by T. S. Hill
When she asked how long we could stay at the park, I thought about it and told her, that although I was anxious to get back to New Orleans, that I really didn’t want to hit Dallas until after dark. I felt like there could be too many of Milinni’s resources in Dallas, that could recognize me, if I popped up in front of them, and the cover of darkness would help us not get spotted. I guessed sundown to be around seven in the evening, so we could stay at the park until at least 5:30, and longer if the park stayed open after that.
When we hit RealMart, we did the couple shopping thing again, and Lori commented that this time it wasn’t just nice, but that it felt real. I told her that it felt real, because, this time, it was real. Any secrets left between us, were just secrets that we hadn’t got around to sharing with each other yet, and our feelings about each other were pretty much out in the open.
When we came out of RealMart, we had picnic supplies and another, larger, thicker, and softer, blanket, than the one in the emergency road kit. I had also picked up another six boxes of .45 hollow points, giving us a total of six hundred and forty-eight rounds. A shoot out requiring more ammo than that, would only be possible if it involved someone’s army. But of course, Milinni had one. I also bought a throwaway phone and plugged it into the truck to charge. I had one phone call to make, but not until we were in Dallas.
Lori was really excited about going to the state park, and I looked forward to relaxing for a while myself. It had been a trying day for both of us, but she seemed to be on a self-manifesting high, and I wasn’t about to break the spell.
When we reached the state park, it was an idyllic, peaceful, setting, which was actually a wilderness area with some roads, parking areas, and a few picnic tables scattered over eight or ten acres of picnic area. The park also bordered the lake, and the shoreline is where most of the visitors were congregating. We slowly circled the entire park soaking in the natural surroundings, and slowing down our own internal clocks.
After making the full tour, we picked out a site with a table and one of those permanent fire stands, toward the back of the picnic area. It was a cozy spot underneath a grove of giant trees, that formed a sheltering canopy. We wouldn’t be using the fire stand, but the table would be nice for sitting, and leisurely making and eating our sandwiches.
We had to walk a good distance from the parking area, but the spot gave us some privacy, away from other groups and families. We spread the emergency blanket on the table as a cover, and put all of our sandwich fare and bottled water on it. Then, we spread out the larger, new, blanket on the grass, and sat on it to rest. Lori spoke first, “Wow, Cowboy, this place is so far removed from where we’ve been, and where we’re going, that it seems surreal, like this is a dreamland or something.”
“Yeah.”, I replied, “I get the same vibe, but it sure is peaceful and calming, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.”, she sighed, laying back on the blanket, and crossing her arms under the back of her head. “I just love looking up into the trees like this.”, she mused. “In a place like this, it’s easy to dream, that anything is possible.”
“What’s possible are the things we make possible, Sweetheart.” I reasoned.
“Yeah, Cowboy, I guess that’s true, but in a place like this, in a moment like this, we can dream of making things possible, that otherwise, don’t really seem possible.”
“I can appreciate that.”, I answered.
“You hungry, Cowboy?”, she asked.
“Actually, I’m starved! You wanna eat now?”
“Yeah.”, she answered, sitting up. “Let’s make those sandwiches!”
We had mixed grain bread, ham, pastrami, deli sliced turkey, lettuce, a couple of spreads, two kinds of cheese, and a jar of pickles and some chips, from which we built huge sandwiches, and ate on them hungrily. We washed it all down with bottled water, and when we had finished, there wasn’t much left, but we were both full.
I moved from the table back to the blanket and stretched out on my back. Lori lay down beside me on her tummy, and threw her arm across my chest. “Wow! I don’t know when I have felt so content!”, she told me. “My tummy’s full, the sun is shining, I’m relaxed, there’s a cool breeze, I feel safe and..”, she hesitated. “Cowboy, you make me feel cared about, and I really like that.”
“I hope so Lori, because I really care about you. A lot.”, I added.
“I really care a lot about you too Cowboy, or Tagg.”
“My name is Tagg, Lori, but I’m your Cowboy. Okay?”
“Okay, Cowboy!”, she said, raising her head above mine and looking into my eyes before lowering her mouth on mine. When we kissed, she groaned and pushed her fingers in between my shirt buttons and caressed my chest. My left arm instinctively went around her shoulders and our tongues tangled against each other in a slow and sensuous dance, writhing against each other. As our senses came alive, we began pressing every inch of our bodies that we could bring to position, against the body of the other.
Her upper body rose above me and my freed right arm wrapped around her waist. I steered that hand down and across her firm and ample ass, pausing on each hip, to squeeze and fondle it. She threw her right leg, over mine and began to slowly writhe her body, arms, and legs against mine. I could feel my cock already lengthening and firming, and I knew that her pussy was also beginning to tingle with yearning, and moisten from deep within.
She had an hour ago kicked off her shoes, and now she rose and stood on the blanket in her stocking feet. She pulled up one corner of the flowing skirt of her dress, and reached beneath it. I could tell that she was tugging at her panties. Then she shifted to the other side of her dress, reached and tugged from up beneath the flowing teal folds of material.
Next, she placed both hands just under the lower hem of the garment and pulled a tiny, teal, thong down the length of her beautiful tanned legs. Finally, she stepped out of the tiny thong, leaving it laying on the blanket. Staring down at me, she reached her hand out, beckoning me to come. As I stood from the blanket, she took my hand and led me to the far side of the picnic table.
The excess of the emergency blanket had spilled down off of the top of the table, behind the bench on the side that we had not occupied, and then flowed near to the ground. Lori motioned for me to sit on the table’s bench seat with my back to the table. I did as she bid. She stood in front of me with her back to the forested wilderness.
Behind me and the emergency blanket, was the rest of the picnic grounds, and beyond that by at least a hundred and fifty yards, the parking lot. Beyond that, a couple of hundred yards more, was the lake shore where most of the people, that weren’t picnicking, were located. Lorie knelt at my feet and began unbuckling my belt.
“Lori? Here? There’s people around!”, I mildly protested.
“Shush.”, she sounded. “No one will know what we are doing. And, if they suspect, well, they can’t prove it.” she said. “Look at the tree tops, Cowboy.”, she directed me. I rested my elbows on the table top behind me, and slowly raised my head to look up into the tree tops. I thought that I must be crazy, but I sure felt like I was in heaven!
Lori finished unfastening my belt and then unbuttoned the jeans, and unzipped the crotch. She reached behind me and pulled my pants and briefs as far down as possible, and then asked me to raise up. I raised my hips obligingly, and she slipped my pants, just below my hips in the rear, and freeing my cock and balls in front, pulled the pants forward, just to the edge of my knees. My cock bounced upward, already excited by the anticipation of what might be coming. Lori raised up on her knees, and said, “Look at me Cowboy.”
When I lowered my head and looked, she was staring into my eyes intently. “This is the time, and this is the place.”, she whispered. “When an idea comes to fruition.” Then taking my cock in her hand she studied it with her eyes, down and up, and then looking directly into my eyes again, she whispered, so faintly, “I love you Cowboy.” And then, still grasping the base of my cock in her right hand, and open
ing her mouth wide, with her beautiful hazel eyes staring into mine, she placed her lips over my now fully, erect, cock.
Her lips made contact about a third of the way down my shaft, and her warm tongue laid fully against its underside. As she gave a slight sucking pressure, she moved her tongue left and right against the underside of my straining cock. Slowly, she pulled her lips and tongue upward, along the length of my shaft, until she had the underside of the head of my cock encircled with her lips. She lingered there for several seconds, swirling her tongue around and over the now engorged and flaring head, licking and spreading the precum that was oozing from its tingling tip.
She then moved her head in a sudden downward thrust, and the whole of my cock plunged through her mouth and deep into her throat. I felt her mouth and throat muscles tighten around my cock and then she moved her head in a writhing and fluid motion, around, and back, and forth. Then as she continued the writhing motions, she gradually pulled her head and mouth upward, along the full length of my shaft. When her lips broke free over the corona of my cock head, they made a hungry smacking sound.
Gasping and then panting loudly, with saliva drooling from her lips and chin, she crawled up my body, all the while with her mouth open, panting, and her eyes staring into mine. Her pupils were dilated and her nostrils flared. Her hands grasped at me in a desperate clawing manner. Finally, she was standing with bended knees, and she grasped the left and right skirt hems of her dress with each hand and lifted the teal fabric, just above her knees. Still staring into my eyes, she lifted first her left foot, which she placed over the bench seat, to my right.
Releasing the dress hem with her left hand she grasped my right shoulder with a surprising strength, followed by her right foot rising above the bench surface and then disappearing to my left and behind me. She quickly dropped the hem of her dress skirt into my lap, and grasped my left shoulder with her right hand.
As she sat on my lap, her pussy was now pressing against the base of my throbbing cock, and she began to raise herself upward, with her now wet, pussy lips caressing the shaft of my cock, she whispered raspily into my right ear. “Guide your dick into me Cowboy. I want your hot, hard cock in me. I want to sit on your cock, and fuck you, Cowboy. I want to fuck you, until your cum runs down my legs. Make me scream, Cowboy.” I quickly grasped the base of my cock with my right hand and held it in what I instinctively felt would be where her hot, sweet, pussy lips would come back down to meet my yearning shaft.
The gods were with me, because as she lowered herself, the tip of my surging shaft met the center opening of her soaked pussy lips, and parted them as curtains to a window of bliss. Without hesitation, she plunged her sweet pussy down the full length my solidly rigid shaft. I felt the tip of my cock’s head tickling against the back folds of her vagina, as she cried out, “Oh yes! Cowboy! That’s it! That’s the cock I want!” She sucked in a long deep breath through her flaring nostrils, and then wrapping her arms around my neck.
Holding that one breath, she began moving her hips forward and back, which had the effect of drawing my pulsing cock almost out of her pussy, right up to the point of my cock head’s rim being clutched by the inner lips of her pussy. And then my cock was thrust both upward and inward, through the pleasure gauntlet that was the glorious bliss, of the inner most sweetness of her vagina. She released her breath, and then in taking another, she repeated six more rapid repetitions of her previous gyration. Afterwards, her breathing, and glorious fuck strokes, coordinated perfectly with an unbroken stream of caressing touches, clawing grasps and hair pulling clutches.
As we progressed, I could feel her orgasm building in the ever-tightening clasp of her pussy around my pulsing cock. Then, as the pulses in my cock increased in frequency, I could feel the contractions of her pussy muscles matching the pace. Before I wanted it to, but at the limits of her control, we both cried out, with the climax of our passion crashing over both of us, drowning us in a flood of unified blissful release. I could feel the mix of my massive cum load and her flowing vaginal emissions, covering my balls, and oozing out on to the picnic table bench.
As our pelvises finalized their previously relentless grind against each other, we stared into each other’s eyes until the moment when we closed them in ritual habit at the plunging of our mouths together, again in a harmonious celebration of shared pleasure.
This great binding energy between us, pulled us as one together, into a momentary abyss, where no universe existed, but our singular existence as one body and one soul. Not wanting to part this spiritual joining, we clung to each other’s physical body in desperation, but gradually, our souls rejoined their respective shells, and our minds gradually, although reluctantly, resumed their individual places.
Lori must have opened her eyes first, because before I opened mine, she said, “There’s a park ranger.”
I took a deep breath and released it before asking her, “Where?”
“Coming across from the parking lot.”, she replied.
“Is he headed toward us?”, I asked.
“Does it matter?”, she answered.
“Not to me.”, I answered. “But you’re answering a question with a question again.”, I responded.
“Well tickle my ass with a feather!”, she replied. “If I had one, I would, my dear.”, I answered back.
“Seriously, is he headed toward us?”
“Yep.”, Lori answered.
“How close is he?”, I asked.
“Oh, about fifty yards, I reckon,”, she quipped back.
“Is he smiling or scowling?”, I queried further.
“Smiling.”, she said.
“And he’s still headed toward us?”, I asked almost rhetorically.
“Twenty five yards and closing”, Lori reported.
“Smile real big, and wave.”, I directed Lori. I could feel her body complying with my direction. “What did he do?”, I asked.
“He smiled really big, and waved back. Now he’s turning back toward the parking lot.”, Lori reported. “Cowboy, what do you think that means?”
“I think it means that he respects love, and truly appreciates the value of a piece of ass, probably just as much as any man.”, I said. Lori slapped me on the back of my head. It actually felt good, so I nuzzled my nose a little deeper into her cleavage, and growled.
Even though my erection had been gone for several minutes, Lori had remained on my lap, with my flaccid cock still fully encased behind her lovely pussy’s lips. It seemed to be a nice positioning, and a comfortable embrace, for both of us, so we just held it. Her flowing dress skirts, covered my knees downward and the emergency blanket table cloth, blocked any view from my rear, so all anyone approaching us, would think for sure was that she was sitting on my lap.
The park ranger had respectfully turned away, and so we basked in the afterglow, and held our embrace, through my arms, as well as through her vaginal, grasp.
“You know my dear, this is an absolutely lovely way to hold a conversation.”, I began.
“I agree completely, sir”, she returned. “It’s too bad that we can’t spend the night this way.”, she mused. “How long, do you think, before your...”, she paused and shrugged her shoulders, while cutting her eyes off to the side, “Cock, comes back again, to a full erection?”
“Since this is the second time today, I’d say, give me thirty to forty-five minutes.”
“Damn!”, she said. “I’ll have to pee before then! I wanted to feel it get hard again, while still in my pussy, all from scratch.”, she said.
“Well that would be another first for me, if we could pull it off.”, I said, while actually trying to imagine what that would be like.
“I’m game if you are, Cowboy!”, she said excitedly.
“Sure!”, I shot back. “Let’s give it go!”
She squealed, and said, “Oh goody!” Simultaneously, her pussy involuntarily squeezed down on my cock, pushing it out between her outer pussy lips. “Oh damn!”, she shouted. �
�I’m sorry Cowboy!”, she said, as she threw her head against the side of mine and hugged my neck.
“It’s okay, Lori! I’m not sure that anyone has ever completely pulled that off anyway.”, I told her, “But, it was nice while it lasted!”
“Oh, it was better than that Cowboy!”, she said excitedly. It was genius!” “You’re not going to believe this Cowboy, but the answer just came to me! When your dick, I mean cock, popped out, a genius thought popped into my head! How fucking awesome is that?”
“That’s pretty fucking awesome!”, I said laughing.
“Oh Cowboy! This is going to be our best fuck ever! Or, at least, yet!”
“That’s great Lori!”, I answered, not having a clue what the hell she was talking about.
“The two-thousand pound, elephant!”, she shouted excitedly with her eyes widening. “I’ve got the answer! We have fucking produced the answer!”, she shouted with all of the voice that she held. I grabbed her waist and held her tight, as she had suddenly started bouncing up and down wildly. I was afraid that she would fall off of me, backwards, or in one of the other wild directions that she was bouncing. She threw her arms above her head and screamed, “Holy fuck! Yes!”
Well if anybody didn’t think that we were fucking on that picnic table bench before, they surly had to think that we were now. I kept on laughing, and she just kept bouncing up and down, saying, “Holy fuck, yes!” In a few moments, she collapsed onto my shoulder laughing, and as I shifted her to the bench seat, glanced back across the table. There I noticed a group of five younger teens, standing between our table and the edge of the parking lot, staring at us wide eyed. Even though they couldn’t see anything, their countenances betrayed what they were thinking.
I turned Lori’s head toward mine, and after kissing her lips tenderly, I told her, “Get up Sweetheart. We need to leave!” She sensed the urgency in my voice and bolted upright. In a matter of three minutes, from behind the table, we managed to wrangle my pants up, throw everything into the new blanket on the ground, before gathering the corners and running for the truck. Even though sex is the last thing most teens want to talk to a parent about, we didn’t need the trouble that could go with one of those imposing brats running back to alarm their parents.
