“Your body is an instrument,” he told me, “you just have to learn how to play it.”
“I can play it,” I said, sliding my fingers through my neat pubes to rest on my still-tingling clit.
“Solos are fine.” His fingers joined mine and pushed further down, guiding us both into the slippery warmth of my sensitised pussy, “but duets are where it’s at. You’ll see.”
He broke away from our kiss just as things were getting hot and desperate and swung his backpack onto his shoulder. “Shall we walk?”A walk in the country was the last thing on my mind; in fact my knees were jerking so much with anticipation I wasn’t even sure I could, but I took the hand he offered and allowed him to lead me along the lane. It was a beautiful day. For once, the sky was a clear blue and the breeze was soft and warm as it caught my flowing skirt and fanned up inside to caress my fevered skin.
“What’s in the bag?”
He squeezed my hand. “You’ll see.”
At the end of the lane we climbed a stile and followed a footpath flanked by bushes and long grasses. A couple came past preceded by a black Labrador which I was very glad didn’t stop to thrust it’s nose into my crotch. Sky called a brightly confident “Hello!” as they approached and I murmured mine, smiling at the kick I got from speaking to strangers in my knicker-less state. Sky glanced at me and squeezed my hand.
“Time to stop for a rest, I think.” He unzipped the backpack and took out a rolled up picnic blanket which he spread out in the long grass beside the path, partly under the overhang of some bushes.
I looked up and down the path, my eyes widening. “Here?”
His eyes sparkled. “Oh yes.”
To my confusion, he handed me a dog-eared paperback and then stashed the bag in the undergrowth before crawling in himself. “Back in towards me,” he instructed, “on your front, legs open. You can pretend to read the book.” Arousal oozed from my eager pussy as I did as I was told, enjoying the friction from the fabric of my skirt which rubbed tantalisingly against my clit when I parted my legs and wriggled backwards on my belly. His hands caught my thighs and I held my breath. A thrumming pulse started up deep inside me. There was some more shifting around on his part, a lot of crackling and shaking from the undergrowth and then the air on my bare thighs as he lifted my skirt, and the heat of his breath when he settled himself underneath it. “Okay?” His voice was muffled.
I opened the paperback in the middle and pressed it over my face as I stifled a giggle. If anyone came along they probably wouldn’t notice him there with his head stuck up my skirt, but what if they did? Could you get arrested for stuff like this? I stopped wondering abruptly as his fingers deftly parted my slippery labia. He held me open to the air, stretching the entrance to my cunt exquisitely; making me wait for what I knew would be coming. I moaned quietly into the pages and pressed towards him. My greed was rewarded. The tip of his tongue explored my slippery opening as his fingers slid underneath me to massage my swollen clit.
“Jesus!” I gasped, pressing the book closer to my face.
“Anyone coming?” Even with his mouth full, Sky’s vowels were perfect.
Only me, I wanted to say, but I lowered the book and glanced tentatively right and left. Two bobbing heads were just visible above the bushes on the bend in the distance. “Shit! Yes!”
He chuckled, sending a deep vibration through my clamouring flesh. “Act natural.”
I lowered the book and pretended to be reading as Sky’s extremely mobile tongue flickered in and out and his fingers kept up an eye-rollingly effective rhythm. My thighs and bum tensed agonisingly with the effort to stop myself from bucking as I turned the pages, pretending to be engrossed in the book while all I could think about was how dirty it was to be lying with my thighs pressed against Sky’s classic bone-structure on a public footpath. The couple were still a way off, walking agonisingly slowly, chatting away and stopping to look across the fields at the view. Sky was amazingly good at what he was doing; I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, impossible to ignore or control.
“Shit!” I moaned into the book, “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Yes, baby!” he crooned, his breath hot as his fingers replaced his tongue, pressing hard into my cunt, successfully finding the spot nobody had been able to find before him.
I dropped the book as I came gaspingly fast; blind to everything except the intensity of the charging ripples in my pelvis, my hand clapped tightly over my mouth to stifle my cries. I lay with my face on my arms as my breathing steadied and the spasms ebbed away. By the time the couple passed I was holding the book again, albeit in slightly shaky hands.
“Afternoon,” they said as they passed.
“Afternoon,” I managed with an angelic smile. Behind me, Sky shook with laughter between my thighs.
“That was just a low-key starter,” he promised then I kissed my juices from his lips.
I pulled a twig from his hair and eyed him speculatively.
“Do I get to do anything to you?”
“Oh, no. This is your day.”
We walked on hand in hand, like any young couple out for an innocent breath of fresh air. At a fork in the path, Sky chose the left which led down to a wide, shallow river flanked by a meadow of buttercups. As he spread out the picnic rug, I looked at him askance; it was very open.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just a little snack.”
He pulled out a bottle of wine and two plastic cups.
“Trying to get me pissed?” I joked.
“A bit of loosening up never did anyone any harm.”
As I took the cup he offered, a frisson of excitement shot through me at the thought of what else he might have in mind. I wasn’t exactly keen on this vast meadow where we were perfectly visible to anyone who walked past on the path above, but I was prepared to put my trust in him. The wine was cool, oaked and crisp. I downed it in one.
“Come here.”
I shuffled across the blanket on my knees and into his arms. The faint taste of my cunt mingled with the wine on his lips and animal desire stirred again in the pit of my belly. He took a sip from his cup and kissed me again, letting the wine wash, sweet and cool, over my tongue. The next time, he let it run down my throat and inside the low neck of my vest-top.
“Tut, tut. A top with buttons would have been so much more practical.”
“You didn’t tell me,” I giggled, enjoying the sensation of the wine trickling between my breasts.
“Only one way in, then.” Without even glancing at the path above, Sky grabbed the hem of my vest and pulled it up to expose my bra. I scanned left and right in slight panic but the coast was clear.
“A bloody bra?” he asked in mock disgust, hoiking it up over my breasts. He bent his head and licked the wine from my skin with long strokes. As he did so, his soft hair brushed my nipples which immediately leaped to attention and hardened into dark nubs. I felt a new gush of excitement slide between my thighs when he took more wine into his mouth and fastened his lips around my right nipple, his fingers seeking the left and rolling it expertly between them. A little moan of desire escaped me and he chuckled, releasing the wine he’d been swirling around my nipple to let it run down my naked midriff.
“Oh dear.” His hands gripped my waist and he hoisted me into a kneeling position, then bent to run his tongue flickeringly and tantalisingly down to my navel. As he pressed the tip of his tongue hard inside it, a shock of desire so strong it hurt shot directly to my clit, almost doubling me over.
“Baby.” He kissed his way back up to my mouth and covered each breast with a warm hand. “How about something different?”
I waited, heart and pussy pounding. He reached into the backpack and produced about three quarters of a cucumber, the end trimmed and smoothed.
“Shit,” I said.
“No, cucumber,” he corrected me, neatly tugging down my bra and t-shirt. “Open your legs.”
I glanced around anxiously, but we were still alone. I steadied mysel
f with a hand on each shoulder as I placed my knees further apart on the rug. I’d never done anything like this before, although I can’t pretend I hadn’t thought about it. Sky kissed me lingeringly on the lips and then held my gaze as his hand slid under my skirt and I felt the cool, firm tip of the cucumber slide up the inside of my thigh.
“Relax. You’re not breathing.”
I gasped and grinned. He slid his free hand around the back of my head, holding my face millimetres from his and nudged the cucumber against my wet and ready pussy. I parted my knees further, angling my hips a little. My breath caught in my throat as he twisted it back and forth, gently easing it inside me. My muscles resisted and then suddenly relaxed. It was wide; maybe only as wide as Sky’s cock, but less flexible and noticeably cooler. My eyes widened as it filled me to the hilt; the sensation of being stretched and filled by something that wasn’t a cock deliciously dirty. Boldly, I rotated my hips a little. Keeping his eyes on mine, Sky pulled on the cucumber slightly, making me gasp in surprise, and then pushed it in again, rocking it back and forth so it slid deeper still.
“Shit,” I whispered into his mouth as my body responded to the motion, “that’s fucking amazing.”
“I knew you were a dirty girl at heart. Open your legs a little more.”
“Shit,” I gasped again and then “fuck!”
“Dirty-mouthed, anyway,” he breathed, increasing the rocking motion. “I like it.”
No longer caring whether anyone could see me, I pushed down on his hand, taking the cucumber as deep as it would go as he rocked it back and forth and my breath came in sharp gasps. The palm of his hand brushed my clit with every movement, creating an intensely pleasurable itch I had to scratch.
“Whoa!” Suddenly his hand was on my arse, holding me still. My eyes flickered open to see a woman and a small dog striding briskly along the path. My pounding insides continued to pound, my orgasm so close I knew one small move would finish me off. Sky pulled me to him and kissed me, whipping his hand discretely out from under my skirt. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping the cucumber tightly, and flexed my muscles against it and swayed my hips very slightly. It was enough. As the woman passed unknowingly by, I ground my mouth against Sky’s to muffle my moans and came jerkingly against the unyielding green shaft.
We finished the wine, exchanging smirking conspiratorial glances as the woman threw a ball into the river for her yappy little dog. As we were leaving, Sky hurled the cucumber into the river and we clambered up the bank to the path in a fit of giggles, desperate to get away before the dog came bounding proudly out and dropped it at its owner’s feet.
“What’s next?” I asked a little tipsily, knowing that I’d do whatever it was as I floated along on a happy cloud, feeling liberated and sexy; both of which were pretty new to me.
“Let me see…” Sky stared up into the branches of a tall bush and reached up to snap off a couple of long, spindly twigs.
I nearly choked as my cloud evaporated. “You’re not using those on me!”
His eyes danced with amusement. “We’ll see.”
“No way,” I insisted, imagining my vulnerable naked arse at his mercy, quivering pinkly in terrified anticipation.
“Is your mind closed to new experiences, then? How do you know you won’t like it?”
That was true. I’d come on a cucumber and been tongue-fucked on a public footpath. If he’d told me what he was planning either time, I’d probably have resisted.
“Will you be gentle?” I asked, the deep ache of anticipation in the pit of my belly becoming unbearable at the thought of what he was asking me to let him do.
“What do you think?”
I thought of his long, sensitive fingers, his gentle lips; of the powerfully controlled thrust of his hips that brought me so much pleasure. Thinking like that got me so wet again I wished I was wearing knickers.
“This way,” he said before I could answer, guiding me by the elbow up a dusty track at the end of which a copse stood cool and stark against the glare of the sky.
There was nobody about. “Are we allowed up here?” I asked, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl. I didn’t want to be discovered ‘in flagrante’ by some murderously angry farmer.
“It’s all public footpaths around here. And even if it wasn’t…” he slid a hand into the waistband of my skirt and his fingers brushed my naked arse, “don’t you like to flirt with a little danger now and then?”
I wasn’t quite sure about that, but I still let him lead me into the trees.
“Here I think,” he said, stopping a few metres in and caressing the smooth trunk of a graceful silver birch. I waited, heart hammering, as he rummaged in the rucksack, suffocated by my own breath.
“Hey. Don’t look so worried.” He slipped something from the bag into his pocket then reached for me and pulled me against the length of him. I stopped thinking about anything but fucking as he kneaded my arse and crushed his pelvis against mine, thrusting rhythmically until there was no mistaking the urgency of his hard-on. Slippery heat bubbled in my pussy and overflowed. I wanted his cock and I wanted it now. Sod the twigs and whatever he had in mind with them; that could wait for another day. I began to grapple with the button on his jeans but his hand immediately covered mine. Wordlessly he turned me and pushed me against the slender trunk of the birch, pressing up close behind. I spread my legs and pushed back eagerly against his cock, my hot face trapped hard against the cool bark. He reached his arms around me, taking my hands and clasping them in one of his on the other side of the trunk. There was a little fumbling, the ‘chink’ of metal and the weight of soft leather around first one wrist and then the other.
“Shit! Handcuffs?”
“You’re going to have to mind your mouth, young lady.” His breath was hot in my ear, making me squirm, “Unless you want to be punished.”
I tried to turn my head, but the trunk was too close. His hands ran down my sides, settling on the curve of my waist.
“Now, let me see…” His fingers found the fastening and my skirt slithered to the ground.
“Fuck! What if someone comes?” As excitement churned in my stomach I realised I wasn’t sure I really cared.
“Oh dear,” he said. “Didn’t I just tell you to watch your language?”
I felt him move away and tensed up as I heard the sound I was half-dreading and, in truth, half desperate for: the swish of the twigs sweeping through the air. The tree-trunk grazed my skin as I all but humped the tree in my desperation to get my arse away from him. I screwed up my eyes and waited, telling myself I really could trust him. He was only toying with me.
He laughed. “You should see yourself! What the hell do you think I’m going to do to you?” A warm palm cupped my left buttock, massaging it in a circular motion that pulled the entrance to my pussy tantalisingly open. My muscles relaxed and I felt him shift and the tips of the switch lightly touched the inside of my ankle and began to trace their way up the inside of my leg, their snaking progress leaving me heaving with desire against the trunk. It was slow; too slow. Frustrated, I tugged at the cuffs but they held firm. Finally, just when I was thinking I couldn’t stand the torment any longer, it brushed between my legs once, twice, with an electrifying jolt, making me jerk and whimper, and then up between my buttocks, coming to rest lightly against the flesh of one.
“What do you think?” His breath was warm on the back of my neck. “Do you like the touch of my little friend?”
“Don’t hit me!” I gasped, dizzy with a heady mix of fear and desire.
He lightly kissed the top of my spine and trailed his tongue down the vertebrae to the top of my vest. I closed my eyes as lust coursed through my system. My cunt was on fire, pulsating with the need to come as the switch swept tantalisingly softly across one buttock and then the other. It swept once more across my engorged clit and I cried out, sagging against the trunk. As if from a distance I heard Sky laugh softly and then it happened, before I’d had time to tense up for it: the
first exquisite stinging lash. My wrists tried to jerk out of the cuffs. I shrieked, my feet scrabbling impotently in the dirt. Swoosh! Again, the ringing slap of what felt like a hundred spindly fingers. I shrieked again as the burn seared my skin, sending dancing rivulets of pain-filled lust to my clit. Again, swoosh! The flash of flexible, knobbly twig on vibrating flesh, a vibration that went right through me, awakening the realisation that I didn’t hate it.
“Again!” I gasped, bracing my legs and pushing my arse towards him.
“I knew you’d like it.” Sky’s breath was unsteady. He ran a warm palm over my buttocks and then whipped the switch across both of them and quickly back again, and again.
“Fuck me!” I begged between clenched teeth as my knees threatened to give way. Excitement literally ran down my thighs.
“Wait, baby. Wait.”
Sky’s hands squeezed my smarting flesh until I moaned. I froze; he parted my buttocks and his breath swirled warm around my arsehole. Before I could issue orders to get away from there, his tongue - hot, wide and wet - was pushing against my arsehole, persuading the tight little entrance to give in. Trussed up and powerless to resist, something in me expanded, loosened, gave up the fight. The tip of his tongue probed wetly as he massaged my arse cheeks, enticing my most secret place to open and welcome his slippery, persistent onslaught.
“Gorgeous.” Sky was displaying a very bad habit of talking with his mouth full today. “You taste delicious.”
Everything inside my pelvis turned to liquid at his words and my knees trembled, inadvertently pressing my arse even closer into his face. I nearly left the ground when he suddenly expertly slid a couple of fingers inside my wet and ready pussy, and then almost climbed the tree when those fingers slid back to probe my now well-lubed arsehole. I wanted to swear, but my breath was coming in sharp little gasps and I found I could only whimper pathetically.
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