We're in the park, and I'm pretty sure there's no one else around. It's hard to tell because Laura's tongue in my mouth and her tits pressed up mine are a little distracting. I'm into racy sex – I've already eaten her out in the bathroom of our favorite bar – but she's always upping the ante.
What started as an innocent lunch in the park, has taken a more interesting turn. She's sitting on the picnic table, lunch abandoned. Her tongue is making slow circles in my mouth and I've got my left hand underneath her shirt, inside her bra, rubbing her little brown nipples while she makes these inaudible sighs in my mouth.
My other hand is up her skirt. Having already pushed the moist crotch of her panties aside, my two fingers are thrusting inside her as my thumb makes slow circles around the rubbery knub of her clit. She spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me and I get a little rougher now, my fingers making a little slapping sound as I thrust faster and faster into her. The sighs and moans are no longer soundless and she takes her mouth away from mine and throws her head back as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. In and out, I look down and see that not only are my fingers covered with her juices, but there is also a creamy wetness on my knuckles.
Her legs are splayed and her head is back. I pull up her thin cotton tank top and move her bra aside. Her lovely little tits always give me an excited tingle in my cunt. Small, but perky, they are the perfect mouthful. With her bra no longer in the way, I take her right tit in my mouth and rhythmically lick her nipple while she leans in and breathes warm and wet against my neck. She's grinding against my fingers, lifting her ass up off the wooden picnic table and reaching up to meet my fingers so they go in as deep as possible. My index and middle finger are pressed tightly together and I curve them up so I can touch the area near her g-spot. She's enjoying this, but this is not the way that she is going to come. I want her in my mouth.
No longer caring about getting caught, I pull my fingers out of her, place my hands on her shoulders and gently push her back so she is lying down on the table and I can focus on her pussy exclusively. Reaching up underneath her skirt, I pull her panties off her hips and down her legs and now she is all mine. I can see her, the outline of her pink, glistening folds, her brown little bush trimmed, but not too short. She knows I love the contrast of those wiry hairs with the soft slickness of her pussy – to press my nose against her fur while I probe those delicate folds with my tongue.
Kneeling down between her legs, I start at her knee, nibbling gently and working towards her inner thigh. I rub my cheeks on the incredible softness of legs. I can smell her, a musky, wonderful smell. I breathe it in and exhale a hot breath on her pussy, which makes her gasp in delight. I spend a moment making a few slow cursory licks to the soft fold in between her leg and pussy, and then move to her other knee and repeat the process.