The Picnic

By Crissy

What a wonderful way to start the day, a beautiful sunrise, a cup of coffee and planning what she hoped would be a perfect day. She showered, put on her jeans and a black lace bra, her black leather v-neck vest and boots. A light spray of her favorite perfume and she was almost ready. She dried her long brown hair and put it back in a pony tail, put on a little mascara, blush, and a bit of lip gloss. There, she was ready. She was so nervous, would things go as she hoped or was she merely dreaming that today could be the turning point in their relationship… only time would tell.

She went downstairs and started packing the picnic lunch she’d shopped for the day before. A nice bottle of wine, three different cheeses, apples and grapes and just in case that wasn’t enough; the sweet, chicken teriyaki salad with pecans that she made the day before. She had thought about this day for months and she’d finally gotten the nerve. They always had great sex but she wanted to make today special, she’d always wanted to make love outdoors and today was going to be the day… she hoped to give him a day he would never forget. He didn’t know what she had planned, what if he wasn’t interested… what if he wasn’t that adventurous? She put here doubts aside and sat down for one more cup of coffee thinking about the day ahead.

She heard the rumble of his motorcycle as he pulled into her driveway, she was so nervous and having second thoughts, so many what if’s. She fought them and the knot in her stomach and met him at the door. He was wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt. He was a good looking man and filled out those jeans nicely. He worked out just about every day, strong arms and legs, nice back and such a hot tight ass. He was rugged with a well groomed beard, strong rugged men were her weakness and he definitely made her weak. But the thing that got to her most was his smile and those hazel eyes. Under all the ruggedness was a sensitive, gentle man.

He gave her the once over, head to toe, smiled, told her she looked dangerous then looked into her eyes and asked if she was ready. She looked into his hazel eyes and for a minute she couldn’t think, he had that effect on her. They’d gone riding in the country before and she loved it. She loved the peacefulness and always felt rejuvenated after a ride with him. She folded the throw blanket and handed it to him with the basket. She had looked all over for a basket that would work, this one fit right in the side-bag, perfect. This was the first time she brought a picnic lunch; they usually stopped somewhere along the way. He looked at the basket and looked at her and gave her a big smile, did he know what she was up to? She grabbed her jacket and they were off for a day of riding and hopefully a lot more.

They rode out of town about 30 minutes, it was a beautiful day. He turned down a road and she could see a grove of trees off in the distance, “perfect” she thought. When they got to the trees he rode into the woods a ways and parked the bike. He grabbed the basket and gave her the blanket. There were some big rocks and a stream, what a beautiful grassy area! One thing for sure, nobody would find them here. He walked over and put the basket on a rock, she laid the blanket next to the basket. He took her hand and they walked up the stream, they had found great places to explore before but nothing like this. They walked and talked for a while, stopped and splashed water at each other which turned into a full blown water fight. It was a warm late spring day and the water felt good. They always had fun together; they were made from the same mold. They started back to dry off and have lunch.

She grabbed the blanket and basket, spread the blanket out and handed him the bottle of wine to open while she got the cheese and fruit out of the basket. He sat down on the blanket next to her, she fed him a grape and he poured two glasses of wine. She made two little platters of cheese and fruit; they lay on their stomachs and enjoyed the mini feast. He couldn’t help but look down the front of her vest; she was giving him a perfect view from the side. He could feel the heat building in his groin, she was getting to him. They talked about their dreams and plans, fed each other cheese and fruit, and laughed; they had so much in common. She leaned toward him and gave him a gentle kiss with parted lips, teasing him with her tongue. He put his hand on the small of her back and gently caressed her back then gently rolled her onto her back. Long sweet kisses on each others lips and necks, things were heating up but this isn’t what she had in mind. She had another plan so she sat up, got up and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him up to his feet.

They stood up, he grabbed her and kissed her again… she pulled away and took his hand and walked toward his bike, stopping before they got there giving him another sweet kiss, this time a little more passionately outlining his lips with her tongue and then a deep passionate kiss, their tongues danced, they were both getting hot. He started to unsnap her vest as they kissed and she gently pulled away again, walking toward the bike. When she got to the bike she straddled it, facing backwards and pulled him closer, sliding her hands under his t-shirt and gently pulling it over his head, kissing his chest as she removed it. When it was off she gave him another passionate kiss on the lips and then kissed him down his chest, stopping to flick her tongue on his nipples.

He straddled the bike facing her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, unsnapped her vest revealing her lace bra, which he undid and dropped on the ground exposing her breasts. She gently pulled away from him again, pushing him backwards a bit, kissing his chest down toward his stomach, unbuttoning his jeans as she did. She slid her hands in the back of his jeans, feeling his firm ass and started to slowly remove his pants. She leaned him back against the sissy bar and took his boots and socks off, one at a time, looking him in the eyes while she was doing it. She then leaned forward and took off her boots and socks; he cupped her breasts while she did and kissed her shoulders gently as he let her hair down from the ponytail. She leaned back again and removed his jeans, then he helped her remove hers, kissing the whole time.

She pulled him toward her, holding him by his sides and flicked his nipples with her tongue and then started to gently suck, first one then the other, he was moaning lightly and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. He could smell her hair and her perfume, he was hot… he’d never made love on his bike before. He thought how perfect it was that it was her… he grabbed her hips and slid his hard dick into her wet pussy, she was tight and started to gyrate her hips ever so slightly. He kissed her shoulders, down to her breasts and gently bit her nipples as he held her side with the other hand. She reached back and grabbed the handlebars as he started fucking her, easy and slow. He held her by her sides as he slowly fucked her, deeper with each thrust, she wrapped her legs loosely around him and started to moan… She let go of the handlebars and pulled herself toward him, kissing him passionately on his neck and lips, she had her arms around his neck, he was fucking her a little faster and harder, she was getting louder. He laid her back, she grabbed the handlebars again and he gave her a good hard thrust, a few gentle ones and then another hard one… she was moaning his name. He picked up the pace again, harder and faster, he could feel her dripping wet pussy tighten around his hard dick and he knew she would cum if he kept fucking her so he slowed down and kissed her breasts and neck, he was going to make this last… she put her arms around him, her breathing slowed and she was barely moaning, regaining her strength, it was time.

He leaned back, held her sides and started fucking her again, deep, hard, fast, in, out, in out, in, out… she was moaning loudly and so was he. She grabbed the handlebars again… She could feel his hard dick filling her with every thrust, her pussy tightened around his dick and she began screaming, “yes, yes, yes”, the more she screamed the harder and deeper he thrust until they both came, he could feel her cumming again and again and she screamed out his name, unable to take anymore. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and he held her close and tight as they sat on his bike, holding each other and trying to catch their breath.

After a few minutes they got off the bike, picked up their clothes grabbed each other and held one another for a few minutes, still not fully recovered they slowly made their way back to the blanket and put their clothes back on. He poured them each another glass of wine, finishing the bottle and she dished up the chicken teriyaki salad. They lay down and took a short nap, in each other’s arms. This was the perfect day she had planned.

Crissy Jackman ©2004