Picnic and a Pink Nightie
a true story
I met her through friends at work on a canoe ride. She was taller than average, cute and Rubenesque. We shared some interests among which was swimming so I invited her over for a picnic and a swim at my apartment the next day. We played in the pool for a couple of hours and then decided to eat dinner. I changed into some jeans an a T-shirt and went out to start some burgers on the grill.
When I got back, I discovered she had changed into a pink lace nightie and panties. We sat down on the couch together and she stretched kind of funny, so I asked if she wanted a back rub. She said "yes" so I began doing so. After about ten minutes I said I should check the burgers but she said no just a little bit longer. She lay face down on the couch with her head in my lap and I continued. I worked my way down her back just short of her derriere, lightly brushed the top and her muscles momentarily tensed and I started again at the shoulders. At least 20 minutes had elapsed by now and the burgers were history.
So I slowly worked down her sides getting as close to her breasts as I could and maybe just a tiny bit over the line. I worked down to her hips but just as I was about to touch her butt I skipped over it and began kneading her thighs tantalizingly close to her nether regions. I worked my way down close to her knees (about as far as I could reach in that position). I started again at the top of her thighs but I stopped suddenly and paused . . . and did something unexpected and her muscles clenched in a combination of surprise and delight.
I put my hands at the top of her panties and slipped my fingers under them so I could reach around and under to reach her pussy. She arched her back and helped take off her panties and rolled over face up. I slid a finger down the center of her lips to her portal of delight where I discovered she was already so lubricated her outer lips were wet. I inserted two fingers a little way in order to get my fingers damp and began to lightly massage her clit. I bent over blew lightly over the area teasing her with the thought I was about to lick her. Finally, I brushed my lips against her lower lips and quickly darted my tongue in and out. She tensed but obviously wanted more so while mainly using my fingers, and I kept on increasing the frequency and duration of my tongue’s manipulation. As she approached climax, I was using only my tongue and occasionally performing a quick suck on her clit. After she reached orgasm, I continued lightly and slowly licking her clit.
Eventually I felt her breath become deeper and I increased my intensity. She began tugging at my arm which confused me but I figured out that she wanted me to apply some attention to her breasts. She had very nicely shaped breasts but a little large for my tastes. But I didn't want to stop what I was doing and the position was too awkward to get a hand there. So I used my elbow to rub her left nipple.
Then I inserted two fingers in her vagina and began stimulating her G-spot while continuing to lick her. I thought to myself that this probably looks a little strange and that is when I noticed that the drapes were open and I lived in a ground floor apartment. I was living in the end apartment in a complex with apartments facing mine across a small courtyard. The double sliding glass doors were about ten feet away. There was little likelihood that someone would walk by and see what we were doing. However, I had noticed people walking by the porch before that night. By then the sun was nearly down and my lights were off, so it was not easy to be seen but it was possible.
We were having enough fun that it might not have mattered anyway. At any rate she was now approaching her second climax and I was simultaneously stimulating a breast, her clit and her G-spot. This time the closer she got to climax the less intensely I licked her and more intensely I manipulated her G-spot. Her orgasm seemed more intense this time but neither of us seemed ready to stop. Again, after her orgasm, I went back to licking her slowly. But this time I took my fingers out and began to lightly stroke her skin in those places I could reach. Due to the ungainly position I was in, those places were her inner thigh, a breast and an arm. Those strokes were as soft and slow and rhythmic as I could make them. This time her excitement level was going up faster than it had before and I tried to match her intensity.
I felt it was now time to start stroking her G-spot but this time I used three fingers instead of two. I was 6' 5" tall at that time and my hands are not small so it was tight but apparently not to the point it bothered her. This time as she began to climax, I was vigorously licking and stroking. Now I had read somewhere that a small amount of pain during a climax would increase its intensity. So as she started to peak I reached around with my other hand and started pinching her derriere. This time her intensity went through the roof. Her inner muscles grabbed my fingers with surprising strength. I was glad I did not have anything more sensitive inside her. It was like her inner muscles were trying to force me out but I pushed back and continued. She began to double up like she had a pain in her stomach and she began shaking. I was starting to get concerned because I had never heard about a woman reacting that strongly. I have since seen a diabetic seizure and this was only a little less intense. I felt her two fists pushing my head away and I was afraid I had hurt her but I then realized that her hands were clenched involuntarily and she could not open them.
I sat back up and looked into her eyes. I could see her eyes! I realized that the courtyard lights had turned on. I looked outside and was relieved to see that we had not gathered an audience. But I couldn't guarantee that someone had not been watching. She had a funny look in her eyes like she was still experiencing something. I wanted to feel like I was a part of it so I lightly traced a circle around a nipple. Almost as soon as I started she doubled up again. She grabbed my hand and with an exhausted smile she said softly “no, no, no”. She had climaxed again.
So I sat there with her head in my lap for a little bit but I felt I should be doing something. I wanted to touch her but I knew the touch couldn't be sexual in nature. So after waiting a little while I reached over and lightly traced a line on her side with a finger tip from about the height of her breast to her hip. To my amazement she doubled up again. This time she grabbed my hand quite firmly and wouldn't let go for at least five minutes.
Well, we still had not had supper and the burgers had been on the grill for at least an hour and a half. I figured that I had better at least go out and clean up the grill. I had put them on the top shelf of the grill but they still were close to the consistency of charcoal briquettes. Nevertheless she insisted on eating one even though I tried hard to convince her not to do it. I expect there was some form of gratitude being expressed but it was not necessary because I had one hell of a good time myself.
