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Picnic

... stained red now, I kissed them and slid her shirt up to reveal her breasts, pale and ample but firm, her pale pink nipples rock hard. I squeezed one and her breath quickened. She leaned forward awkwardly so I could remove her t-shirt altogether. As she lay back down, I kissed her again and held her breast firmly. Her saliva had turned the strawberry nearly to mush. I gave her another sip of champagne. I gave her a little too much and some of the liquid fell out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek and neck. I ran my tongue slowly over her skin to mop it up, squeezing her breast as I did. She moaned. “You should eat it now,” I whispered. “But slowly. Licking sucking and nibbling.” She did as she was told and I took another berry and alternated teasing her nipples with the fruit and with my tongue. I ran the fruit down her body over her firm stomach, my tongue following the sweet trail down. She had finished her strawberry now and was laying, her ass lifting slightly to meet my attentions and urging me to remove her shorts. I teased her a little, running the fruit over her pubis and over the smooth nylon fabric of her shorts and over her lips. She moaned again. Her arms were stretched over her head, her underarms covered in a light layer of hair. I wanted to lick her there but she had other ideas. As I ran the berry over her lips again she lifted her ass and moaned. I could not help but to slide her shorts slowly off her. Kelly’s beautiful form lay naked in front of ...

... me and I admired every inch of her. She had been elegantly trimmed a few weeks ago, probably before she began this camping trip, but her hair was growing back now. I ran the berry lightly over her bush and then over her lips and up to her clit. The berry glistened, her juices refracting in the afternoon sun. I sucked them off the berry, the heady aroma of her sex mixing with the subtle sweetness of the berry. I ran my tongue over her pubis, her ass lifting to meet me. I slipped the fruit inside her pussy and then brought it to her mouth. “I like the way you taste. Do you?” She smiled and licked her juices from the berry. “I do,” she answered, taking the plump fruit inside her mouth, sucking a little bit and then chewing it slowly. I gave her another sip of champagne and then kissed her. She ran her hands up under my shirt and pulled it loose, her tongue rolling in my mouth more urgently, her hips pumping up and down in a slow rhythm. I stopped kissing her as she slid my shirt over my head, her soft fingers running over my hard stomach followed by her hungry tongue. I squeezed her breast again and sucked it, my tongue outlining her breast and then running up her side and over the thin hair under her arm, the musk of her body playing in my nostrils and increasing my desire. I kissed her again and then stood next to her, her hands anxiously rubbing over my ass and unfastening my belt. As she pulled my pants down, my cock sprang free and she took it in her hand, clenching her fist ...