It is a warm sunny day. There is a light breeze that kisses your skin. I took you on this outing on pretense of a picnic. Oh, we did picnic. French bread, brie, fresh fruit and a heady bottle of Astir tWe sit across from each other.
Today, unlike my usual self, I feel bold. I feel in control, only because I know your secret. You didn't think I would do it. For that matter, neither did I, but here you are. And here I am. I have plans. My heart beats faster and a thin sweat breaks out on my skin in anticipation.
I hand you a sleep mask. You bite your lower lip and the corners of your mouth turn up. I stand up and hold my hand out to you. It is your choice to take it or not. It is that moment of decision. It was the moment of choosing whether or not to leap off of a cliff. Your eyes glisten as your hand reaches out to mine and I gently tug you up. You follow behind me. We walk further down a path. As we round a bend, you see another blanket. On the blanket is a small bag. When we reach it, I pick up the bag and retrieve from it an ample length of rope. At the sight of it, the redness rises in your face.
"Put on the mask on when you are ready." There is no hesitation.
"Trust me?" My voice is quiet.
You nod.
"The safe word is Trust because you will trust me to do only what you want."
I walk you a few paces to a smooth white birch. It was very carefully chosen. I didn't want the bark to be too rough, nor did I want the trunk to be too large. I stand you in front of it. My hands gather the hem of your dress and begin to gather it up and over your head. You lift your arms to make the task easier. You can not see me smile, but I do. My heart is beating faster. My palms are damp. You stand before me in matching bra and panties. I step you back so your back is against the tree. I see a slight tremble in your skin. I raise my hand to your face and lightly caress your face. I trace a gentle stroke down your arms. I step closer until my body is almost touching yours. My hands go to the outside of your thighs. I press into your skin and draw my fingers up and down leaving a trail of red streaks. I kneel before you and kiss your inner thighs. Again there is a tremble. I lick and kiss with touches that begin at your knees and slowly inch up. I stand up again and you next feel the palm of my hand cupping your sex. There is a dampness there that thrills me and heightens every sense. I lay my palm flat. You push forward just slightly.
"Beautiful!"
I can't help but marvel at your body before me. I have dreamed of this moment. I have fantasized about your feel. Now you are before me. I want nothing more than to please you.
"Put your arms around like your going to hug it."
When you do, I tie the ropes around your wrists and join them in the back. No being able to see, there is the excitement of anticipation and the thrill of the unknown. I begin to knead your firm panty clad ass. I rub each globe. I push the material into your crack and run my finger up and down. My hand goes between your legs and my fingers beginning to teach your clit through the thin material. My hand goes from front, through your legs, and then draws teasing circles around your backside. I continue to do this until I can feel a growing wetness and you draw your breath in deeper. Using my teeth, I pull our panties over your ass and drag them down your legs. You feel the warm air against your backside. I step back and walk away.
