It's another warm, sunny day so we jump in the car and head off to the forest car park. There's no-one else there when we arrive but that doesn't matter, we're going to have some fun anyway.
We wander down the well-trodden path, just ambling along, hand in hand. We've gone quite a long way into the woods when I spot a likely looking pathway leading deeper into the woods.
Walking slowly through the trees it seems to have got warmer. There's no breeze deeper in the woods and your short little dress has stopped blowing in the wind.
This dress has a lovely, ruffled top with no straps or sleeves. My arm is already draped over your shoulders so I slide my hand under your top and down until my fingers reach your nipple. A gentle rub gets the first reaction, a low gasp, an intake of breath. I grasp the nipple and squeeze it gently and this brings another soft moan.
We've walked quite a way now and the woods are thinning out. Ahead of us there's a small barn. The farmhouse that it's associated with is way over in the distance and there's absolutely no movement of people or animals anywhere around. Just by the barn there's a wooden garden bench table, the kind that you see in pub gardens.
That will do nicely.
We're standing by the table and I've placed our picnic blanket on the top. Hopefully there's going to be a picnic, or at least something to eat, and fairly soon. The top of the table is just about level with your bum so I lift you slightly and sit you on the end of the table. I've managed to lift your short dress up as I lifted you so you aren't sitting on it. That's good because I'm just about to lift it clean over your head, fold it and place it gently on one of the seats. You're naked because you aren't allowed to wear any knickers when in my company and the dress is the sort that doesn't warrant a bra.
As usual, you make that futile attempt to cover your nakedness but you know I won't allow it so, when I growl 'Don't!' at you, you lower your hands. 'Move up and then lay back' I say and you slide yourself down the table until your knees are touching the table end.
I take the first of two lengths of rope from my pocket and attach it to one of your wrists. The other end is tied to the top of the table so that your arm is over your head. I repeat the process at the other side. This position lifts your magnificent breasts up so the nipples point straight at the blue sky.
The picnic blanket is so long that it hangs down quite a long way behind your head. I lift the end and drape the blanket over your head. Now you can't see anything. As I move back towards your feet, I brush my fingers lightly over your naked breasts and watch your nipples spring to life. Another soft groan tells me that you're paying attention. My hand moves slowly down your soft belly until my fingers are resting just above your pussy. Your legs are closed. This isn't allowed so I slap the outside of your thigh with my palm, hard. You realise your mistake and open your legs to the sunshine.
Now I'm between your legs at the end of the table I can see your naked pussy lips.
They aren't apart yet because your legs aren't quite open enough. A gentle push on each knee moves them apart. One more move and then we're ready. I grip an ankle in each hand and lift them up onto the tabletop. I'm not going to tie your feet. I want to be able to lift them even higher at some point and ropes would restrict this.
Now I can see that your pussy lips are open and there's a slight glisten of moisture between the lips. I bend forward and plant a gentle kiss on the outside of one pussy lip. Another groan. Another kiss, on the other side. Another groan.
Your legs are safely on the table so I lean even further forward, quickly part your lips with my fingers and gently lick the top of your clit. This doesn't bring a groan but a cry of pleasure. That's better. Three or four more licks and you're starting to squirm under my tongue. There's a dribble of liquid from your vagina and it has a sweet, musky smell. I dip my head down and lick up some of your juice. It tastes as sweet as I expected it to.
The insertion of a finger into your vagina promotes a buck of the hips and a loud moan of pleasure. I keep completely still, not moving the finger a millimetre. I can feel your G spot. I know exactly where I am. Your vagina is now throbbing in expectation. But I'm waiting. Waiting until you can't stand it anymore and begin to beg.
It doesn't take long. You begin to gyrate your hips, hoping that the action will cause me to move inside you. It doesn't.
'Please Daddy' I hear from beneath the cloth.
'Please what, Baby?' I reply. 'I need to cum Daddy' you mumble.
'Louder' I say.
'Daddy, I need to cum' you say.
'No Baby, you don't need to cum, you want to cum so if you want to cum you need to ask nicely. Tell Daddy what you want'.
'I want you to make me cum, so many times. I want to cum on your tongue. I want to feel fingers inside me. Please Daddy?'
'That's better' I reply and immediately push my finger deep inside you and touch your G spot. I push my thumb onto your clit and rub it slowly, the way I know will drive you mad.
'Oh my God' you gasp. 'Daddy. I'm going to cum'.
'Yes Baby, you are' I answer and wiggle deep inside you.
'But I'm going to be noisy' you cry out, 'people will hear me'.