The Picnic - Sex Stories

The Picnic

It was late September, the k**s were back in school and the days were getting shorter and cooler. We had come into the city for supplies. Peter and I had discussed the possibility of my hooking up with Tom, one of my old lovers, this trip to town. Peter loved it when I got together with a lover and brought him home a pussy full of cum, or at least details of fun I’ve had. I was thrilled, a chance to score some great sex with an old friend. I called Tom and he was glad to hear I was in town and of course, he would love to get together with me. We arranged to meet the next day. I would pick him up and we’d go for a drive. We had a special spot that we had enjoyed many times before. The next day I dressed for my date for Tom in a skirt, blouse that buttoned down the front AND a pair of panties. I don’t usually wear panties but I wanted to make sure I had a treat for Peter when I got home. I picked up Tom at the time we had agreed upon, my panties already getting wet from the thoughts of the fun ahead of me. As I drove we talked about how things had been since we had last seen each other. Tom’s left hand reached over and massaged my shoulder a bit. He then let his hand drift down to graze the side of my breast, cupping underneath and gently fondling it, he mentioned how much he had missed me. His hand came to rest on my right leg, a few inches below my pulsing with excitement pussy and above the hem of my skirt. Oh he loved to tease me, and my body still responded. We drove out ...

... the road, past the ferry terminal to the campground. This time of year the gate was closed and the campground was open to pedestrian traffic only. I parked the car and we walked through the campground to a familiar site that we had enjoyed many times before. The picnic table was set back away from the road. The view was out over the water with snowy mountain peaks in the distance. The sun, filtered through the tall spruce, warmed our bodies. We had not seen anyone else around and there were no other cars parked outside the gate. We were feeling pretty lucky and very excited to have the place to ourselves. We dropped our backpacks and jackets at one end of the picnic table. Tom reached out and brought me into his arms for a long slow welcoming kiss. My hands ran over his back, down to his butt, pulling him in tighter. I could feel his huge bulge poking at me through the layers of fabric. Memories flooded my senses as we ground our hips together, his hands now on my ass, squeezing and pulling me in as tight as could possibly be. When we came up for air, we stepped apart enough for Tom to start unbuttoning my blouse to expose my naked tits underneath, just as he remembered, I didn’t wear a bra. While he was working on my buttons, I had been working on the buttons of his jeans. He was commando, just the way I had always liked him to be, ready for me. He guided me back till my ass was pressed against the picnic table. He helped raise me up so I was sitting on the edge of the table, ...