You hope that the weather will hold out a little longer on this well secluded beach of this tiny Gulf Coast island. The sky above is dark and threatening, yet across the Gulf we can see the reds, pink, yellow and purple of the setting sun. You can't help wondering what I have in the picnic basket; you know it will be wonderful.
After we park the convertible in the deserted lot, we venture into the wooded trail area of the island to find a quiet spot for our little getaway. I take your hand and we walk hand in hand for a while until we get to a clearing on a small hill overlooking the Gulf.
I throw a blanket down over the mix of sand and grass, and begin to unpack the basket. As the items appear, you think that they are a little strange for a picnic, that is, they are not the traditional picnic foods. I pull out a bottle of very fine champagne, and many different kinds of fruits, especially juicy ones like melons, strawberries, and peaches. I pour you a drink and I toast to you, to your beauty and to the magnificent sunset we are watching.
The moment is almost spoiled by the swift breeze that moves across the Gulf and brings a fine ocean spray with it. We are only glad the water and wind are so warm. Anyway, I sit on the blanket with my back to an old log and have you sit between my legs with your back against my chest, so I can easily feed you some of the treats I have brought and can massage your shoulders while you sip your champagne.
You lean back into me and look up at the ominous sky, but I tell you not to worry about it and bring a cold piece of melon to your lips. You bite into the juicy fruit, and the juice drips down your chin and neck, painting your flesh, then down to your cleavage and is absorbed by your bikini top that you are wearing under a loose fitting button up shirt. After several pieces of many different kinds of fruit, your chin, neck and chest are very sticky as is my hand and arm. You suggest we go for a quick swim to wash off before the rain comes, but I stop you telling you that I am going to give you a bath instead. You look puzzled, until I whisper in your ear that I plan to use my tongue. With that I bring my lips to yours and we share a passionate kiss as our tongues hungrily explore each others mouths. I move my mouth to your chin, tasting the fruit juice and making sure I lick up every last little bit of the sticky nectar before moving down to your neck. I pay your neck the same attention as I did your chin which brings you a good deal of pleasure. I work my way down to your throat and just as I am about to get to your sternum, we are startled by a loud explosion over the water.
We realize it was thunder as a tropical, warm downpour begins. Your first response is to run for shelter, but I will not let you get up, I swing my body around and use my weight to pin you to the ground. You realize that resisting will get you nowhere, but you try anyway. I respond by pinning you down and tickling you until you begin to beg me to stop, but I do not stop. I keep tickling you, trying to break your feisty spirit. I tear open your blouse and begin to tickle you naked skin. Before long, the tickling drives you to tears, but I do not stop. Strangely, the tickling begins to be overshadowed by a stirring in your groin and a wetness in your pussy. The more I tickle, the hotter you get. I finally stop, only a few moments before you would have had a powerful orgasm. The rain has completely soaked us and I bring my wet head to yours and our lips find each other again. This time, there is almost no controlling your hunger. Having been so close to an orgasm, you are very hot and very very wet, both inside and out. As we kiss deeply, wildly, we hastily try to undress each other but we are hampered as the wet clothes stick to our skin and are hard to remove.
As we manage to pull away the clothes, we feel the warm rain on our skin and the water dripping from my body onto yours. By the time I have you stripped down to only your bikini bottom and you have me stripped down to my bikini briefs, it is dark around us with just a hint of moon showing thru the clouds and reflecting off the water. The rain continues to pour down on us. I kiss my way down your neck to your waiting breasts. I try to lick every drop of water from your heaving chest and nipples but the rain is determined to soak you. It is a losing battle but a good reason to lick and kiss your chest, neck and belly.
The combination of rain, licks, kisses, and the fresh smell of the ocean air intoxicates you and you place your hands on my soaking wet hair and urge me down lower on your body towards your soaking wet pussy. I happily and hungrily allow myself to travel lower, stopping to drink the collected water from your belly button. As I travel lower, I grab the crotch of your bikini bottom, letting my fingers graze your sex, and slowly pull the bottoms down, kissing every soaked inch as it is exposed to my mouth and to the warm sweet rain. Finally I get to the warm pink essence of your womanhood and my tongue begins a slow dance with your most private spots. I have removed your bikini bottom and have spread your legs wide for the dark clouds to see, for them to mix your juices with their pouring rain.
It feels as if my tongue is everywhere at once as I savor your wonderful taste mixed with the sweet rain and salt water of the Gulf. You are on the edge of losing control of your body and mind but manage to continue to hang in there until I slide two thick fingers into your never so wet before pussy. As my fingers penetrate you and curl to touch your G-spot you finally let loose with the orgasm that has been building for almost the last hour. The rush of blood and the heat of your body makes the warm rain seem to almost sting as it continues to pelt you as you lie naked on your back convulsing with the pleasure of orgasm. You look so beautiful there naked and wet that I can not wait any longer. I free my hard and throbbing penis from my briefs, kneel between your legs, place your ankles on my shoulders and slowly slide my meat into your waiting, quivering, pink hole of pleasure. I have never ever been inside a woman as hot, tight or wet as you are right now, but I still take my time squeezing my fat cock into you.
I slide in slowly, an inch at a time, but you thrust your hips, trying to speed me up. Slowly I continue. Before long I am deep inside you. I press hard into you and wait there a while, pressing my pubic bone into your clitoris. After what seems like forever to you, I begin to pump my manhood into you, long slow strokes from tip to base, tip to base, tip to base, tip to base. The speed is agonizing; you need it hard and fast. You reach down and start pinching your nipples, trying to compensate for my agonizingly slow pace. The only good thing about the pace is that you can feel every inch of my cock sliding in and out as it stretches you wide open.
In a soft whisper you begin to beg me to speed the pace, "fuck me baby, faster, fuck my hot little pussy, fuck it baby, so fucking good, please baby I need it baby fuck with your fat cock baby, please, I'm so fucking wet baby, fuck me baby please."
It is very exciting to see such a beautiful woman begging to be fucked by my cock, using such filthy language, that I know I won't hold out much longer... I speed the pace, faster and faster, pumping for all I'm worth, my daily workouts, paying off.
You say, "Oh yes baby, that's it fuck me hard, oh gawd baby yess, do me baby, make me cum" Being close to the edge myself, I pump even faster, pounding your pussy like it has never been pounded before. I pull out and shoot a huge load of cream onto your tanned rain soaked belly and chest. Immediately after, with a few flicks of my thumb, you slide into another orgasm and begin to writhe around on the waterlogged blanket.
I realize that it is very late and the park patrol will be coming through to make sure everyone has left for the night. I gather all our things and throw them in the basket. I help you up and tell you that I want to carry you to the car. I have you hold the basket, then tell you to face me. I have you jump up and wrap your legs around me. Like this your sopping pussy is just above my penis. I shift around a little and manage to get my penis head at the opening of your love box. Once I do, I tell you how beautiful you look as I let you slip down a little, impaling you onto my still hard and ready rod. I carry you down the trail like this until we are about half way back to the car. Each step I take massages my penis with your pussy walls and has excited me to the point that I need to do something about it. I pin you against a tree and begin to pump my cock in and out of you again. As I stand there pumping into you, I kiss your neck and squeeze your breasts. It doesn't take much more pumping for me to get close to cumming again. This time, I fill your pussy with my juice.
