She giggled, walking by the moonlight, barefoot across the grass, stealing away to make her rendevous. The sound of the night comforted her as she headed towards the lake. Squinting, trying to make out the shadows in the distance. She could just discern the glint of the water as the reflection of the moon shimmered on its surface.
She gulped nervously, worried he might not show, but continued to delicatly pick her way across the grass, cold against her bare feet. As she reached the waters edge. A gentle breeze sent a ripple across the surface, she watched the reflection of the moon, listening to the comforting sounds of the creatures of the night as they gather around the lake.
"Hello my beautiful". She started, she hadn't even sensed him, so entranced by her surroundings. "Sir" she breathed, turning to greet him. He clasped her hand and guided her towards a seemingly dense cluster of bushes nearby. "Come, my love" he said, "your picnic awaits".
She followed his lead to the edge of the small wooded area, gasping as he draws away a canopy of foliage to reveal a natural clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a small, square, table with three candles letting out a soft light glimmering from the polished silver holding them in the centre of the table. This faint illumination jumped from the dew on the leaves, the whole picture one of twinkling beauty. Next to the table was a single, solitary, wrought iron dining chair.
He guided her towards the chair, pulling it out for her to sit. Sitting carefully she watches as he turns and busies himself at the silver serving platter set on a table to the side. Gazing around she can clearly see the lake and the stars through the natural canopy overhead. She smiled, her thoughts on the perfection of it all.
He clears his throat, jolting her out of her reverie. The silver platter is now on the table next to her, still covered, denying her a glimpse of the contents. He stands next to her, grasping a piece of white lace in his hands. "Present yourself my love" was his instruction. She stands instantly, slipping the straps of her simple shift dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall. Flames casting tantilising shadows over her caramel skin. He gasped in awe of her natural form, unfettered by any undergarments.
Regaining his composture he turns her around. Gazing adoringly at her back, the gentle curve as her back meets her beautiful soft ass, he runs a finger down her spine, loving the shudder this causes. He covers her eyes with the lace, tying it firmly behind her head, partially obscuring her vision. He guides her to sit on the chair, "open your legs, my love" was his only instruction.
She splayed her legs, letting out a small gasp as the night air caressed her warmth. She hears him move, the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, the small sound of the creatures in the bushes. Waiting with nervous excitement, the metallic clang made her start but there is instant comfort from the drawl of his voice, "relax my love, there is nothing to fear".
He moved round to stand behind her, with one swift movement he pulls her head sharply backwards, simultaneously lifting a fine crystal glass filled with champagne. Touching her full lips with the rim of the glass, she opens her mouth. She tastes the bitter sweet liquid as he pours it into her mouth, to quick as it spills out of her mouth, running down her chin, dripping down her neck and onto her full breasts and coffee-cream thighs.
Letting go of her hair, he glides round to stand in front of her, watching a rivulet of champagne flow down her neck. He grabs a ripe whole strawberry from the tray & catches the rivulet with the tip of the cold fruit. She gasps as it touches her skin, feeling it trace up her neck, gathering the alcohol, over her chin, caressing her lips. Breathing low through her slightly parted lips, she gets a tantalising hint of its heady aroma. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation.
She hears the rustle of leaves, realising the canopy is being pulled back again she fears being left alone. "Very Nice" came the sound of the second voice, a second man. Close to her ear she hears the unmistakable sound of a zip sliding down. "Take Him" was the command, "open your mouth". She yelped as she felt her hair being grasped forcibly. She tastes the salty musk of the cock being pushed into her mouth. Groaning as she is being taken like this, hearing another zipper she knows her Master is aroused as she is taken by this stranger. Gagging as the huge dick is forced into her throat she swallows taking it fully, feeling the balls hit her face as the cock is rammed into her mouth repetitively.
She feels lightheaded as she struggles to breathe as the cock fills her mouth, swelling as he fucks her. Groaning around this member she is surprised when he suddenly pulls out. As she gulps in deep mouthfuls of air she feels the hot sticky cum covering her face and mouth, covering her breasts. It seems this is never-ending as two voices suddenly grunt their ending. She smiles.
She starts to lick the cum from her mouth. "Oh no babygirl" came her Masters voice, "remember this is a picnic", she smells the strawberry as it collects the remaining cum from her lips. Running down her lips and slid into her mouth. "A very" she bites, tasting the cum on the rich, sensual fruit, "English", she feels the fine crystal against her mouth as the champagne is poured into her mouth, "picnic'.
She hears him gasp as she swallows the liquid, realising that there were more than two and all the strawberries and cream would be eaten that night.
Amaranth
1st June 2012
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