0 comments/ 41627 views/ 4 favorites Nothing Underneath By: Tom Soup It is morning. The sun is shining brightly, it's path broken up by the summer leaves on the trees and the shadows dancing merrily on the ground. The morning air is slightly crisp and the dew sparkles in the sun's warming rays, casting light in unperceivable patterns on the eye. The light breeze blows in through the open window and over your beautiful naked sleeping form. As the breeze plays with the edge of the sheet, flipping it softly and letting it slide back into place, you roll over and put your arm out to wrap it around me. Your arm falls to the pillow and you notice that I am not there. You raise your head slightly and look around the room trying to see where I went. As you do, you see a note attached to my pillow with a safety pin and a single red rose through the pin. You take the rose in your hand and inhale deeply, letting the fragrance fill you with delight. You reach out again and pluck the note from my pillow, lying back in the bed as you read it. The note says.... "My Darling Maya, I love you so very much. I want to give you something very special to show you how much I love you. Look in the living room on the couch. You will find a box. I want you to put on what's in the box, but don't put on anything underneath it. I will be back about midmorning to pick you up and you will see why I don't want anything underneath. Keeping you in my heart always, Love, Steve." Puzzled, and more than a little curious, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, standing and enjoying the feeling of being naked so early in the morning. On bare feet, you pad down the hall and peek into the living room hoping I might still be there. But, I'm not. As you look around the room, you see a curious box propped up on the dark black couch we've made love on so many times in the past. The box leans against the center back cushion. It is the very same cushion you leaned against last night. The same cushion you pressed against, while I licked your pussy during the movie, until you had so many orgasms, you lost count. With a small sound of excitement, you cross the living room carpet and pick up the box. The box is a light cream color and has a pale red bow wrapped around it. Very carefully, you unwrap the bow and let it fall to the fall to the carpet. You lift the lid of the box and peer inside. At first, you see only tissue-type paper, but digging further, you spy a white soft fabric with violet and red orchids patterned. Grasping the fabric, you pull it free from the under the paper and see it is a summer dress made of a light flowing cotton. You gasp in surprise and pleasure. Standing up, you hold the dress against your body to see how well it will fit. You needn't worry. We know each other's bodies so well. Your nude body is perfectly ready to slip the dress on. You hold it against your body, your arm hugging the dress under your breasts. You can already foresee how deliciously it will conform to the curves of your body. You notice the bottom hem falls to mid thigh. The length is the perfect length I like to see on you. When you bend, you know I will be watching to see the tiny evidence of your panties. As you smooth the dress against your body, a scrap of paper attached to the front of the dress catches your eye and you reach up to pull it off. It is another note, this one saying, "Just remember my love, nothing underneath......I love you." After you read the note, you hurry to the bedroom and before the floor length mirror, you slip the dress over your head. As you pull the dress down over yourself, you feel the smooth cotton running over your breasts, your stomach, and your thighs. The dress swishes around your thighs. You pull it down lower and notice that it is just a bit tight around the bust, pushing your breasts together and up. The material rubs softly against your breasts and makes your nipples awaken and stiffen, poking forward through the cotton. You spin your body around in front on the mirror, seeing the dress flare and expose your firm legs up to about mid-thigh. You feel yourself start to get a bit excited and run your hands up and down your sides, wishing I was there to do it for you. You slide one hand down a little lower to caress your inner thigh. The tiny skin bumps rise at the same pace your excitement, as you wonder what I have in store for you. you come back to earth a little bit and walk back out to the living room. You debate running your fingers over the cloth and pressing it tighter against your thinly covered pussy but you are already getting aroused and wetness could easily begin to soak through the material. You know I wouldn't mind. In fact I would probably be pleased to see my baby with a wet spot on her new dress, but you are patient this morning. You want to know what I have planned. You return back into the living room, sit down on the couch and lean back against the cushions. A pair of sandals you left last night still lie on the floor at the end of the couch. You see them, and put them on then wait. Wait and try to imagine what I have in store for us. "You don't have long to wait. After just a few moments you hear a motor engine grow louder in the driveway outside. You stand and come to the front door, opening it slightly and see me sitting outside on a motorcycle. I am wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt with a leather jacket over it. I have my sunglasses on and a big smile on my face. You grin widely as you step out of the door, come over to me and place your arms around my neck, kissing me. I return your kiss with a passion that surprises you momentarily. After our lips break their contact, I motion for you to get on the bike. You swing your legs over the back of the bike, pressing your body against mine and pull the dress down in front so no one else will know that you are wearing nothing underneath. I start the bike again and pull out of the driveway onto the road. You lean forward and put your chin on my shoulder, looking forward as we ride. After a few minutes, you realize we are heading up into the mountains and away from the city. The vibrations from the bike are getting you even more excited than before and you can feel your snatch juices flowing. We round curve after curve as we steadily climb into the mountains and the suns ascends into the sky. It seems like such a short way to ride away from the crowded city into virtual isolation in less than half an hour of time. I finally slow the bike and turn off onto a little dirt trail winding it's way back into the woods. The bumps cause the bike to grind into your pelvis giving you shudders as the sensations run up and down your spine. After traveling over a couple of miles on the seldom used road, I turn off once more into a little private field, steering across it to the far side, where I stop the bike and turn off the engine. You climb off the bike and stretch your legs as you look around. The sun is slanting through the maple trees and you can hear a little stream running in the background. Birds sing random notes and the wind is still just a light breeze playing with the hem of your dress, blowing up it and across your very sensitive genitals. The feeling is delicious and you lose yourself in it for just a moment. Then you hear me say your name and look over at me. I take your hand and lead you through the field into the woods. Fallen leaves announce our arrival toward where the sound of the stream is. We work our way through the woods holding hands as the trees thin. Soon we come to a small clearing next to a small bubbling brook of clear water. A grassy knoll trimmed neatly like a suburban lawn is next to the water's edge. You look around the clearing and see I have already been there and prepared a little surprise for you. A blanket is spread out and on top, there is a bucket of ice with a bottle of light white wine with two wineglasses. A small picnic basket rests along side of the bucket. I move to it and lift the top, revealing a checkered red and white cloth. It covers something inside that you can't see just yet. We walk over to the blanket, step onto it, and as you sit down, I settle myself beside you. The blue sky above us doesn't have a cloud in sight. I take off my jacket and boots, getting myself comfortable. I reach out and pick up the wine, popping the cork and pouring it into the glasses, holding one up for you to take as I take the other one and we tap the edges together in a silent toast to each other and our love. I reach into the basket and start pulling the things inside, out. I place them on the blanket next to us. First I take out a loaf of bread, then some Fresh delI meats, a bag of thinly sliced sharp cheese, and a bunch of seedless juicy lime green grapes. Finally, I remove a red cylinder you recognize immediately as a can of spray whipped cream. When you give me a puzzled glance, I simply reply with, "later" and you realize what the instant whipped cream is for. A brief smile crosses your face as you lean back on the blanket and I fix us lunch. As you lean back, you use your arms to brace your body and tilt your face to collect the warmth from the sun. The cotton dress contours around your soft breasts and I can see one of the printed flowers being pushed forward by the shape of your nipple. You look beautiful to me at that moment, but you always do. "Steve, do you think birds do it while they fly?" You ask jokingly. "I bet the fun ones do." You laugh at my answer and take the sandwich I have made for you. I think how lucky the bread is to touch your lips. "Would you like to be a bird?" I ask. You ponder the question as you swallow a bite of your sandwich. "Maybe if I was a love bird in a cage with you." "Oh really?" I reach for my wine and take a sip. "Yeah, I'd wrap my little wings around the bars of the birdcage, push my ass out and wait for your feathery touch all day long." You giggle again. I laugh again and look at your legs. So lovely and smooth they are because I just shaved them for you yesterday. I notice a little spot I missed but see no more. I hope those are the only tiny hairs I left besides the ones I shaved into the shape of a heart around your pussy. I watch you finish your sandwich and take one last bite, but I'm not really hungry for anything but you. I scoot over beside and slightly behind you. Taking your shoulders in my hands, I guide you down until your head is lying in my lap. I reach out and take the bunch of grapes in my right hand, plucking one off and place it against your soft lips. You open your mouth and your tongue snakes out to pull it in. Your teeth flash in the sunlight as you bite down on the grape. The sweet juice runs over your tongue and you tip your head back just a little to enjoy the sensation. I feed you several more grapes like that, plucking them one at a time and placing them in your mouth. Then I change my approach, place the grape between my lips, and lean over your face. You reach up with your mouth and take the grape from my lips and trying to brush your lips against mine, but I'm just a little too quick and my lips dart out of range. Again I place a grape in my lips and lean over you passing the grape, but dancing out of range once more as you try for a kiss. A smile appears on my face as you settle back into my lap. The next grape I take, I put completely into my mouth and lean over you. Placing my mouth upon yours, I pass the grape to you with just my tongue. Your tongue slides against mine as you take the grape and bite into it. With out mouths still connected, you pass half of the grape back into my mouth. We both eat our halves of the grape then our tongues come together again and lock against each other. You are playful and so am I. As our tongues slide against each other, your breath gets deeper. You put one hand on the back of my head and pull me down slightly, forcing our lips together even harder. Our noses press against each other. After our long kiss, I raise my head again and smiling at you, take another grape in hand and draw around your face with it. You feel the grape sliding down your cheek, your jaw line, across your chin, until I finally come to your mouth again and dip it in. You take it in your teeth and bite down, chewing thoughtfully and looking into my eyes, seeing the love there within. You reach up with one hand and run it through my hair as I continue to feed you grapes. Finally you have had enough grapes and pull my head down to kiss you again. When I lean over, I put the rest of the grapes down and place my left hand on your belly. We kiss again and I can taste the sweet grapes on your lips. Our lips slide over each other lightly at first, but then get more passionate as we probe deeper with our longing for each other. Our tongues meet again and push against each other and my left hand slides up the soft cotton until it is cupping the bottom of your breast through the fabric. My thumb slides all around your nipple but teasingly never touches it. My other hand slides around the back of your shoulders and pulls you up slightly and your hand slides down from the back of my head, tracing my face down to my chest. You feel the thumb of the hand that cups your breast moving slowly higher until it is scraping your nipple ever so gently. I can feel as I rub it how erect it is getting and how hard it begins to get under my light pressure. Your hand comes up to take my hand and guide it downward as we break the kiss and you look me in the eye saying, "I want you to feel how wet I am." I allow you to guide my hand down your belly and past your thigh until it reaches the short hem of your dress. I let your hand guide mine under your dress and the dress edge lifts and climbs your thigh until it is bunched at your hip and my hand touches the soft heat where your legs join. Instinctively, I kiss you as my hand caresses your lips and I can feel the warmth emanating from you and the wetness seeping from inside. You moan slightly and breaking our kiss, bury your head in my chest as I slide my middle finger into you. Because you are so aroused and wet, my finger slips between your lips and finds your tight tunnel easily. Slowly and gently, taking my time I push my finger fully inside you and hold it still. Pushing under your hood and placing my thumb on your clitoris, I give it just a quick couple of rubs before I pull completely out of you and bring my wet finger to my lips. You watch as I inhale your scent deeply and slowly lick the taste of you off before I return my hand between your legs and slide my finger inside you again. My thumb finds your clit again and begins to rub it vigorously but gently, just the way your body has taught me you like to be touched. You moan again, pressing your face harder into my chest, smelling my cologne and light sweat. The manly smell makes you even more excited and your hips begin to buck slightly as I slide my finger in and out. I let my little finger drift down to your asshole and lightly caress the wetness from your pussy into it as my thumb runs circles around your engorged clit. You are rising to my finger thrusts faster and faster. Your breathing is growing rapid and erratic. Our tongues swipe at each other's mouths. My finger moves faster as I plunge it in and out, curling the tip. I love it when you moan my name as you are coming darling. And all alone out in the open field, your moans become louder in the forest air. I wouldn't care if anyone is watching. I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't tell you to be quiet. I just want you to cum. Your arms grip me tightly as the orgasm rolls through you, obliterating all thought as your body shudders and shakes. Soon you begin coming down from this orgasm, the aftershocks still causing you to stiffen and loosen in a pattern only your body can understand. Your body relaxes and you lean against me for a few moments trying to catch your breath. I slide my finger out of you and sit you up, as you watch me lick my finger of your taste. Your head spins slightly as I take the hem of your dress and pull it upward over your hips, your stomach, and your breasts, finally taking it completely off and tossing it into the open picnic basket. An amusing thought strikes you. The knowledge you've only worn clothes for a few hours all weekend and now you're naked again seems so wonderful. And now you're totally naked in the out doors. It's one of our favorite little pleasures. Even the fact, I still have my clothes on makes your pussy ache. You love to be naked before me. You are my princess of pleasure and I love you naked all the time. I gently move forward as you lay back on the tablecloth-covered ground. A yellow butterfly bounces by on an airwave as I straddle you, exhaling my breath all over your body and watching the way your body is rises and falls as your orgasm tapers off. After a few moments, I reach out and retrieve the can of whipped cream. I give it a good shake and pop the top off, looking you in the eyes the entire time. I turn the bottle over and start spraying the whipped cream around your right breast, ending with a tight spiral around your nipple. I quickly move over to the left breast and prepare it with the whipped cream also. After I have covered both breasts, I lean over and begin licking the whipped cream off by sticking my tongue out and lapping at it like kitten does milk. I move my tongue all over your breasts, saving your nipples for last. When I reach the nipple on your left breast, I form my lips in a circle right above the nipple and suck in hard, causing the whipped cream to fly into my mouth without actually touching your nipple. Before you can say anything, I move over to the right nipple and do the same thing. You look up at me and say, "Oh darling, you tease!" with a happy smile on your face. Your eyes sparkle. I reply with a grin on my face, "Would it help if I did this?" I lower my head again, sucking the nipple on your right breast into my mouth and flicking it lightly with my tongue. "Very much," you say with a sigh as you lean back against the blanket and let the sensations wash over you. I suckle your nipple and stroke it with my mouth and tongue as you squirm in delight. I move over to your left nipple, take it in my mouth and give it the same treatment. You reach down and pull my shirt out of my pants, letting your hands go under my shirt to roam over my chest. I continue licking and sucking your nipples until they are as hard as pebbles. You reach down and pull up on the bottom of my shirt, tugging it off of me. My lips break contact with your nipples just long enough for you to pull my shirt completely off, then my lips dive down again to wrap around one stiff nipple. I feel you glide your hands over my chest, sliding them downward across my stomach and finally to my pants. You unbuckle my belt slowly and pull it completely off, letting it drop to the side. You reach for me again and unbutton my pants, sliding the zipper down firmly as I continue to work my tongue over your breasts. My zipper travels down almost to the bottom and you reach inside to pull my penis out, stroking it softly. I cannot help myself and moan softly from your touch. The vibrations from my moan are going through your titty and making you shiver with pleasure. I start to work my way down your body from your breasts. I trail my kisses and licks across your belly, down to your belly button where I stop for a few moments to dip my tongue in and out. You giggle softly when I do this because it tickles slightly. I move further down to where your legs meet your hips and that little line between your legs. The heart I shaved your pubic hair in looks so sexy. I lick it so all the tiny hairs fold together. I kiss my way up and down your pussy slit before moving down your inner thigh. I lift your leg and kiss that sensitive spot just under your ass cheek and you gasp as the feeling shoots through your body. I continue kissing all the way down your inner thigh until I reach your knee. I can feel my exposed erection in your hand as you slide your fingers along my slickened shaft. The outside air cools my precum and makes your hand sticky. Nothing Underneath My kisses move from one inner thigh to your other inner thigh and I work my way slowly up towards your pussy. As I near, I reach out and pick up the can of whipped cream again. I shake it as I kiss your pussy with my lips closed. The long wet parting of your pussy is so innocent and tender looking now that we have shaved it. After a few more moments of kissing and licking your folds, I move inward, breathing out on your lips, the cool air that blows across them gives you chills that work their way up your spine. I purposefully do not let my lips or tongue touch you just yet. I raise the can of whipped cream and pointing it at your heart shaped patch of pubic hair, I push the nozzle releasing the cool creamy spray. You stiffen slightly and moan as I move the can lower and the whipped cream covers your clit and the upper part of your lips. I make sure that the cream covers everything and is layered fairly heavily before I set the can back down. You even spread your legs wider to give me better access. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and begin licking up the cream just as I did on your breasts, but not letting my mouth touch anything really sensitive. You moan and push your hips up, trying to make contact between your genitals and my mouth, but I keep a distance between us. I lick all the melting cream off and wait for a few seconds. I love just inhaling your aroused scent. I look up at your face. Your head is bent slightly backward and your lips are barely parted. I'm pleased with myself for bringing your face a look of pure lust. I kiss your pussy lips ever-so-lightly and hear you gasp as the pleasure rockets up your body. Slowly, I stick my tongue out and swipe it up the inside of your labia, stopping just under the level of your clit. I can see it swollen and sticking out of it's little hood. I slide my tongue back down and inside of you just a little way before I bring it back out again. There is whipping cream fragments scattered around your pussy. In the warm sunlight and the radiating heat from your body, the whipping cream has reduced to little pools of whitish liquid that make your hips and pussy look like I have left a dozen bursts of my cum on you. I take your thighs in my hands and lift them from underneath till your knees are pressed into your chest, leaving you wide open for my explorations. I run my tongue up and down your slit, tasting you and lapping up the random whipped cream and your juices. You start to quiver with the beginnings of another orgasm, but you can't quite reach it without me touching a certain part of you. I let you teeter on the edge of your orgasm for a little while longer until I give in and place my lips upon your clit, still with a little bit of whipped cream on it. I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. Your entire body goes into overload and the orgasm rushes through you like liquid heat. Your legs stiffen and try to straighten out, but I hold them in place, giving you the sensation of being wide open to whatever I want to do. The forced openness and loss of control feelings increase the intensity of your orgasm until you are screaming with delight. The forest echoes with your cries and you can't tell if the sound of rushing bubbling liquid is coming from the nearby stream or your pussy. You shiver and shake in the throes of your wonderful orgasm as my tongue lashes you even more, driving you further into ecstasy. I don't stop. You are surprised but I am inspired on this sunny perfect day and just as one orgasm begins to fade, I gently nibble on your clit and another orgasm invades you, causing your body to shave even more violently. This orgasm is stronger than the last and you don't know how much more you can take. You've never come three times in such a short time from my mouth on your pussy but the limit has been broken. The line crossed and you feel another orgasm building as I continue bringing you wave after wave of pleasure beyond any limit you have ever reached. Finally you push against the top of my head with all the strength you can muster. I take the hint and bring my wet face reluctantly away from your crotch. I let your legs drop gently back to the now saturated tablecloth. I work my way back up your body, kissing my way upward, stopping for a few minutes to softly kiss your breasts and nipples as you try to catch your breath. I reach your mouth and kiss you on the lips, not too hard, just enough pressure for you to feel it and return the kiss with what you have of your returning strength. Your right hand comes up to the back of my head and pulls me down till we are kissing harder. I lean back up a little and looking you in your warm passionate eyes say, "Getting your strength back so soon?" You look up at me and say with a grin on your face, "Getting it back enough to do this!" You reach down to feel my cock through my pants. You trace one finger along the ridge of my hardened member, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. You put your other hand on my chest and push me back gently onto The ground until I am laying flat and you are propped up on one arm beside me. Running your fingers across my chest, you stop to tweak each one of my nipples making them as hard as yours. Slowly you trace your way down my chest and stomach, running your fingers through my curly soft body hairs. You think about the promise I made to let you shave the hairs from my cock next time we shave you. You lean your body over me and place kisses on my chest. I can feel your breasts press against me, the nipples still hard. You move your mouth all over my chest. As you come to my left nipple, you lightly lick it with your tongue, flicking it back and forth. Your hand is busy also, worming it's way into my pants to rub along the length of my cock. I gasp as you grasp it and tug on it just so slightly. You roll your body over mine until you are straddling me, and still kissing my chest, slide my jeans down my hips. I reach down and help you pull them off as I raise my pelvis to make it easier. My jeans pass over my hips, releasing my now rock hard manhood. But you don't stop there. You keep pulling them down, over my thighs, my calves, and finally off of me completely. You look down and giggle. I love your playfulness and I ask, "What's so funny?" You look me in the eyes and ask me, "Do you want to keep your socks on?" I laugh, and reaching down, pull them off and toss them to the side. I am as naked as you are now. We are naked to the world but the world doesn't matter and can watch all it wants. You reach and take my cock in one soft hand, stroking me up and down. I recline on the blanket and let the pleasure run through my body. Your touch is so loving. You kiss your way down from my chest and stomach to where I am sticking straight up. You make your way around my hot pole and start kissing the inside of my thighs. I moan as I wish you would take me inside your mouth, but you want to have some fun first. You reach out with one hand and pick up the whipped cream. Positioning above the head of my cock, you push the nozzle, releasing the curling fluffy white spray. The circling motion of your hand covers my hard member with the cream. My head shoots up and I look down at you, surprised, but excited. You just look back at me with those dark sexy eyes of yours and I lay back again. I'm determined to just enjoy the feeling. You spray the whipped cream along the underside of my shaft and move around to the top, taking your time and making sure that you have covered every bit of stretched taunt skin. When you are satisfied you have done a good job, you put the can back down and stick out your tongue. You can feel the sweet tingle in your pussy returning as you get excited by my hard on covered with the whipping cream. Flicking your tongue back and forth, you start removing the whipped cream just as I had, without actually touching me with your tongue. It takes all of my self-control to keep from thrusting my hips up to try and make contact with your mouth. You enjoy yourself and move around my cock, removing just a little bit of whipped cream at a time. Finally, all that is left is a little bit on the head. My cock looks like an ice cream treat. You stick your tongue out again, but this time, you start at the bottom of my shaft and lick all the way up in one motion, ultimately taking the cream off the top with a deft flick of your tongue. I lose control for just a moment and thrust my hips up. You run your tongue all along my now extremely excited and throbbing cock. I whisper to you softly, "If you keep this up darling, I'm going to cum." You merely smile and continue to lick. When you come back to the top, you dip your mouth down and take in just the head, swirling your tongue around. I begin to feel the tightness building in my testicles and I reach down to lightly push you away before I climax. But you want me to cum. You want me to orgasm and spew the hot semen from my cock onto your lips. You want to taste me just like I tasted you. You slide your mouth further down onto my shaft and the explosion continues to build. You make it down all the way to the bottom of my shaft holding me completely in your mouth. Then you start moving your head up and down, milking me with your lips and tongue. I groan with pleasure and say, "Oh God Baby, I'm about o...to...to...ohhhh..." That is as far as I get before I feel the hot jets of jism blast their way up through my penis. A split second before it bursts into your mouth, you move your mouth off of me and stroke my pulsing shaft with quick hand movements. My cum bursts out as sperm arches into the air landing on my belly and splashing onto your hand. My entire body is frozen as you continue to pump me. Finally, I have nothing left and the intense sensitivity in my cock head feels almost painful as I put my hand over yours to stop your stroking. I lay back, feeling absolutely drained. I watch as you lick the cum from my belly and your hand. You know how erotic I think it is to see you do this and I can tell you are making a show of licking my cum just for me. The way you lift it gently with the tip of your tongue and run it over your lips is so erotic. I moan watching. I love to see the slope of your buttocks from a horizontal angle like I have now. The gentle rolling hills look like the ones off in the distance past the forest. You kiss and nibble your way back up to my face and plant a deep kiss on my lips. I respond with all the strength I have left, kissing you passionately. You break the kiss and lay your head down on my heaving chest to rest for a little while. The sun is bright and heats our naked bodies. We can't stay like this too much longer with direct exposure, or we'll get sunburned. I absently run my hands through your hair and down the center of your back, grazing my fingertips over your skin. You slide your hand over my chest, lightly pulling at my chest hairs. I can smell your hair and the scent of your excitement rising all around us. You suddenly sit up and move over to where the basket is, picking up the grapes and bring them over to where I lay. You smile mischievously as you recline next to me your breast is touching my chest. I roll over onto my side so my chest now touches both of your breasts and kiss you. You take a grape and tear it in two. Taking half between each finger and thumb, you lay back on the tablecloth and place one on each nipple. I smile and lean over your body, removing the first grape by pinching it between my lips. I move with it towards your mouth and place it gently on your lips. Your tongue darts out and takes the grape into your mouth. You don't notice as I pluck the largest grape still left from the bundle. But you smile coyly as my mouth goes down to take the other grape in my teeth and my lips barely brush your nipple, causing your breast to jump slightly. As I move up towards your lips, you feel the grape I hold between my finger and thumb rubbing your asshole. You place your fingers on my chest and slide them downward towards where I am starting to get hard again and graze your fingertips across the head. I shudder slightly and you slide your fingers down the shaft, feeling me getting harder. I feed you the grape as before, then bend my head down once more and take your nipple in my mouth. The grape feels teasingly like it might go inside you but I only tease pushing it half way. I move over your body until I am between your legs, your hand is still on my cock. I position my cock near the entrance to your pussy. You use your fingers to push the head inside you. I slide in, taking my time and stopping every once in a while to feel your pussy muscles squeeze my cock. You wrap your legs around my hips and try to pull me in further, but I hold myself back. You tilt your pelvis up and I bend down once again to suck one of your swollen nipples into my mouth. I finally get my cock all the way into you and you begin to rock your pelvis back and forth rubbing your clit against me. I drop the grape I've been pressing against your asshole and reach for a new one. This time I reach down and touch it lightly against your clitoris, bringing a gasp of pleasure from you. You slide your hands behind my neck and pull my face up to yours, kissing me passionately as I begin to rock my hips back and forth. At the same time I rub your clit up and down with the grape and my thumb. You reach down with one hand and take one of your nipples between your own fingers, rolling it around before placing your palm flat and rubbing your tit with vigor. I reach for your other tit with my free hand, pressing my palm to it and rubbing your breast all around. You begin to squirm in intense pleasure, rocking your hips up towards my thrusts with more and more power until you are bucking them. My thumb has trouble maintaining contact with your clit. But I try to make up for the loss of sensation by refocusing on your nipple. My mouth travels back down and takes a nipple in again, flicking it back and forth with gentleness but enough power to make it ache with pleasure. I nibble on it and you gasp with the sudden shock. My thumb continues to rub your clit. Suddenly, I sit up and pull myself out of you. You give me a look of disappointment until I take hold of your hips and start to roll you over. You get the hint and roll over onto your hands and knees. I kneel behind you, running my hands across the small of your back and ass, feeling the soft skin and the firm muscle underneath it. I slide my hands around to the sides of your hips and pull back slightly, putting your legs at an angle into your body. I move myself in and place my rigid member at the entrance. You try to push back a little further to get me in but I stay right at the edge of penetration. I begin to slowly enter you, taking my time like before. You reach back with one hand and start to rub the underside of my testicles. I get about halfway in and you take control, slamming yourself back onto me, impaling yourself on the rest of my manhood. You and I both gasp at the same time, but before you can pull yourself forward, I take hold of your hips again and hold you in place. You stay there in that position with one hand on the ground the other hand cupping my balls. I reach down under you and take one firm breast in my hand and knead the nipple between my fingers. After a few moments, I begin an in and out motion, pumping my cock into you and back out again. Your hand moves from cupping my testicles to placing a finger on your clit. I reach down with my other hand and grasp your other breast, my strong arms pull you up until your back is almost vertical to the ground and pressed against my chest. I continue moving my hips back and forth, driving inside of you. You reach back with your free hand and wrap it around the back of my neck, pulling me as close as you can. I rest my head on your shoulder blade. You can feel my hot breath exhale on your shoulder and neck. I can taste the sweat on your skin and suckle you. My hands are still wrapped around you each one is holding a breast, rubbing the nipples with the palms. You start moving your hips up and down synchronized with my back and forth movements. A couple of times I almost pull out of you, but I manage to stay barely in. You're rubbing your clitoris frantically as you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. Soon our breathing becomes heavier and I feel my testicles start to tighten with the impending explosion. You feel your orgasm approaching also and start to cry out, "Oh Steve. Oh Love Oh God, yes....O Baby....i'm abo...abo...abo...about to...to CUMMMMM!!!!!" I whisper in your ear, "I.....i....i'm about to...to....to...to cum... also." Our words trigger each other. I feel the force of my orgasm race through my body. I drive as deeply as I can into you and hold it there as I pulse cum into your pussy. You can feel my orgasm flood into you, and this pushes you over the edge into your own orgasm. You start crying out into the forest unintelligible words and I join you as we press our bodies together. We start shuddering and shaking together, our orgasms timed just right. You reach back with both hands and pull against the back of my neck as I pull against your waist, our bodies locked together in a dance of passion as our climaxes pound into us. Eventually, we start coming down and I lay you down gently on the ground, turning you over so that I can lay next to you and snuggle my head onto one of your warm soft breasts. My arm is thrown across your belly and your hand comes down to lightly stroke my hair. I whisper to you, "I love you honey." You reply as you drift into a rich contented consciousness, "I love you too." We barely notice our passion has displaced the tablecloth and we rest on the warm flattened grass. There is nothing underneath us.