The Picnic
We had spent the night together, an evening out to see a movie, an hour and a fifty minute drive to a seaside cinema, built in the sixty’s with Art-Deco styling. We were among less than a dozen patrons, so it offered a wonderfully intimate experience of the film. On return to Kathryn’s house we sat up drinking Tia Maria on ice and listening to Kate Bush and Billy Joel on vinyl. Waking up late I dressed and walked across the paddock to feed the chooks and horses, my parents had left to travel up to the Big Smoke for the weekend. I had a shower and changed out of my evening cloths into something more casual and comfortable. It was about one thirty in the afternoon when the phone rang, I picked it up Kathryn was on the end of the line “What’s taking you so long”? I told her I was taking care of a few things around the house, she said “Make sure you’ve got your walking shoes on”.
“Why”, I asked.
“Because we are going on a picnic”, and hung up the phone.
It was close to three o’clock when I headed back across the field. Kathryn was nowhere to be found, the car was gone so she must have headed into town to pick something up. On the kitchen counter was a large woven beach bag and on the front verandah was a canvas tarpaulin with a picnic blanket rolled up within it that formed a swag and two Folding Banana Lounge’s. On return she had with her cheese, bread and olives and cured meat, we packed cooler with a bottle of champagne and a Late Picked Vidello.
“Where are we headed, I asked.
“To the top paddock”, with a smile on her face.
The chairs were lashed together with a leather belt, which I slug across my shoulder, I slug the swag across the opposite shoulder and picked up the cooler. Kathryn grabbed a throw rug rolled it up and laid it in the top of the beach bag, collected two pillows and we set off. It was after four in the afternoon, a late breeze had arrived and the day was cooling down. Kathryn wore a bright yellow cotton sundress and I was wore jeans and a T-shirt. After a fifteen minute walk we arrived at the small clearing where it all began, our two abandoned houses were on the other side of the ridge and the nearest other neighbour was four kilometres away, we were alone free from the risk any intrusion.
We chose a spot under the trees opposite the stream, I rolled out the tarp and the blanket, as I set up the Banana lounges, Kathryn unpacked the Beach Bag opened the champagne and poured two glasses. We reclined in the chairs, with champagne in our hands and enjoyed the landscape. It was towards the end of summer and the land was painted in the arid colours of; bronze, cinnamon, chestnut, ochre, mahogany and umber. Kathryn had finished her glass and had gotten up to refill hers topping mine up in the process. Before she sat down she lifted up the dress on both sides, placed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down and off, following this she reached around and unclasped her bra, slipping her arms out of the straps and pulled her bra up and out saying.
“It’s too nice of an afternoon to to wear those”!
Kathryn sat back down on the lounge and with a wide grin and took a long sip of champagne. Kathryn’s sundress was not see-through, but the fabric revealed the lines and contours of her body, it was loose fitting, sleeveless with a wide neckline and thin shoulder straps, it’s bodice-style embraced her bosoms, however did not restrict them. The weave of the cotton revealed in detail the shape and size of her aroused nipples. Sitting, leaning back against the pillow with her legs crossed out in front of her along the lounge, Kathryn looked absolutely stunning. We opened the cheese, olives and cured meat, tore at the bread and ate our fill, in finishing the champagne we were both well past tipsy at that point. Kathryn said.
“Come with me I want to show you where I hid on those days”.
We walked across the field a short distance to the stream, then along to where we could enter into the creek bed. Kathryn led me to the spot from which she had spied on me, a twinge of embarrassment ran through me, Kathryn could see my discomfort and she reached out and embraced me, whispering.
“It was a beautiful thing to see”.
Leaning in she planted a gentle kiss upon my lips.
Kathryn planted another kiss, this time it was filled with desire and excitement, she bit my ear lobe and in a sultry voice whispered.
“It was the most erotic and the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen”.
Pulling back she had a mischievous smile that Loki himself would have been wary of.
“Come I want to show you another secret place just up from here”.
We walked a little further up the creek bed until a large boulder looked as if it would block our way. As we got closer to the boulder more of the creek bed came into view, as the stream turned at a right angle against the boulders face and followed it’s circumference. The space was cool, the walls rose up well above my head, and were covered in a native Maidenhair like Ferns with fine foliage, lacy, delicate and lush adding to the coolness.
Kathryn pulled me in close, pressed her body in tight and placed her lips to mine, with each breath and each new kiss our excitement grew. Kathryn had taken hold of my T-shirt and in between kisses and lifted it off, she ran her hands over my chest teasing my nipples. My hands had found their way under her dress, tracing the shape of her thighs, one hand in the cleft of her backside the other immersed in the soft flesh of her breast. Slipping the strap on her dress Kathryn exposed her bosom and offered it to me, as I brought my lips to her nipple, I inhaled her luscious perfume, my head spinning. With her breast in my mouth and her nipple located between my teeth, I bit down. Kathryn grabbed handfuls of my hair and forced her breast deeper into my mouth, arching back she released a scream of delight, her body trembling as I let her nipple slip from between my teeth before taking another bite, this time a louder more abandoned outcry of lustfulness. Lifting the sundress over Kathryn’s head she was now nude except for a pair of Blundstone’s on her feet.
Kathryn rested against the smooth surface of the bolder and beckoned me to her. I stepped forward into her arms as she raised them up around my neck, her exquisite breasts hung in two pendulous spheres united in their celestial orbits. Kathryn’s lust had been ignited, excited by the memories of the first time she witnessed her lover’s performance, and now she intended to appease the craving that had captivated her since that day. Kathryn wanted him, to take him in this place, the cool air felt wonderful against her skin, enlivening it. Increasing her responsiveness to his touch, she could feel his fingers immersing themselves into the soft flesh of her breasts as he kneaded their mass, sending astonishing flashes of fire through her body.
I stepped back from our embrace, despite the erection demanding its emancipation, my bladder was aching to be relieved of it’s burden. I went to excused myself saying nature calls, but Kathryn was in no mood to pause her lustful cravings, for the longest time Kathryn stood her eyes fixed upon mine, I went to leave and she obstructed my path. Kathryn slid her hands into the waistband of my jeans and unfastened the button and open them, inside my cock was straining against my underwear a large blot of pre-cum had soaked the fabric. Kathryn wrestled my jeans and underpants down, my cock caught in the waistband once freed, sprung up it’s head slapping against my abdomen before bobbing to rest. Kathryn lifted each leg from my jeans and tossed them to one side, she stood in close again her exposed breasts swaying with their nipples ready to explode form their citadels, reaching down she wrapped her fingers around my cock and spoke.
“Relieve yourself”.
“Relieve yourself, here and now”.
“I can’t”, I replied.
“Yes you can”.
“I’ve watched you three times lay in this field masturbating and spray your cum everywhere”.
“Now I want to watch you relieve yourself”.
“No I can’t”.
“Yes you can”.
“I want you to do it. I’ve seen you do things no one else has ever seen”.
“So do it”.
“Pee for Me”.
I stood struggling with comprehending what I was about to do, underlying the embarrassment was an under current of charged erotic power, my cock resting in Kathryn’s hand felt painfully hard and the pain in my bladder equally so. Kathryn waited expectantly, she gently retracted my foreskin back, it glided effortlessly over my head which was already wet with pre-cum. The pleasure from this action initiated an involuntary spasm releasing a rivulet of clear fluid, that shaped itself into a long teardrop suspended from the tip of my cock. Kathryn used her fingers to brush it away and in doing so sent another spasm racing through my cock, it stiffened in her hand with my head swelling replacing it with another spindling teardrop swinging from the tip. I told Kathryn that this was proving too much of a distraction and she resisted, leaving it to its own devices. I felt the sphincter on my bladder relax and a tingling throughout my urethra, I had to bear down and force my urine through the constricted tubing. Kathryn waited patiently and was eventually rewarded, it began with a dribble and once a flow was established quickly escalated into a stream. It required a sustained conscious effort to maintain it, and as I beared down it increased the force of the flow, my engorged head pinched at the stream as it passed through the eye of my cock fanning it vertically creating an impressive fountain of urine. Kathryn adjusted her grip feeling the turbulence of my piss surging through my meaty dick and directing the torrent at her will. Kathryn edged her hand along my cock until she could slide her index finger over it’s head, positioning it just above the eye. Kathryn pressed down changing the shape of the stream. It instantly it fanned out into a wide spray, she giggled, lifting her finger it returned to a single stream once again.
The image of Kathryn and her enthralment in playing with my pissing cock has not faded over time nor the erotic power of that memory. The volume and strength of the stream began to subside, dwindling until it was reduced to that of a leaking tap with drop after drop falling from the tip of my cock. Kathryn had the widest of smiles and a glint in her eyes, unbeknown to her I had not finished. I focused on squeezing my bladder sending a forceful muscular reaction along the length of my penis, a powerful jet of urine sped violently from the eye of my cock causing Kathryn to jump. I sent another powerful jet flying through the air to the sound of Kathryn’s approval, I managed to milk an additional four spritz of piss, emptying my bladder, Kathryn ecstatic with my performance.
“You’re full of surprises young man”.
Kathryn was shameless in her enjoyment of this deviant act, she stepped in front of me slid both hands down and grasped my testicles rolling them through her fingers, she then took the head of my wet cock and pressed it into the opening folds of her cunt. Lifting her arms around my neck she began with a series of urgent kisses, that built on the intensity with each kiss until I could taste the raging passion within her. I had Kathryn pinned against the bolder, the head of my cock rubbing back and forth over the wet hole of her cunt. I held her tight and whispered.
“It’s your turn to pee for me”.
Kathryn stared at me and I sensed that it was not a matter of if she should, but more of a decision of how far should she go.
“OK”
I released Kathryn from my embrace and stepped back, she was resting against the bolder. Kathryn spread her legs, bent her knees slightly, reaching down with both hands she opened the folds of her vagina, she said.
“Give me a minute don’t rush me”.
I had never witnessed a woman peeing before and my curiosity overrode all my hesitations. I moved in closer squatting down to eye level with Kathryn’s vagina, fascinated with her anatomy. Kathryn warned me.
“If you get any closer I’ll wee on you”.
“That would be a wonderful thing”, I replied.
It began as a short spurt of straw coloured liquid, a few drops seeped out from her urethra and dribbled down over her inner lips. Then a second spurt, Kathryn sustaining it, propagating a stream that targeted the ground directly in front of me. I looked up admiringly at the beautiful stream of piss firing from a small opening surrounded by the pink petalled folds of Kathryn’s lips. It slowed marginally and then abruptly stopped, Kathryn whispering.
“I haven’t finished”.
It recommenced with a forceful squirt the stream striking the exact same spot on the ground, again it slowed and stopped, but this time it was trailed by two quick spurts that finally emptied Kathryn’s bladder. I stood up my excitement evident from my raging erection. Kathryn adjusted her stance bring her feet together, stretched out her hands and firmly grasped my penis, she knelt down before me and in one fluid motion took in the length of my cock in her mouth bringing her teeth to bear around the base. It was an exquisite indescribable sensation, I drew air into my lungs as I caught my breath, catching a fly in the process. I stumbled backwards choking and attempting to cough the fly free of my lungs. Kathryn had a look of astonishment on her face, she called out 'what’s wrong'. I managed a strained whisper ‘FLY’. Kathryn erupted in laughter as I fell about the place finally dislodging the offending insect. Kathryn continued to laugh with tears forming in her eyes until I eventually regained my composure, she walked over to me took my hand and said.
“Come on lets get another drink”.
We gathered our clothes and strolled back to the picnic site, Kathryn did not bother to dress, she did remove her boots to go bare foot and I followed suit. We were both intoxicated from the wine and the banter between us was light-hearted and fun, she poured two glasses of the Vidello and we sat watching the colours in the fields change to red with the setting sun. The air still held onto the heat from the day, it was comfortable and our nudity felt liberating. We were both drunk and had pushed the lounges to either side of the tarpaulin, set the pillows together on the blanket, we were rolling around laughing, picking out the first of the evening stars. We were laying on our sides in each other’s arms.
Kathryn lay still her head was spinning from the wine it wasn’t disagreeable, and as she closed her eyes she began a series of rhythmic breaths focusing her attention on the orchestration of sounds surrounding her. The wrens chattering their warnings to an intruder, the distant warbles of magpies, the trees with the wind stirring their leaves in the branches and the sound of her own breathing. With each breath her body tingled, her senses excited, she became aware of how the world around her left it’s imprint upon her. Kathryn felt the blanket beneath her the course tangled weave of it’s fibres, the steadiness and hardness of the earth, the energy of the days sun radiating it’s warmth, the breeze sweeping over her body caressing her intimate places, cool and soothing. ‘Yes’ the wondrous breeze, her nudity the perfect accoutrement to the seductive embrace of the evening’s breeze. Kathryn caught the beginning of a feeling welling up, one that surprised her. Their time together following the deviant transgressions in the creek bed was tender, she had rested within her lover’s arms and although he was half her age she felt safe and secure and the feeling she now recognised was happiness. Kathryn felt happy a smile crept across her face, as they lay quietly together.
Kathryn felt at ease, a wondrous ease that lifted her spirit giving a sweetness to her happiness that caught her off guard, with a tear welling up in her eye. Kathryn wiped it away, as her lover went to speak she simply brought a finger to her lips and said shoosh, he had the good sense to keep quiet and take her in his arms. Kathryn moved in close to him and as his arms encircled her more tears came to her eyes, before he could speak she whispered ‘I’m happy, Very happy’ and she was, but her tears were from the recognition of it missing in her life over the years. Kathryn had sought pleasure in her desires with men of influence and power and enjoyed the extravagances their wealth afforded, but it was laying with a boy in a field under the stars that moved her in a way that they could not. Kathryn was surprised by her vulnerability and also felt threatened by it, she had long been defensive in allowing her affections to take too great a hold on her, Jessica being the only one she felt comfortable with in her vulnerability. In this instance Kathryn’s cognisance of her vulnerability compelled her to acknowledge that her growing obsession in this young man was not solely founded in her lust, and that deeper feelings were laying their foundations. Kathryn attempted to put aside her habit of ruminating upon the mechanics of a relationship and of love, she forced herself to be content with feeling happy in the moment, she closed her eyes again and was happy, embraced within his arms.
Kathryn could feel his arms surrounding her, she could hear his heart racing as she rested her head against his chest, she could discern the fragrance that still lingered on his skin. It layered itself in a fusion of exotic notes of blackcurrant, galangal and star anise on a warm pallet of ceder and amber, an enticing perfume warm with oriental spice and a bourbon vanilla creaminess. As Kathryn’s attention lingered on the delicious scent embedded in his skin, she became aware of his hard cock nosing it’s way into the softness of her belly.
One of her magnificent breasts had spilled out over the blanket with the other perched above it, her lover gently traced the outlines of the curves of her bosoms. Kathryn remained motionless, her eyes closed as she enjoy the touch from his explorations, he traversed the expanse of her sumptuous breasts, trespassing onto the their areolas, circling her nipples with his finger tips. Kathryn gave a low moan as acceptance to his delinquency, his fingers persisted with their odyssey mapping every curve and landmark. Examining the character of their composition, the deluxe plushness of their volume and their silken softness, delicately communicating his lustful hunger through the lightest of touches, his finger tips spiralling in from the margins of her areolas into the centre, scaling the peaks of her large erect nipples. Kathryn’s lover maintained his light caresses using his fingers to leisurely trace itinerant patterns across her body, she had not spoken and neither had he. The silence was pleasing and reassuring to her, she was confident in his attentiveness to the needs in her body and that no instructions were required from her. A familiar tension arose within her, and as he brushed against her nipple she sounded her approval of his tantalising insurrections, lustful outbreaks spread like a firestorm throughout her body. It was his enduring caress that drove to her action. Kathryn’s hand moved to her groin her fingers gliding through the folds of her lips. There was no need to break the silence, The rhythm in her breathing gradually increased. Kathryn felt his fingers come to rest on one of her nipples, he tenderly rolled the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, he gently pulled on it stretching it generating a sublime rippling cascade of heat reverberating throughout her body, making it’s way into her pelvis, forcing a hungry cry. Kathryn’s lover was excruciatingly slow in his progress.
Keeping her eyes closed Kathryn rolled form her side onto her back opening her legs wide allowing a second set of fingers into her vagina. As they joined with their partners a long anguished cry departed Kathryn’s lips, she was no longer prepared to lie quietly enjoying the subtle attentions from her lover. Kathryn’s appetites had been awakened, she could feel his hands upon her breasts his fingers seeking out her nipples. Kathryn beckoned her lover and guided him to enter her, she did not require any movement from him just to fill her with his beautiful hard cock.
The thundering wave of intense pleasure inundating her senses as he plucked at her nipples, stretching them as he lifted her luxurious breasts up into the air. Kathryn’s body convulsed with ecstasy and a broken cry escaped her. With her lover pinching hard on her reddened nipples, suddenly Kathryn’s orgasm was upon her, she experienced an upheaval that ransacked her senses as her climax rampaged. Kathryn’s legs stiffen, her back arched and she released a rasping scream of ecstasy. It saturated her nerve endings as her climax swept over her. Kathryn’s vagina claimed the prize of her lover’s hard cock as it captured it through a series of vigorous contractions, Kathryn relishing the marvellous feeling of being filled, as another wave struck she beard down on his cock, her lover placing his lips to her breast with his teeth pressing hard into the flesh of an enlarged nipple. This wave of ecstasy stamped it’s authority on Kathryn, it felt as if it would fracture her pelvis as it consumed her. It marched with militancy charting a turbulent pathway through her innards arresting the piercing scream she had released and delivering a stream of wetness that decorated her lover in a superb display of passion.
Kathryn embraced her lover as her orgasm subsided, she drew her legs around him feeling his weight against her and whispered to him ’Cum for Me’, he began with a string of slow deliberate movements. Gently building in progression as he advanced with determination toward his climax. Kathryn looked into his eyes and could sense his approaching orgasm, she gathered her sumptuous breasts pressing them together as an offering to him, their volume exceeding the capacity of her hands as they ballooned and spilled out. The visual grandeur of Kathryn’s breasts rolling in unison with his own rhythm overpowered his restraint affirming his climax as his orgasm erupted. It forced a wounded cry from him, Kathryn could feel the seizures that ran through his cock, she visualised his semen spiralling from the eye of his penis filling her cunt. He lay motionless between her thighs as his orgasm ebbed, finally opening his eyes and drawing in a deep breath he rested back into her embrace with her arms and legs encircling him.
They lay together for some time, the evening was advancing upon them and air was filled with the triumphing night, with it’s great train of stars and it’s cooling caress of the fields. He had lost the steeliness in his cock, but still retained much of his girth as he withdrew and sat up, she felt his cum spill from her, it blanketed her perineum and pooled on the rug. The moon had risen and was providing enough light to enable them to dress and pack up their camp. Once home they showered together, Kathryn taking advantage of his invigorated erection, using her lips and tongue to illicit another climax, savouring his cum and drinking the entirety of his orgasm before finishing the shower. In bed she mounted his face and under her tutoring brought her to climax. Afterwards they prepared an evening meal and rested quietly on the lounge listening to music on the record player, the remainder of the evening was a soft and intimate, and Kathryn derived a contentment and reassurance in her happiness.
