"The Best of Time"
The Click
A Joint memory of an adventure in the Park
It would have been good to be with you in the lay-by, kissing and receiving horny. Rubbing your nipples and lift through your clothes. Assuming we wouldn't be seen. Putting my furnish against yours and approaching your fingers into me. And then that unwise truck appears! My fingers masked inside your pussy wriggling gently. It becomes exonerate that they are not tender so I take out my fingers, tug your knickers up forceful into your split, and push my fingers into your rudeness for you to clean, and then propel on.
I pull your hand onto my thigh as I desperately seek for somewhere more not public, it moves hastily up squeezing my pining cock through my trousers. I detour slightly, a people lane offering perhaps more shelter. Then turn into a tiny picnic area.
I bend off the engine and power you to me. Our mouths safe together, tongues twisting and near enough each other. Even the jangle of our teeth sounds oppressive to me. My hands pronouncement your breasts. Your nipples already status out yield to my touch and thumb. Soft and pliant yet springing back multinational. I enjoy your breath rough and heavy. The harder I squeeze the more you pant. Either road it makes me so horny.
Between kisses I solicit you if you famine to find somewhere for a picnic...
With a smile I whisper, “I weigh up we should have the picnic here.
You break away and say quite briskly, “We’d superior get on and get the clothes out of the ?auto.auto and go in circles to the back. I can deem my knickers still pulling into my split and my wet pussy lips sliding together over them as I march. My nipples challenging and rubbing against my t-shirt.
You commence up the wader and start to take belongings out. First a generously proportioned blanket to apply on the impose a curfew, then a bag with the fodder in. As you do that I reach into the boot to get a link of things, which have rolled to the back. I take take of one bag and am very soon going to grab the other when I atmosphere you coming up behind me. You connect with over and gently grasp my wrists, pulling my arms missing from the bags and back, until you stand them behind my back.”
You push your cock harder into my back and tense up your grip on my wrists.
But then you tread slightly back, imposing me, “Hold your hands together and don’t consent to go until I around.”
I do as I am told.
“Now I am vacant to let go of your wrists you will keep your hands clasped together.”
The thinking makes me even hotter and I move about slightly and nod and keep my hands together as you release my wrists.
Your hands freed, you slide them down my hips until you find the edge of my skirt. You slowly pull my skirt up until it is around my hips and push it back into the waistband.
Leaning quicker again, you benevolent me more commands “Shut your eyes.”
I do.
“Now you must keep them congested until I around that you can open them, no count what happens.”
I thumbs up that I will.
You reach over to squeeze my nipples powerfully through my thin t-shirt. Waves of both bind and pleasure seep through my deceased. I feel leap and helpless. I should easily be able to uncontrolled myself, but I don’t famine to or maybe I can’t… My observe blocked I try to catch any sounds that will suggest what you are going away to do next….
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I put my arm around your waist and lead you for a unfriendly while. Reminding you to keep your eyes bunged. We turn and encircle, heading only a fleeting distance. You try me lay the hearth rug on the milled and put my equipment down. Your hands are submissively still clasped behind your back. My want for you to keep them together, oppression as firm as any rope.
You do not recognize where we are. Whether secluded or in a clearance, visible or veiled. Your hands not even attempting to see yourself. Adding a sense of familiarity to the site. Your mouth responds hungrily to mine and your hips move up and down. With your skirt up in circles your waist I can see your knickers pulled forceful and out of observe between your cunt lips.
I pull your t-shirt up permitting you to move your hands to set aside it to be removed. When you link them back together without being told it sends a heave to my lift. Enjoying how hard they are. I speak softly to you that they will soon be harder and you feel me pinching and twisting them. Trying to alleviate the vigor of the pull on your nipples. You moan out as my nails dig into your touchy nipples and your hips move franticly as your pussy enjoys the hunch even as your nipples cry out in walkout.
Then you recognise the feel of a nipple bind as it is looped and pulled difficult over first one nipple then the other. The metal bind cold between your tits. The feeling makes you twist more and doesnt stop the wetness consuming your cunt. I differentiate you that we requirement the other two bags from the ?car.
“Go get them”, I in the region of.
“But...”
Suddenly you are unsure of the manner but very sure about how exposed you are
“Go get them… NOW!”, I bark.
“You may unclasp your hands and release your eyes.”
You take a locked away breath and appearance around, spotting a way.
“Do not look inside”, I shout as you dash off.
I sensation if you have elapsed the skirt tucked into the waistband of your underwear.
When you do, once more with your hands clasped and your eyes closed. I whisper something in your ear and a moan escapes your lips.
You hear me open the first bag...
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“Open your eyes”, you in the region of.
“I want you to look at for a while”.
I commence my eyes, squinting in the bright sunlight. You connect with into the bag and churn out a large tack hammer. For a split up second I gaze shocked, then as though I am about to leap up. A smirk widens across your visage. Your reach into the bag again and power out a exhibition area peg.
Laughing, you say, ‘It’s only for this’. I enjoy you teasing me! You look over to see a puzzled gaze on my visage but my hips are opening to wiggle vaguely, grinding my bum into the milled.
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