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The Picnic
by The Erotic Pen       Sarlim@aol.com


One summer I worked as a cook for a restaurant, The Crystal Lake Inn, in a
small mountain town. The town was a tourist trap, the restaurant not very
good, but the job gave me some extra spending money while I was out of
school. It was at The Crystal Lake Inn that I met Candice, or Candy, as I
used to call her.

Candy was a waitress and we worked together several days each week. During
our breaks and after work, we would sit around, talk, and confide in each
other. She was 26 years old, about 5'2", very petite figure and short,
curly blonde hair. She was married, but not very happily. While her
husband, Brian, was a nice enough guy, he lacked any real ambition she
said. Brian had been out of work for the better part of two years. Candy
used to joke that he was holding out for a management position. She was
also open about the sex lives. She told me they had gone through the
swinging and swapping games, and though she said it was his idea, I got
the impression she enjoyed their "open marriage" as much as he did.

"Your a cook," Candy said. "You should know the value a fresh meat."

I used to wonder how she'd react if I suggested the two of us get
together. Having no experience with seduction, I had no idea how to broach
that subject. At the age of 21, I was still a virgin and the kind of guy
most girls thought of as their brother. That was me: easy to talk to, not
so easy to screw. I had a lot of girls as friends, but never a girlfriend.
There were many nights I masturbated just to get to sleep, all the while
picturing Candy in my head, my erection from fantasies of her not willing
to go away on their own.

When Candy suggested we get together on our next day off for a picnic in
the mountains on our next day off, I heartily agreed. This wasn't the
first time we'd gotten together on a day off. We often went into town, had
lunch and just kicked around, so this was no different as far as I was
concerned.

Candy picked me up in her Jeep and we headed off for the high country. I
was grateful for the Jeep of hers, as it could take dirt roads that didn't
get much tourist traffic, and that saved killing my poor old Buick. The
road, carving through Aspen trees, was little more than a trail, and with
Candy driving I was free to enjoy the scenery, which included Candy in her
yellow sun dress.

Candy pulled the Jeep off the road and had me carry the basket with our
lunch, and a large blanket while she led the way, as she led the way to a
small secluded clearing in the Aspen trees. I stood in awe of the spot's
natural beauty. I asked Candy how she had come to know about this place.
"One of my boyfriends in high school used to bring me up here on his dirt
bike to makeout," she explained, as she arranged the blanket for us to sit
on.

Lunch was simple, just some sandwiches and cheese; wine and strawberries
for desert. We sat and talked about nothing important; just enjoyed the
time together. After our second glass of wine, Candy surprised me by
leaning in close, and giving me a long kiss.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I've been wanting to do that for a
long time."

"It's crossed my mind on more than on occasion as well," I replied.

We kissed again, then she gently pushed me onto my back. She lay on her
side next to me, her mouth never leaving mine.

My fear of going too far or too fast rivaled the hunger for her that had
been building up within me. I was afraid to take it beyond kissing. What
if all she had in mind was necking? Despite my now rock hard erection, I
held myself in check and didn't try and do anything but return her
passionate kisses.

I don't know if she sensed my hesitation, but she was ready to move on,
obviously. Candy took charge, darting her tongue into my mouth, sliding
one leg across my groin. Her thigh pressed and rubbed against my stiff
cock and the sweat pants I had chosen to wear that day did nothing to
conceal it.

Concern for Candy's intentions left me and I placed my hand on the thigh
that teased me. Slowly, I ran my hand up her leg, and under her sundress.
I was pleasantly surprised to find no panties between my hand and her
round bottom.

I pulled Candy closer to me, moving her thigh off my cock. While I loved
what she was doing, I was afraid that if she kept it up, I wouldn't last
much longer without cumming and I wanted my cock to be in something other
than my shorts when that happened.

My fingers grazed Candy's soft bottom, then gently slid from cheek to
cheek, finally working their way down into her crack. Candy let out a low
moan as my hand worked her ass, then moved further down to her wet snatch.
She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed and it was easy to slide my fingers
deep into that soft, warm place I'd spent my nights dreaming of.

We broke our embrace; Candy pulled away and knelt at my side. Smiling
devilishly, she slowly slid first one hand, then the other, under the
waistband of my sweatpants. She lowered her head to my exposed groin and
ran her tongue down the underside of my cock. The sensation of her tongue
sent shivers through my body. When she took the head into her mouth, using
her tongue on its tip, I surely thought I would lose control. Making me
cum quickly wasn't Candy's immediate goal I was sure, for whenever she
sensed me getting close, she pulled back teasingly, tossing me from heaven
to hell, and back again in what I could only describe as sweet torture.

Finally Candy moved to put an end to my pleasure/torture as she straddled
my waist. She pulled the skirt of her sundress up with one hand, allowing
me to see what was about to happen. Her other hand grasped my cock.
Slowly, she guided the purple tip to her swollen outer lips and rubbed,
coating the head with her wetness. Then she lowered herself onto me,
taking me inside part of the way; rising up, then going down again. Each
time she rode me she took more of my cock into her pussy until she had it
all.

Can words describe the incredible sensations a man experiences when he is
buried deep within a woman for the first time? Moving to hands and knees,
Candy began increasing the tempo of her thrusts; her tongue probed my
mouth as my cock probed her pussy.

I could feel the release coming. Arching up to meet her thrusts, my orgasm
took me with a force I'd never experienced while pleasing myself. She
ground our pelvises together as I filled her with my cum until I could
feel it running back down my shaft to cover my crotch with our mingled
juices.

With the endless passion of a freshly deflowered virgin, I rolled her onto
her back and continued our fucking. The sounds of my cock driving into her
soaked pussy, combined with the physical sensations, built my arousal
again. She wrapped her legs behind my ass, and pulled me into her. My pace
quickened; I thrust into her harder and harder, then suddenly Candy began
to tense as the power of her orgasm washed over her. Little tremors shook
her body and her pussy tightened around my cock.

Candy caught her breath, looked down at my still erect cock. "I'm glad
you're not finished yet," she said. "I want to show you how I really love
to be fucked." She rested the weight of her body on her left elbow and
knee, then used her right arm to reach under herself to spread open her
pussy lips. "Now squat down behind me and drive it home baby," she said. I
did as she instructed, lining up my cock to her waiting opening, then
grabbed her butt and thrust the length of my shaft deep within her. I
could feel her hand, still down on her pussy, rubbing her clit as we
screwed. "That's right baby, fuck me," she coaxed. "Your cock feels so
good driving into me."

I looked down to watch my cock slide in and out Candy's pussy. Our
combined juices coated the length of her crack just above her cute little
ass. I began running my thumb around her puckered hole. "Go ahead, slide
it in," she said, her voice an excited whisper. Lubricating my finger with
the juices of our earlier orgasms I slowly pushed my index finger into her
ass. Between the combined effects of my finger sliding into her hole, my
cock banging her pussy, and her fingering her own clit, it wasn't long
before Candy arched her back and gave out with a passionate moan, followed
by the now familiar quake of her orgasm. My own release came a few moments
later filling her with my second load of cum.

We collapsed to the ground and lay in each others arms. Eventually, we
cleaned up and packed our picnic gear for the return trip into town.

Candy and I stayed in touch after I went back to college and over the
years Candy finally left Brian and found herself a decent husband. They
live about three hours away from where I now live with my wife. Our
relationship has remained non-sexual, but the attraction between us is
still alive and well. The other day when I came home from work, I found
Candy talking to my wife. When I asked her what had prompted her visit,
she gave me a devilish grin and said, "Your wife tells me you've got the
'over the hill' blues about your upcoming 30th birthday. We've just been
discussing having a very private hot tub birthday party with just us two
couples. How do you feel about that?" I looked at my wife, whose face also
held a devilish grin. "How should I feel about it?" I asked. Both women
giggled. "You should feel good about it, darling," said my wife. "Being
'over the hill' is a good time to celebrate memories." They giggled again.
I leaned back; a slow smile spread across my lips as I decided I felt very
good indeed.



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