As the days passed by, both Fred and Ginger could not stop their minds wondering to their last encounter, not wanting it to stop, but again their lives forcing them apart, but both still both recalling it like it was a dream. Adding extra bits in their minds as they used it as stimulation when alone.
Did it actually happen; did they both clean up and then sit sipping a coffee as if nothing had happened at all?
But they both knew it had, the excitement they had experienced secretly making them desire more. Those feelings would not leave there minds, so again they teased and tormented until there next meeting was arranged.
This time, they were to meet and drive into the countryside, Fred already aware where they were heading and was pleased to see that Ginger had dressed similar to their last encounter as she stepped from her car and got into his.
Her legs outstretched from the seat and the bare flesh enticing him already, causing Fred's eyes to stray from the road as they drove. He finally placed his hand on her thigh and gently caressed her leg as they drove, teasing again on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, sliding up and down to torment her, easing slowly towards her crotch.
The jokes about picnic benches recalled in his mind, but just how much of a feast had he planned for Ginger today? He was so hungry for her, but wondered if she would she want to eat herself, or just be happy for Fred to feast on her, something he so wanted to do, and planned too.
He wanted to push her boundaries with the thoughts of her submissive and exhibitionist side still very fresh in his mind. He had never thought of her this way, far too shy and quiet, but as he remembered that famous saying, "It's the quiet ones you have to watch", he smiled to himself and wondered.
As they pulled onto the car park, Ginger could see that this was a little more public than there previous meetings, cars were parked, people were around. Fred picked a bag off the back seat, opened the door for Ginger, watching as her legs stretched out knowingly parting and teasing her lover with no thought for the others around seeing her.
His arm went around her waist and slid down to rest on her bottom, leading her across the grass, their eyes meeting, faces grinning as his hand squeezing her cheek, gauging her reaction purposely knowing that anyone looking to clearly see. There was no reaction, just her smile.
As they walked, his hand was slowly lifting the skirt as he caressed her, finally feeling the bare flesh beneath his fingertips, her face colouring but again no resistance being shown, now with her full knowledge that others may actually be benefiting from there play, getting excited about her little cheeky flashes causing which was know causing her to moisten as they walked.
They arrived at the clearing, Ginger smiled and laughed out as she noticed the picnic bench, turning to Fred and calling him a naughty man. He smirked at her and denied knowing what she was talking about, instead pulling from the bag a picnic blanket, placing it down and laying back on the ground on top of it, patting to the side of him for Ginger to join him.
She towered over him as he lay back and watched her pacing around, he sensed she was a little nervous at the public location, taking in the surroundings as her feet passed his head, tormenting him as she stepped right over and exposed herself to her lover.
He had never seen the beautiful place between her legs, only touched and caressed it, but there it was, exposed for his viewing for a moment. She knew, she wanted to tease and torment him, to cause his bulge to grow before her eyes, just feet above him, so tempting and he just wanted to pull her down and be smothered by her body as she sat down on his face right then.
But she didn't, instead stepping away, sitting down like a lady before lying down beside him, but then again leaning over and kissing the man she always longed too. His leg went between her thighs, forcing her legs to split and was now pressing hard against her, her legs locking on his and grinding down on his leg as the kiss began to get more passionate.
She rolled and climbed on top of him, kneeling over his groin and pressed down to confirm for herself his excitement. She asked what else was in the bag, and was told there were just a couple of things that might be needed.
"What?" She said.
Fred chuckled and replied that obviously they would need some refreshments so he had bought drinks. She laughed, leaning forward again to kiss him, now on her hands and knees, her bottom in the air and her back arching over his body. As they parted, Fred held her face towards him lovingly, looking in her eyes, he asked,
"Would it shock you if I said there was a man behind you in the bushes staring right at your bottom?"
Gingers eyes went wide, she wanted to turn, to see for herself, but his hands held her still as she asked,
"Is there?"
Fred told her not to turn, but she had no intention of doing so, but she rolled off, lay back and asked again and got no response from Fred, other than to be told to relax and enjoy the countryside and the sights. He reminded her that people came out for the scenery, to see natural beauty around; he wasn't referring to the trees of course.
He rolled side on to her, his hand falling on her leg, easing up between then and feeling her part them to allow him access. Her mind was swimming with thoughts that others eyes may be upon her, seeing her legs opening, her lover's hand caressing her flesh, easing closer to the wetness that was already forming between her thighs. She didn't care, she was safe in Fred's hands and she knew and trusted she was safe with him.
As Fred's hand reached between her legs he could feel her excitement, the warmth radiated from her as she felt him sliding his fingers between her lips once more to tease the soft flesh, teasing her clitoris from beneath its hood he asked,
"Be honest, is it me making you wet, the touch of my hands or knowing that you may be exposing yourself to a complete stranger?"