It was, Byron Avery decided, a perfect day.
He checked the steaks on the grill. Satisfied they were a perfect medium rare; he took them up, putting them on a nearby paper platter to rest.
"Steaks are done," he called out to the woman preparing a salad at the picnic table a few yards away.
"Great! I'm starving," Ellie Bell said with a grin. "The salad is ready too. Why don't you pour us some wine and we'll eat."
Ellie wore a simple pair of blue jean short shorts with a bright yellow bikini top. Neither did much to hide her slim figure. Byron took a moment to admire her muscular legs, full rounded bottom, and smallish, but firm, breasts. Her nipples made tiny points in the thin material of the bikini top and Byron let his gaze linger on them for a moment. When his eyes finally flicked up to her face she had a bemused smile on her lips, but she just winked at him. He gazed into her steel grey eyes. Her short black hair did not cover her perfect ears. She had high cheeks and her small round nose was so cute sitting above her full red lips. She was the epitome of a tomboy but no one that knew her doubted that she was all woman. Playful, mischievous, and sexy was how Byron would describe her.
Byron chuckled. She had caught him staring, but it didn't bother her. That was one of the things that had attracted him to her from the start. He retrieved the wine from the ice chest and poured two glasses, taking them to her once they were full. Handing Ellie her drink, Byron leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Wrapping her arms around him, she returned his kiss with ardor; pressing her tongue past his lips. Her leg slipped up around his, pulling his hips to her, grinding against him. He used his free hand to touch her hip, sliding it up slowly over her bare abdomen to cup her breast. Moaning into his mouth, she brought her empty hand to the back of his head, letting her fingers entwine with his hair as their kiss grew more passionate.
When at last the kiss ended, they both smiled at each other. Then Ellie turned to get paper plates from a basket sitting on the table.
"Get the steaks before they get cold," she said as she began to serve the salad.
Byron brought the steaks to the table, putting one on each plate. They sat, side by side, and Ellie cut into her steak with a smile as the meat's warm red juice glistened.
"Cooked perfectly!" she exclaimed,
"I cook to please."
"And you are so good at cooking. And kissing and fucking," she teased.
"You bring out the best in me," Byron grinned.
"Mmm. I want the best of you inside me." Ellie reached down between his legs and grabbed his semi-hard cock.
"Anytime, anywhere," Byron laughed watching Ellie take another bite of steak with her hand still on his crotch.
"Well, let's finish eating first. I'd hate to waste this wonderful steak." Ellie released him but licked her lips seductively.
He loved her lips. So soft and full, they fit her thin pixie face perfectly. His gaze drifted down to her chest again. The kiss had perked her nipples up even more than before and they were now clearly visible beneath the bikini top. As he gazed, mesmerized by her breasts, she reached up behind her neck and pulled the string holding her top up. Letting it drop she exposed both of her breasts to him.
"Do you like that better?" she asked with a laugh.
"Very much! God! Your tits are so beautiful."
"And I always thought you just liked my pussy."
"Mmm, I like that too!"
"What is Janet doing tonight?" Ellie asked switching the conversation to Byron's wife.
"She and Jon are going to 'A Doll's House' at the Watertower theatre tonight."
"Jon, he's that chemist she's been seeing lately, right?"
"Yeah, they've dated a few times. She spent the night with him last Friday; says he's a good lover."
"I bet not as good as you." Ellie leaned into him, kissing him on the lips.
Byron kissed her back, playfully running his hand up to her bare breasts. There weren't any other campers nearby so he wasn't' worried about her nudity, not that it would have stopped her had there been, unless children were around.
"So what is your husband doing tonight?" Byron asked turning her question around on her.
She shrugged. "Ron is probably fucking that bitch secretary of his. He is out of town again."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Byron knew Ellie's husband travelled a lot, and it was just over a year ago that he'd confessed to Ellie that he was having an affair with his personal assistant. That had been the catalyst for Ellie to call him. They'd been friends for a while and had done some playful flirting but it had never gone beyond that. Ellie knew of his open marriage but she'd always refused to cheat on Ron. That changed with Ron's confession and subsequent refusal to end the affair.
Ron knew about Byron. Byron wouldn't sleep with another man's wife behind his back, but Ron's continued affair was, in Byron's opinion, tacit approval for Ellie to have her own fun. Still, Ellie's anger made the situation less than optimal.
"It's okay. Better actually. Now I have you and Janet, so he can fuck Brenda all he wants. I don't care anymore." Her tone belied her words and the hurt showed in her eyes.
Their plates were empty so Byron collected them and then stuffed them down in the trash sack they had brought. He finished tidying up quickly while she sat staring blankly into the trees. Coming up behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently. Bending down he kissed her neck and she leaned her head to the side giving him room.
"Mmm, that's nice," she purred.
He slipped a hand down her chest to cup her breast, letting his thumb graze her nipple. With a soft moan she pressed her shoulders back shoving her breasts into his hand. He ran his other hand down to her other breast. He knew she had very sensitive nipples and loved to have them played with. Continuing to nibble on her neck just below her ear, he caressed her breasts, using his thumbs to stimulate her, now very erect, nipples.
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to take you into the tent and fuck your brains out," she moaned out.
"Promise?"
She pulled away, turning her face to him. She was flushed and breathing rapidly. She smiled at him as she reached up to pull his face down to hers. Kissing deeply, their tongues entwined as lust fueled their passion.
"Come on. I need your cock." Standing up she took his hand and led him into their tent.
Two sleeping bags, zipped together to form one large bag, lay open on the floor of the tent. As soon as they were inside they removed their boots and socks and then Ellie dropped to her knees urgently opening Byron's shorts. Pulling his semi-hard cock out, she took the knob into her mouth gently sucking on his hardening shaft. Her tongue playfully ran around the knob as she did causing Byron to give a long moan.
"Fuck, you suck cock so fucking good."
Ellie pulled back. "You say the sweetest things," she laughed and then took his cock back into her mouth, sucking the head tight again.
Byron laughed at her sarcasm, putting his hands on the back of her head he gently guided her deeper onto his cock.
"You know you like being called a cock sucking slut. Now suck my cock, slut. Suck it so good." Byron closed his eyes, relishing the pleasure Ellie was giving him.
Ellie used one hand to fondle his balls as she took his cock halfway into her mouth. It was all she'd ever managed before her gag reflex kicked in and she hated gagging. With her lips tight around his shaft, her teeth barely grazed his sensitive skin as she bobbed up and down his cock, fucking him with her mouth.
The feel of her mouth on his cock was exquisite. Tender lips, hard teeth, and her amazing tongue combined to push him to the edge of cumming, but he resisted. Holding himself in check, he enjoyed the feel of her mouth until he worried he couldn't hold back anymore and then he gently pushed her away.
"I want to eat your pussy," he said with a smile as he slipped his shirt over his head.
"I'll never turn that down." Ellie grinned up at him and then moved to lie on the soft sleeping bags. She quickly peeled off her shorts. Spreading her legs, she smiled up at him invitingly.
Moving between her legs, Byron put them over his shoulders kissing his way down her thigh. He stopped before he got to her sex, instead moving to the other thigh, kissing his way down again. This time when his lips got near her pussy, he paused and gently blew across her engorged lips.
"I thought you were going to eat me, not blow on me," Ellie giggled as she grabbed the back of his head and roughly forced his mouth to her glistening sex.
Byron let her direct where she wanted his mouth, using his tongue and lips to stimulate her wet pussy. She kept him away from her clit for a while, instead guiding him to lick and suck on her swollen inner labia. Taking his time, he let her pleasure grow. As her nectar flowed into his mouth, tasting slightly sweet with a hint of musk, he concentrated on pleasing her, arousing her. He always loved the way she tasted, similar to his wife's taste but subtly different. Moving more, her hips began to push up against every stroke of his tongue. Finally, he moved his attention to her clit. Taking her nub into his mouth, he sucked as his tongue flicked over the end.
