Again I would like to thank angel love for her editing of my story.
Three days later, Kira arranged for a picnic date with Tyler. When he arrived, they kissed at her front door for several moments. As their bodies pressed together, Tyler could tell that she did not wear a bra under her yellow sundress. The feeling of her nipples against his chest excited him. They headed out the door with a picnic basket and blankets. When they reached a place surrounded by tall oak trees, and not visible from the road, they spread out the blankets and food, and settled down across from each other.
"Everything smells so good," Kira mentioned.
"Yea, but it looks even better," Tyler replied as he admired her figure.
The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and her tanned legs, and shiny red hair glistened in the afternoon sunlight. Kira had purposely left the top few buttons of her dress undone. As she unpacked the feast of fried chicken, fresh fruit, and bottled soda, he caught several glimpses of her breasts.
With a giggle, Kira asked. "Do you want breasts, or legs?"
"That's a loaded question, I'll take either, you cute thing," Tyler replied with a laugh. As they ate, the discussion topics included past lives, dreams, and hopes for the future.
"The chicken was so good it makes me want to lick your fingers," Tyler said.
He took her index finger between his lips and sucked on it gently. Then he slowly did the same thing to each finger on her trembling hand. Kira's heart raced, and felt sensual shivers all the way up her arm.
"Do you taste that good all over?" Tyler asked with a grin.
Kira opened the top of her dress, and bared her breasts to him. Tyler laid his head in her lap, and she bent over slightly, until her breast met his lips. Slowly, he covered them with kisses, but teasingly avoided her nipples for the moment. Kira cradled his head in her arms and moaned quietly. She had missed this closeness for far too long, and at that moment, she desired nothing more than to enjoy it again.
"Oh Tyler, that feels so good," Kira breathed when he finally closed his lips around her hard nipple.
She heard the sounds of his lips as he sucked on them gently. Kira sat up, pulled his zipper down, and slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock stood out from his body at an inviting angle. Kira asked him to stand in front of her, and when he did, she knelt before him. She blew warm breaths on his pubic hairs, and took his shaft in her hand. Tyler watched as her succulent mouth took his erection inside. Her fingers caressed his balls gently, and rolled them in her palms. She tried again to take most of his length, but as before, was only able to manage over half.
"Kira, I can tell you must really love doing that. Your husband was a fool to give you up."
Kira smiled to herself, and increased her speed. Yes he had been a fool. She had given every pleasure possible, and never wanted nothing more that to be a loving wife. But now, his loss was Tyler's sensual gain. All too soon, her mouth was filled with his warm seed, and she gratefully took every drop.
They packed, and drove back to the apartment complex. They cuddled on the sofa for almost thirty minutes, and kissed with true feelings, and emotion. Hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. Then Kira stood, and led Tyler hand in hand, towards her bedroom door. Tyler sat on her bed and watched as Kira removed her sundress, and stood before him in only white lace panties.
She lit two candles, turned off the light, and joined him on the bed. Tyler stared in pure appreciation at her, speechless, for several moments. The bed was covered with red satin sheets. Kira then lay on her belly, and Tyler commented on how absolutely stunning she looked. She heard a rustle of clothing behind her, and glanced back to see him naked, and fully hard.
"I'm nervous Tyler. But I really like you. Let's just see what feels right," Kira whispered in anticipation.
Tyler lay beside her as Kira shivered with nerves, and sexual need. He tenderly trailed kisses down her back, and stopped at the top of her panties. His hands sensually caressed the back of her legs, as he tongued along the waistband of the soft material.
"Take them off please," Kira almost pleaded.
He did as she requested, and gently massaged the soft curves of her ass. Then he did something her husband never had. Tyler replaced his hands with warm lips, and kissed all over both cheeks tenderly. She felt his strong hands pull her legs apart slightly. Then two long fingers entered her as he continued to kiss the softness of her ass.
"Oh yes... Tyler... so good..." Kira moaned.
She felt an orgasm build deep inside far sooner then she would had ever expected. Her belly tightened, and her breath came in short, ragged, pants. Just before she lost control, Tyler suddenly stopped. Kira looked over her shoulder, eyes wide with need, and confusion. She had been mere seconds away from climax. Why did he stop?
"No," Tyler said softly. "Not yet." His strong hands rolled her onto her back. She noticed the look in his eyes, when her reddish pubes were exposed to him in the soft glow of the candlelight.
