The Pond

The Pond

She led him through the trees to the meadow. It was in full bloom with flowers of all colors. They were dancing in the breeze gently tickling the skin of her exposed legs. She looked back at him to be sure he still had his blindfold in place. This was her way of surprising him. She smiled as she kept going. The pond was just a little further away, and she had packed a picnic lunch. As they reached the edge of the pond. She stopped him and then turned taking the basket and setting it softly on the ground under the tree. Then reaching up, she started to remove the blindfold from his eyes. As she reached around, he caught her arms and pulled her closer to him and bending, kissed her softly on the lips. As their lips met, she melted into him. She loved the way he felt next to her. His size intimidated most people, but it had never done that to her. She knew too well, knew she was safe in his arms. They held her now as he kissed her. His tongue parting her lips as she moaned into his, seeking his mouth as well.

She pulled away but didn’t want to. She had plans for him today. Then she decided to wait for those plans. He removed the blindfold and gazed at her. The hunger in his eyes warming her without ever touching. She watched as his eyes took in every inch of her. The skirt she was wearing was soft and crinkled. Falling just below her knees. The shirt was flowing with a string tied at the neckline though she had forgotten to tie it. He could see the swell of her breasts and the valley created between them. She could feel herself becoming aroused at the thought of his hands taking the same path his gaze was traveling. She smiled at him and turning took a blanket out of the basket. He watched as she bent over to get the blanket, felt his arousal becoming stronger. He knew she could tell he wanted her now. The blanket spread, she motioned for him to join her there. He knew what he wanted. So he knelt down in front of her on his knees, easing closer to her. His lips seeking hers then finding them he kissed her, softly and slowing easing her down to the ground. Hearing her moan quietly as her body arched to meet his.

She felt the hardness of him pressing against her heat. She pushed her hips against his wanting to feel him. His hands found the hem of her skirt and pushed it up. Oh God, he thought, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He could feel the warmth and wetness as it flowed through her to this core of her arousal. He had to taste her. He kissed her lips and then left a trail of kisses down to her thighs. He kissed lightly on each inner thigh, the skin so soft and inviting. Warmed by the sun, then he found her jewel shining between the pink lips. He licked it, hearing her gasp. Then as he sucked that delicious gem between his lips, she moaned. Sucking lightly then licking as his tongue sought more. Then sliding his tongue deep inside her. She spread her legs further allowing him to go in deeper. He slid back and looked at the delicious fruit in front of him . Pink and juicy ready to burst at any moment. He slipped a finger inside her moistness and felt her arch her hips to meet his seeking. He captured the fruit with his teeth. Gently biting and sucking on it. Her hips thrust to him, he opened his mouth and with one motion he licked her from top to bottom. The smoothness of her mound was drenched in her juices and his from tasting her. His fingers moving inside her finding the rhythm of her hips. Her back arched meeting his thrusts. With a final moan her hips thrust hard against his face. His tongue teasing her pearl in his mouth. Her juices overflowing wetting his hand as she let go of all she had held back. He could taste her on his lips. His fingers were moving slowly inside her now bringing her back to him. He looked at her face, she was beautiful this way. Her green eyes the color of the field around them and as wild as the flowers. Her hair laying spread out like a halo around her face. Her eyes clouded with the heat of passion. She looked at him as he raised up from her. She kissed him tasting her own juices on his lips. He had licked every bit of it away savoring the flavor. The sweet nectar of her flower.

Then gently she rolled to her side, urging him without words to follow her movement. Gently she slid her poets blouse over her head, the breeze caught it and it floated to the side to lay among the flowers. She stood and he watched as she slowly slid the skirt from her waist. It drifted like a cloud to a pool of pale blue at her feet. She stood there for him. Knowing that he loved to watch her and how he loved to take in every inch of her with his eyes. He could see her skin blush knowing this was only for him. She was so shy around others, but he got the wildflower that hid inside her. She was lovely. Then as he watched, she came to him and knelt between his legs. Unfastening his pants with her little hands, she slid them from his hips. He raised them so she could slide them off easily. The difference in their sizes always took him aback. She was a like little doll in his hands. His doll. She was so small and so full of passion. She loved him and wasn’t the least afraid of his size.

As soon as she had his pants off, she straddled him. Yet not letting him slide inside her just yet. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Opening it a little at a time, then leaning over and kissing first the right nipple and then the left. Kissing and nibbling, her tongue dancing in circles around each while teasing the hardened tips. Then slowly kissing his neck then moving down. He felt her body slide down his. The warm skin pressed against him. Kissing a trail down to his manhood. Then licking just the tip yet not staying. He moaned as he knew she would be back but wanting her to stay there. She kissed each inner thigh as her hands roamed, gently caressing and holding him. She moved to where she was just between his thighs. Her breasts hugging his erection. He could feel the warmth between her breasts and reached to squeeze them together around his shaft. So warm there. She smiled and laid his hands down by his sides.

Shhh. Ever so softly she pressed against him and as he watched, she slid him into that valley. Then as his tip peeked through, her tongue met it. With a flick she tasted him. The drop that was there gone in an instant. Then she slipped his throbbing erection back in between them and eased back even more. This time, her lips slid around him. Causing him to sharply inhale. Oh god she felt so good sucking him. He loved the way she slid her mouth all the way down to the base. Then gently biting and sliding back. He loved her and everything she did to him. She stopped for a moment and eased back. Smiling at him. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue. Slipping the tip of that wonderful pink tongue inside him. Then in one smooth motion, his entire length was buried inside that warm mouth. Those red lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft. He moaned and placed his hands on her shoulders. She knew what he was asking. He wanted her, the sweet wetness between her thighs aching for him. She eased up one last nibble on the tip. Then straddling his hips. She eased herself down over him. Slowly sliding his hard manhood deep inside her. He felt the tightness of her around him. As she allowed him fully inside her, she moaned. He knew she was on the edge. He could see the heat in her eyes, like green flames blazing in the heat, the red in her hair like a cloud of flames. He couldn’t hold on. He wanted her, wanted to bury himself deep within her. To fill her and have her hold him. His hands on her hips, holding her, he thrust hard and deep. She gasped and thrust in rhythm with him. The two becoming one. She cried out his name as she reached her climax. He grabbed her tight and with one final thrust, he called her name. His climax reaching to hers as they collapsed in each others arms. Holding her still deep inside her. He rolled to his side. Sated for now. They lay nestled together under the arms of the tree. The only witnesses to their passion were the wild flowers that hid them in their midst as if keeping their secret safe. The picnic basket forgotten as they had fed their desires for each other. Dozing there in the sun, they would wake later and eat. Then, as the stars shone, they would love each other through the night as the animals envied their unbridled passion.