1. A Meeting In Nature


    Date: 7/20/2024, Categories: Bisexual, Author: storymanza 

    ... something that we can watch on our own, and maybe share with Tokelo.”

“Oh, I like that,” she replied, a flash of tingles crossing her eyes. “I like that a lot; now I am even wetter.”

We carried on up the hill, chatting about nature, the flowers, trees, insects, and birds, as well as using Python to program drone control systems and make an API for the AI systems to use.

We stopped under a big apple leaf tree to take a drink of water, and I pulled Lerato close, and we kissed passionately. It was one of those kisses that just make you feel like you are floating. I pressed my knee between her legs, and they parted, and I pulled her close, so her pussy moved against my leg.

Lerato sighed into the kiss and relaxed against me, moving a little to feel it in her clit as it rubbed on my leg. I held her in the small of her back and pressed my cock against her pelvis. She pressed back against me and ground a bit harder against my leg.

“Kisses like that make me ache,” she said. “We make a good team.”

“My cock believes you,” I said, straightening out my underwear.

“That’s very boyish,” said Lerato, smiling.

“Drone two, distance one point five metres, head height, focus on female human,” I said to the drone controller, and the drone came around and recorded the continuance of our kiss while drone one was further away and higher.

“Drone one, maintain distance, but come to three metres and return smoothly, cinematic approach,” I continued instructing the ...
    ... drone.

The brief interruption hardly slowed down our passionate kiss, and one of my hands pulled Lerato’s top out from her trousers and ran my hand up her bare back. I was surprised that there was no bra strap, so I moved my hand around and cupped her left breast, gently teasing the nipple.

“Not only no panties,” I said, pinching her nipple gently.

“For you, Stefano,” she said. “And maybe for Tokelo.”

“Your breasts don’t need a bra,” I said, starting to unbutton her shirt and receiving no objection.

“What are the drones recording, and what happens to the video?” Lerato asked quite reasonably.

“You install an app called ‘AfroDrone Control’ when we are back,” I said. “Then you tell it to save the files to your phone, and it is yours. Local save removes them from the drone storage. You can watch it, delete it, share it with Tokelo, whatever you want. If you are not comfortable with it, I can issue ‘Command 99’, and the drones will delete all recordings, return to us, and shut down.”

“No, no!” she exclaimed. “I want to let Tokelo watch, but from my phone when we meet. And I want to masturbate to them when you are not here.”

“Perfect,” I said, leaving the drones flying and bending down to take Lerato’s nipple in my mouth while playing with the other one with my thumb and finger.

“Feels so nice,” she sighed. “Let’s walk about 10 minutes more. There is a rock that will be more comfortable and shaded.”

“Okay,” I replied, starting to button her top.

“Leave it,” ...
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