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Subject: {ASSM} RP "Picnic Lunch" by Pami M/F oral
Date: Thu,  1 Mar 2001 19:10:05 -0500
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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  If you are under 21, go
away.  If you don't like this sort of thing, or think it isn't 'normal', go
away.  If, on the other had, you DO like sexy stories, and you think it is
MOSTLY 'normal' to read them... continue on...  :)

This is a repost of an old story, but still one of my favorites.  It always
makes me look forward to springtime and those delicious pic-a-nic lunches that
come with it. I know there is a typo SOMEWHERE in this story, but I can't
remember where, so if you find it... deal with it!  :)

You can find more of my stories at either
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Pamistuf OR http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www, courtesy
of Rui Jorge who maintains my little corner of that wonderful world of erotica.


The Picnic Lunch by Pami (M/F, exhib, oral)

She glanced over at him.  His blond hair seemed almost white in the sunlight. 
His blue eyes twinkled at her..."Patience has never been your strong suit, my
dear," he said, smiling at her.

"I know, but isn't that one of my many charms...usually?" she joked back at
him.

They were walking in the park.  It was a gorgeous summer day in July, not too
hot, and not even too humid.  Just right for relaxing in the sun or the shade
of one of the many leafy trees that bordered the paths.  She was clad in a
sleeveless romper that was covered in a crazy floral pattern.  She looked like
a petunia patch had exploded on her, he had told her when he picked her up. 
Her long golden brown hair was loose, just as she knew he preferred it.  He was
wearing just a plain blue t shirt and khaki shorts.  Although she thought he
looked good in anything he wore, he had on those damn flip-flop sandals that
she simply couldn't stand.  He was definitely the looker of the two, although
she had, on occasion, turned a head or two.

"Please, please, please..."  she begged, looking at him with a teasing glint in
her eyes.  Her eyes were one of the most expressive things about her...he had
told her once that he could see right through her when he looked into them. 
When she was upset, her eyes looked drenched with tears, even when they were
dry.  When she was angry, they were as cold as any ice chip you had ever seen. 
When she was happy, they danced and sparkled, like they were doing right now.

He laughed, "Why?  Give me one good reason..."

"I'll be your best friend," she quickly replied, in the singsong voice of a
child.

She grabbed his hand and they stopped walking.  She looked serious all of a
sudden, and said, "I'll ALWAYS be your friend...you know that, right?"

He marveled at her mood changes...how could someone go from happy to sad to
giddy to serious, all in the span of ten minutes.  "Women," he thought to
himself, "can't live with them, can't hit  -~em with a car."  Outwardly,
however, he looked at her and told her that he knew they would always share a
unique connection.

She smiled back at him, and pulled him by the hand.  They had been standing
near the edge of a wooded glade.  She dragged him about ten feet into the
woods, just behind a clump of large bushes.  Anyone walking by could see their
heads, but that was about it.  She ran her hand down his chest, and nestled it
on top of his cock.  "Ahh..." she thought, "THIS is what I'm in the mood for!"

"WHAT are you doing, you evil wench?!" he practically shouted at her, although
he certainly didn't try to remove her hand, which had started to curl around
his prick.

She looked up at him and reminded him, "Well, YOU were supposed to bring me
lunch...and I AM hungry."  She smirked at him, and her hand felt him jump
underneath her touch.  "Wouldn't you like to feed me?"

"Here?!!  Now?!!"  he couldn't believe her.  He had always known how horny she
could get at the most inopportune moments, but he certainly didn't want to get
caught with his pants down in the middle of the city park at 3 o'clock in the
afternoon.  Of course, as he said it, he felt his cock twitch and start to
harden.

"Yes...here...now..."she answered back, and with that she unzipped his shorts
and let them fall to the ground.  She caressed his prick with her hand as they
both looked down at it growing in her grasp.  "I am so glad you don't wear
underwear" she told him, "and you do have SUCH a pretty cock."  She looked up
at him with that statement and could see his pupils dilating to cover the blue
of his eyes.

"Ahhh...oooohhh..." he moaned as her talented fingers ran up and down the
length of his dick.   He felt the telltale twitching of it growing harder and
thicker for her, and damn, it felt good!

He glanced around the area, and saw a young couple walking down the path in
their general direction, pushing a baby carriage ahead of them. 
"Stop...stop..." he growled at her, trying to dislodge her hand and gesturing
towards the approaching family.

She smiled mischievously at him, and suddenly dropped to her knees, engulfing
the head of his cock into her mouth.  "OH MY GOD!" he exclaimed rather loudly,
as the couple looked over at him in curiosity.  He wondered what they thought
of the strange man in the bushes making the crazy sounds.  Then he stopped
caring, as she flicked her tongue over that sensitive spot at the base of the
head of his cock, and he grabbed her hair in his growing passion.

She licked up and down the shaft of his cock, marveling again at how beautiful
it was.  So many dicks that she had seen were ugly...not that she had seen THAT
many, of course, but she was far from being a virgin.  And she shuddered as she
remembered what this one felt like inside of her.  He had a way of thrusting it
into her, rubbing against her special spot inside with every stroke, making her
crazy with passion.

She took the head into her mouth again, and used her hand to stroke his shaft. 
He knew what she was doing...she wanted a taste of his pre-cum.  "She is so
fucking amazing," he thought.  He had met women who loved the taste of his
semen before, but this one really got into it.  She worked his prick like a
master...mistress...like she knew exactly what to do to turn him on.

As if on cue, she gulped and drove her mouth further down his shaft.  She
couldn't deep throat him just yet, but she kept trying.  She could get all but
the last inch into her mouth.  She held him there, flicking her tongue around
him in the manner she knew he loved.  She was getting better, she thought to
herself.  Oh....ahhh...there's a taste, she thought, as a small moan escaped
her.  She glanced up at him and saw those intense eyes looking down at her. 
Those eyes that could be so icy were hot with passion.  He wasn't going to try
to stop her now, she thought.

"Did you get a taste?" he inquired in his low passion-filled voice.  

She stopped sucking him briefly, and stood up.  She kept holding his cock with
her right hand, and with her left she reached around his neck and drew his head
down to hers.  She kissed him deeply, and she felt his tongue snake into her
mouth.  She smiled as she ended the kiss.  "Does that answer your question?" 
she breathily responded.

"Get back down there and suck my cock," he told her with a smile on his face.

"As my lord commands," she teasingly retorted, as she dropped to her knees
again.  She took both of her hands and ran them across his ass, cupping a cheek
in each hand.  She could feel the light downy hairs caressing her palms....and
she loved it.

He gulped as he felt her fingers run up and down the crack of his ass.  He
liked the feeling, it made him hornier, if possible, but always made him feel
slightly vulnerable.  He knew that she was aware of this, and that was why she
did it.  He remembered her telling him one time that one of the reasons she
loved giving head so much was that she was in complete control of the man.  She
liked to know that she was the one giving the pleasure, instead of him taking
it.  It was a small difference, she had told him, but one that meant quite a
bit to her.

"Uhhhh...ohhhh...god....it feels so GOOD..." he groaned in a low tone.  She
heard him and grinned to herself.  She could feel his balls tightening just a
bit.  She sucked harder, letting the saliva coat him freely, making her mouth
wet as her pussy got when they were making love.  "That's right", he said,
"Suck me...suck me...ohh...."  He thrust his prick back and forth into her
mouth faster and faster.

He looked around, at the trees, the sky, the grass.  The colors seemed sharper
than usual.  The scents of the woods...the damp, the floral aromas...it all
smelled stronger than normal.  He thought about everything he could except the
way she was going down on him.  He wanted to prolong it if he could, but then
she combined the suction of her mouth with the butterfly flick of her tongue,
and he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

She grinned as his precum flowed faster now, mixing with her saliva so much
that she swallowed it down.  She adored the taste of it.  "What a sick girl I
am," she thought.  "And he loves me this way," she added as an afterthought.

"Ohhh....Ahhh....NOW!" he yelled, as the sperm shot out of the end of his cock
in to her waiting mouth.  

She didn't miss a beat, continuing to suck gently as she felt spurt after spurt
of him empty in her mouth.  She held it there, until the spasm stopped.  She
then gently took his hand and placed it on her throat.  He glanced down at her
and groaned again as he watched, and felt, her swallow his load of semen down. 


She then leaned forward on took his softening prick back into her mouth and
cleansed him.  She sucked gently on him, because she knew how sensitive he got
after his climax.  His whole body jerked as her tongue bathed him.  "God, does
she know how to finish a blow job," he thought admiringly.  

He finally pushed her away because he couldn't stand it anymore.  She stood up
and looked him in the eye.  "Now THAT'S the best picnic lunch I've ever had,"
she smirked at him.  "Can we do it again soon?"

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