Was there any better combo than a sunny Sunday and a picnic? Miriam certainly didn't think so. The busty redhead hummed in the kitchen as she put the last touches on the family's basket, covering her tasty treats with the blanket they would later use to sit on.
She smiled when Richard came in to tell her they were ready. "All packed up too," she smiled. They didn't have many chances to go out as a family ever since John went away to college, so today would be a most welcome change of pace. "So, how do I look?" She asked her husband with a twirl, showing off the new floral sundress she got just for the day, an almost knee-length wavy piece of fabric that clung to her generous curves in a way very few things could until it flowed free.
"Like a million bucks." The man admiring her visage responded. Motherhood had really fit his wife well, something her little outfit perfectly highlighted by detailing the natural hourglass shape that Miriam's generous ass and buxom chest gave the woman, while also showing off the creamy-white skin on her arms and legs, the whole sight made even better when the heft of the woman's movements confirmed the suspicion Richard had formed from a glance just a few seconds prior -- she wasn't wearing a bra. The man wasn't sure if his wife felt negatively about that little bump their years had put on her belly, but he certainly loved how it softly showed through the dress, finding it rather another sultry curve for him to enjoy. "Let's go then, kid's already buckled up and waiting."
Miriam's long auburn hair flew wildly during the trip to the city park by courtesy of the open window she relied on to battle the summer heat, the resulting noise unable to stop her from tag-teaming with Richard to make prodding jokes and leading questions aimed at John and his life away from home in, the happy couple trying they best to embarrass their strapping son.
The trio parked and got out, strolling lazily along the sidewalk that led around the large crystalline lake while enjoying the view of many a different tree, brushes and flowers, stopping at the find of the most perfect little spot under a tree with just the right amount of shade; quickly laying out their blanket, the trio escaped the heat by sitting under the leaves, taking their time watching the lively park-goers have their fun. It didn't take much time before John's hometown friends noticed the returned youngster and came running, whisking him away from his parents in a clatter to catch up and play on the court. Barely a moment passed as the couple laughed at the youths before one of Richard's own friends came by, the two almost instantly getting into a lively discussion themselves about the man's new boat; a few more words and Miriam kissed her husband goodbye, giving the puppy-eyed man permission to go have his fun.
She was alone now, but it suited her just fine; she loved watching her family have fun, and taking in the sights while enjoying a lively ambience had always been a casual hobby of hers. Still, it had been so long since she last visited, the woman soon started noticing things she never had: the six pack on John's friend when he took a break from dribbling on the court, using his shirt to clean his brow sweat, the thick bulging arms of a man carrying all of his family's stuff while they searched for a spot, the tight suits worn by the rowers training on lake, whole bodies flexing with speckless rhythm...
Ooph
...
She saw Mr. Williams working over his portable grill, dark skin sparkling from the same sweat that made his polo cling to his back, the man's strong laugh unknowingly earning a flustered smile out of her. Then a couple of cyclists rolled by and she saw those toned asses and thighs putting in some work... Miriam swallowed, hot from a thirst water wouldn't quench.
So many enticing people nearby, so many men, tall, short, bulky, toned, slim and chubby, it didn't matter if her gaze fell on defined abs or rounded bellies, bulging calves or relaxed arms, every glance became another treat for the woman! She bit her lip, finally won over by her body's unreasonable need, getting up and walking over to the nearest bathroom, already slick with want; it certainly wasn't the best spot, but as she was... She... She would make due...
Miriam's sandalled feet rushed her to the closest facilities, a small box-shaped unisex thing which had a bit of a line queuing up for it. "
Drats.
" Getting closer, the person nearest to her turned back. "Seems like it's going to be while huh?" Asked the man with the most amazing salt-and-pepper bearded chin Miriam had seemingly ever laid eyes on.
"Yeah, looks like it!" the flustered woman smiled back, fixing her hair for no particular reason as she continued walking, acting like was just passing through while doing her best to ignore the pressure she felt on her nipples, which were without a doubt poking some bumps through the dress. "Good luck holding it in!" She cheered loudly, making everyone in the line laugh, all those masculine voices further stoking the fire already burning hot inside her.
She kept walking, following along the cement path as she tried to move away from the crowds, something that felt impossible until she spotted a little grassy opening between the bushes to the side of the manufactured route, curiosity and need both pushing her to explore it. Miriam delved on the stout little trek, finding that it bent sharply before leading to a tree just a few secluded paces away, her little hidey-hole in the brush.
The woman looked left and right to clear the coast and stepped in, trembling hands pulling her panties down to her ankles right at the bend, where she left them -- so close to the path and yet out of sight, just on the edge of discovery; it made her even giddier with each step.
She faced the tree, no more steps left to take; it was now, the moment of release finally in sight... Miriam knew she should turn back, just in case, but... she couldn't, it would be too much... So, she leaned on barked surface instead, one hand pressed against it to help with balance while the other found its way between her slightly parted legs, pulling up the front of her dress until the woman's digits finally caressed her aching sex, a low moan gasped out as soon as they made contact.
Was she really doing this? Was she really about to do something so... degenerate?
"
Yes!
" Her mind moaned, a smile rushing to her lips as her fingers got to work. She began tracing her labia, softly brushing it up and down until she got a bit more confident, working herself up until she finally snuck a fingertip in, and then two, spreading herself rhythmically, wincing and quietly huffing her pleasure with a restraint that became so very much more difficult to hold when she finally decided to put those wet devils to work on her clit, alternating between squishing her love button between them and pressing on it, slowly but surely rubbing it pleasantly raw.
She began toying with the idea of getting a bit rougher, letting her wild side really out to play, each second of forbidden pleasure egging her towards that end. She dragged a whole finger's length heavily on her clit as she caressed her slit, making up her mind: she had come too far already, her fingers were primed for it, she had to do it now, she had to-
*Crack!*
A small branch snapped a few ways behind her, probably somewhere around her panties' area, followed by a couple of heavy footsteps that suddenly stopped.
"Don't talk!" she blurted out without thinking, something impossible if not for the lustful courage that filled her at the moment, which still wasn't enough for her to turn back and face her surprise guest, whom she just knew to be a man. Instead, only words fell from her mouth. "Just put it in!..." She begged, taking the wet hand from her sex to brace herself fully against the tree, sticking her rear out, generous ass traced by the dress, inviting the stranger.
Miriam's chest rose and fell, as she awaited a response... Would the man turn back? Would he call her out? Would he take her on? It was all so unreal, so taboo!... The mature woman had her heart beating on her throat as the seconds ticked past, nothing changing.
And then she heard a casual footstep taken towards her, and another, and another, each closer than its predecessor, until the bent woman felt a presence looming behind her. Her face blushed from anticipation, there was no amount of air that she could take to fill her lungs. What would he do,
