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The Picnic Lunch by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)


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 marvelled 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, 
marvelling 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 into 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?" 

