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PICNICS
I lived in a small town in the Midwest. I loved
the countryside and the open areas. There were a
number of state parks around, and I liked to go
and pack a lunch, and sit in the middle of nowhere
and eat lunch, enjoying nature.
On weekends in the summer, I would pack a picnic
lunch, and go to a park, and kick back and relax
and eat slowly, watching the local forest
inhabitants staring at me from the nearby trees. I
found some very remote, very serene meadows and
streams. The area was lovely.
One Saturday, I went over to my sister's house,
picnic lunch packed and ready. I asked if anyone
wanted to go with me. No one, it seemed, had time
to go enjoy nature with me. Except my nephew,
Charles. Charles was a handsome young man, and I
welcomed his company. Wearing only a white T-shirt
and a white pair of shorts to compliment my light
pink halter and pink shorts, we took off in my car
and drove away in silence.
I decided to head for one of the small clearings
where there was a gentle stream running into a
small lake. I loved that area in particular.
Remote and undisturbed, the area was basically
just forest and small furry animals watching from
the nearby trees.
Charles and I set up the blanket beside the small
lake, and lay back and enjoyed the glen for a few
minutes. The day was warm, hot, even, and I was
glad I hadn't worn any heavier clothing.
"Hey, this would be a nice day for a swim,"
Charles said. "That lake sure looks inviting."
He was a muscular young man, brown hair, blue
eyes, long, hairy legs. I thought about a swim,
and realized, there wasn't a change of clothes or
swimming gear in the car.
"Yes, it would be," I said. "Too bad we didn't
bring any swimming trunks."
He looked at me, looking up and down my body. The
look was calculating, as if he could see right
through my clothes.
"We could go skinny-dipping," he said, his voice
slightly cracking.
I could feel my eyebrows crease as I looked at
him. I laughed.
"Yes, indeed, we could, but, I don't feel like
being on display in the middle of nowhere."
"No one comes here, anyway, and no one's going to
look," he countered.
"You would," I said with a sheepish grin.
"So? It's not like it's not something I haven't
seen before."
I laughed even louder. "I bet," I said. "You sound
like you've really been around, Chuck."
He frowned. "OK, bad idea, I guess, but, I'm going
to go for a swim!"
With that, he stood and moved a little toward the
lake. I watched as he peeled his T-shirt over his
head, and then kicked off his sneakers. He peeled
his socks off, then hooked his hands in his white
shorts. He peeled them down to his ankles, and all
he was wearing was a tiny pair of briefs. I could
clearly see the outline of his butt. Nice ass, I
thought in the back of my mind.
He turned and looked at me. I could see the bulge
of his dick in his shorts. It looked to me like he
was getting hard. He stood there, and then, moving
slowly, he reached down and hooked his thumbs and
fingers in the band of his jockey shorts.
I was staring right at his crotch as he tugged at
the elastic band, and was rewarded by a great
display of pubic hair, then, his semi-hard cock
suddenly poked up. His balls hung low and hairy,
swaying gently as his body moved.
He stooped and kicked off his jockey shorts,
standing there naked. I looked him over. Jeez, I
thought, this was quite a nice body I was looking
at, and I could feel a familiar tingling in my
pussy as he stood there. Then, he turned, and I
was rewarded with a view of his muscular ass as he
took a few steps to the edge of the water and
walked in.
I was hot then, turned on and physically hot. I
stood and peeled my halter top off, then my shoes
and socks, my breasts free and my nipples hard
from the sudden exposure to the air, and from
Charles' exposure of his cock.
My nipples were sticking out and hard and brown.
Charles turned and looked at me as I pulled my
shorts down. I could see his cock and balls; he
was in the water of the small lake only up to his
thighs. His eyes widened as I peeled off my
panties. He smiled, a crooked, amazed grin on his
face.
I stepped toward the water, and he moved farther
away, to the point where the cool water was just
touching his heavy-hanging balls. His balls
tightened right away, and it turned me on to
watch. My pussy was wet. My nephew was turning me
on!
We splashed around in the water for a few minutes,
and then, he came closer to me, splashing water on
me, making my nipples very hard from the cold
water.
"Your nipples are hard," he said with a choked
voice.
I looked at his cock, sticking straight up. "So is
your penis," I said in retort.
He shrugged. "It happens," he said.
I knew that for sure. We climbed back onto the
grass and lay in the sun. I looked at his hard
cock throbbing, so close to me, as he lay there.
It was pointing right at me, throbbing, and he was
staring at my pussy. My pussy was wet and hot, and
it needed some attention! I wondered what he would
do if I played with myself, if he would jack off
while I watched. That would be OK, I thought.
But, there was more. He leaned toward me and ran
his hand along my thigh. I didn't stop him at all.
I wanted to stop him, and at the same time, didn't
want to stop him. It was wrong, I told myself, but
that voice was overridden by my pussy!
He touched my pussy, and I got up and whirled
around, my face close to his cock. We lay there in
a sixty-nine position, his hard, throbbing dick
right in my face. I reached out and grabbed it at
the base, just as he touched my pussy lips with
his warm fingers. I moved my head down and flicked
my tongue out at his hairy balls.
It was clear to me that he didn't know what to do,
and had probably never eaten or touched a pussy in
his life.
"Stick your finger in, kinda slow," I said. Then,
I moved my tongue to the base of his cock, and
traveled up to the throbbing, wet purple head of
it. I sucked it into my mouth, moving my tongue
around on it as I took it all the way to the back
of my throat.
His body jerked, and he stuck his finger in me,
and I came, just as his cock suddenly jerked and
shot a load of hot cum in my mouth. Again and
again, he shot load after hot, salty load of cum
at the back of my throat.
His finger stopped moving in and out of my pussy,
and I let go of his cock. I was satisfied, for
now, and I was sure he was, too.
But, he had to learn a few more things. That day,
I showed him how to eat pussy. And, the week after
that, when we went on another picnic. I showed him
how to fuck. We go on a picnic every week now.
--- Gloria R., Des Moines, IO
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