by Opal Cole
"I told you to trust me. When my father was still alive, we came here occasionally, and we never saw anybody else. We are alone here" and she winked at me. "Get busy, take out the blanket and the picnic basket."
I did as ordered and watched her preparing the places - a half bottle of champagne, smoked salmon, toast, and some muffins. We sat down, ate and drank - it was really a picnic like I had never been to before, and considering the company, better than anything I could have foreseen. Satisfied, she packed everything back into the basket and sighed contently.
"So, what are you going to do now? I've done my part and it is up to you to do yours."
I lay down on the blanket and held out my arms.
"Come to me and I can think of many things I would be happy to do for you - or to you - but first, my love, you have not kissed me for a long time."
"Oh, you noticed? Let's repair this grave fault."
She came closer and closer and brushed her lips on mine.
"This is not a kiss, this is a caress. I want this, too, but now I want a really hot kiss from my love.
She hugged me closely and opened her lips a bit, letting her tongue teasing my mouth. I responded in kind and our tongues began to battle which could conquer the other one. It was a drawn combat, but left us without breath. She grinned and asked whether that was all I could do? I slowly was gliding down her neck, nibbling her earlobes, and kissing my way to the edge of the top. I pushed it down a bit and looked at her for permission.
She smiled, nodded and I pushed the edge down over her nipples. There they were, everything I had dreamed about for the last two weeks. The buds were standing up, asking for attention. I took one into my mouth and licked it with my tongue. She started to purr in satisfaction, and I switched to the other one, holding the first one in my hand and squeezing it gently. I pushed her top down completely and looked at her again for guidance. She asked me whether I had forgotten that she had given me her breasts and that I could do whatever I wanted.
"Then let me take this off. I want to see 'my' breasts completely, to touch them and to caress them."
She lifted her body a bit and helped me take the top off. There she was - her mounds proudly looking upwards, her nipples straight and hard, and on her face an invitation to kiss all of it. It was even better than my memory, and I stayed there for a long time. Her reaction was getting more excited every minute, with her purring changing to a low moaning, and she held me closer and closer. Finally, I had to come up for breath.
"Darling, you are wonderful, and I enjoy every moment when I can touch your body."
She looked at me and visibly wondered what she would say. Suddenly, she came to a decision.
"My love, we're alone here and other people never come up here. Considering that you have behaved well up to now and that I promised rewards for such behavior, I give you a license to hunt for freckles on all of my body, not just my breasts. You may kiss them as you want and however you want it and continue wherever you want to go. Just promise me one thing: I'm not ready yet to go the whole way, but I trust you with my heart and beside this condition, you can do whatever you want with me."
She closed her eyes and stretched lazily on the blanket. I was totally surprised and overwhelmingly content with the trust she showed.
Suddenly somebody laughed close to us, and we jumped up, looking for the person. She said that nobody ever came here? There was a movement on a tree beside us and a big blue-winged bird looked down on us. Maureen relaxed and started to smile.
"Darling, that is a Kookaburra, one of our laughing birds." It was a beautiful big bird, with its spangled head and blue wings. It called again and it really sounded like shrill laughter. I tried to scare it away since I didn't want any spectators looking at my love. It turned its head scornfully, then called out once more but thankfully, flew away. Maureen smiled, pulled me down and kissed me.
"Darling, could you please continue from where we were so unexpectedly interrupted? I mean what I said: you can do with me whatever you want to do, and I'm certain that you know when you should stop."
"Darling, I'll never hurt you nor betray your trust, but do you really mean what you say? I can wait for the right time."
"I have been dreaming about the two of us more closely together, and my body aches for your touch. Darling, do whatever you want to do, and it will give me pleasure."
I kissed her again slowly and with love, and she responded equally, but then she whispered: "Will you ever start, or do I have to do everything?"
There was no need for a second invitation, and I kissed her breast again, sucking in her nipple and biting it gently. She moaned with satisfaction and murmured: "Go on, darling."
Kissing the circumference of her firm mound and then going to the top to suck her nipple in, I put my hand on her other breast and stroked it firmly. She started to whimper, and I increased my efforts to make her happy. I bit her lightly and fondled her other hard nub. She increased her groans and moved her body up to press her breast into my mouth. She had small breasts, firm and lovely, that fitted nicely in my hands, and definitively not American exuberance, but Australian perfection. Suddenly she shuddered and said: "Darling, this was wonderful? Can we do it again?" but I wanted now to have and to give her other pleasures.
After satisfying my taste of her lovely breasts, I went down southwards until her belt stopped me. This time I did not hesitate and opened the buckle. She seemed to like this and pushed her shorts down. Waiting again for a negative reaction that did not happen, I pushed the shorts down completely to her feet and took it off. She was wearing only a small g-string that did not pretend to hide anything. Her hips were tight, and her mound at the junction of her legs was pronounced. I started to smell a faint arousal and looking at her face again and there was a very satisfied smile on her lips. Her loafers were off in an instance and there she was in her splendid almost nudity.
I went down on her and kissed my way to her feet, coming back up again to her pussy, and down and up again. She was excited now and moved her body inviting me to do more, so I put my lips on the thin covering of her silky panties and kissed it with tenderness. She liked this even more and I continued to touch her and kiss her. There was suddenly a wet spot on the panties and the moaning increased. Her arousal was evident, and she wanted more. She whispered: "Take it off, darling ..." and her hand pushed the edge down farther. I lifted her body and she helped me dragging her panties down over her knees and off her feet. And finally, I saw my love in all her glory.
Her face was framed by her luscious red hair, her eyes were looking at me with trust, her slightly parted lips were smiling, and her body had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were standing up even lying down, her areolae puffy and her nipples were hard as a rock. Her belly tapered down to a small waist, with her hips flaring out enticingly and ending in these long, long and beautifully sculptured legs. Her breathing was becoming heavy, and she moved her body up to my hands that were caressing the full, flush lips of her pussy. Her mound was plump and inviting and she opened her legs a bit to give me better access, making no effort to hide herself and leaving her body fully open to my adoration. Her curves were delicious, her muscles defined nicely, and her long legs ready to be caressed. I was mesmerized.
"What are you waiting for?" she teased. "Another invitation?"
"I'm just enjoying the scenery."
"Well, enjoy it with more than your eyes, please."
Her pubic hair was red-gold, just like her head, but it had been trimmed into a landing strip, with a small section before the end shaved clean, making the landing pad into an exclamation point with just a little tuft of hair right at the very top of her slit. My mouth was watering as I took it all in. She turned slowly, letting me see her ass as well, and I was spell-bound.
Maureen saw me looking at her with admiration and leaned forward, hugging me closely and kissed me. Her breasts - 'MY'- breasts felt soft and warm and at the same time firm against my chest.
"Go on, darling, you have not finished yet..."
She wanted more, so I went down and started to kiss her pussy. Her lips were open and ready for my mouth. I could see some white creamy liquid appearing from deep inside. She moaned and I tickled her inner lips, drawing the juice coating her opening. I sucked everything as deep into my mouth as I could and flicked her little nub with my tongue. She started to move up and down trying to draw me in even deeper. She grasped my head and pushed it into her pussy. I heard her mumbling "oh God ... Oh God ... please continue ... please do me ... faster ... now ... NOW...!" and she exploded.
She pulled my head into her junction and I was barely able to breathe. I felt her juices flowing out and opened my mouth to capture everything. A little after explosion squirted some more creamy liquid into my mouth. It tasted deliciously sweet and perfumed, and I wanted more of it. I continued to suck her clitoris with an occasional little bite, and she started to respond again. Her breathing became a lot edgier and I moved one finger slowly into her pussy. Immediately it was covered with her juices and when I added a second finger, she moaned and started to shake. Her legs pressed my fingers even deeper into her and she started to mumble again, only this time with more "Please do it ... please ... please ... again ... faster ... faster ... deeper ... NOW!" and she climaxed on my hand.
After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes. "James, what have you done to me? I never felt anything even close to this, and all I can say is that it was wonderful, and I want to do it again as soon as possible!"
"Your wishes are my command, my love. Now or later?"
I took my fingers out of her hole and she seemed to protest, but not very much; I looked at them glittering with her juices and licked them.
"Delicious! Yes, we'll do it again."
With a groan she sat up and started to grin.
"Sir, are you not very overdressed? Here you have a lovely maid completely nude in front of you, and you are still dressed? What happened to male courtesy? Do you need help to correct this dim-witted attitude? Do you want to imitate Monet?"
She was right: here she was sitting in front of me, gloriously naked, and I was still dressed like I was ready to go out for lunch. She opened the buttons of my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders; then she started on my shorts. I wondered what her final intentions were, but even a dim-witted male knew what was required to go farther on this journey. She pulled the shorts down my legs, and then started on my loafers. Suddenly, I was sitting there with just my jockeys and a huge erection.
"What are you going to do? This is wonderful, but you don't need to do this. Kissing you and making you cum is all I wanted today. There will be other days and we can go on."
She told me to shut up and help her take my jockeys off. I did what I was ordered and now she looked at me, sitting naked before her.
"Lie down and let me do my part, darling, I was waiting for this moment and nobody, not even you, will stop me now. Do you believe that only men read erotic stories? Or that this is not discussed in great detail among us girls?"
She looked at my lower body and touched my breast, gliding slowly down to my penis. She hesitated, and then stroked it tenderly. The feeling of her hand on my shaft was exciting and I wanted more but needed to be patient. I told her how nice this was and that I was willing to suffer under her hands if she just kept this on, but would she please go a little bit faster? She grinned and said that she had me now where I always should be: under her command. She was going that bit faster with a firmer grip of her hand and suddenly, put her head down and touched my penis with her lips. I almost came at that moment, but thinking about baseball and soccer and mathematics, managed to control myself. She seemed disappointed and increased her efforts. She took my member into her mouth and sucked it, with her tongue moving up and down the shaft. She went faster and faster, keeping me inside her mouth, sucking me, tonguing me, and suddenly it was too much for me.
"Darling, I will cum at any moment. Be careful."
She nodded and hit another speed increase and I exploded. This was a climax as I never had before, and my semen exploded into her mouth. Surprised, she pulled her face away, but I was still spurting, and her face was covered with my white and creamy liquid. The last drops fell on her breast. She smiled like a satisfied cat and licked her lips, catching a drop on her tongue. She tasted it, licked her lips again and said that she could get accustomed to this. Then she saw the drops on her breast and wiped them onto her fingers and then licked them clean.
"Yes, I could definitively get accustomed to this."
I had come back to my senses and had to laugh at her satisfied face and told her that she had not collected all of it - there were some on her nose, some on her hair, and a bit on her left cheek. She told me to get her handbag and took out a mirror. She started to laugh, too, and carefully cleaned her face and then licked her fingers spotless. I found another spot on her left breast and wiped it with my finger. She smiled and took my hand and licked it clean, too.
"Is there anything of the champagne left?"
I looked for the bottle and to my surprise, there was still perhaps half a glass left. Before she could get to the bottle, I poured the remaining liquid over her body - taking special care of hitting her breasts and her pussy - and started to lick it off. This started another round of kisses on all areas and she came once more in a very satisfying climax, and she kissed me to another explosion, and this time she swallowed it all.
"Darling, did I do all right? I have never done this before. I know that the internet teaches a lot and we girls talk, but real experience is so different - and better!"
"People think that sex is about taking or giving, so you can get what you want. I'll lick yours if you lick mine." She chuckled and followed my thinking. "Love is giving without any expectations, and if you're doing it with the right person, it comes back to you, and manifold."
She sighed and repeated: "If you're doing it with the very right person, you get more than you can give, prompting you to give more." She thought for a moment. "Love is when we move our focus from ourselves to another."
"Sex only needs a body, love requires a heart." I said softly. She tilted her head back slightly and I took her into my arms and cuddled her with all the love I felt. It was wonderful to feel her body melting into mine, her soft skin caressing my body, my hands roaming over every interesting part of her, and feel her hands responding gently.
I kissed her tenderly. "Darling, you did not only alright; you gave me pleasure beyond anything I ever felt. I'm certain that it'll be even better the next time, and I'll make certain that the next time will not be far away! I can only hope that you will be as happy as I'm now."
Suddenly we realized that noon had passed some time ago, and a cool breeze had come up. It was time to go back to Brisbane. I pulled her up and returned her top and shorts. She looked for her panties, but I told her that they would stay with me as a remembrance of a wonderful day. If she wanted them back, I would think about a special ransom, but today they would stay with me.
It took, however, a long time to get dressed: I had to check that the shorts did fit tightly and that the top was in the right position, and since I am a very conscientious man, I took special care on all parts of her body that these two things tried to cover. In compensation she checked whether my jockeys were comfortable and the only way she could do it seemed to be with her mouth and lips. I came once more, and this time all over her face. She purred like a satisfied cat, wiped the thick cream into her mouth and said: "I'm certainly now addicted to this. Keep it up, James."
She laughed when she realized the pun she had created unintentionally.
"And James, I'm grateful that you kept your promise. I was so confused and happy that you could have taken me, and I would have accepted it happily, but you remembered what I told you - that I'm not ready for the last step. This is the final proof that I needed: the next time we are alone, I'll be ready."
We left the place slowly and reluct
antly. I was certain it would stay in our memory for the rest of our lives.
I looked at her one more time and the smile on her face, the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the blue sky reflected in her eyes, her hair mussed from being tossed about in the wind all came together in that perfect memorable moment. I knew that this moment, how she looked, the sound of her laugh, and the love that showed plainly on her face was something I would never ever forget.
"Are you all right?" She asked, her expression turned to concern.
I grinned. "I'm fine, more than fine actually." Her eyebrows rose in question. I looked down and felt my cheeks warm.
"What are you thinking of?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.
"I just realized that I'm in love with the most beautiful woman in the world, and well, I forgot to breathe there for a minute."
She smiled content. "James, never forget this moment - I will not!"
She told me that she would pick me up at seven o'clock and we would go to a small restaurant she liked and then go dancing. Arriving at the hotel, she gave me a sound and long kiss and told me to expect her at seven. With a wave she drove away, her red hair swirling in the wind.
After taking a shower and selecting a change of clothes for the evening, I lay down on my bed for a while. What a day! What a wonderful day! I smiled remembering the look of trust on her face when she had offered her body to me, the excitement when she came and when the second time was even stronger, and the surprise when she discovered my cum all over her. She had not done this before, but a lover with a long experience could not have it done better. She was everything I wanted in my life, and I hoped I could convince her to share it with me.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"James, a change of plans. You are invited for dinner at home. My mother insisted and be careful, as she might have sinister intentions. We conversed about a lot of things - to my surprise even including this day and she was a mother, not a control freak. Nothing I could do, my love, so please be here at seven thirty."
