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The girls had arisen from their beds, and had showered and dressed by 9.30. They took their breakfast of coffee and buttered toast on the terrace, sitting opposite each other with the low onyx-topped table between them. Jane was helping herself to more coffee. She was wearing a cornflower blue silk blouse. The blouse was almost transparent, the white lacy on the top of her camisole was showing through it. Looking over at her friend as she nibbled at a slice of toast, Susan could see she was not wearing a bra, she could clearly discern the shape of Jane's nipples beneath the two thin layers of silky fabric. "It's going to be very hot this afternoon," Jane said, placing her feet on the edge of the table. "Yes, it's quite warm already," Susan replied, as she unbuttoned the single button on her white linen jacket and leaned back on her chair, causing her breasts to thrust out against her white silky blouse. "I hope you are not going to our picnic dressed like that," Jane said, observing that Susan wasn't wearing anything underneath her blouse; the coral pink aureoles and perky tips of her firm breasts were clearly visible beneath the sheer, lustrous material. "Dressed like what?" Susan asked. "Wearing a see-through blouse with nothing beneath." "Well, you yourself said it was going to be hot this afternoon." "That's hardly the point," Jane said, drawing back the hem of her royal blue, knee-length skirt until it rested on her slender thighs. Emulating her friend, Susan placed her feet at the edge of the table and pulled up her black cotton skirt until the hem lay across her hips, exposing her long, suntanned legs and her white silk french knickers. "I'm really looking forward to today's picnic," she said. "David is quite a dish, isn't he?" Jane nodded in agreement. "How old do you think he is?" Susan asked. "24. 25 at the most, I'd guess." "He's got a terrific bod, very muscular." "I wonder if he has a big willie?" Jane ventured. At the mention of David's penis, Susan felt a tingling thrill race through her body. "Oh yes, I should imagine it's very long and thick." "Oh, Susan!" Jane laughed, noticing that Susan's nipples had stiffened and were now jutting out against her blouse. "Look at your boobs!" Susan was well aware of her state of arousal. She raised her hands to her breasts and gently cupped them, her thumbs stroking the silky fabric of her blouse against her nipples. "It's your fault for bringing up the subject of David's willie," Susan replied, pouting her full lips at her friend. "Cool down, for goodness sake," Jane playfully admonished her, a teasing smile spreading across her face. "If you're not careful you'll be creaming those gorgeous knickers." "Do you like them?" Susan asked, as she moved her hands down to finger the scallops of white lace that decorated the hems of the loose legs of her knickers. "Yes, they're absolutely divine. I'm sure they're heavenly to wear." "I had them made to order at Harvey's, they were rather expensive." "Oh, don't tell me how much they were," Jane said, feigning a sulk. "You'll have me turning green with envy." "They cost over £100." Susan laughed as she lazily trailed her fingertips across her abdomen. "I charged them to Mother's account." "Gosh!" Jane exclaimed. "And here's yours truly having to make do on the £50 a month clothing allowance my father sends me." "Poor you!" "Although, I have to admit," Jane continued, running her hand over her short-cropped black hair, "if I see something that really takes my fancy, like the new camisole and panties set I'm wearing today, I can usually cajole Daddy into paying for it." "Umm, new undies. Show, Jane, do!" Complying with Susan's request, Jane parted her legs to reveal a pair of ice-blue, bikini-style panties. The panties were almost transparent, enough for Jane's black pubic hair to show through. As she opened her legs wider, the silky fabric stretched taut between them. Susan gazed admiringly at the peach-like bulge between her friend's leg where the panties had moulded to her labia like a second skin. "Lovely," Susan declared. "I'm sure David will fully appreciate such a delightful sight." "And what makes you think David is going to see my panties?" Jane asked as she closed her legs. "Oh, I know you well enough darling. I'm sure you will contrive a way of offering him a look up your skirt at some point during our picnic." Both girls broke into a fit of giggling, which only stopped when the maid appeared on the terrace. They removed their feet from the table as she approached them. "Have you finished your breakfasts, Miss Susan, Miss Jane?" she asked. "Yes Jenny, you can clear the table now." Susan answered. Jenny placed the crockery and the coffee pot on the silver tray. "If I may be permitted to say Miss Susan," she said, though not looking at Susan to see if she had given her consent before she continued. "I think you would be wise to cover yourself up. Your mother is on her way down, and you know Her Ladyship's views on personal modesty." "Yes, you're right Jenny." Susan said, rising to her feet. She buttoned her jacket, and ran her hands through her blond shoulder-length hair. "We don't want to start the day on the wrong foot." Lady Dovescote was already sitting in the armchair by the fireside, reading the morning paper, when the girls entered the lounge. "Who is this young man you have invited to your picnic this afternoon Susan?" Her mother asked, putting down her newspaper. "Oh Mother, I've already told you twice." Susan replied. "His name is David Carswell, and he is staying at Whitestone Manor as a guest of Sir Richard." "That's all well and good," her mother said. "But what does he do?" "David works in the city Mother, he's some kind of accountant. He does a lot of work for Sir Richard. He's only staying over until tomorrow, that's why we invited him to our picnic today." "I do wish you would let Jenny chaperone you. She has very little to do today. I'm sure I won't miss her. You know I don't approve of two 18 year-old girls picnicking in the woods with a young man of whom they appear to know very little. I don't want to be worrying about the pair of you all afternoon." "We're going in the mini moke, there will be no room for Jenny. If you are that worried about our safety, why don't you phone Sir Richard and ask his opinion of David?" Susan said, knowing that her mother would do no such thing. "Very well then," her mother relented. "I'll tell Cook to pack a hamper for you. She can prepare salad sandwiches, and there is a veal and ham pie in the larder that you can take." Lady Dovescote was about to resume reading her morning paper when she looked up at Susan again, as though she had just remembered something. "By the way," she said. "I don't suppose either of you have seen the parcel that arrived last Saturday. It contained a pair of french knickers. I couldn't recall ordering them. I was going to return them, but now I can't find the parcel. I'm almost certain I left it on the table in the hall." "Oh Mother, your memory is getting worse than ever," Susan declared. "I'm only 39 years of age dear. Senile dementia can hardly be setting in just yet." Lady Dovescote chided her daughter. "And I can remember the last time I purchased a pair of french knickers; your father was still alive at the time, and he's been gone over three years now. And I also remember you borrowing those very same knickers to wear at the "Vicars and Tarts Ball" at the Young Farmers' Institute last Christmas - and it was quite some time before you returned them, as I recall." "Jane and I will keep an eye out for your parcel. I'm sure it will eventually turn up somewhere," Susan said, hastily drawing a line under the subject. ** The girls had arranged to meet David Carswell at Crofter's Wood, which marked the boundary between Lady Dovescote and Sir Richard's property at the southernmost point of the Dovescote estate. Susan's family had used the grassy dell in the wood as a picnic site for as far back as she could remember. Her father had set up a sturdy wooden table there, with bench-type seats attached to it. David was already waiting for them when the girls arrived in the moke. He was wearing a white, short- sleeved shirt and a pair of fawn-coloured trousers; looking even more handsome than when the girls had first met him whilst out riding the previous Sunday afternoon. Jane climbed out of the moke, leaving Susan to carry the hamper and woollen travelling rug. "Hello Jane," David greeted her as she approached him. "How nice to see you again. I must say you are looking rather stunning today." "Thank you," she replied. "I do like your blouse. May I?" he asked. Without waiting for her consent, he reached towards her and placed his hand on her hip just above the waistband of her skirt. Jane experienced an involuntary shudder as David gently stroked her blouse against the silky camisole beneath before withdrawing his hand as Susan approached them. "Hello David," she greeted him with a coy smile on her face. "Hi Susan," he replied. "I was just complimenting Jane on her appearance. And I must say that you too look absolutely ravishing." Susan led the way down the woodland path to the dell. Jane and David followed, her arm linked through his. When they reached the dell Susan placed the hamper and the rug on the end of the picnic table. David sat down next to where Susan had begun unpacking the hamper. Jane sat down next to him. "Oh do hurry up Susan," Jane said. "I'm famished. We've had nothing to eat since breakfast." Cook had packed two bottles of lemonade in the hamper; but Susan had taken them out and put in two bottles of wine in their place. "Allow me," David said, taking a bottle the corkscrew out of the hamper. He uncorked the bottle and poured the wine out equally out into the three large glasses that Susan had placed on the table. Susan filled three plates with salad sandwiches and a generous slice of veal and ham pie, and sat down opposite David and Jane who had already started drinking their wine. The three of them chatted as they ate. David kept the girls entertained with amusing tales concerning life in the city. Jane, herself a city person, chipped in with a few anecdotes; but Susan said very little, afraid that talking about her country lifestyle would seem rather boring in comparison to David and Jane's tales of city life. "I'm getting very warm now," Susan said, as David uncorked the second bottle of wine. "I think I'll take off my jacket." She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off, folding it neatly and placing it on the bench alongside her. She saw David's eyes widening appreciably when he realised that she was not wearing anything under her blouse. Throughout the rest of their meal she noticed that his eyes kept returning to her breasts at regular intervals. Much to her vexation, Jane too had noticed David's overt interest in Susan's breasts. During the earlier stages of their meal she had casually brushed her leg against David's a couple of times, to which David had shown no response. After her friend had removed her jacket, she pressed her leg up against his and left it there in an attempt to divert his attention from Susan's breasts, but this too drew no reaction from David. When they finished their meal, Susan stood up and took the travelling rug over to a spot in the sun, where she shook it out and let it fall onto the grass. She then walked back to the table and placed her hands on David's shoulders. "Come on David, let's lie in the sun for a while," she said. "Good idea," David replied, standing up and swinging his leg over the bench seat. "I'm afraid I don't get much time for sunbathing. I'll make the most of it while I have the chance." He walked over to where the rug was spread out on the grass, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. Jane made to get up, intending to join them; but with a wave of her hand Susan motioned her to stay where she was. David was stretched out shirtless on the rug as Susan walked over. Seeing that his eyes were closed, she took a long look at his body. Although it was plain to see that he hadn't done any sunbathing that summer, she could tell that he had spent a lot of time in the gym; she pursed her lips in admiration as she feasted her eyes on his pectoral muscles and his six-pack stomach. Susan lay down on the rug next to him, leaving a two foot gap between them. Sensing her presence, David opened his eyes and sat up facing her, his elbow digging into the rug as he propped up his head with the palm of his hand. "You make a really pretty picture lying there like that Susan." His gaze focused on her pale blue eyes for a few seconds, and then his eyes moved down to her sensuously full lips. "You don't mind if I gaze at you for a while, do you?" he asked. "Be my guest," she said, closing her eyes. "No, don't close your eyes - they fascinate me." "Oh my, you are a charmer, aren't you!" She said, opening her eyes again. "Maybe. But I can assure you that the sole driving- force behind my charm offensive is the beautiful young lady lying in front of me," he replied, looking directly into her eyes. Susan felt her cheeks start to flush. "Oh, I've made you blush," he said, putting the back of his hand to her face and gently running his fingers down her cheek. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you." "No, not at all," she replied, fully aware that it was excitement rather than embarrassment that was causing her face to flush. "I could listen to you all afternoon." "May I kiss you?" he asked. "You may, or you may not," she replied, leaving him in no doubt that his next move would be have to be entirely of his own initiative. David immediately drew closer to her. Susan took a deep breath as he placed his hands on the rug for support and slowly leaned towards her. She felt her heart beating faster as his face loomed nearer and nearer until their lips finally met. He kissed her gently, his lips barely touching hers, causing her to experience a tingling sensation at the corners of her mouth. David withdrew his lips from hers until they were a six inches or so away from her. His hand brushed a couple of stray wisps of blonde hair from her face as he moved in to kiss her again. This time it was a much more passionate kiss. Susan's lips yielded to his, inviting him to take full advantage of her rising passion. David did not disappoint her; they were soon ardently kissing each other. "You kiss like an angel," David complimented her as he broke off their kissing and assumed a sitting position. "Oh, don't stop - flattery will get you everywhere," she murmured impishly. "And does everywhere mean everywhere?" "We'll see," she replied, a wry smile playing on her lips. "But first I'll have some more kisses please." Jane was annoyed at Susan for not inviting her to join her and David on the rug. After a few minutes brooding, she threw her legs over the bench seat and turned to face them. She was not in the least surprised to see her friend and David locked in a passionate embrace. David again ended their kissing, and sat up abruptly. Out of the corner of her eye, Susan watched him adjusting the front of his trousers; she noticed the bulge there was quite large. David gazed at her breasts; he could see that Susan's nipples were fully erect, poking out against the sheer, lustrous fabric of her blouse. He moved in closer and placed his hand on her shoulder, from where he slowly slid it down the sleek silky blouse until he was cupping her breast. He ran his thumb around the circumference of her aureole. "Ooooh!" Susan could not withhold a sigh of pleasure as David began to thumb the silky fabric against the swollen tip of her breast. "Such beautiful nipples," he said softly, as he moved his hand over to her other breast. "I've just got to kiss them." "Yes please," she murmured, closing her eyes in anticipation. As David started to unbutton Susan's blouse he looked over to where Jane was sitting, and saw that she was watching them; he noticed that her legs were slightly parted. Jane was taken by surprise when she saw David looking over at her; but she quickly regained her composure, and smiled at him as she parted her legs further, affording him an unobstructed view up her skirt. "Would you like me to do it?" Susan asked, her eyes still closed as David fiddled about with the top button of her blouse. "No, no. I want to do it myself," David replied, turning his full attention back to her. Jane threw her legs over the bench seat, and sat with her back to them as David began kissing Susan's breasts. She was fuming: angry with herself for opening her legs to David's gaze, and more so at him in that he hadn't even acknowledged her provocative gesture. Moving from one breast to the other, David gently kissed Susan's nipples, flicking his tongue against them as he did so. Sensing the height of her arousal from the soft, purring noises she was making, he placed his hand on her waist and slowly moved it down her skirt. Susan closed her legs as David put his hand under the hem of her skirt and began to stroke her leg just above her knee. He sucked on her nipple, taking it completely into his mouth as his hand travelled up her leg as far as her thigh. Fully aware that they had now reached the point of no return, Susan opened her legs a little. Accepting her invitation, David moved his hand up further until his fingers reached the lace on the hem of her knickers. "Mmm, silk," he said, as his fingertips travelled over the lace and on to the loose leg of her knickers. "You are a precocious young lady." Susan opened her eyes and looked over at Jane, who was sitting with her back to them and was pouring the last of the wine into her glass. "Kiss me, please, David," she begged him as she opened her legs wider. David kissed her as he moved his hand inside of the leg of her knickers. Susan was trembling with passion as his fingers came into contact with her labia. Her tongue entered his mouth as he ran his middle finger up and down her slit, gently easing open her labial lips, allowing her vaginal juices to seep out and moisten them. She broke off their kissing as his finger worked its way into the top of her slit and located her clitoris. "That's so nice," she purred, as David ran his finger in a circular movement around her pleasure bud. David moved his head down to her breasts, and began kissing her nipples again as he skilfully teased her clitoris. "Yes, yes, keep doing that." She gasped. David moved his finger faster, increasing the pressure on her clitoris. Susan was loosing all control as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her thighs began opening and closing rapidly, and her moans of pleasure became louder. "Oh, yes, yes...Ooh, oooh, ooooh. Yes, yes, yes." David continued to manipulate her clitoris after she had climaxed, slowing down his finger movements as her orgasm gradually subsided. He then moved his finger down, and eased it between her lips into her vagina. "Nice and wet. And so inviting," he said. "Are you going to..." Susan's voice trailed off. "Fuck you?" He smiled, looking directly into her eyes. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you Susan - that is, if you want me to?" Susan nodded her consent, her eyes focusing on the bulge in his trousers. "Yes, I am rather big in the trouser snake department," he said, noticing where her gaze was fixed. "We will need something to put under your bottom, so that I'll be able to enter you fully." "There's a small pillow in the moke, Mother uses it to sit on when she's driving. Will that do?" She asked. "That will be perfect," he replied. "I'll go and fetch it." "No, I'll ask Jane to go for it. I want some more of your attention. Some more kisses." "Yes, well, there are a couple of places that I haven't kissed yet." He grinned as he removed his hand from up her skirt. "Jane!" Susan called over to her friend. Jane turned around. "What do you want?" "Be a darling, and go and get the pillow from the moke." Jane stood up, and walked over to where they were lying on the rug. "Why can't you go yourself?" She asked curtly. "I would, but we are rather busy at the moment," Susan replied, hitching up her skirt, and pulling her knickers down her legs and over her ankles in one swift movement. Jane turned on her heels, and walked off down the woodland path. When Jane returned with the pillow, Susan's skirt and blouse were lying next to her knickers on the rug. David had stripped down to his white cotton shorts; his head was between Susan's legs, which were wide open with her bended knees pointing outwards. Susan's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her head slowly moving from side to side. Jane tossed the pillow down on the rug, and walked towards the picnic table with Susan's cries of pleasure ringing in her ears as David's tongue brought her to a climax. Rising to his knees, David picked up Susan's discarded knickers. "May I?" He asked. Susan nodded. David wiped his lips with the knickers, and then held them between his teeth as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his short and slid them off. Susan gasped as her eyes focused on his penis. Although it was not fully erect, it was at least seven inches long, and so thick that she was sure her hand would not fully fit around it. David took the knickers from his mouth and wrapped them around his penis. Susan could see David's penis rapidly stiffening, adding a couple more inches to its length, as he stroked her knickers up and down the shaft until the skin on its bulbous, purple head was stretched so tight that it looked as shiny as the silk he was rubbing around it. Having brought himself to full erection, David placed the knickers down on top of Susan's blouse, and reached for his trousers. He took a tinfoil package from his trouser pocket, and ripped it open. "I see you've come fully prepared," Susan said, as he slipped the contraceptive sheath out of its envelope. "Yes, I always carry a couple of condoms around with me - not that I was expecting to use them today," he quickly added. "I'm a strong advocate of safe sex – it ensures peace of mind, for both persons." "Where do you want me to put this pillow?" Susan asked as he rolled the condom down his penis. David asked her to sit up. He placed the pillow under the small of her back, and gently laid her back down on the rug. Susan wriggled her bottom, and settled herself on the pillow. "Are you comfy?" He asked. "Yes," she replied, opening wide her legs. David knelt down and positioned himself between her legs. Grasping his condom-clad penis, he placed the tip against her labial lips and ran it up and down her slit. "Open yourself for me," he asked her. Susan put her hand between her legs, and with a finger each side of her labia she opened her lips to reveal her moist, pink vaginal passage. David placed the head of his penis at her opening and gave a little push, but progressed no further. "Brace yourself, I'll have to push hard to enter you." "Perhaps you are too big for me," Susan said apprehensively. "No. You've had two orgasms, you should be wet enough. Once I get the end inside you, the rest will slid in easily," he assured her. Susan eased back her bottom on the pillow. Bending her knees, she placed the soles of her feet firmly on the rug. "Go on then," she said. "But try not to hurt me." Holding his penis at her entrance, he gave a sharp thrust. Susan gasped as the head of his penis entered her vagina, stretching her labial lips to their full extent. "Mmm, that's lovely." David let out a sigh of pleasure, the head of his penis cocooned in the warmth of her vagina. "You're stretching me," Susan cried. "I don't think I can take it." "You'll be all right. I'll ease it in a little at a time." Susan closed her eyes and held her breath as he slowly inched the shaft of his penis into her. She felt full to bursting point, yet her insides were burning with desire. She expelled her breath, and immediately felt the muscles in her vagina gripping his penis as the last couple of inches slid inside her. "I'm fully in now. Are you comfortable with it?" "Yes, I think I'll be all right," she replied. "It hurt at first, but now it feels nice, very nice." David withdrew his penis three or four inches out of her, and then slowly pushed it back in. He repeated the movement, gradually building up the tempo, until Susan started to respond by gently bucking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, eagerly accepting his full length each time he pushed his penis back into her. Susan started to purr with delight as he began to move his hips a little faster, withdrawing his penis a full six inches before plunging it back into her in a much firmer manner. She opened her legs wider, and wrapped her ankles around the back of his legs. "Yes, yes," she cried. "Faster, faster, do it faster." She looked up at David's face; his eyes were shut and he had an ecstatic smile on his face as he repeatedly thrust into her. "Oh!" She gasped as his thrusts suddenly slowed down to a standstill. "Don't stop, I was almost there then." "My, you really are hot for it, aren't you?" He said as he again started to move his penis in and out of her vagina. He deliberately teased her, moving his hips slowly, withdrawing his penis until just its head remained inside her before slowly pushing his full shaft back into her. Endeavouring to get him to quicken his thrusts, Susan tightened her ankles around his legs and began to buck her hips at him each time he slid his penis back into her. "Yes, that's more like it," she told him as he began to increase his tempo. David bucked his hips faster. He managed to keep up his momentum for a minute or so, until Susan's soft groans of pleasure as she approached her orgasm tipped him over the edge. "I can't hang on any longer," he gasped. "I'm coming!" In three powerful spurts he ejaculated into the teat of the contraceptive deep inside Susan's vagina. Susan's vaginal muscles were clutching his penis so tightly, she could feel each spasm as he spurted into her. "Don't stop, please," she begged. David clenched his teeth and continued bucking his hips. "Yes, yes, keep going, keep going, ooh, ooh, yes, yes." Spurred on by the noises Susan was making as she again approached her climax, David summoned up one last burst of energy. "Oh yes...yes, yes, yes!" Susan cried aloud as the thrill of her orgasm surged through her entire body before David's thrusting slowly came to a halt. "That was fantastic," David said as he lay on the rug and rolled the contraceptive off his penis. "Thank you." "Thank you. It was super for me too." David leaned over her and kissed her lips. "You kiss like an angel, and fuck like a princess," he said as he withdrew his lips from hers. "I'll bet you say that to all your girlfriends." Susan smiled. "Only when they are genuine princesses," he said as he sat up straight. "If I am a princess, will you not grant me a royal wish?" She asked. "Your wish is my command, your royal highness," he laughed. "Princess Susan would like her prince to pleasure her again with his big willie," she said, sitting up and grasping his flaccid penis. "Oh Susan, you are insatiable." "No I'm not! If I do appear to be, it's because I don't often meet someone who knows how to serve me so well." She smiled at him as she slowly drew his foreskin back and forth over the head of his penis. "Let me stroke you with my knickers. I'll soon get you back to full stiffness." "Much as I'd love to have you fondle me with those exquisite silk knickers of yours, I'm afraid that I must decline your offer." "Why?" she asked. "I've only the one condom left. And I was rather hoping to fuck Jane." "No, don't waste it on her," she pouted her lips at him, removing her hand from his penis. "Use it on me again. I want this to be my special day." "But it's a special day for me too," he said. "After all, it's not everyday that I get the chance to fuck two beautiful young ladies." "Very well then," she said icily, rising to her feet. "I'll leave you to it." David looked over at Jane as Susan put on her blouse and skirt. "I'm going for a wee," Susan said, picking up her knickers and walking off towards the bushes at the edge of the dell. David put on his shorts, and walked over to the picnic table. Jane was sitting with her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. "What's the matter Jane?" David asked as he sat down next to her. "You seem fed up." "Yes," she replied. "I'm fed up with being ignored." "I hope you don't think I have been ignoring you." "If going off with Susan and leaving me on my own was not ignoring me, I don't know what is!" "But that wasn't my fault. It was Susan's doing," he said. "After all, she's your friend – you should know what she's like." "Oh yes, I know what she's like! She can be a selfish little bitch at times." "Yes, I have noticed that." "Where is she?" Jane asked, looking around for her absent friend. "She's gone for a pee," David replied. "She's in a bit of a mood because I told her that I wanted to fuck you." "And what makes you think that I would be inclined to let you?" Jane asked. "Come on Jane," he smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder and rubbing his thumb along the thin strap of the camisole beneath her blouse. "Pressing your leg up against me while we were eating - and you weren't flashing your panties at me for nothing." "I didn't think you had noticed," she said hesitantly. "Oh yes, I noticed all right," David smiled as he moved his hand down to her breast and gently cupped it. "Mmm, your nipple is stiff already," he said, as he thumbed her blouse against her camisole. "And I'll bet it's not the only thing getting stiff around here." Jane grinned mischievously as she slipped her hand up the leg of his shorts and grasped hold of his semi-erect penis. "Come on, let's lie on the rug and get a little more intimately acquainted with each other," David said, removing his hand from her breast. Jane gave his penis one last squeeze before they both rose from the bench, and walked hand in hand towards the rug. ** When Susan returned to the dell she walked straight over to the picnic table, where she began to carefully place the plates and glasses back in the hamper. She looked over at David and Jane as she put the empty wine bottles and the remains of their meal in a plastic carrier bag: they were lying on the rug, locked in a passionate embrace. She was in no mind to watch them enjoying themselves; nor did she feel inclined to sit with her back to them, as Jane had done when it was her whom David was pleasuring. When she had packed everything away, she sat down and pondered for a couple of minutes on what she should do. Finally deciding that she would to go to the moke and wait for them there, she arose from the bench and picked up her jacket and the hamper. She passed David and Jane on her way to the woodland path. Jane's skirt and blouse lay on the rug; she was lying in David's arms in her camisole and panties. David was kissing her; his hand was between her legs, his middle finger slowly moving up and down her labial slit, gently working the thin silky fabric of her panties into the lips of her vagina. "I'll wait for you two in the moke," she said as she passed them. "Don't forget to bring the rug and the pillow when you've finished." ** Susan had been sitting in the moke for half an hour or so before she saw David and Jane emerging from the woods, walking hand in hand down the path. David walked Jane up to the moke, where they dropped the pillow and travelling rug in the back. They exchanged one last kiss before Jane climbed into the passenger seat next to Susan. "Thank you both for a wonderful afternoon," he said when Jane had settled herself down and fastened her seatbelt. "The picnic lunch was lovely, and the desserts were superb." "You're welcome," Jane smiled at him. "Speaking for myself, I can assure you that the pleasure was all mine." "What about you Susan, did you enjoy yourself?" David asked. "Yes, I enjoyed myself," she said, her voice distinctly lacking in enthusiasm. "Well, I'd better get back to the manor. I still have a few loose ends to tie up before I leave in the morning." "We'd best not detain you any longer then," Susan said as she turned the key in the ignition and started-up the moke's engine. "Goodbye David." Jane gave a little wave and blew him a kiss as they moved off. "He's some guy, isn't he?" Jane asked as they drove down the well-worn car track. "Yes, I suppose you could say that." "I wonder if we'll ever see him again." "I doubt it," Susan replied. "We're probably just two more notches on his willie." "And what a wiilie he's got!" Jane declared. "You were right when you said you thought it would be long and thick. It's the biggest one I've ever had inside me." "Me too," Susan said, brightening up a little. "And he certainly knows how to use it. He brought me off twice, two fantastic orgasms." "I wonder which one of us he preferred?" Susan pondered aloud. "Actually, I did ask him that." "And?" Susan asked in anticipation. "He wouldn't say." "Did he tell you that you kiss like and angel and fuck like a princess?" "No," Jane replied. "But when I asked him which of us he liked best, he did say that my vagina was the tightest." "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Susan scoffed. "You know, I could have gone for him in a big way, if it wasn't for his...." "Cockiness?" "Yes, that's the word I was looking for." "Did he put his finger up your bottom?" Jane asked. "No!" Susan exclaimed. "Although he did insist on kissing me there when he had his head between my legs. He didn't put his finger up your bum, did he?" "Well, just a little way up." "We'll soon be home now," Susan said as she turned onto the driveway that led up to Dovescote Hall in the distance. "Good. I really need a shower," Jane said. "And a change of underwear, I'm all gooey down there." "Yes," Susan said. "We'll have a shower, and then go to my room – and we can compare notes on David's performance." "You just want to hear more about him putting his finger up my bottom, don't you?" Jane laughed. "Yes – and I'm sure you would like to hear all the compliments he gushed upon me while he was still unsure of whether or not he was going to get into my knickers." Both girls broke into a fit of giggling, which lasted throughout the rest of their drive to the hall. - Kate Wordworth * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55