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Picnic

... the bottle of wine and our cups close at hand. I took off my shoes and socks and rolled up my khakis and got into the hammock facing her. I reached over and handed her her cup of wine and took mine. “Cheers! This is much better.” “Much,” she smiled. I could feel the warmth of her leg against my bare skin. We chatted happily as we ate our sandwiches and then shared some hummus and carrots, passing the hummus back and forth between us. “Man, that was delicious,” she said. “I’m full.” “Too full for dessert?” “You brought dessert?” “I have a surprise.” I got out of the hammock and went to the car, returning with the strawberries and champagne. “Close your eyes,” I said to her. “Huh?” “It’s a surprise,” I repeated, feigning annoyance. She closed her eyes and I quietly opened the champagne. I had her drink what was left of the rosé and took the glass from her and poured her some champagne. “Now,” I said, having fun instructing her. “Hold this but don’t drink it yet. Smell this,” I said, holding a strawberry under her Roman nose. “Mmm, strawberry,” she smiled “Open your mouth,” I commanded and she parted her lips, her tongue licking them as she did so. “Take a little bite but don’t chew it and don’t swallow.” She smiled. She was enjoying the game. She ran her tongue along the berry and then her white teeth sunk into its bright red flesh. “Now take a sip from your cup.” She did as she was told. Her eyes still closed, she chewed gently and as the flavors of the champagne and the ...

... strawberry mixed in her mouth a broad grin came over her face. She swallowed and smiled broadly, opening her eyes to reveal them laughing. “Oh my God, that was delicious!” she exclaimed. “Would you like another?” I offered. “Don’t you want one?” she teased. “I’d love one.” “Would you like me to feed it to you?” she smiled. “I have a better idea. Close your eyes,” I repeated the instructions as before but this time when she took a sip of champagne I told her she couldn’t chew or swallow. I leaned over her and kissed her lips. She grinned and her lips parted and allowed me to taste her and take the strawberry from her mouth. I swallowed it, returning to kiss her again, our tongues free to play. Her’s met mine enthusiastically and I enjoyed the taste of saliva mixed with the strawberry and the champagne. I stopped and smiled at her. “Good?” she smiled up at me. “Excellent,” I said. “This is a big one,” I smiled. “I will hold it for your while you lick it.” I knelt next to her and held the berry inches from her face. Her eyes met mine as her tongue came out and passed longingly over the surface of the berry. She made a few more slow passes. “Can I suck it?” she smiled. I nodded and she took the berry slowly in her mouth, her lips wrapping around it. Her hand clasped over mine and she held it firmly, her head rising to meet the berry and bobbing up and down. “Take it,” I whispered, “but don’t eat it.” She took the fruit from me and continued licking and sucking it. Her lips were ...