He was a shit! I should have known from the start but what can you do? Sometimes guys can seem nothing but fun at first, all laughter and play, then hidden truths emerge. The real character behind the broken promises and the fake smile pops out, and kicks your bloody ass!
Just make sure it doesn't happen in the middle of the back of beyond, like it did to me!
The day did not have an auspicious start, Jeff arrived late! Be here by ten I told him, and he rolled up at a quarter to eleven with neither apology, or explanation. Then he proceeded to tell me how he did not like the picnic I had prepared. It apparently had too much salad and not enough meat.
The prospect of passionate sex in a secluded spot was not going to be enhanced by a heavy meal and a few beers, in my opinion. I had chosen a light but romantic selection of seafood, salads, soda-bread rolls, and fruit, washed down with white wine spritzers. I wanted a tumble in a verdant field, not a snooze under a gnarled old tree.
This was the first week-end I could get away from my studies since last year, and the first warm, and dry day of spring was forecast. I wanted to go at all costs so I put up with his crass attitude and agreed to stop on route to buy additional items, hoping he would forget, see his error, or change his mind.
At least he carried the box with the lunch in it down to his ancient Opel car, while I waved good-bye to my history books and computer. I heard him stumble, and curse, on the stairway down to the landing. In retrospect I wish he had continued on over the balusters to the floor below, and broken his bloody neck, but it was not to be.
After dumping the supplies on the rear seat, Jeff wrenched the protesting drivers door violently open and climbed inside. This former automobile would best be described, not as the type of car whose radio doesn't work, but one where there are trailing wires where the radio used to be! The doors didn't lock either.
Most of its cylinders stirred into life, as I was getting comfortable, and fastening the seatbelt. Gradually they were coaxed into doing some work and, leaving only a small cloud of black smoke, we headed off towards the M50 and adventure! Well not exactly, we first went to get some petrol, for which he borrowed another ten Euro.
From Stillorgan we cut through back streets missing Dundrum and heading for Sandyford and the M50. Jeff's driving needs the addition of something like skill, but we managed to get on to the motorway unscathed. Its mostly uphill to Tallaght and the car struggled up to the N81 junction, but once on the road to Blessington we picked up speed and I felt we were on our way.
Dry-stone walls guarded by strangely stunted trees mostly gave on to wooded hills fronted by empty pastures, the grass in England is never as green as it is in Ireland, this really is a most beautiful country. I relaxed and began to look forward to the day.
After the town of Brittas we intended to turn towards Kilbride and the Wicklow Mountains where there would always be a spot where we could rest and play.We never got there. Jeff decided to stop for a pee, he pulled off the road in the entrance to a field, and got out.
Without a word he walked the few paces to the gateway and stood, his back to me, unzipped, and cock in hand, waited . . . and waited. Nothing seemed to be happening so I thought I'd lend a hand.
I didn't intend to startle him, but with nothing happening I walked up behind him and, removing his hand from it, I wrapped my fingers round his cock, not too firmly. I thought that if we were to be stood there for a while, we might as well both be entertained.
Well you would have thought I had been a Garda [police officer] by the way he reacted, getting not just offended, but quite aggressive as well. It became obvious to me that: in the first place he couldn't "go" if watched; and in the second, he was a dead loss and I was wasting my time on this fool!
Stupidly, perhaps, I let him have it in words of one syllable, many of them with only four letters! The upshot of which was that I was left at the side of the road as my lunch, my ex-boyfriend, and his crappy car all disappeared up the road. Shit! I was hungry, angry, and stuck on a minor road in the ass end of nowhere.
Retracing the road on foot, so recently covered by car, I prayed for a miracle, what else could I do? As I set off I realized that he had my shoulder bag and money! Fuck, I couldn't even get a bus! Chasing down a car on foot, even his heap of trash, was not an option so I continued on the downhill route back to Kilbride.
A mile or so down the road I was still seething inside. So angry in fact that I did not notice the car along side me, or the driver asking if I was all right. Stopping to help a stranger is much more likely to happen in Ireland than England, but I was still surprised, and relieved to see that the car was being driven by a woman on her own.
"Would you like a lift?" Her question was answered immediately.
"Yes, I bloody well would!"
"Have you been robbed, of your bag?" She was observant.
"Sort of, my ex drove off and left me stranded." It was all the explanation that was needed.
"Is he jeans and a check jacket, car mostly green and rust?" More observant questions, this woman had eyes, piercing pale blue eyes!
"Yes that's the bastard, have you seen him then?" Hope was building within me.
"Four or five miles back, broken down. Get in girl, let's go get your stuff!" She sounded as exultant as I felt.
This does not happen in the modern world, but in moments we were turned round, and heading back to where I hoped Jeff was still trying to start his wreck. Ten minutes passed in silence, until rounding a tight corner we almost ran into the back of the stationary heap with its bonnet [hood] raised, no Jeff in sight.
Without a word we went to the car, retrieved my bag and the provisions, and legged it. As we pulled away Jeff came out from behind some trees, tugging at his fly-zip. Excellent, we were all relieved, I had my bag and food, and Jeff had finally had his pee. I was not sure what my rescuer had, but she seemed satisfied and smiled at me as we sped off.
"He's waving good-bye, that's nice of him." Sarcasm always sounds better in an Irish accent I find. "Maggie" A single word introduction was all that was needed, so I answered in the same fashion.
"May." We nodded to each other as she drove on into the Wicklow Mountains. "Where are you going?" I was surprised since she had been going in the opposite direction when she picked me up.
"It would be a shame to waste a picnic, even one made by you English." More Irish wit.
"I know I don't sound like it, but I am as Irish as you. I was born here but grew up in England," I replied, "But I agree about the picnic, I'm famished!"
We turned to the right and took a road signposted to Laragh, and in about twenty minutes pulled off the road in a quiet and beautiful spot that looked perfect.
"You grab the food, I've a rug in the back. Follow that path, its not far, there is a clearing beyond those bushes." Maggie seemed to have been here before so I followed the path. I walked aimlessly, not really knowing were I was going, until I reached a most amazing scene.
At the path's ending I could only stand and marvel at this breathtaking place. The area was filled with the scent and sight of beautiful flowers. There were bushes glowing with every color in them, and trees of such majesty and variety. The grass was like a hand woven carpet it was so lovely, and as soft as velvet, I had entered a fairy-tale.
"Beautiful isn't it?" I must have been standing there for some time because Maggie's voice woke me from a trance like state, all I could do was smile.
This place wasn't for friends to have a quick lunch, then pick up and leave. No, this was a place for lovers to stay awhile, to relax, and to enjoy. She walked past me and skillfully spread the rug on the lush grass. The picnic basket became heavy in my hand.
"Are we going to eat or not?" I thought I detected a look of mischief in her smile.
"Yes sorry its just so . . ." I couldn't find the words as I once again looked around me, drinking in my surroundings.
"I know, its something else isn't it." Her voice hinting at her thoughts, and not just her admiration of the scene.
"Do you come here often?" I said with hesitation, I groaned inwardly as I realized what I had said.
"Yes quit often, well as often as I can . . . come here, I'm hungry." Her mouth curved into a provocative smile, her eyes smoldering as if with lust! But she spoke with a dead pan tone, I was confused and stunned! She was so blunt, but what were her true reasons for bringing me her?
Her eyes drifted lazily down my body, and then to the basket, her deep laugh filled my ears. "Honey, I'm talking about the food not you, don't get ahead of yourself!" My face had to be about twenty different shades of red.
"Ohhha I'm sorry. Here . . ." practically shoving the basket in her face as my knees buckled and fell to the rug. I just wanted to hurry, to lay the picnic, to eat and then leave. Thoughts raced through my mind. I would not let this woman seduce me, for heaven sakes I'm not a lesbian, and the way she looked at me made me feel like she was going to pounce on me at any moment!
My mind began filling with lustful images, this forthright woman and . . . me! Thoughts of our two feminine bodies rolling around in this secluded area, I was betrayed by my own body as I, once more, colored to a deeply embarrassing blush. She knew what I was thinking and she moved in to take advantage.
Her fixed, almost hypnotic, stare betrayed her wanton desires, teasing me with her drifting eyes running meaningfully over my body. She glanced at my breasts with sparkling desire, and ran her eyes down my body with an avaricious intent that overwhelmed me.
She knew I was watching her, guessing her intentions, and trying to read her thoughts, but in spite of this she seemed totally unconcerned. Through only the power of her eyes, her will seemed able to forcibly control my thoughts, to swell my own needs, and reveal even my hidden desires.
She unhooked the picnic basket's lid and opened the woven wooden box within revealing the selection of foods prepared by my own hands. The fruits and the two wine glasses were pulled out first. As the glasses where placed on the rug one of them tipped over revealing a slight crack.
She smiled as our eyes meet, like she knew what would happen next. She picked up the broken glass, set it back in the basket, and brought out the wine bottle. Unscrewing the top, this woman poured the wine into the glass, fascinated I could not take my eyes from her, she had me captivated.
I watched her simple, yet graceful movements, she did not appear to be openly sexual when she was pouring the wine but for some reason it was enormously appealing, heightening my need for her. The way her eyes watched the liquid, her slight smile as she brought the glass up to her lips to sip, and to taste, it all seemed so symbolic.
Not only was she seducing me effortlessly, but I was aiding her in her pursuit of me, without trying she was inevitably succeeding. I saw how she savored the wine in her mouth, sensually moving it around in circling motions, trying to savor the most from it.
She swirled the glass letting the liquid circle with her, she licked her lips and obviously reveled in my predicament! She was enjoying each moment, and the total control she exercised over me. Seeing me squirm, both physically and mentally, right there in front of her was her thrill.
She handed me the glass, our fingers gently touched for a mere second, a moment that brought my rapidly increasing desires to the surface, and she knew it. I saw the trace of red from her lips imprinted on the glass. I just stared at this image, it was so sexual to be placing my lips where hers once were.
I could taste her, mingled with the wine as both washed over my tongue, my throat, and finally entering deep inside me. I smacked my lips together, tasting her, savoring every drop. Looking up I could clearly see the lust smoldering behind Maggie's piercing eyes.
There was an unseen magnetic force moving me ever closer to her. My breathing was shallow and nervous, catching in my throat, should I surrender, could I resist? I closed my eyes and waited, not daring to guess what would happen, what was happening to me!
Then I felt that first delicate touch. Her lips brushed mine so lightly it was like the breeze rippling a distant pond. I opened my eyes and I saw her fluttering eyes right before me, meeting mine with a look of delight and expectation. There was a pause as I gazed into her eyes, and I felt myself drawn deeply.
We flowed together in a combined swirl of passion. Not rushed but with the exhilaration of a ride at some intimate adventure park. One minute I was inches away from her face, the next, my head spinning with fear and pleasure, she had my back against the rug!
Her eyes drowning into mine, our desires driving her delicious mouth finally onto mine in a fiery, engulfing, consuming, passionate rush. I had been kissed before but never like this, never with such gently, yielding force, or with the feeling that I was drawing her in, rather than being controlled.
Her tongue clung to mine begging to be loved, swirling and dancing in my mouth, just as the wine had showed the way. This wasn't a tease anymore it was a game of hot desire. I could feel her hands on my body, all over me, touching, probing and exploring.
Fast nimble fingers traced every part of me, and as they went she was sliding and ripping my clothes from my quivering body. She was diving into my desires, her needful passions compelling us both forward without thought, only our mounting passions.
Her lips licked and sucked on my neck as she began removing her own clothing, even ripping off buttons in her haste! Her lovely body pinned me down, skin to delicious skin. I knew that she could feel my wet desire, lying on top of me her thigh pressed between mine, as mine was between hers.
My breath was coming in gasps, and some times not at all, but she was breathing deeply and steadily. I felt beautifully helpless, totally in her power, her passion overwhelming and engulfing me in a tidal wave of lust.
Kisses rained down on my lips, face, and neck; her body pressed itself urgently against mine; hands roamed at will over any and every part of me. At this point I realized that I was just lying back passively, accepting but without giving in return. Could I touch another woman's body?
I moved one hand towards her, pressed it to her shoulder, stroked the soft skin of her back, traced its sensual curve, and slowly found the firmness of her butt cheek. I was wondering at this point if it were really me doing this to a woman's body, but my fingertips had taken over.
I gasped with surprise, as much as with pleasure, as this amazing woman began to suck my nipples in turn, flicking them with her tongue at the same time. I watched her eager movements, and felt the pleasure building inside me.
Moving off me this creature, who seemed to know my body better than me, gently applied her teeth to my tiny globes, nibbling over their whole surface. At the same time she pressed the perfectly manicured nail of her forefinger into my skin just below my ribs. It was not painful as she drew it down my stomach, but the sensation made my body jerk as though it had been shocked!
When she reached the short down of my mound (I don't wax there, but I do trim to a quarter of an inch) her finger tips circled just above my clit, driving me insane with need! My hips jerked involuntarily, and my thighs spread themselves, opening me to her completely.
"I'm your first aren't I, but you have been with a man?" I nodded my reply to both questions. "So you will know what to do, ok?"
Not waiting for an answer she positioned herself over me her mouth between my thighs. I was looking up at her sex, all clean-shaven and smooth, plump and glistening with excitement and expectation. I had never been this close, but if I wanted what I wanted I knew I was going to get much closer.
I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and drew her towards me. I felt her tongue trace the length of my lips, reaching up I did the same to her, tasting her juices with the tip of my tongue before delving deeper. As I lapped at her sex her juices flowed over my face, and of course into my mouth.
I don't know why but I was surprised by the taste, it was almost the same as my own, I knew from the times I had blown past boyfriends after having been fucked, and curiosity had caused me to taste my own fingers after masturbating. Why I expected a difference I don't know, but I did.
The physical sensation was totally different from going down on a guy though, not better or worse, just very different. Blowing a cock is mostly about having it inside my mouth, inside me, but with this woman I felt immersed in her, as though she was trying to engulf me, while overwhelming me with pleasure.
As I explored her most intimate part, with my tongue, my lips and my teeth, she was doing the same to me. The pleasures that built and washed over me were like nothing I had ever experienced, both in sensation and intensity! My whole body was shaking with unremitting waves of pleasure.
Eventually we exhausted each other, Maggie let all her weight rest on me for a few moments before rolling over and laying on her back gasping for air with a broad, but satisfied grin on her beautiful face. Struggling to my knees I turned round and moved to her and kissed her tenderly yet passionately.
I too collapsed on my back, still gulping in the warm spring air. We were two pale but satisfied naked bodies not in a private place but where anyone who happened by could have seen us, but we cared nothing. She was enjoying her conquest and I was consumed by this totally new experience, the world could go fuck itself!
After a short rest I began to feel hungry, and the picnic beckoned. I crawled across the blanket to where it awaited our return. Sitting cross-legged, I began unpacking the food and mixed a spritzer in the remaining glass. I turned to ask if she wanted anything and saw her staring at my body with a secret smile to her slightly opened mouth.
"Did you ever have enough sex?" It was a rhetorical question, I could see the answer written right across her face, her eyes like deep lust filled pools.
"Not so far, but you could get me close, you are fantastic! Are you sure you were never with a woman before?" Was she flattering me to get more sex with me, there was no need, I too wanted more, and I was confident I was going to have my wish granted.
Leaning back on her elbows she looked totally comfortable with her nakedness, she had the breasts and hips I had so long desired for myself, and a confidence that had never blushed. I gestured to her with a sandwich in a way that asked her if she wanted something to eat. Her response was to open her mouth and nothing more, she wished for me to feed her.
I piled a few items onto a paper plate and sat close enough to be able to share the them between us, everything was shared, just as we had shared each others bodies. I held a sandwich or a piece of celery to her mouth, she bit off a mouthful leaving some for me. I offered her the drink in the same way sipping it myself afterwards.
Between bites I asked her if there was any danger of being discovered here like this, indicating our nakedness. Maggie grinned her mischievous grin, and nodded. "There is always a chance, this is a public place after all." I could tell that this danger added to her experience, she would have fucked me on O'Connell Bridge if she could I think!
There is something very decadent about the pair of us picnicking naked, surrounded by all that beauty. When we had eaten enough I pushed the remaining food away moving closer to Maggie, and kissed her. She laid back invitingly, pulling me on to her while we continued to kiss and giggle.
Facing each other, sprawled on the blanket in the spring sunshine, hands roaming our naked bodies: touching, squeezing, and fondling, enjoying it all from crescendo to crescendo of passion! Yelps of pleasure echoed across the field to the woodland beyond, but if we scared the wildlife we didn't care.
When Maggie showed me where The Scissor Sisters got their name, it proved too much as I was attempting to both cum and laugh at the same time! Sitting opposite each other, my dripping, but slightly sore pussy pressed against hers, we moved in undulating unison, extracting every last drop of pleasure we could.
Any woman reading this, straight or not, I recommend you try scissoring, you will never regret it! It is stimulating, intimate, funny, and fun all at the same time. We looked so hot, pressed against each other so intimately, and the sensation was hotter! The memory keeps me smiling still.
We packed the remains of the picnic still naked, dressing was the very last thing we did before making our way back to the car. Reluctantly I opened the passenger door seating myself next to Maggie, the engine burst into life, and reluctantly, we departed that magical place.
The journey back was, for me, like returning from your most exotic vacation ever, wonderful memories but unsure whether it would ever be possible to make a return visit. In conversation we revealed some of our past, our present situations, and our dreams for the future.
We agreed to part at my door and meet again if we both agreed, but neither of us wanted to say farewell there and then. Maggie came up for coffee, a shower, and stayed the night. We have met several times since, and had much good sex, but I doubt if anything will ever come close to matching that first time.
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