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Picnic
by Kate Wordworth (address withheld)
***
Two young ladies invite a young man to a woodland
picnic in the hope of seducing him. (FFM, exh)
***
The morning had started bright and sunny with hardly a
cloud in the sky. The girls had arisen from their beds,
and had showered and dressed by 9.30. They took their
breakfast of coffee and buttered toast on the terrace,
sitting opposite each other with the low onyx-topped
table between them.
Jane was helping herself to more coffee. She was
wearing a cornflower blue silk blouse. The blouse was
almost transparent, the white lacy on the top of her
camisole was showing through it.
Looking over at her friend as she nibbled at a slice of
toast, Susan could see she was not wearing a bra, she
could clearly discern the shape of Jane's nipples
beneath the two thin layers of silky fabric.
"It's going to be very hot this afternoon," Jane said,
placing her feet on the edge of the table.
"Yes, it's quite warm already," Susan replied, as she
unbuttoned the single button on her white linen jacket
and leaned back on her chair, causing her breasts to
thrust out against her white silky blouse.
"I hope you are not going to our picnic dressed like
that," Jane said, observing that Susan wasn't wearing
anything underneath her blouse; the coral pink aureoles
and perky tips of her firm breasts were clearly visible
beneath the sheer, lustrous material.
"Dressed like what?" Susan asked.
"Wearing a see-through blouse with nothing beneath."
"Well, you yourself said it was going to be hot this
afternoon."
"That's hardly the point," Jane said, drawing back the
hem of her royal blue, knee-length skirt until it
rested on her slender thighs.
Emulating her friend, Susan placed her feet at the edge
of the table and pulled up her black cotton skirt until
the hem lay across her hips, exposing her long,
suntanned legs and her white silk french knickers. "I'm
really looking forward to today's picnic," she said.
"David is quite a dish, isn't he?"
Jane nodded in agreement.
"How old do you think he is?" Susan asked.
"24. 25 at the most, I'd guess."
"He's got a terrific bod, very muscular."
"I wonder if he has a big willie?" Jane ventured.
At the mention of David's penis, Susan felt a tingling
thrill race through her body. "Oh yes, I should imagine
it's very long and thick."
"Oh, Susan!" Jane laughed, noticing that Susan's
nipples had stiffened and were now jutting out against
her blouse. "Look at your boobs!"
Susan was well aware of her state of arousal. She
raised her hands to her breasts and gently cupped them,
her thumbs stroking the silky fabric of her blouse
against her nipples. "It's your fault for bringing up
the subject of David's willie," Susan replied, pouting
her full lips at her friend.
"Cool down, for goodness sake," Jane playfully
admonished her, a teasing smile spreading across her
face. "If you're not careful you'll be creaming those
gorgeous knickers."
"Do you like them?" Susan asked, as she moved her hands
down to finger the scallops of white lace that
decorated the hems of the loose legs of her knickers.
"Yes, they're absolutely divine. I'm sure they're
heavenly to wear."
"I had them made to order at Harvey's, they were rather
expensive."
"Oh, don't tell me how much they were," Jane said,
feigning a sulk. "You'll have me turning green with
envy."
"They cost over £100." Susan laughed as she lazily
trailed her fingertips across her abdomen. "I charged
them to Mother's account."
"Gosh!" Jane exclaimed. "And here's yours truly having
to make do on the £50 a month clothing allowance my
father sends me."
"Poor you!"
"Although, I have to admit," Jane continued, running
her hand over her short-cropped black hair, "if I see
something that really takes my fancy, like the new
camisole and panties set I'm wearing today, I can
usually cajole Daddy into paying for it."
"Umm, new undies. Show, Jane, do!"
Complying with Susan's request, Jane parted her legs to
reveal a pair of ice-blue, bikini-style panties. The
panties were almost transparent, enough for Jane's
black pubic hair to show through. As she opened her
legs wider, the silky fabric stretched taut between
them. Susan gazed admiringly at the peach-like bulge
between her friend's leg where the panties had moulded
to her labia like a second skin.
"Lovely," Susan declared. "I'm sure David will fully
appreciate such a delightful sight."
"And what makes you think David is going to see my
panties?" Jane asked as she closed her legs.
"Oh, I know you well enough darling. I'm sure you will
contrive a way of offering him a look up your skirt at
some point during our picnic."
Both girls broke into a fit of giggling, which only
stopped when the maid appeared on the terrace. They
removed their feet from the table as she approached
them.
"Have you finished your breakfasts, Miss Susan, Miss
Jane?" she asked.
"Yes Jenny, you can clear the table now." Susan
answered.
Jenny placed the crockery and the coffee pot on the
silver tray.
"If I may be permitted to say Miss Susan," she said,
though not looking at Susan to see if she had given her
consent before she continued. "I think you would be
wise to cover yourself up. Your mother is on her way
down, and you know Her Ladyship's views on personal
modesty."
"Yes, you're right Jenny." Susan said, rising to her
feet. She buttoned her jacket, and ran her hands
through her blond shoulder-length hair. "We don't want
to start the day on the wrong foot."
Lady Dovescote was already sitting in the armchair by
the fireside, reading the morning paper, when the girls
entered the lounge.
"Who is this young man you have invited to your picnic
this afternoon Susan?" Her mother asked, putting down
her newspaper.
"Oh Mother, I've already told you twice." Susan
replied. "His name is David Carswell, and he is staying
at Whitestone Manor as a guest of Sir Richard."
"That's all well and good," her mother said. "But what
does he do?"
"David works in the city Mother, he's some kind of
accountant. He does a lot of work for Sir Richard. He's
only staying over until tomorrow, that's why we invited
him to our picnic today."
"I do wish you would let Jenny chaperone you. She has
very little to do today. I'm sure I won't miss her. You
know I don't approve of two 18 year-old girls
picnicking in the woods with a young man of whom they
appear to know very little. I don't want to be worrying
about the pair of you all afternoon."
"We're going in the mini moke, there will be no room
for Jenny. If you are that worried about our safety,
why don't you phone Sir Richard and ask his opinion of
David?" Susan said, knowing that her mother would do no
such thing.
"Very well then," her mother relented. "I'll tell Cook
to pack a hamper for you. She can prepare salad
sandwiches, and there is a veal and ham pie in the
larder that you can take."
Lady Dovescote was about to resume reading her morning
paper when she looked up at Susan again, as though she
had just remembered something.
"By the way," she said. "I don't suppose either of you
have seen the parcel that arrived last Saturday. It
contained a pair of french knickers. I couldn't recall
ordering them. I was going to return them, but now I
can't find the parcel. I'm almost certain I left it on
the table in the hall."
"Oh Mother, your memory is getting worse than ever,"
Susan declared.
"I'm only 39 years of age dear. Senile dementia can
hardly be setting in just yet." Lady Dovescote chided
her daughter. "And I can remember the last time I
purchased a pair of french knickers; your father was
still alive at the time, and he's been gone over three
years now. And I also remember you borrowing those very
same knickers to wear at the "Vicars and Tarts Ball" at
the Young Farmers' Institute last Christmas - and it
was quite some time before you returned them, as I
recall."
"Jane and I will keep an eye out for your parcel. I'm
sure it will eventually turn up somewhere," Susan said,
hastily drawing a line under the subject.
**
The girls had arranged to meet David Carswell at
Crofter's Wood, which marked the boundary between Lady
Dovescote and Sir Richard's property at the
southernmost point of the Dovescote estate. Susan's
family had used the grassy dell in the wood as a picnic
site for as far back as she could remember. Her father
had set up a sturdy wooden table there, with bench-type
seats attached to it.
David was already waiting for them when the girls
arrived in the moke. He was wearing a white, short-
sleeved shirt and a pair of fawn-coloured trousers;
looking even more handsome than when the girls had
first met him whilst out riding the previous Sunday
afternoon.
Jane climbed out of the moke, leaving Susan to carry
the hamper and woollen travelling rug.
"Hello Jane," David greeted her as she approached him.
"How nice to see you again. I must say you are looking
rather stunning today."
"Thank you," she replied.
"I do like your blouse. May I?" he asked. Without
waiting for her consent, he reached towards her and
placed his hand on her hip just above the waistband of
her skirt.
Jane experienced an involuntary shudder as David gently
stroked her blouse against the silky camisole beneath
before withdrawing his hand as Susan approached them.
"Hello David," she greeted him with a coy smile on her
face.
"Hi Susan," he replied. "I was just complimenting Jane
on her appearance. And I must say that you too look
absolutely ravishing."
Susan led the way down the woodland path to the dell.
Jane and David followed, her arm linked through his.
When they reached the dell Susan placed the hamper and
the rug on the end of the picnic table. David sat down
next to where Susan had begun unpacking the hamper.
Jane sat down next to him.
"Oh do hurry up Susan," Jane said. "I'm famished. We've
had nothing to eat since breakfast."
Cook had packed two bottles of lemonade in the hamper;
but Susan had taken them out and put in two bottles of
wine in their place.
"Allow me," David said, taking a bottle the corkscrew
out of the hamper. He uncorked the bottle and poured
the wine out equally out into the three large glasses
that Susan had placed on the table.
Susan filled three plates with salad sandwiches and a
generous slice of veal and ham pie, and sat down
opposite David and Jane who had already started
drinking their wine.
The three of them chatted as they ate. David kept the
girls entertained with amusing tales concerning life in
the city. Jane, herself a city person, chipped in with
a few anecdotes; but Susan said very little, afraid
that talking about her country lifestyle would seem
rather boring in comparison to David and Jane's tales
of city life.
"I'm getting very warm now," Susan said, as David
uncorked the second bottle of wine. "I think I'll take
off my jacket."
She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off, folding
it neatly and placing it on the bench alongside her.
She saw David's eyes widening appreciably when he
realised that she was not wearing anything under her
blouse. Throughout the rest of their meal she noticed
that his eyes kept returning to her breasts at regular
intervals.
Much to her vexation, Jane too had noticed David's
overt interest in Susan's breasts.
During the earlier stages of their meal she had
casually brushed her leg against David's a couple of
times, to which David had shown no response.
After her friend had removed her jacket, she pressed
her leg up against his and left it there in an attempt
to divert his attention from Susan's breasts, but this
too drew no reaction from David.
When they finished their meal, Susan stood up and took
the travelling rug over to a spot in the sun, where she
shook it out and let it fall onto the grass. She then
walked back to the table and placed her hands on
David's shoulders.
"Come on David, let's lie in the sun for a while," she
said.
"Good idea," David replied, standing up and swinging
his leg over the bench seat. "I'm afraid I don't get
much time for sunbathing. I'll make the most of it
while I have the chance."
He walked over to where the rug was spread out on the
grass, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so.
Jane made to get up, intending to join them; but with a
wave of her hand Susan motioned her to stay where she
was.
David was stretched out shirtless on the rug as Susan
walked over. Seeing that his eyes were closed, she took
a long look at his body. Although it was plain to see
that he hadn't done any sunbathing that summer, she
could tell that he had spent a lot of time in the gym;
she pursed her lips in admiration as she feasted her
eyes on his pectoral muscles and his six-pack stomach.
Susan lay down on the rug next to him, leaving a two
foot gap between them.
Sensing her presence, David opened his eyes and sat up
facing her, his elbow digging into the rug as he
propped up his head with the palm of his hand.
"You make a really pretty picture lying there like that
Susan." His gaze focused on her pale blue eyes for a
few seconds, and then his eyes moved down to her
sensuously full lips.
"You don't mind if I gaze at you for a while, do you?"
he asked.
"Be my guest," she said, closing her eyes.
"No, don't close your eyes - they fascinate me."
"Oh my, you are a charmer, aren't you!" She said,
opening her eyes again.
"Maybe. But I can assure you that the sole driving-
force behind my charm offensive is the beautiful young
lady lying in front of me," he replied, looking
directly into her eyes.
Susan felt her cheeks start to flush.
"Oh, I've made you blush," he said, putting the back of
his hand to her face and gently running his fingers
down her cheek. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you."
"No, not at all," she replied, fully aware that it was
excitement rather than embarrassment that was causing
her face to flush. "I could listen to you all
afternoon."
"May I kiss you?" he asked.
"You may, or you may not," she replied, leaving him in
no doubt that his next move would be have to be
entirely of his own initiative.
David immediately drew closer to her. Susan took a deep
breath as he placed his hands on the rug for support
and slowly leaned towards her. She felt her heart
beating faster as his face loomed nearer and nearer
until their lips finally met. He kissed her gently, his
lips barely touching hers, causing her to experience a
tingling sensation at the corners of her mouth.
David withdrew his lips from hers until they were a six
inches or so away from her. His hand brushed a couple
of stray wisps of blonde hair from her face as he moved
in to kiss her again. This time it was a much more
passionate kiss. Susan's lips yielded to his, inviting
him to take full advantage of her rising passion. David
did not disappoint her; they were soon ardently kissing
each other.
"You kiss like an angel," David complimented her as he
broke off their kissing and assumed a sitting position.
"Oh, don't stop - flattery will get you everywhere,"
she murmured impishly.
"And does everywhere mean everywhere?"
"We'll see," she replied, a wry smile playing on her
lips. "But first I'll have some more kisses please."
Jane was annoyed at Susan for not inviting her to join
her and David on the rug. After a few minutes brooding,
she threw her legs over the bench seat and turned to
face them. She was not in the least surprised to see
her friend and David locked in a passionate embrace.
David again ended their kissing, and sat up abruptly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Susan watched him
adjusting the front of his trousers; she noticed the
bulge there was quite large. David gazed at her
breasts; he could see that Susan's nipples were fully
erect, poking out against the sheer, lustrous fabric of
her blouse. He moved in closer and placed his hand on
her shoulder, from where he slowly slid it down the
sleek silky blouse until he was cupping her breast. He
ran his thumb around the circumference of her aureole.
"Ooooh!" Susan could not withhold a sigh of pleasure as
David began to thumb the silky fabric against the
swollen tip of her breast.
"Such beautiful nipples," he said softly, as he moved
his hand over to her other breast. "I've just got to
kiss them."
"Yes please," she murmured, closing her eyes in
anticipation.
As David started to unbutton Susan's blouse he looked
over to where Jane was sitting, and saw that she was
watching them; he noticed that her legs were slightly
parted.
Jane was taken by surprise when she saw David looking
over at her; but she quickly regained her composure,
and smiled at him as she parted her legs further,
affording him an unobstructed view up her skirt.
"Would you like me to do it?" Susan asked, her eyes
still closed as David fiddled about with the top button
of her blouse.
"No, no. I want to do it myself," David replied,
turning his full attention back to her.
Jane threw her legs over the bench seat, and sat with
her back to them as David began kissing Susan's
breasts. She was fuming: angry with herself for opening
her legs to David's gaze, and more so at him in that he
hadn't even acknowledged her provocative gesture.
Moving from one breast to the other, David gently
kissed Susan's nipples, flicking his tongue against
them as he did so. Sensing the height of her arousal
from the soft, purring noises she was making, he placed
his hand on her waist and slowly moved it down her
skirt. Susan closed her legs as David put his hand
under the hem of her skirt and began to stroke her leg
just above her knee. He sucked on her nipple, taking it
completely into his mouth as his hand travelled up her
leg as far as her thigh.
Fully aware that they had now reached the point of no
return, Susan opened her legs a little. Accepting her
invitation, David moved his hand up further until his
fingers reached the lace on the hem of her knickers.
"Mmm, silk," he said, as his fingertips travelled over
the lace and on to the loose leg of her knickers. "You
are a precocious young lady."
Susan opened her eyes and looked over at Jane, who was
sitting with her back to them and was pouring the last
of the wine into her glass.
"Kiss me, please, David," she begged him as she opened
her legs wider.
David kissed her as he moved his hand inside of the leg
of her knickers. Susan was trembling with passion as
his fingers came into contact with her labia. Her
tongue entered his mouth as he ran his middle finger up
and down her slit, gently easing open her labial lips,
allowing her vaginal juices to seep out and moisten
them. She broke off their kissing as his finger worked
its way into the top of her slit and located her
clitoris.
"That's so nice," she purred, as David ran his finger
in a circular movement around her pleasure bud. David
moved his head down to her breasts, and began kissing
her nipples again as he skilfully teased her clitoris.
"Yes, yes, keep doing that." She gasped.
David moved his finger faster, increasing the pressure
on her clitoris. Susan was loosing all control as she
felt her orgasm approaching. Her thighs began opening
and closing rapidly, and her moans of pleasure became
louder.
"Oh, yes, yes...Ooh, oooh, ooooh. Yes, yes, yes."
David continued to manipulate her clitoris after she
had climaxed, slowing down his finger movements as her
orgasm gradually subsided. He then moved his finger
down, and eased it between her lips into her vagina.
"Nice and wet. And so inviting," he said.
"Are you going to..." Susan's voice trailed off.
"Fuck you?" He smiled, looking directly into her eyes.
"Yes, I'm going to fuck you Susan - that is, if you
want me to?"
Susan nodded her consent, her eyes focusing on the
bulge in his trousers.
"Yes, I am rather big in the trouser snake department,"
he said, noticing where her gaze was fixed. "We will
need something to put under your bottom, so that I'll
be able to enter you fully."
"There's a small pillow in the moke, Mother uses it to
sit on when she's driving. Will that do?" She asked.
"That will be perfect," he replied. "I'll go and fetch
it."
"No, I'll ask Jane to go for it. I want some more of
your attention. Some more kisses."
"Yes, well, there are a couple of places that I haven't
kissed yet." He grinned as he removed his hand from up
her skirt.
"Jane!" Susan called over to her friend.
Jane turned around. "What do you want?"
"Be a darling, and go and get the pillow from the
moke."
Jane stood up, and walked over to where they were lying
on the rug.
"Why can't you go yourself?" She asked curtly.
"I would, but we are rather busy at the moment," Susan
replied, hitching up her skirt, and pulling her
knickers down her legs and over her ankles in one swift
movement.
Jane turned on her heels, and walked off down the
woodland path.
When Jane returned with the pillow, Susan's skirt and
blouse were lying next to her knickers on the rug.
David had stripped down to his white cotton shorts; his
head was between Susan's legs, which were wide open
with her bended knees pointing outwards. Susan's eyes
were closed and her mouth was open, her head slowly
moving from side to side.
Jane tossed the pillow down on the rug, and walked
towards the picnic table with Susan's cries of pleasure
ringing in her ears as David's tongue brought her to a
climax.
Rising to his knees, David picked up Susan's discarded
knickers.
"May I?" He asked.
Susan nodded.
David wiped his lips with the knickers, and then held
them between his teeth as he hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his short and slid them off.
Susan gasped as her eyes focused on his penis. Although
it was not fully erect, it was at least seven inches
long, and so thick that she was sure her hand would not
fully fit around it.
David took the knickers from his mouth and wrapped them
around his penis.
Susan could see David's penis rapidly stiffening,
adding a couple more inches to its length, as he
stroked her knickers up and down the shaft until the
skin on its bulbous, purple head was stretched so tight
that it looked as shiny as the silk he was rubbing
around it.
Having brought himself to full erection, David placed
the knickers down on top of Susan's blouse, and reached
for his trousers. He took a tinfoil package from his
trouser pocket, and ripped it open.
"I see you've come fully prepared," Susan said, as he
slipped the contraceptive sheath out of its envelope.
"Yes, I always carry a couple of condoms around with me
- not that I was expecting to use them today," he
quickly added. "I'm a strong advocate of safe sex – it
ensures peace of mind, for both persons."
"Where do you want me to put this pillow?" Susan asked
as he rolled the condom down his penis.
David asked her to sit up. He placed the pillow under
the small of her back, and gently laid her back down on
the rug.
Susan wriggled her bottom, and settled herself on the
pillow.
"Are you comfy?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied, opening wide her legs.
David knelt down and positioned himself between her
legs. Grasping his condom-clad penis, he placed the tip
against her labial lips and ran it up and down her
slit.
"Open yourself for me," he asked her.
Susan put her hand between her legs, and with a finger
each side of her labia she opened her lips to reveal
her moist, pink vaginal passage.
David placed the head of his penis at her opening and
gave a little push, but progressed no further.
"Brace yourself, I'll have to push hard to enter you."
"Perhaps you are too big for me," Susan said
apprehensively.
"No. You've had two orgasms, you should be wet enough.
Once I get the end inside you, the rest will slid in
easily," he assured her.
Susan eased back her bottom on the pillow. Bending her
knees, she placed the soles of her feet firmly on the
rug.
"Go on then," she said. "But try not to hurt me."
Holding his penis at her entrance, he gave a sharp
thrust.
Susan gasped as the head of his penis entered her
vagina, stretching her labial lips to their full
extent.
"Mmm, that's lovely." David let out a sigh of pleasure,
the head of his penis cocooned in the warmth of her
vagina.
"You're stretching me," Susan cried. "I don't think I
can take it."
"You'll be all right. I'll ease it in a little at a
time."
Susan closed her eyes and held her breath as he slowly
inched the shaft of his penis into her. She felt full
to bursting point, yet her insides were burning with
desire. She expelled her breath, and immediately felt
the muscles in her vagina gripping his penis as the
last couple of inches slid inside her.
"I'm fully in now. Are you comfortable with it?"
"Yes, I think I'll be all right," she replied. "It hurt
at first, but now it feels nice, very nice."
David withdrew his penis three or four inches out of
her, and then slowly pushed it back in. He repeated the
movement, gradually building up the tempo, until Susan
started to respond by gently bucking her hips in rhythm
with his thrusts, eagerly accepting his full length
each time he pushed his penis back into her.
Susan started to purr with delight as he began to move
his hips a little faster, withdrawing his penis a full
six inches before plunging it back into her in a much
firmer manner. She opened her legs wider, and wrapped
her ankles around the back of his legs.
"Yes, yes," she cried. "Faster, faster, do it faster."
She looked up at David's face; his eyes were shut and
he had an ecstatic smile on his face as he repeatedly
thrust into her.
"Oh!" She gasped as his thrusts suddenly slowed down to
a standstill. "Don't stop, I was almost there then."
"My, you really are hot for it, aren't you?" He said as
he again started to move his penis in and out of her
vagina. He deliberately teased her, moving his hips
slowly, withdrawing his penis until just its head
remained inside her before slowly pushing his full
shaft back into her.
Endeavouring to get him to quicken his thrusts, Susan
tightened her ankles around his legs and began to buck
her hips at him each time he slid his penis back into
her.
"Yes, that's more like it," she told him as he began to
increase his tempo.
David bucked his hips faster. He managed to keep up his
momentum for a minute or so, until Susan's soft groans
of pleasure as she approached her orgasm tipped him
over the edge.
"I can't hang on any longer," he gasped. "I'm coming!"
In three powerful spurts he ejaculated into the teat of
the contraceptive deep inside Susan's vagina. Susan's
vaginal muscles were clutching his penis so tightly,
she could feel each spasm as he spurted into her.
"Don't stop, please," she begged.
David clenched his teeth and continued bucking his
hips.
"Yes, yes, keep going, keep going, ooh, ooh, yes, yes."
Spurred on by the noises Susan was making as she again
approached her climax, David summoned up one last burst
of energy.
"Oh yes...yes, yes, yes!" Susan cried aloud as the
thrill of her orgasm surged through her entire body
before David's thrusting slowly came to a halt.
"That was fantastic," David said as he lay on the rug
and rolled the contraceptive off his penis. "Thank
you."
"Thank you. It was super for me too."
David leaned over her and kissed her lips.
"You kiss like an angel, and fuck like a princess," he
said as he withdrew his lips from hers.
"I'll bet you say that to all your girlfriends." Susan
smiled.
"Only when they are genuine princesses," he said as he
sat up straight.
"If I am a princess, will you not grant me a royal
wish?" She asked.
"Your wish is my command, your royal highness," he
laughed.
"Princess Susan would like her prince to pleasure her
again with his big willie," she said, sitting up and
grasping his flaccid penis.
"Oh Susan, you are insatiable."
"No I'm not! If I do appear to be, it's because I don't
often meet someone who knows how to serve me so well."
She smiled at him as she slowly drew his foreskin back
and forth over the head of his penis. "Let me stroke
you with my knickers. I'll soon get you back to full
stiffness."
"Much as I'd love to have you fondle me with those
exquisite silk knickers of yours, I'm afraid that I
must decline your offer."
"Why?" she asked.
"I've only the one condom left. And I was rather hoping
to fuck Jane."
"No, don't waste it on her," she pouted her lips at
him, removing her hand from his penis. "Use it on me
again. I want this to be my special day."
"But it's a special day for me too," he said. "After
all, it's not everyday that I get the chance to fuck
two beautiful young ladies."
"Very well then," she said icily, rising to her feet.
"I'll leave you to it."
David looked over at Jane as Susan put on her blouse
and skirt.
"I'm going for a wee," Susan said, picking up her
knickers and walking off towards the bushes at the edge
of the dell.
David put on his shorts, and walked over to the picnic
table.
Jane was sitting with her elbows on the table, her head
resting in her hands.
"What's the matter Jane?" David asked as he sat down
next to her. "You seem fed up."
"Yes," she replied. "I'm fed up with being ignored."
"I hope you don't think I have been ignoring you."
"If going off with Susan and leaving me on my own was
not ignoring me, I don't know what is!"
"But that wasn't my fault. It was Susan's doing," he
said. "After all, she's your friend – you should know
what she's like."
"Oh yes, I know what she's like! She can be a selfish
little bitch at times."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"Where is she?" Jane asked, looking around for her
absent friend.
"She's gone for a pee," David replied. "She's in a bit
of a mood because I told her that I wanted to fuck
you."
"And what makes you think that I would be inclined to
let you?" Jane asked.
"Come on Jane," he smiled, placing his hand on her
shoulder and rubbing his thumb along the thin strap of
the camisole beneath her blouse. "Pressing your leg up
against me while we were eating - and you weren't
flashing your panties at me for nothing."
"I didn't think you had noticed," she said hesitantly.
"Oh yes, I noticed all right," David smiled as he moved
his hand down to her breast and gently cupped it.
"Mmm, your nipple is stiff already," he said, as he
thumbed her blouse against her camisole.
"And I'll bet it's not the only thing getting stiff
around here." Jane grinned mischievously as she slipped
her hand up the leg of his shorts and grasped hold of
his semi-erect penis.
"Come on, let's lie on the rug and get a little more
intimately acquainted with each other," David said,
removing his hand from her breast.
Jane gave his penis one last squeeze before they both
rose from the bench, and walked hand in hand towards
the rug.
**
When Susan returned to the dell she walked straight
over to the picnic table, where she began to carefully
place the plates and glasses back in the hamper. She
looked over at David and Jane as she put the empty wine
bottles and the remains of their meal in a plastic
carrier bag: they were lying on the rug, locked in a
passionate embrace. She was in no mind to watch them
enjoying themselves; nor did she feel inclined to sit
with her back to them, as Jane had done when it was her
whom David was pleasuring. When she had packed
everything away, she sat down and pondered for a couple
of minutes on what she should do. Finally deciding that
she would to go to the moke and wait for them there,
she arose from the bench and picked up her jacket and
the hamper.
She passed David and Jane on her way to the woodland
path. Jane's skirt and blouse lay on the rug; she was
lying in David's arms in her camisole and panties.
David was kissing her; his hand was between her legs,
his middle finger slowly moving up and down her labial
slit, gently working the thin silky fabric of her
panties into the lips of her vagina.
"I'll wait for you two in the moke," she said as she
passed them. "Don't forget to bring the rug and the
pillow when you've finished."
**
Susan had been sitting in the moke for half an hour or
so before she saw David and Jane emerging from the
woods, walking hand in hand down the path.
David walked Jane up to the moke, where they dropped
the pillow and travelling rug in the back. They
exchanged one last kiss before Jane climbed into the
passenger seat next to Susan.
"Thank you both for a wonderful afternoon," he said
when Jane had settled herself down and fastened her
seatbelt. "The picnic lunch was lovely, and the
desserts were superb."
"You're welcome," Jane smiled at him. "Speaking for
myself, I can assure you that the pleasure was all
mine."
"What about you Susan, did you enjoy yourself?" David
asked.
"Yes, I enjoyed myself," she said, her voice distinctly
lacking in enthusiasm.
"Well, I'd better get back to the manor. I still have a
few loose ends to tie up before I leave in the
morning."
"We'd best not detain you any longer then," Susan said
as she turned the key in the ignition and started-up
the moke's engine.
"Goodbye David." Jane gave a little wave and blew him a
kiss as they moved off.
"He's some guy, isn't he?" Jane asked as they drove
down the well-worn car track.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that."
"I wonder if we'll ever see him again."
"I doubt it," Susan replied. "We're probably just two
more notches on his willie."
"And what a wiilie he's got!" Jane declared. "You were
right when you said you thought it would be long and
thick. It's the biggest one I've ever had inside me."
"Me too," Susan said, brightening up a little.
"And he certainly knows how to use it. He brought me
off twice, two fantastic orgasms."
"I wonder which one of us he preferred?" Susan pondered
aloud.
"Actually, I did ask him that."
"And?" Susan asked in anticipation.
"He wouldn't say."
"Did he tell you that you kiss like and angel and fuck
like a princess?"
"No," Jane replied. "But when I asked him which of us
he liked best, he did say that my vagina was the
tightest."
"Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Susan scoffed. "You
know, I could have gone for him in a big way, if it
wasn't for his...."
"Cockiness?"
"Yes, that's the word I was looking for."
"Did he put his finger up your bottom?" Jane asked.
"No!" Susan exclaimed. "Although he did insist on
kissing me there when he had his head between my legs.
He didn't put his finger up your bum, did he?"
"Well, just a little way up."
"We'll soon be home now," Susan said as she turned onto
the driveway that led up to Dovescote Hall in the
distance.
"Good. I really need a shower," Jane said. "And a
change of underwear, I'm all gooey down there."
"Yes," Susan said. "We'll have a shower, and then go to
my room – and we can compare notes on David's
performance."
"You just want to hear more about him putting his
finger up my bottom, don't you?" Jane laughed.
"Yes – and I'm sure you would like to hear all the
compliments he gushed upon me while he was still unsure
of whether or not he was going to get into my
knickers."
Both girls broke into a fit of giggling, which lasted
throughout the rest of their drive to the hall.
- Kate Wordworth
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
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