A picnic? I'd love a picnic" Fred answered to the crackling voice of his lover on the other end of the phone line. "Do I need to stop and get anything on the way home?" "Nope, just yourself my love" was the answer. The rest of the afternoon Fred could think of nothing else. He and Peggy often shared dinner as a picnic, going to their favorite secluded area in a local park often spending hours enjoying the meal and each other. Fred rushed home from work anxious to share a romantic picnic with his "sweet nymph."
"Peggy, I'm home" he called out as he entered the door. Peggy appeared from around the corner, "ready to nibble?" she laughed. "If the food is as good as you look, I'll do more than nibble." Fred took her in his arms and kissed her hello. He loved the feel of her soft lips and took every opportunity to kiss her. Peggy took one of his hands and moved it to her breast. He could feel that underneath her sundress she was without a bra, she moved his hand to her bottom and he knew immediately she was without panties too. Fred wanted to take her right there, it wouldn't be a first, but she pushed him away gently and giggled "you'll have to eat your vegetables first if you expect dessert." They headed out the door together carrying the picnic basket and a pair of blankets.
When they reached "their spot," a place surrounded by tall oaks, not visible from the road, they spread out the blankets and settled down across from each other. "Mmmmmm everything smells so good" Fred mentioned as he took a deep breath. The aroma of the food mixed with fresh air and the heady scent of Peggy's cologne. Peggy had worn the dark sundress Fred had first seen her in when they met in Clearwater, it seemed so long ago now. She left the top two buttons undone as well as a few of the bottom ones. Fred watched her with loving eyes as she moved about unpacking the basket. He caught a glimpse of leg here, a glimpse of breast there, just enough to entice him and set his passion burning. The reaction wasn't lost on Peggy, she noticed the growing bulge in his jeans and smiled to herself. "I hope you like breasts and legs" she purred with a wicked grin, as she set the fried chicken down in front of him. She could be a tease when she wanted to, and she often wanted to.
Fred leaned over the food propping himself with his hands and gave Peggy a warm kiss, "thank you my love, everything looks wonderful." Before them lay an array of Peggy's fried chicken, slices of fresh fruit, and cold bottled water. As he had so long ago in Clearwater, Fred picked a piece of fresh fruit and put it to Peggy's waiting lips. Her mouth opened slowly and he watched intently as she bit into the juicy offering. A soft "mmmmmm" escaped her lips as juice ran off them and down her chin. Fred used a finger to stop it from dripping on her dress, and then put his finger to his lover's lips. Peggy let the very tip of her tongue lick the juice away from his skin. Fred's eyes were drawn to her cleavage visible beneath the fabric that fell open as she leaned toward him. The fire inside was now lit for both of them.
They shared stories of each others' workday while they ate. Laughing at the goofy things that happened, complaining about the problems just to get them out of the way, listening to each other. Often one or the other would lean over and feed a fresh piece of fruit to a waiting and hungry mouth. It was a small gesture, but in this place as the sun waned, it was incredibly sensual. Peggy's chicken as always was delicious and Fred enjoyed each piece "breasts and legs" indeed he thought to himself, hers were the only ones he wanted to enjoy now.
A few pieces of fruit, and a few rays of the sun were all that remained now. Fred made the first move, taking Peggy's hand in his and bringing it to his mouth. "This chicken was so good it makes me want to lick your fingers" and with that he took Peggy's index finger between his lips and sucked on it gently. Fred's tongue swirled around it, licking it clean and teasing it. He pulled it from between his lips biting down on it slightly and did the same thing to each finger on Peggy's now shaking hand. Peggy had her eyes closed and let Fred do whatever it was he was doing to her. His warm mouth felt wonderful on her fingers and he kissed her palms and the back of her hands when he was finished. "Do you taste that good all over?" Peggy answered by opening the top of her dress to him. Fred laid his head in her lap and Peggy bent slightly so that her breast met his lips. Slowly, and very lightly Fred began to kiss Peggy with wet, open mouth kisses. He covered her breast with kisses, carefully avoiding her hardening nipple. Peggy cradled his head in her arm and moaned quietly. Peggy's other hand rubbed his hardened cock still hidden beneath his jeans.
"Freddy, that feels so good" was all Peggy could manage to say as Fred closed his lips around her nipple now. Suckling it like a child, he pulled it between his lips letting the rough surface of his tongue spread across it, and press against it. Peggy heard the wet sounds of Fred's lips pulling her nipple into his mouth, she felt the hardness of his teeth as he bit gently on her. His own hardness felt warm to her fingers even through his jeans. Peggy undid his button and pulled his zipper down. His cock strained to be free of its' confines and reached for the cool air filling the wooded glen. As she let her finger trace the outline of the engorged head a whispered "ohhhh God" filled her ears.
