We reenter the picnic area and everyone’s in a circle in lawn chairs. The sun has begun to set, leaving the sky shades of pink and indigo. How long have we been gone?
You go to the car to get our chairs and a blanket. A woman that was by the lake comes up to me. “So, how was the walk back from the lake?” she asks with her lip curled in a sly smile.
My heart skips a beat … I clear my throat. “It was … um …” I can’t think of anything so I just smile. There’s only one chair in your hand and the blanket when you approach me. “Where’s the other one?” I ask still a little rattled.
“I seem to have forgotten it.” You unfold the chair and set it down.
“I think we have an extra,” someone says.
“Nah, it’s cool. The chair is sturdy, we’ll be fine.” You smile at me.
You sit and tap your lap. I roll my eyes and sit.
I lean into you, “You are the devil.”
“Oh, baby girl, you don’t even know.” But I do and I love it.
More than an hour goes by as we talk to the couples close to us before it gets chilly enough for the blanket. As soon as you cover us I undo your pants and slide my hand down your boxers. Even just the feel of your skin against my hand as I reach for you turns me on. I expect you to stop me when I pull you out of your boxers but you don’t.
The softness of your skin and your thickness in my hand has me wet. I cuddle up, bury my face in your neck. The people around us no longer exist to me. I couldn’t care less if anyone catches us. I’m determined to make you cum.
I brush my lips against your neck. Breathe you in. Your cologne, your scent. Highly intoxicating. You’re talking away, acting like nothing is happening under the blanket. I squeeze your balls and pull before sliding my hand up. You throb as I grip the base. I squeeze, stroke my hand up and down, rub my thumb against the head. You twitch. I massage the head between my fingers.
You clear your throat, shift a little then go back to talking. The conversation you’re having is lost on me; my only focus is making you cum. I rub my thumb around the head. Stroke my hand up and down the shaft. With each stroke, you grow. Thick. Pulsing. You sink a little more in the chair and pull the blanket higher.
“Baby,” I whisper as I stroke you.
“Mmhmm?”
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” I grip you tight around the base. “I need you.”
You lean in close, “Keep stroking until I tell you to stop.“ You push your hand between my thighs as I begin to stroke again. I go slow. I love pleasing you.
My hand twists as I stroke up. I loosen my grip then tighten it as I slide my hand back down. My mouth is watering. I just want to feel you between my lips. Down my throat.
You stumble over your words slightly, masking it with a fake cough causing me to stifle a laugh. But you can’t fool me. I hear the quiver in your voice, the need.
You grip my inner thigh but don’t say anything, so I continue. Slow the strokes even move. One of the guys comes over holding two beers and tilts one of them towards you.
"No, thanks. I gotta drive,” you say. “She’ll take it though.”
Still stroking you, I pull out my free hand without uncovering you. “Thank you,” I say reaching for the can.
He walks off as I hand it to you as I continue to slide and twist my hand on your dick.
I’m still waiting for you to tell me to stop, especially since you’re hard as a rock, but you just open the beer and pass it back to me. I take a sip, staring off into the distance while I continue to stroke you.
I feel you shifting underneath me, trying to regulate your breathing as you go back to talking to the guy next to you. I glance at you and you’re looking down at your phone. No notifications, just the time; 7:45 pm.
A minute later, you tap my thigh. Your phone screen sits lit up on the blanket, the notes app open. Babygirl, you gotta stop now. Drink the rest of your beer so we can get out of here.
I stroke you again slowly, before reluctantly pulling away my hand. One-handed, I tuck you back into your pants and you zip it back up. As I drink, I listen to your conversation with the man next to you. He’s telling you about his latest fishing trip. When I finish the beer we say our goodbyes and head to the car.
You put the chair and blanket in the trunk and that’s when I see the extra chair. “Seriously babe?” I say leaning against the car.
“Can you blame me?” you shrug.
I shake my head and go to the passenger side door.
“Wait,” you say coming up behind me.
You take my hand and lead me across the parking lot to a small building. The door has Authorized Personnel Only on it and a padlock, so we go around to the back where no one can see us.
You push me up against the wall, undo and pull down my pants. I do the same to you then grab your dick and stroke.
You rub my clit as we kiss. Both of us moan. Both of us needy. You push your whole body up against me, lips on mine. Your fingers slide in and out of my pussy as I stroke you.
“I need you,” I say between kisses, stroking you quickly.
You moan into my mouth as you work your fingers in and out of my pussy. You pull out your fingers and turn me to face the wall. My hands rest on the rough cold brick as you push into me.
I scream out and you clamp a hand over my mouth. “Shh baby girl,” you whisper in my ear.
My moan muffles in your hand as you thrust into me. It’s so hard to be quiet when you thrust into me like that, and you know it.
I close my eyes, spread my legs as far as my jeans will allow and reach down to rub my clit. You take your hand from my mouth and slap my ass hard. And just like that, we’re in our little world. We’ve forgotten that people can hear us or could come around the corner at any moment.
You lean forward, lips against my neck, “Getting so creamy on my dick.”
Instinctively I push back against you, meeting your thrusts. I can hear and feel my wetness as I rub my swollen clit. You push my hand away and rub my clit. Your fingers spread on either side of it, squeeze it, rub up and down, back and forth.
I’m dripping. I’m moaning. You tell me to hush but I can’t. I force myself to whisper “Daddy, I’m cumming,” before I shudder and lose all control. Bucking, moaning, even screaming out before your hand is on my mouth again.
I’m still shaking and panting when you pull out and turn me around. I try to look you in the eyes but I can’t focus. Just trying to catch my breath is hard enough.
In the span of a few seconds, you stand against the wall, pull me towards you and push me down so I’m kneeling in front of you; the concrete cold underneath my knees.
You stroke yourself before replacing your hand with mine. Your dick is sticky, covered in my cum. I barely part my lips when you shove your dick into my mouth. I moan as you start to thrust. I stroke the shaft and look up to see your head against the wall, eyes closed. Nothing is sexier to me than seeing you enjoying my mouth.
You grab the back of my head and thrust hard, deep, down my throat. I gag. Spit drips down my chin as you pull back and thrust again. You open your eyes and meet mine. My pussy gets wet all over again as you slow your thrusts. Teasing my mouth, my throat.
I want that dick. I want your nut down my throat. I beg with my eyes. I beg with my mouth as I close it around your dick and suck. I move my hand from your shaft and try to take more of you in my mouth, but you pull me back.
“Please?” I whine as your dick slips from my mouth.
You grip the base and stroke. The head barely touches my lips so I open my mouth wider and stick out my tongue. You slap it on my tongue a few times before sliding it back in my mouth. I suck and slurp. My hand works the shaft as you lean back against the wall. I take you deeper, you throb as I choke on it.
You groan, pull my head back slightly and hold it in place as you start to cum. I can’t tell you to be quiet as you fill my mouth. Your moans are louder than mine and I’m sure people can hear you.
As you shake I suck, taking every drop. Then I pull back to wipe the excess from my chin and lick it off my fingers. I hold your dick and lick from the base to the tip and smile up at you as you look down at me, still a little dazed.
We pull up our pants and you peek around the corner. A few people look our way as we head back to the car but nobody says anything or asks any questions. There are a few smiles though, and I can’t help but smile too.
“So I was told there’s going to be another picnic next month,” you say as you pull out of the parking space. “You interested in going?”
“If it’s anything like this one, absolutely!”
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