He re-enters the glade and looks at her, where he had left her. She looks innocent and abandoned - head laid where her wrists bound her to the picnic table, body relaxed with her knees slightly apart - looking oddly comfortable and relaxed.
He'd stripped before returning and had padded in on the soft grass, taking care to avoid twigs or a casual stone that might click and betray his presence.
He has his plans - but right now they are just to observe. She breaths slowly, evenly, her breasts pressed lightly to the table and her back relaxed - making her buttocks peak and attracting the eye magnetically. He has watched her for only a few minutes when he sees her stiffen and her head move blindly. Bending over and placing his hands on his knees he leans forward and, unnoticed, peeps down her cleavage. Inviting. But later. Now is the time to be very... Direct.
As he straightens - very close - she stiffens and holds her breath as she listens to the air. He feels his heart must be audible as it thumps solidly in his ears, but she can't tell where he is and he softly walks to the other end of the table and bends over.
There is a warm smell. Not strong, very pleasant, just the smell of a warm body. Slowly breathing in he smiles, then exhales - making sure to give a little audible sigh through his nose and smiles as he see her head whip round, locating him - suddenly more frightening than when he couldn't be found.
Walking around he looks at her from various angles - noticing small things - the pulse in her neck as she blindly looks around - her scarf tightly over her eyes and her head cocked to listen - the way her breasts unconsciously brush the table as she moves her head from side to side. Abandoning stealth now he stands to the side of her buttocks, standing so still his only movement is the tiny bounce of his cock as his heart beats heavily. Leaning forward he tastes the air and gets that warm, tangy smell as her excitement becomes evident. Apart from briefly pulling at her bindings she hasn't made any move to escape and has been silent - trying to listen for him.
As he straightens - her scent still in his nostrils - he smiles down at her - almost looking fondly.
Slowly, his hand moves forward and he lays it on her calf. She jumps, but stays in position as he slowly moves his hand up her leg, slowly, reassuringly. Like someone trying to pet a strange cat that may bolt at any moment.
He stands behind her now, both hands on her legs, feeling Goosebumps under his hands as he gently caresses her - feeling her tremble and the muscles of the back of her thighs jump as she shifts position. As his hands rise and cover her buttocks, his wrists raising the hem, a warm wave of scent rolls over him and he pauses - enjoying the moment - and then methodically, gently, arranges her skirt on her back as he looks at her exposed knickers. A tell tale hint of dampness attracts his eye and he gently plants kisses, his lips and short beard rasping against her buttocks as he strokes his cheek against her. Breathing more heavily now, his cock erect and pointing like an arrow to his target he kisses her through the fabric, her smell strong and intoxicating in his nostrils. Harsher now, he buries his face into her groin and feels her heat and tastes her excitement with his tongue.
Straightening, he hooks his fingers in her knickers and slides them down to her knees, exposing her, glistening and flushed. Placing one hand around the top of her thigh he urges her to shift her weight to one knee and as she obeys, slips her knickers past the opposite knee. Swapping hands he frees the other knee and pulls them down and over her feet.
