I Brought Wine and Strawberries - He Brought His Cock to the Picnic

With the afternoon sun still high in the sky, I unfurl the picnic blanket and sit down next to Miles, snuggling up next to him. This week has been a tough one, too much work and not enough play, so this morning I packed a hamper full of goodies and suggested we go on a picnic.

We’re at the park, relaxing under a big oak tree. We looked for a quiet spot, somewhere away from the frisbee throwers, dog walkers and crazy cyclists. It doesn’t look like there’s anyone around, but you never know.

I pull out the salmon and cucumber sandwiches prepped earlier, a punnet of plump red strawberries, and a can of whipped cream. Miles pops the cork of a chilled bottle of fizz and pours two glasses until they are almost overflowing. I place a strawberry between my lips and lean forward, winking at my guy as he takes a bite.

The juice runs down my chin and dribbles onto my cleavage, and his eyes follow with glee. I look at Miles playfully and urge him to lick it up. He smiles and lowers his head, looking furtively around before using his tongue to lick the sticky syrup from my tit. “Would you like cream with that?” I ask, with a coy smile.

I can’t fail to notice the bulge growing in his shorts; his cock is stirring as I pull my top down and spray the sweet foam onto my naked breasts. Miles laps enthusiastically, as I glance over his shoulder.

I hear a dog bark in the distance and twigs breaking in the nearby woods, but I can’t see a soul. Is someone watching? The thought of it sends an unmistakable tingle between my thighs and my pussy starts to pulse.

I take a swig from the glass of fizz as Miles uses his tongue to remove the last trace of cream from my nipple. He pulled his T-shirt off and my eyes rove over his toned, strong arms.

He takes the can of cream from me, and I see the twinkle in his eye as he pushes me back gently. I’m wearing a short skirt, and his hands begin to travel up my naked thighs, tracing circles on my sun kissed skin. My knickers feel damp, and Miles rubs my pussy through the moist fabric, turning me on even more.

I moan as he eases my panties down and casually hangs them on a nearby branch. My cheeks burn – I’m not sure if it’s excitement or shame, but as the cool cream oozes onto my pussy I arch my back in pleasure. I love being licked out, and as he tickles my clit with his tongue, I pop an indulgent strawberry into my mouth.

We’re both slightly apprehensive about getting caught, I can tell that by the way we keep glancing about, but the more turned on we get the less we seem to care. If I’m honest, I’d love it if a curious couple emerged from the bushes, wandered over and joined in.

I close my eyes and imagine it, three pairs of hands roaming my body, lips on lips and limbs entwined, before we all fuck until the sun goes down.

I lie beside my man on the grass; we’ve somehow rolled from the picnic rug and my pussy is sticky from cream and my juice. Miles’ cock is almost bursting from his shorts and as I begin to rub it through the flimsy fabric I hear him groan with frustration.

I want to return the favor so I tug down his shorts, giggling when I realise, he’s commando. No boxers – well that makes things easier, I guess.

With his cock standing proud, I take a swig of my fizz and eye his shaft with a greedy glare, mumbling “I’m thirsty.” I leave the bubbly liquid in my mouth as I lower my head and slip my lips over his shaft.

Miles lets out a gasp as I move my head up and down, sucking and licking, expertly slurping up the fizz as I do. I take my time, alternating between sipping my wine and taking down his cock. I can tell he wants to cum, but I’m not done with him yet.

I pull the picnic rug clumsily over us as I straddle his lap. I’m still soaked from earlier and Miles is almost ready to shoot his load, and as I lower myself onto his cock, we both begin to rock back and forth. Miles always feels good inside me, but fucking like this, here in the park, sun on our skin, and knowing people might see, feels amazing.

I run my hands through his hair and he squeezes my ass cheeks, lifting me up and down as I rock on his cock. We’re moving faster now, shagging in sync and our moans are getting louder. If anyone is nearby, I am certain they will hear, or at least I hope they will.

Miles cums just as I lean back and feel my body shudder. I climax too, and we both slump back onto the grass, pulling the picnic blanket over us. Our juices, now mixed with cream, strawberry jus and fizz, pool around us, I find myself thinking we’ve created our own sexy summer smoothie.

Miles strokes my body beneath the rug, and I turn my face to kiss him squarely on the lips. I smile. It was all so refined when we arrived, picnic in hand. Somehow, things escalated and I quickly went from nibbling smoked salmon and cucumber sandwiches to nibbling his cock.

We lie there for a while, feeling relieved (although secretly disappointed) that no one caught us at it.

As picnics go, this must be up there with the best. We gather ourselves together and scoop up our picnic rug. We’ve eaten the goodies, and eaten each other, and we head home happy.

I’m so glad I brought wine and strawberries to the picnic, and I’m so glad he brought his cock.