myself to get my shit together, what’s up with these thoughts? Besides, what happened to not jumping to conclusions? Get some fresh air, you said. There’s nothing about getting some fresh air that ought to get my mind all messed up like this. I’m so caught up in my own thoughts I haven’t noticed that you’ve stopped and I walk straight into you. Luckily for me you’ve been much more attentive and when I wobble you catch hold of me. We’ve reached the entrance to a green area with gardens and small cottages and you open the gates to let me in. It’s very picturesque and well looked after, it’s obvious that the people who tend this area really like their trees and bushes, it’s like a small village in a fairytale. In a distance I can see city rabbits feasting on the fresh herbs. It surprises me to find such a un-citylike here and I look around - before I realise that you’ve continued walking. Well, you sure weren’t kidding about the fresh air, I have to admit that I kind of was expecting something… else, something more.

My overheated imagination obviously is running wild. I hurry on to catch up with you and we chat away as we stroll along the well-kept gardens and small houses. A little way off I can make out the glitter of sunlight on water and before long we’ve reached a small path that leads along the water. It’s breathtakingly beautiful down here, the spring flowers are painting the ground in white, blue and yellow. The new grass looks good enough to eat and I spot lots and lots of ground elder - and isn’t that ramson growing over there? It’s pretty much a complete dinner! There’s an old boat house a little off the path we’re walking on. It’s wooden planks are turning grey and the roof seems to be sagging a bit, it has definitely been a while since anyone took care of it I think to myself and I’m startled to find that this is where you’ve been heading. You reach into your trousers and produce an old-fashioned key - and lo and behold, the heavy padlock at the door opens and you push the door ajar. I have to admit that I am a little cautious when stepping over the threshold - from the outside this looks like a shed and one that might fall down over our heads at any minute… but once my eyes adjust to the half-light inside it really quite cozy! I can make out the contours of a door to the water and there is a two-seated sofa with a small table over to my right. Along the side of the boathouse there’s a site-built box that also serves as a place to sit with cushions and two blankets. 

The darkness is dissolved when you light a small oil lamp over by the sofa and it’s suddenly very obvious that the outside of this shed by no means matches the inside. It’s very well kept and tidy - both the walls and the ceiling are in very good shape. Tricky, very tricky indeed.  You look at me with an air of expectancy.

”Is this yours?” I ask ”I have to admit that I am very impressed indeed. It’s wonderful! I just might move in, as a matter of fact, because this is much cozier than my hotel room!”

You don’t answer, but you're taking your jacket off, hanging it on a hook by the door. I shrug out of my jacket as well and hand it over to you. The door behind you is closed again and the only light comes from that oil lamp by the sofa. At the same time, like on command, we both take one step closer. I can feel my heartbeat getting a bit quicker. Your presence suddenly feels almost overwhelming and once again that teenage nervousness hits me. I don’t know, after all, what goes through your mind. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m about to make a complete and utter fool of myself. I breathe in - deeply - and as I exhale I take one step closer to you. It brings me too close for any social rules, but at least you’re not stepping back… but then again, you do nothing. Nothing at all, but watch me. I’m shivering now, I can feel my hands shaking and my heart is beating like crazy. Still no visible reaction from you, but there’s a glint in your eyes and it’s not a disapproving look you give me - but still… I still can’t be sure if this is all in my head. Fuck. What do I do? Should I take a leap of faith - or just back off and try to laugh it off, pretend it’s just a joke..? 

Finally you do something. You reach out and grab me by the neck, bending my head slightly back. ”You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you..?” I can feel the warmth of your breath on my neck and I nod. ”Yes” I whisper. 

”You do know what bad girls need, don’t you?” you ask.

”Yes. Yes!” You’ve tightened the grip on my neck and I try so answer accordingly. That predator I noticed in the way you moved before, it certainly wasn’t just in my head. You’re running the fingers of your other hand from my chin very slowly down my throat and  along my collarbone, then down my chest opening one button at a time in my blouse. I close my eyes and relish in the feeling of your touch, again that electrical current is running under my skin, following the tracks of your fingers. 

Your fingers make a detour in under my bra and cup my breast. My nipple immediately goes stiff against the palm of your hand and my breath catches. You lean in and kiss my neck and I can hardly breathe. 

”Unbutton your trousers” you whisper in my ear. ”and pull them down, just a bit.” 

Without hesitation I do as I’m told. I unbutton the fly and push trousers and panties down as far as my hands reach, which leaves them just below my ass. 

”Turn around and face the wall.” I obey. 

”Put your hands up against the wall and bend slightly forward.” Again, I follow your command.

Your hand is on the small of my back, following the line of my hip around to my bum. I give an involuntary yelp as your other hand lands with quite a bit of force on the other side of my bottom. 

”I need you to count out loud… and I want you to arch your back for me.” 

Obviously I obey and my ass shoots out - and I count out loud for every slap you land on my ass cheeks. My bum is starting to feel tender and all warm - and by the time we’ve reached twenty I’m positive that it’s also glowing red. It’s a very odd feeling, to get spanked. At the same time humiliating and exciting, being totally left to your likings and whims. Still, after all these years, I trust you completely. Odd, really, there are people I know way better nowadays - but I would never allow them this power over me. For you, though, I’m willing to obey pretty much everything you say. 

”Twentyfive!” This time you leave your hand resting on my ass and after a few seconds you slide your hands down and in between my open legs. I’m wet, almost embarrassing wet - and I thought I couldn’t arch my back any further… but trying to guide your fingers inside me I push my bum even further back. You’ve placed one finger rubbing my clitoris and there are two fingers sliding effortlessly into my pussy. 

I hear the metallic sound of your belt unbuckling and what I think is you opening your fly and I can hardly breathe for expectation. Your hand on my pussy is replaced by that magnificent, hard cock of yours. Admittedly, it’s been a while since I actually saw it - but my memories are still vivid and it’s just beautiful… and oh my dear lord, it feels so good my legs are trembling when you push your way inside me, deep inside me. You slide your hands up over my hips, placing them over my tits and you thrust into me from behind, almost painfully slow at first - but then picking up pace and I push back towards you, meeting your thrusts, pushing you deep into my pussy and I know I’m going to come very soon, either I’m coming or I’ll just die and right now I don’t care because this is heaven and there it is, that tingling sensation building from someplace inside… I hold my breath for a little while and it explodes, leaving my head spinning and you grab my hips, pushing even deeper and it feels like I’m going to faint when I feel you coming inside me, the pulsating heat… and if it hadn’t been for your strong arms holding me I would have just collapsed on the floor.

My legs are trembling so hard I can’t get them to move properly and I can hear the smile in your voice when you ask me if I’m okay. Okay? I’m not okay. I’m way, way, WAY beyond okay. The fact that I can’t make my legs move certainly is somewhat of a problem if I want to walk away, but why would I? Right now this place has all I need and more. I’m about to turn around to face you when you reach around and pick me up, lift me into your arm like it’s an easy task. I can’t even tell when somebody carried me last time - but I do know that it’s a long time ago. You carry me across the floor over to the sofa where you carefully put me down. We’re both in a state of not quite undressed - I’ve still got my trousers and panties around my knees and am almost fully dressed on top. You’ve stepped out of your trousers and shoes, but you’re still wearing way too much clothing if you ask me. Like you’ve heard my thoughts you pull the sweater over your head and kick it to the side before you start undressing me. My shoes and trousers fall to the floor and you pull my shirt off before you reach around to unhook my bra. Now my brain starts working again and I feel really self-conscious, so I make a feeble try to cover as much of myself as possible with my arms - but you’re not having any of that. 

”Would you stop doing that? I want to look at you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

Even I can’t argue against that, but I still feel shy… which I know is silly, after what just happened. Furthermore I usually kinda like my own body, but it’s just so darn long since anyone looked at me like you do at the moment and I can’t quite remember how I ought to react. Once more I’m so occupied by my own thoughts and I don’t realise that you’ve reached out your hand to help me up from the sofa. 

I get up, with a little help from your hand. The bones in my legs seem to have returned to actual bones instead of some liquid, so by now I’m steady again - but still self-conscious. You run your hands along my shoulders and down my back, down over my buttocks. We’re standing so close now and I just can’t make myself look you in the eye, I won’t be able to stand it if I see the judgement in my own head mirrored in your gaze. Your hands slide around my hips, over my belly and you cup my breasts, spreading your fingers to fit as much of them as possible into your hands. My nipples harden again as you stroke upwards along my neck and with a little bit of force you press your thumbs under my chin to make me raise my head. 

”What is the matter? Why are you suddenly acting so… distant?”

”I don’t know… or… it’s just that you look so fantastic and you feel even better… and I’m just me. Me like twenty years later. It doesn’t feel fair not to be able to offer you something better.”

Now you’re looking at me like I’m totally insane. Maybe I am. I probably am, come to think of it - but that’s the good part. I need to get this self-loathing thing off my head and stop to take for granted that I have the slightest clue what’s going on in your head. Just go with it and see what happens. 

I reach out and run my fingers down your body, from the collarbone over the chest and stomach, then reach around to grab your behind. I take a small step closer and my tits press up against you as I reach the other hand around and I pull you closer. Your hands are resting lightly by the curve of my waist as I kiss your neck. I inhale your smell and that knot in my stomach is starting to loosen. I notice that your cock seems to have awakened and I spread my legs just a bit, enough for it to fit into place between my thighs. I roll my hips a little and enjoy the feeling of that smooth hardness against me. This time it seems you wait for me to take action and so I do. I push you down onto the sofa and then put one knee on each side of you. Very slowly I lower myself down over you, swaying my hips so my pussy is right above your cock. I close my eyes and relish in the feeling of you, swinging my hips from side to side, wiggle them a little bit lower, pressing you into my very, very slowly. Finally I’ve buried your cock as deep in me as it possibly can go and my breasts are now pressed up in your face. I’ve got to say that even though I can get awfully self-conscious about a lot when it comes to my body… I fuckin’ love my tits. They are as good or better than when I was younger. I’ve never seen a pair of natural boobs on a woman passed twenty that are even close to these two - and I get the distinct feeling that you kind of like them too. I place my hands on your shoulders and I ride you while you get busy with the two round thingies in your face - first I move very slow, just enjoying the feeling of your hard cock moving in me, and every time I lower myself, my clit rubs against you and I’m feeling so horny it’s like I’m drunk. I move a bit faster, rotating my hips every time I go up and then down over you again. Your hands leave my tits, grabbing on to my arse, helping me up and thrusting deeper and deeper for every time. I’m close now, so close and my head is thrown back and I grind down over you. Your left hand leaves my ass and reach up around my neck, your thumb against my mouth and I suck it in between my lips just as I come - and I’m sorry, but I bite down on your thumb to mute that sound, something between a moan and a scream that tries to get out through my lips… but you don’t seem to mind much because you slam your cock into my pussy a few more times and your hot cum fills me.

The small house isn’t heated at all and the spring might be here - but the winds are still chilly. Right now, though, it feels like a sauna. I slump down beside you with the posture of a rag doll. You get up and walk over to the wall that I’m guessing faces the water. There’s a low thud and suddenly the golden late afternoon light streams in through a gap and I realise that this actually IS a proper boat house - it’s just been closed for the winter. The light now reveals that there is a hatch in the floor as well, there’s a rag carpet covering that part of the floor but once you roll it aside it’s obvious. 

”You feel like cooling off?” 

The hatch swings open and you pull a wooden ladder from the wall. I get up from the sofa and the cool breeze feels good - but do I really want to cool off THAT efficient? Yes. Why not? I nod and turn around to walk down the ladder to the cold water below - and believe me, it’s really friggin’ cold… but refreshing! I dip down under the surface very quickly and make my way up the ladder again to the large towel you’re holding out for me before you also head down to the water. You’re way tougher than I am and you swim out a couple of strokes before returning up to join me in the big towel. My naked body has already warmed up a bit again and your skin feels freezing, but I don’t mind at all. The feeling of your taut, smooth body against mine is exhilarating. I can’t resist the temptation to let my hands wander, getting to know your body again. There’s a tiny smirk on your lips, but it seems you don’t mind my fingers exploring you - and that, obviously, I am going to use to my advantage. Once again I lean in and inhale the smell of you, I don’t know what it is… but it just feels so right. I trace your neck with the tip of my tongue, over the bristles on your chin and finally I reach your lips. For some reason it feels more intimate to kiss you than to have sex (I know, it’s absurd, but that’s how I feel) but now I want to. I really, really want to kiss you… and your lips part to let me in. Our tongues meet and I snake my arms around you, letting my fingers follow your spin up and then down again. I feel one of your hands reach around my neck and you mumble something - I think it’s got something to do with my slim neck and how easy it would be to just snap it like a twig. It should be a rather worrying comment, but coming from you it feels like a compliment. It’s kind of funny that way - ever since back then there are a few things that I regard quite differently than people in general. There are words, for example, that to the general public are considered pretty bad insults - but to me sounds very different. Well - coming from you they do. If anybody else were to call me that I might get rather cross… but as far as I can recall, no-one else ever did. 

The moment is rudely interrupted by a less than discreet rumbling sound from my tummy. Obviously I’ve been too preoccupied with doing x-rated stuff to realise that I’m hungry. 

”So how would you feel about getting something to eat?” 

I laugh and admit that it probably would be a very good idea. I tend to get somewhat grumpy when I’m hungry and there’s no need to put you through that ordeal if we can avoid it. 

It turns out you’ve got a friend who lives in a flat nearby and while the friend is away travelling you’ve got the key and furthermore the permission to use the flat for an overnight stay if necessary. I’m not sure the overnight part will be needed, but it sure sounds nice to be able to pick up something to eat in the food halls nearby and then have a not so public place to enjoy the food and possibly something more. 

We get dressed and close up the little boat house and then head over to gather something to eat. It turns out to be a little of this and a little of that - but I decline your suggestion to get some oysters. I haven’t developed the taste for them - and besides, do you really think I need MORE aphrodisiac?

You ask me what I would like to drink and I suggest that we get a bottle or two of a nice Amarone - and you agree. One can hardly go wrong there. 

I follow as you lead the way to the apartment of your friends and even though I feel a bit like I’m sneaking into a stranger’s home you seem perfectly at ease and after a little while I stop being so jittery. You rummage about in the kitchen cabinet producing plates, glasses and cutlery while I place the foods on the countertop. It’s a good thing we decided to get some food, I’m getting really hungry.

We decide on eating by the kitchen table and chat away while the contents of the wine bottle and the food containers shrink. It feels just like if those years since back then just shrink away too, it’s funny how it feels so natural to talk to some people even after a longer period of time. We talk about serious stuff, we joke and we get pretty darn philosophical at times and the time passes. All of a sudden there’s no more wine. We obviously have somehow consumed one bottle each and even though I feel good I realise that I’m actually a bit drunk. It gets obvious when I get up from the kitchen chair to go to the bathroom. The floor feels a bit swingy and I have to place my hand on the wall to keep steady. Ooops. I hadn’t planned for that. 

As I come back from my bathroom break you’ve cleaned up the kitchen and you wonder what I feel like doing now? Do I want to move over to the living room and continue talking, how about some dessert, you’ve even found some more red wine in a cabinet - and there’s whisky! 

I consider the options. The couch in the living room looks exceptionally soft and cozy - maybe a bit too cozy, the food and the wine has made me a bit woozy and there’s a definite risk that I’ll fall asleep if we move in there. I decide on staying at the kitchen table, the chairs out here don’t invite me to falling asleep… and I want to be awake with you. The conversation has turned from serious back to flirtatious and we’re back on the innuendos. It’s so much fun to get to act a bit carefree and not so darn grown up all the time - and I am a little taken aback when you suddenly declare that you want dessert after all… and that I need to undress for it. There’s that lopsided grin again and I get the feeling that this is going to be good. 

You gesture for me to get up on the kitchen table and I notice that you’ve put away the glasses and the dishes that were left on a small side table. Sitting on a kitchen chair you just wait for me to do what you tell me - because you know full well that I will obey. Honestly I can’t do anything else than what you tell me, I never quite have been able to figure out the spell you seem to have over me. I start to undress. It’s not going very quickly, because the wine has affected my balance and I have just a tiny bit of a problem getting out of my trousers, I don’t know what’s suddenly happened to the floor - when did it suddenly get all slippery and un-balancy? I almost fall over then my foot gets hooked in my jeans, but fortunately you catch me before I very ungracefully land sprawling on the floor… and now I’m naked. I feel vulnerable, since you’re still fully dressed, but you’re not allowing me any second thoughts. You gesture for me again that I’m to get up on the kitchen table and while you get up for a short detour to the refrigerator I do as I’m told. When you return I sit on the edge of the table with  a very straight back and my legs very tightly pressed together. I think it’s the surroundings in combination with the rather unforgiving kitchen lights that makes me so shy again, but you’ve got your mind set and there’s not a lot I can do to change your mind, it seems. You gently push me back until I’m resting on my elbows and then, with a firm hand, you pull my thighs apart, as wide as they go. 

I’m all exposed to you and it feel somehow both very safe and very scary… and above all, it’s making me exceptionally horny. You reach for something I can’t see and there’s something cool running from my pubes, down my pussy - and oh my goodness, there’s your warm tongue licking it up and licking my pussy lips. Your hands are still on my knees, keeping them wide apart, but the only things I sense right now are your warm breath against me, your mouth and your tongue tracing my most intimate parts. Your tongue’s moving so slowly, so deliberately, wonderfully, torturously slowly along my labia lips - but knowing you, if I try to hurry you on, if I move - you’ll stop… and at the moment it feels like my life is depending on you. There’s the tip of your tongue, wiggling over my clit and I cannot stop a loud moan from escaping me. Just as I suspected the warmth of your tongue is suddenly gone. I close my eyes and concentrate on being still. Still and silent. I’m not sure if I even breathe… but it works. I can sense that your face is back between my thighs, I feel your breath against me. 

”Close your eyes” you say. ”If I see you peeking I will stop everything I do.”

I immediately press my eyelids together… and thank the heavens, there’s your tongue back, tracing my pussy, probing gently and now your hands move from my knees, under my thighs around my hips until you cup my behind in your hands and you bury your face  between my legs. I must keep quiet, I must keep my eyes closed, but oh my… you so, so, SO know what you’re doing down there, it’s nothing short of amazing. 

There’s an orgasm building inside me and when you suddenly stop I’m almost getting mad at you - until I hear the sound of you unzipping your jeans and your soft tongue gets replaced by a hard, smooth and utterly wonderful cock. Your hands lift my butt slightly and then you press deeply inside. Back and forth you move, pounding hard into me, mercifully hard, because I want you so badly. Your right hand leaves my bum and slides over my boobs up to my neck, gliding around my slim neck and I am completely in your hands. I try to reach for you, but you push my hand away, so instead I grab on to the sides of the table as you fuck me and in my head there’s like a loop going; don’t stop, never stop, don’t stop, never ever ever stop..! 

I draw my knees up and you reach under them so my legs rest over your underarms and you thrust harder, deeper into me and doing that you press harder against my clit every time you push inside. Suddenly you slow down the pace and you pull almost all the way out and then back in for a few times - and then again with increasing speed and intensity. I move against you, matching your pace as I rotate my hips up to meet you and when you reach your climax and collapse on top of me I’m so, so close… and the weight of your body is enough pressure to push me over the top and as you lie over me I too come and I wrap my legs around you to pull you even closer as my body shudders like if I had a fever.

By now I am so weary I could probably fall asleep right here, on the kitchen table with you on top of me - but you suggest we use the guest room and get some sleep. You really do seem to know your way around this home and quickly produce a toothbrush and towel along with a guest room with twin beds and bathroom en suite. The persons living here obviously are used to having folks staying the night, because the beds are already made up and prepared with fresh linen. 

After a quick shower and brushing my teeth I practically fall into bed and I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow. Let’s just say that I’m not used to these kinds of intense experiences anymore and it is taking its toll.

I wake up the next morning feeling just a tiny bit sore - like I mentioned before falling into a coma-like sleep, my body is not used to this much action these days. I silently sneak out of bed and into the bathroom where I wash my face with cold water and quickly brush my teeth again and carefully stretch my body this way and that… and however sore I might feel, I’m also feeling horny and I’m pretty sure that the majority of my dreams the passed night have been of the x-rated kind. In stealth mode I make my way back into the guest room. You still seem to be sleeping, on your back but with your head turned away from me. Well… most of you seem to be sleeping. There is one particular body part that is very awake indeed. I walk over to the bed and very carefully peel the blanket away from your sleeping body. You move a bit, but don’t seem to wake up. I lean forward and put my cheek against your erect cock. It’s so smooth, almost impossible not to want to touch… and I’m obviously not intent on any chastity vows this morning. I move my head down and then up again, keeping my cheek to your cock and then open my lips and take you in, very slowly and just the tip. I taste you - and a faint note of myself - as my tongue moves around and around as I take you in a little deeper. I let the tip of my tongue follow the line underneath, moving it from side to side. Your pre cum taste salty in my mouth and I make my lips a little tighter around you, moving up and down your cock - up to where my lips are kissing the tip of your cock and then down again as far as I can take you in. When I move back up again I glance up to see that you’re awake and watching me with your hands behind your head. 

”I’m sorry for taking advantage of you…” I say, but I’m not sorry one bit - and you don’t seem to be in a whole lot of misery, so I’m guessing you don’t mind an awful lot. 

”No, no - don’t mind me” you say, smiling ”Do get back to doing whatever you’ve been doing.” 

That kind of cheekiness this early in the morning needs to be chastised and I’ve got teeth, you know. Just very carefully I make you aware of who’s in power at the moment. You get very still and I get back to ”whatever I’m doing” but adding my hands to help me take care of you. Now that I know that you’re awake I don’t need to be as careful not to rock the bed as I was before and as my hands stroke your cock, now lubricated by my saliva, my mouth move further south and I lick your balls before taking first one and then the other into my mouth. Your breathing has turned a bit more audible and I return my focus to your cock, stroking and licking and sucking with increasing intensity until I feel your balls sort of contract and then you explode into my mouth. I do my best to swallow, but I can feel it trickling down my chin and over my hands. I kiss the tip of your cock and then smile at you.

”Good morning.” 

It IS a rather good morning, I must say. You’ve disappeared away to buy some breakfast and I’ve taken the opportunity to take an unnecessary long, hot shower and I’ve even had time to put some makeup on. Now I’m just lounging around the apartment and figuring out how the fancy schmancy coffee maker works - I’ve just managed to convince it to produce a pot of marvellously smelling, fresh coffee when you walk in through the front door, loaded with freshly baked bread, assorted fruits, a few kinds of cheese and charcuteries - and fresh juice. It beats most hotel breakfasts I’ve experienced and that’s saying something, considering I’ve seen my fair share of those.

We sit down at the kitchen table - and yes, I did wipe it thoroughly clean before loading these lovely breakfast bits and pieces out… and I’ve already had two large mugs of tea, so I’m ready for some of that coffee to go with the breakfast. It’s so easy to talk to you - still, after all these years! - and we stay seated, just talking, until well after noon. 

”It’s such a beautiful day” you say ”How about a long stroll in the sunlight? I’ll buy you some ice cream.”

I’ve never been one to say no to ice cream - and honestly, a stroll sounds pretty darn perfect at the moment. We tidy up the kitchen and you throw the sheets from the bed in the laundry basket before reentering the now summer warm streets of the city. You’ve packed a small backpack with what you think might come in handy and since you are well aware that I prefer trees to people we take a bus. Just as you promised, it’s not more than maybe fifteen minutes before we can get off in a wooded area - I have no idea where we are, but it is beautiful. 

We follow a small path winding through the trees, it’s so narrow I have to walk behind you. The nature is dressed in its most beautiful spring clothing, it’s breathtaking - but still my eyes rest more often than not on that exceptional behind of yours as you stroll ahead of me. We walk mostly in silence until we reach a fork in the path - and obviously we choose the path less used. You point out the pair of buzzards dancing in the air way, way above our heads. As I stand there, craning my neck to try to see them as long as possible you silently move around me and from behind my back you reach around, cupping my breasts in your hands. I hold my breath, it feels so good when you touch me. I feel you breathing on my neck and I bend my head to the side. Your lips on my skin are almost too much. I close my eyes and revel in the feeling, while your ginger fingers very carefully unbutton my shirt, reaching in under it and sliding over my skin. The bristle of your beard tickles my neck as you're looking over my shoulder down my front. It makes me feel… I can’t quite describe it. Worshipped? Anyway - the tender and careful way your fingers move along my body is electrifying, addicting… I’d be willing to do pretty much anything to prevent you from stopping… and of course, with the excruciating timing you always seem to have, that is exactly what you do. You stop. 

The void left behind you when you step away is almost tangible - but before I get around to complaining I realise you’ve opened that backpack and pulled out a blanket. You spread the picnic blanket over the fresh, green grass and gesture for me to take place. From the depths of the backpack you haul out a bottle of champagne in one of those portable coolers, a container with strawberries and a bottle of spray cream.

”I did promise you ice cream - but there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of ice cream stands around here, so I figured you just might be convinced to have some strawberries and champagne instead. For now.”

I agree that this is a good reason for having strawberries and champagne… as long as that ice cream still will be coming later on. It really is so cliche that it ought to be cheesy - but it actually is quite nice to be feeding each other berries with whipped cream and sip a bit of bubbly wine every now and then. That champagne has started to affect me, I have to admit, and I’m more prone to giggling than usual and so when I suddenly miss my mouth completely when trying to take a sip, it strikes me as hilarious - but my laughter stills when you lean in close and lick the spilled champagne from the hollow at the base of my neck. You pull my shirt apart again and grab the champagne bottle to let the wine trickle down over my breasts, before licking it up. I moan - and feel your teeth around my left nipple, causing me to hold my breath instead. You lift your head and whisper ”We need to be very quiet. We’re only maybe 25 metres off the hiking path and it’s pretty thickly populated days like this. Either we keep it down - or there’s not going to be any action at all.” 

I nod in agreement. ”I’ll be quiet if you are.” 

Your hands are back on my body, fingers sliding from my breasts and unbuttoning my trousers. Hands sliding over my waist and pushing the trousers back over my hips, bringing my panties down at the same time, down to my knees. This arrangement makes it kind of tricky to spread my thighs for you the way you gesture for me to do - but there’s always at least one solution to every problem. I bring my still trouser-clad knees high and smile at you through the gap between my thighs. A lifted eyebrow is obviously enough for you to understand what I’m getting at and you thread your head in under my trousers and in between my thighs. The sight of your face closing in and the look in your eyes when our gazes lock is… hungry. Just this fact, that we’re here together, is almost enough to make me come.

Very quietly I whisper ”Please, lick me.” You reach out for the champagne bottle again and pour it over my crotch. I close my eyes and feel the contrasts between the cold wine and your warm breath, waiting for the sensation of your tongue… and when I think you’re taking a bit too much time and decide to do something about it. When I lower my knees your head gets caught in the gap and you’re almost forced to lower your face and, thank heavens, finally start licking me. Your hands go in under my bum, lifting my hips up and I can feel nothing but the sweet sensation of your mouth and tongue pleasuring me. I close my eyes and lay back, focusing on nothing but you. Through a haze I hear voices, but they are insignificant. The only thing that matters is you and me, here and now. The voices are getting closer, but fuck them. I’m not sure you can hear anything at all, considering the fact that your ears are pretty well covered by my thighs… and I am not going to interrupt what you’re doing. I can make out the shape of people just metres away now, they are following the path just on the other side of those bushes. They sound slightly out of breath, probably out power-walking in the sun. Your tongue is focusing mainly on my clit now and I rock my hips to meet you… The voices over there have gone quiet now, the shapes of persons still visible through the not fully green bushes. I’m not sure if they are still because they are watching or if they are just catching their breaths and having a drink. I honestly could not care less… or if anything, this makes me even hornier. The thought of someone watching is exciting me.

I decide that I want you to fuck me now. No, hang on… I want to fuck you. I loosen the grip around your head and you lift your head to look at me. 

”Get on your back and unzip your trousers. Now.”

You wiggle out from under the noose of my trousers and pull your fly down. Meanwhile I’ve gotten rid of those trousers of mine, but leave the shirt on. It’s unbuttoned and my breasts are sort of trying to escape their imprisonment. I push you down to your back and pull your jeans down just a bit, enough for your cock to spring free. For a moment I lose track of what I’m doing. How can a cock be so… so marvellous? Then I place one knee on each side of your hips and with my hands on your chest I let your cock glide in between my legs, sliding myself up and down its length. Our eyes are locked, you obviously haven’t seen the people-like shapes behind the bushes - or you don’t care. 

I lift up, rotating my hips until I feel that your cock is perfectly placed… and then I sink down over you. Slowly. I lean forward a bit, to ensure that I have just the right contact with your body and then I ride you at the pace I decide. I’ve got my back to the bushes over by the path, so I haven’t got a clue if the shapes are still present or if they’ve left… but you know that feeling you can sometimes get, that somebody is watching? I’ve got that exact feeling right now and it’s adding a bit of extra spice to the ecstasy building from where our bodies meet. You’re thrusting into me, meeting my rocking hips perfectly. Every time I lower myself down I grind my clitoris against you and I have to bite down hard not to let a loud moan escape me, I’m so close now - but I’m trying to make it last a little longer… so I lean back, putting my hands on your legs behind me and I lift up longer, almost to the point where your cock slip out - and then lower down again, pushing you as deep inside as is possible. Back up, swirl my pelvis and press back down… and then a little faster and harder and I’m not going to be able to resist any more, I lower myself down over your cock, deeper than what ought to be possible and I throw my head back for a silent scream. You grab hold of my ass and thrust hard a few more times before you too explode, I can feel your cum filling me. As I slump down over your chest I hear the distinct sound of somebody stepping on a dry branch and I when glance back over my shoulder I can see the shapes moving away along the path, the same way they came.