We had known each other, you and I, for a little while. An intersection of groups of friends kept us on each other's radar. It wasn't until recently that we were both out of a relationship properly mourned and in each other's orbit.
Both of us were in a state of 'like' after a couple of dates, both of which were clothes-on affairs. The standard fare dinner and conversation and feelings-check first date, naturally, and an impromptu not-really-a-date random hey-whatchu-doin' coffee.
It was time for a picnic!
You agreed.
I picked you up in the car all of our friends knew as notoriously unreliable. I prefer to think that my car is notoriously capable of creating stories and adventures. Top-down, wind in your hair, picnic basket on the tiny backseat, the reliability of a 1961 Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spider was not on your list of concerns.
A friend of mine owns property in the local mountains. It has been reported to be a large piece of land, beautiful views, with a building he has deemed as to be removed. We are both familiar with the area where the property is located, just not exactly where the property is located. I gathered permission and location from my friend.
The Picnic Adventure was my idea, you were what made it interesting, we headed-off to find the property. Ever diligent, I checked the weather before we took-off on our convertible Alfa Romeo adventure. All-clear, nothing as far as the high-tech radar could see. At least that was the case when I was packing the picnic basket.
We arrived, spread the goodies from the picnic basket on a thick wool blanket and settled-down for some light food and beverages in the shade. We could see the building that my friend wanted removed not far in the distance. The lure of the creek, shade, company, food, and drinks was too great to resist.
You were beautiful that day. The sunlight was soft, the temperatures were moderate, and a breeze stirred our easy converastions.
It was agreed that it would be fun to walk to the small building in the distance, the one that was to be removed. From where we were, it looked like a small log cabin in disrepair. Roofed, but no doors in doorframes or windows in windowframes and a fun-house tilted front porch. It is early afternoon, broad daylight, and the mood is not that of the beginning of a cheap horror movie.
The gentle kiss you laid on me while we were packing picnic parephrenalia was a solid clue for me.
Conversations continued as we strolled up the dirt road to the abandoned cabin. The drop in temperature wasn't noticed by either of us because we were chattering away. And the clouds were rolling-in behind us. I felt the first drop when we were pretty close to the cabin. We both felt our second drops at the same time.
We stopped, turned to face each other, shared a smile and took-off running for the abandoned cabin. We got wet, but not soaked, arriving at the cabin at about the same time. Individual arrival times, arbitrary finish-lines, and imaginary handicaps were debated shortly before I took you in my arms. You reciprocated, opening your arms to wrap them around me.
I let you know, physically and verbally, that you next to me is the greatest feeling in the world. I lean down, brush your wet hair away from your neck, move your collar out of the way, and kiss your neck. And again, on my lip's way to your earlobe. I gently nibble your earlobe, lower my hands to your damp shorts covering your sexy ass. Both of your ass-cheeks in my large hands, raising you slightly then lowering your clothing-trapped pussy down my throbbing and standing at attention cock hidden beneath my own pair of damp shorts.
You were instantly wet.
We quickly kiss in between quickly disrobing each other. Mission accomplished, we hold hug each other, nothing between us now. Your nipples against me, your soft and warm breasts flattened against my bare chest by our embrace. You can feel the length of my cock against your stomach; both of us feel it throbbing against you. We share a smile and retire to the wooden floor. A warm summer rain falls outside, no lightning, no thunderclaps, just a steady rain. You feel safe, there's no one around except for us, the rain on the tin roof beats a pattern you were trying to make sense of...
...until I finished kissing my way down to your pussy.
