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Living Room Picnic
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The day had come. Matt was finally coming to visit me. At my place. No eyes on us. All alone. The entire afternoon to spend with each other. Alone. I planned to make the most of our time together, and I'm sure he was thinking the same thing. I hoped.
We hadn't been together in over a year, but I still remembered the feeling of his cock inside of my cunt. I still remembered the taste of his semen. I still remembered the out-of-this-world feelings I had after orgasms with him.
I knew he was on his way over, and I couldn't wait to see him
I had been nervous all week .... wondering what to wear ... wondering if we would sit and talk or move right into the bedroom ... wondering if I had falsely remembered how great his body made my body feel. Oh, damn. What if we weren't really that good together? What if it was my mind playing tricks on me?
I pushed that thought aside as I got dressed. I dressed carefully. I didn't want my wardrobe to make me seem too eager. I slipped into a conservative navy blue sundress, loose fitting and casual-looking, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. (I loved that Matt was tall enough that I could wear heels and still have to reach up to kiss him. Mmmm.) The dark fabric of the dress had a smattering of pink and white flowers across it. The best part of my knee-length dress was that it was dark enough to hide the silky dark pink bra and panties beneath ... Matt's favorite.
Five minutes. Five more minutes and he would be walking through my door. I didn't know what to do with myself. I paced, I looked out the window, I fluffed the pillows on my bed.
The bed. That's too obvious. I can't let him walk through that front door and have him find me in the bedroom. A thought flashed through my head, and I began acting on it before I even completed the thought. I grabbed a soft blanket from the foot of the bed and ran out to the living room. I pushed aside the coffee table and spread the blanket on the floor. Dashing to the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and a corkscrew. I rummaged through the pantry and refrigerator putting together a quick tray of something to eat while we nervously sat and talked.
I had just set the food and the wine down on the blanket when I heard the door open. I turned to see Matt smiling.
Damn. I should have been sprawled out on the bed. Forget talking. Forget the wine. I wanted to make love to him, fuck him, right there, right then.
Instead, I smiled back and said hello. We walked toward each other, his arms reaching out to hug me. I grabbed his hands, held onto them as I wrapped his arms around me. I melted into his body. I looked up at him, and his lips met mine.
I had forgotten how sensual his kisses were. I moaned lightly as we kissed. I wanted him so.
Pulling ourselves apart, I kept hold of one hand as I led him to our indoor picnic.
We sat down beside each other. I slipped off my heels as he reached for the bottle of wine. As he began to thread the corkscrew into the bottle, I leaned in and nuzzled his neck. He smelled so wonderful. I kissed his cheek as he uncorked the wine. He made a simple yet meaningful toast ("To us .....") and I smiled even as I drank. Our eyes were locked together. Such amazing eyes. Those eyes smiling back at me.
We chatted, but I can't remember a word that was said. I was so lost in pleasant thoughts that I don't even know now if I was speaking to him at all.
He reached over and brushed my hair back from my face. He kissed me and the wine somehow tasted better on his lips than on my own. Mmmm .... this man had to be the world's best kisser. It was as if somehow his tongue was reaching every nerve in my body, every soft spot, every erogenous zone. He knew I was lost in the moment so he took my half-empty glass of wine from me, setting it beside his own on the coffee table.
The kisses grew more passionate then. Ravenous kisses. Each kiss sent shockwaves through my body. We moved so that we were both kneeling, bodies pressed together, tongues exploring each other's mouth. I felt Matt's hands slowly working down my back, and I moaned in anticipation. His hands firmly grabbed my ass, pulling me closer against his waist, feeling his hardening cock pushing against me.
His hands began pulling up my dress, rubbing my thighs, grabbing my ass as his hands slipped over the silky fabric. I felt his left hand moving down my hip, under my ass, over my panties and knew that he wouldn't stop until he reached that sweet spot that was beckoning him.
I felt his fingers sliding over my pussy, back to front to back again. I felt the wet fabric moving against me. In unison, without a word being spoken, I lay back, Matt following, our lips locked together for only a moment more.
Just before my head reached the floor, the kissing stopped. Matt was more focused on that smooth spot between my legs. My dress up over my hips, he took in the sight of my pink panties pressed between my pulsating lips.
He kissed my thighs, drawing my flesh in between his puckered lips. He suckled his way across my thigh to my waiting pussy. He licked my pussy over my panties, a thrilling, teasing sensation. I could feel my engorged clit throbbing, wanting to feel his tongue, his lips against it. He kept slowly licking the length of my slit over my panties, my hips gyrating against his face. Occasionally he'd dart his tongue between my lips, pressing my panties inside of me deeper. Too much teasing for either of us, his teeth pulled my panties to the side. I felt his nose nuzzle against my clit, the heat of his breath causing me to shudder in excitement. He licked his lips and pressed them against my pussy in a lingering kiss. His tongue slithered between my folds as my hands grasped at the blanket.
I remember thinking how great this was, how it was better than I had remembered it ever being .... if that was possible. But it was possible. And it was happening, and ......
His tongue slid from between his moist lips, firm and wet like a well-lubricated cock. He flicked his tongue slowly, deliberately over my exposed clit. "Yes .... slow .... just like that." My clit was begging to be stroked, to be sucked, to be explored. I felt a slight pressure against the walls of my cunt as Matt slipped a finger inside my pussy. His tongue encircled my clit as his finger glided in and out of me. "Mmmmm .... Just like that."
I was grinding my hips against Matt's face. I felt my juices oozing down the folds of my pussy as his fingers and tongue worked their magic. "Ahhh, yes! Taste me, Matt ..... "
I was cumming, and it felt wonderful. It had been so long, yet he still knew just how to get me going. His tongue was slowly lapping up the last of my juices.
"Kiss me, Matt ...." I whispered. He leaned up and kissed me. His tongue still tasting of me, my juices still on his lips. "Mmmmmm ....."
"Fuck me. Fuck me, now ....."
Matt pulled away only to remove his shirt. "Not yet." He leaned down and pulled off my panties before he lay back, pulling me towards him. "Sit on my face ...."
Smiling, I lifted my dress up over my head. Wearing only my pink bra, I lowered myself until I felt his hot breath blowing up against my wet cunt. His agile fingers gently parted my soft petals. He kissed the lips of my pussy as if he were kissing the lips of my mouth. He pressed against them. He explored their warmth with his tongue. He pulled one of my lips between his as he paused momentarily to catch his breath.
Matt made out with my cunt, each kiss plunging deeper inside of me, more passionate than the last.
"That's it .... Yes ..... Yessss ...." I was gasping for breath. He spread his tongue out over my smooth pussy. The soft surface of his tongue massaged my clit and I began to close in. I was going to cum again. "Yessss ...." I panted as I rode his face faster. "Yessss ..... yes..... oh ... oh ... ohhhh ...... ahhhhhhhhhh."
My pussy burst open like someone opening the floodgates. Matt's tongue thrust deep inside and my lips contracted against him. I was moaning and groaning and gasping ...... and each thrust and flick of his tongue extended my orgasm. My pace slowed as the sensation passed. Matt laughed as I collapsed backwards onto his chest, my pussy spread open before him. I smiled when I saw his face, wet and flushed ..... and the biggest smile I'd ever seen.
"Just let me catch my breath a moment, get some blood back up to my head and I'll take care of that hard cock of yours." We both laughed.
Regaining my senses, I slid down and removed Matt's pants, releasing his patient cock. Cupping his balls in one hand to begin teasing, I reached down with my other hand and gathered my own juices as lubricant. I slid that moistened hand up and down his shaft, slowly, one hand still playing with, tugging at his balls. My firm pressure along his cock, I could feel the throbbing he was experiencing. I wanted to feel that against the sensitive skin of my lips. I knelt between his legs and, looking up at his face, licked his cock, from base to tip .... slowly, tantalizingly, savoring the moment.
I grabbed my panties with my left hand and rubbed them against his balls. My right hand on his cock, my lips smacked against my knuckles as my tongue encircled his tip. I tasted the first drops of cum.
On the floor with no pillows, Matt quickly tired of propping himself up on his elbows to watch me sliding up and down his manhood. He lay back, flat on the floor. Not wanting him to only have the ceiling to stare at, I repositioned myself so that my cunt was just inches from his face as I straddled him. As I thrust down onto his cock, I felt a hand sliding over my pussy again. My hips pressed against his hand as I sucked harder on his cock. So fast now, his breathing was short gasps for air.
"Yes ... Yes ... gonna cum ....."
I lessened the pressure but kept his cock in my mouth as he came, his cum shooting over my tongue, down my throat. His body shuddered with the last pulses, the last juices escaping.
I turned around and lay beside him, snuggled up against his long body. We didn't speak .... we didn't need to. We lay there silently, lost in the moment, lost in our thoughts. He was stroking my hair lightly, and I was running my fingers along his chest. The perfect silence.
Matt began to move, and I was afraid that his arm had gone to sleep underneath me. As I moved to sit up, I asked if he was okay.
"Shhhh .... " Matt moved on top of me, kissing me passionately. I finally removed my bra as he caressed my breasts. Nipples hard and calling to him, he answered their call .....sucking one, then the other. I felt his cock hardening again as it pressed against my hot mound. My hips were writhing beneath him, grinding against him.
He reached down and guided his cock into my parted lips. Slowly, we rocked together, his cock filling me, pleasing me. I grabbed at my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I pulled my left breast up and reached down to lick my nipple, my tongue dancing across it. I slid a hand down my body as I reached down to rub my clit.
Our speed increased the closer we both came to orgasm. I was biting my lip to keep from screaming out his name. I saw the look on his face and knew he was close. "Cum in me, Matt. Cum for me. Mmmmm ...... I'm gonna cum ....."
My entire body shook as my orgasm began. I rubbed my clit even faster as Matt's thrusting grew harder. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me harder than I ever remembered. I pulled my legs up and he pounded harder yet, even deeper. Hard. Hard. Deep. Hard. He grabbed my hips as he came inside of me. His hot cum filled me, warmed me, mixed with my juices. With one final thrust he released the last of his load.
Pulling out slowly, gently, he lay beside me ..... both of us out of breath.
"So, Matt ..... what do you think of my new apartment?"
We laughed and kissed and talked until we fell asleep .......... never leaving that blanket on my living room floor.
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 Four Strangers in the Night |  Bottle Shock, Part Two | | Bottle Shock, Part One | | Alone, Yet Together | | Girls' Night | | The Unexpected Guest |  Turn Off the Lights... | | Vegas, Baby! | | Dinner and a Show, Part Four | | Dinner and a Show, Part Three | | Dinner and a Show, Part Two | | Dinner and a Show, Part One | | Dinner Reservations | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Five | | Bath Time | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Three | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Two | | Juicy Jeweler | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Four | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Three | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Two | | Mrs and the Mistress | | Brazilian Waxes | | 'Great Story' | | Shared Studio Space | | Rendezvous | | The Movies | | The Lap Dance | | Early Morning Chat | | A Day of Boating | | The Library | | The Amazing Accountant | | The Coat Room | | The Mind Eraser | | Personal Memoir: The Fitting Room | | Saturday Morning Alone | | Friday Afternoon | | The Interview | | Writers' Conference |
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