Picnic

“PICNIC”1

The first of March brought signs that spring was coming as the trees came out of hibernation and began putting on buds that would soon turn into leaves, and the birds welcomed the season with song, and busily started building nests in preparation for mating. One Sunday Elna prepared a picnic lunch and they went for a drive in the country. She had skipped church service, so they got an early start. Zak drove aimlessly as they enjoyed the sights and sounds of the season, a season for lovers. The weather was warm enough to have the car windows open and the wind blowing in added to the feeling of freedom and well-being. They noticed a few scattered daffodils here and there and the butterflies tasting their nectar. Ever so often they would see a green patch of grass, as God brought his earth back to life. The lovers talked of the miracles of nature which they witnessed every day and how sad it was that most people took such things for granted. Their love was so strong, they didn’t have to touch to feel one another’s presence, and they wondered about that, and were amazed at their good fortune. Had anyone ever been so happy, so much in love? Zak turned the car onto a logging road that looked to be unused and, after a few minutes of careful driving, they came to a clearing with a small stream. Perfect for a picnic, he stopped the car and they got out, stretching and breathing deeply. Spring smelled good also. 2

As they strolled around, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery, the cool breeze and the sound of birds singing, Zak was satisfied that they were really alone, as he could see no sign that anyone else had been there for years. Pausing, they watched a pair of bluebirds, working in perfect harmony, as they built their nest. They laughed as Elna said, “That’s what I want to do someday”. Going back to the stream, they picked a smooth, level spot and Zak went to the car for a blanket to spread there. Turning back toward the stream, he saw Elna sitting on a log, lost in thought as she watched the water ripple over the rocks, and paused for a long moment to feast his eyes on the beautiful picture she made in the nature setting. As he took a step she looked around, getting to her feet with a smile on her face, and he couldn’t resist taking into his arms. Kissing her passionately, hungrily, he held her tight for a long moment as they both felt the fire in their young bodies, longing to be released. Forcing himself to stop before he went too far, he went back to the car for the picnic basket. 3

They sat on the blanket, facing each other and dug in, eating hungrily. The fried chicken and potato salad Elna had made was delicious, though messy, and they laughed about their greasy fingers and lips. Elna playfully offered Zak a bite of her drumstick and he accepted it, biting where her mouth had just been as they smiled suggestively at one another. She was not a delicate eater, but ate as though she enjoyed it and Zak liked that, it seemed sexy to him. Noticing a crumb on her lip, he leaned over and retrieved it with his mouth, kissing her greasy mouth in the process. Her laughter bubbled over, adding music to the singing of the birds and the rippling stream.4

After they finished eating Elna put the remains away and they stretched out on the blanket. Lying on their backs, they looked at the fluffy clouds floating across the sky, commenting occasionally about the shape of one, relaxed and in harmony with nature. After a while, Zak tired of the cloud game and rolled over toward Elna, propped on his elbow and lowered his upper body down onto hers and began to kiss her face, her eyes, her lips and throat as he put a hand on her breast and fondled it. Looking into her eyes, he could tell that she was enjoying the feelings he was stirring in her as she smiled up at him. Through the thin material of her blouse and bra, he could feel her nipple getting hard and her breathing became labored as she moaned softly and stretched like a kitten being stroked, her eyes closed and her lips pouting. Moving his hand to her other breast, he found the nipple already hard, the imprint of it showing through her blouse. Lowering his head, he put his mouth on one breast, as though to suck it, causing her to open her eyes to see what he was doing. 5

Spontaneously, as though it had a mind of it’s own, his hand moved down, over her belly, to her pubic mound. As he pressed lightly on her mound of Venus her hips rose to meet the pressure she felt, and increase it. Keeping the pressure with the heel of his hand, he felt his middle finger slip between the lips of her vulva as they parted slightly, and she screamed, her hips moving erratically, scaring him. Thinking he had hurt her, he quickly looked at her face to see it contorted with, --- what? Pain? Passion? Zak honestly didn’t know, then she went limp and he thought she had fainted. Kissing her on the face until she revived, he asked if he had hurt her, ready to apologize, but she replied with a puzzled expression, “No, didn’t hurt, felt so good I couldn’t control myself, what did you do to me”? Holding her close, Zak said he didn’t know either, that he was only trying to make her feel good, and that he was sorry. She told him not to be sorry, that it had felt wonderful, that she had never felt so good before. 6

Still looking puzzled, Elna asked him how he had learned to do that and asked what really happened to her. Zak replied that he hadn’t learned it at all, but was just doing what seemed natural, by instinct, and was as surprised as she, but that he was glad he hadn’t hurt her. He didn’t know whether to tell her what he thought happened or not, however he felt sure she had her first orgasm. As he stood up, Elna could see the effect it had on him as she looked at the bulge of his erection in his left pants leg. Standing still as she looked at his erection, he thought for a minute she might offer to do something to relieve him, and maybe she thought it, but didn’t say anything, and the moment passed. Not wanting to rush her, even though his penis was aching for relief, he took her hand and helped her to her feet. He felt sure that the time was drawing near when they would seek mutual pleasure and satisfaction and still remain virgin. Putting her arms around his neck and kissing him, Elna thanked him for making her feel so good and for being so understanding about her ignorance of such matters. Zak replied that he enjoyed giving her pleasure and that the act of touching her in those sensitive places gave him much pleasure also, so much pleasure that he was unable to hide it, and they both laughed, glancing down at his erection. 7

Loading the car, they left and drove around awhile as he noticed Elna look toward his erection several times, making him feel like she wanted to do something for him, but was still too shy. As long as she kept looking it wouldn’t go down, and was still hard when they arrived at her house. Seeing her mother in the front yard, he told Elna he wouldn’t get out and, as she opened the door, she took one last, long look at it, then said softly, “I’m sorry precious”. Zak drove home, thinking of all that had happened, trying to sort it out in his mind so he could learn from the experience. Although she had been shocked, she hadn’t seemed displeased, so he was glad it had happened and hoped she would figure it out. Well, she had an older sister, maybe she would ask her. He could hardly believe he had gone that far, but he couldn’t take all the credit, and he looked at the offending, obscene hand, and smiled.8

...by jean ruff9