Romance 2 (Shared champagne)
They walked into a field of long grass and wildflowers. The sun's heat felt like a coat enveloping them. He wore a short sleeve T-shirt and shorts, she wore a light blouse and short skirt.
"How about here for the picnic?" he said. She agreed, happy to sit at last. They had walked for nearly 3 hours. Both were hot, thirsty, hungry, and tired.
But It had been a lovely day so far, a Saturday following one of their many anniversaries.
Today they decided to celebrate simply with a walk in the country and a picnic.
They were on raised ground that overlooked a beautiful panorama of fields, distant wooded hills and isolated farm buildings. The air was filled with bird song, swifts slid through the cloudless blue, bees continued their investigations, butterflies darted to and fro.
They unpacked a knapsack and spread the contents on the ground, sandwiches, biscuits, olives and a bottle of, now rather warm, champagne.
He sat and looked appreciatively around. "This is better than any restaurant, a lot cheaper, quiet background music. And no dress code," he said contentedly while taking off his T-shirt.
"Mean bugger," she smiled. "You know I'm worth nothing less than a 5-course meal at the Ritz!"
He grinned, "you got that the other day. But surely you prefer the birds and the bees?"
"Happy anniversary," he said, as he eased the cork out of the bottle.
"Happy anniversary," she replied.
"No glasses to clink I'm afraid, we drink straight from the bottle."
"You really know how to impress a girl, warm champagne straight from the bottle indeed!"
she teased.
"You were fine with the idea earlier," he chided, "and don't forget that kiss you promised.
5 years ago we first made love, and we've done just about everything possible since,"
he continued with a wicked grin, "but you've still not given me even a kiss outside of the house."
She said nothing and felt a little uncomfortable. It was true, earlier she had promised to have a kiss and cuddle outside if they found a good spot. It was hard to deny this was a good spot, long soft grass, remote, warm sun baking the ground, but she was still nervous.
He said no more about it, he opened the olives and she unwrapped the sandwiches.
The next hour passed happily as they ate the food and passed the bottle between them, taking swigs and getting increasingly relaxed and tipsy.
Unusually she seemed to be taking more than him, "Oy you drunken sot, leave a drop for me," he laughed.
"Don't worry, you'll get your fair share," she said, grabbing the bottle again and taking another slug.
They chatted about nothing much, then sleepily laid down on the grass and enjoyed the suns warmth, gentle breeze and birdsong. She was perfectly happy, despite becoming increasingly aware that she would soon need the toilet.
She had completely forgotten about the promise and was dozing off when he wriggled closer and tried to kiss her. She objected "not out here!" and pushed him playfully away.
"Oh come on," he replied, "there's no one about, just birds and butterflies, it's very romantic!" She wasn't sure, though the champagne had reduced her inhibitions a little.
He picked up the bottle and took a final mouthful, there was a bit left that each had been too polite to finish off. The warm, sparkling liquid tasted like bottled sunlight, it emboldened him. He put his arm around her, pulled her close and gently kissed her. She felt liquid pass from his mouth to hers as he shared the last mouthful.
"No, someone might see!" she pulled away.
"See what?" he said getting annoyed now, "a man and wife kissing?"
He pulled her toward him again and crushed his lips against hers. At first she responded, her tongue entered his mouth briefly, but quickly withdrew.
"This isn't right," she said, "We can't, not out here."
"You promised," he said, "for our anniversary, I'd get the champagne and you'd give me a kiss and cuddle outside."
"Well, I changed my mind," she huffed, "a woman's prerogative, anyway I need to get to a loo, that champagne has gone straight through me."
Suddenly, his mood darkened as he felt his hopes fade, romantic gentility drained out of him leaving anger, and lust.
"No more excuses," he barked, "I expected only a kiss anyway, but now you're going to get a lot more than that, you're a filthy slut in the bedroom so why not out here?"
She was shocked but felt powerless as he grabbed her and forced her to the ground, he held her wrists down and lay on her. The thick, dry grass made a relatively comfortable bed, she tried to fight but his weight kept her down.
"You little tease, you should have been nice and given me a kiss," he hissed in her ear.
Once again, he crushed his lips to hers, but this time it was his tongue that entered her, her teeth parted to allow it despite herself. He hungrily mauled her mouth, his tongue snaking inside and fought with hers. She could feel his hard on through his shorts as he rubbed against her. She began to feel aroused though still nervously looking about in case anyone saw them, but the field was not near any houses, and the grass was long.
She pushed her crotch up against his cock, her pussy straining to feel it through the layers of material.
"You want to fuck do you, you want to fuck in a field?" he growled.
"No, no we should stop," she protested, halfheartedly.
"We've only just begun," he said, reaching down with one hand to unzip his fly and dragging out his hardening prick.
