I parked the truck near the weather beaten, log gate. The wind moved the sweet smelling clover back and forth in the field just beyond. The gravel crunched beneath our feet as we carried the blanket and cooler toward the gate. This was one of my favourite spots on my property. An old farm about 20 minutes outside the city, I inherited the place after the passing of my father. There was a huge maple tree, dressed in its fall brilliance, about 30 feet away. A silent, solitary witness to 150 years of history in this field, the tree would provide us shelter from a coming storm.
The dark clouds had grown thicker in the early fall sky around the time I picked Tina up. We were introduced through mutual friends and had made it awkwardly through two dates. I thought the clichéd picnic in a field might seal the deal with her. She was stunning today. Her loose-curled brown hair reached her shoulders. She was wearing a soft cotton sundress that didn't offer much protection from the gentle chill in the wind but looked amazing nonetheless. The bright white dress complimented her brightly coloured nails and full red lips.
My culinary skills would shine as we sat on the thick comforter spread out under the protection of the old tree. I opened the cooler and offered her a Subway sandwich and bag of baked ruffles potato chips. She ribbed me good-naturedly and the teasing continued through the first bottle of wine. I poured her a glass from the second bottle then raised my glass "To Scott and Shannon, for getting us together and making these last 2 weeks fulfilling and fun." Our glasses chimed together and as she took a drink I moved toward her, gently kissing her lips.
She moaned into me, opening her mouth and searching for my tongue with hers. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed her wineglass and set it down beside mine. I was supporting myself with my left arm and holding the back of her head with my right hand. We continued kissing and laid down on our sides. I have been told many times that I'm a good kisser and have also been told how important that is to the fairer sex. I gently traced her mouth with my tongue and gently sucked on her upper lip giving it a quick bite. She pushed into me hard and her hands began stroking my arms and shoulders.
Fat droplets of rain began falling. Drumming onto the leaves above and splashing into ground around us. We stood, getting ready to make the run back to the truck. She was breathing heavy as the rain began to land on her, her tanned chest getting splashed. I held her hand as she went to run, pulled her back to me and kissed her hard again. My hands were on either side of her face, keeping her close. I was so turned on. The white dress was sticking to her sexy body as the rain hammered down. Rivulets of rain streaked down between her breasts.
I pushed her back to the tree, pinning her against the trunk. She ground herself into my thigh as I held her wrists above her head, against the tree with one hand and let the other hand explore her breasts. I kissed her hard again, inhaling through her mouth, sucking the air out of her. Her nipples were hard and the soft red of a ripe cherry's flesh. I sucked on them as her hands stroked through my hair.
She suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands working the belt and buttons loose. She grabbed my jeans on each hip and yanked them down along with my underwear. My cock bobbed free, already hard and danced for a second in front of her. I looked down and watched as it disappeared into her hot moist mouth. She had no problem taking it all the way to the base since I'm only average length. She slowly stroked my cock with her mouth as her hands held onto my tight and well defined hamstrings. "Look up at me while you do that" I whispered. As her head tilted slightly back, her hair fell away from her face and her blue eyes sparkled. She continued working my hard cock with her expert tongue as she stared up at me.
