A Perfect Day - a shared fantasy

You once asked me what a whole day with you would look like. It still pains me that now we'll never know what was possible…

I had to skip over the waking up etc part, or this story would’ve never left the house, but it would be long, slow and blissful. We would shower separately, again, to avoid just falling back into bed.
We would head out to brunch so you could replenish your energy with your habitual fry-up, and I could get my coffee. Sitting outside, in a corner for a bit of footsie under the table. After an extra drink for my cock to return to a socially acceptable state after your attempted foot-job, we'd be on our way. You laughed when I told you that, admitted it sounded like something you would do.
Next we would stroll down to the park, where there is a one-day music festival going on to celebrate the end of Covid restrictions. Nothing too heavy, but not daggy either, so we spend the warm afternoon, variously dancing or just chilling with you nestling back into my arms or my head lying in your lap. There are food trucks and a bar so we’re well looked after, happy and free in the sunshine. You tuck into a few ciders while I nurse my beers, then a couple more…
The last band comes on just after sunset and the air has definitely cooled. All the families around us have packed up and gone home, and that leaves the remaining couples and groups even more widely spaced than their socially-distanced beginnings. It’s getting hard to see anything other than the stage lighting, which seems to accentuate the dusky gloom. You pull up the other half of the large picnic blanket we are sitting on to keep us warm.
As you turn to tuck it in around us you give my crotch a squeeze and catch my lips for a kiss, which turns to several as I pull you closer. We have been variously teasing each other throughout the afternoon when we could get away with it but we are both more insistent now under the cover of dusk.
The blanket really only covers our bottom halves, but this is enough to let me get a hand up under your top and caress the full weight of your delicious breasts from underneath. You do a poor job of stifling a moan as I finally centre on your nipple, but with the music and the distance, nobody notices.
In fact, others have their own distractions: I turn your head to the right to point out the woman giving her partner head in front of us; I run my lips up your neck and under your jaw while you watch them for a minute, arching forward into my hand still busy on your chest. You wriggle your ass across my lap as you impatiently reach in and slip your bra open to give me better access.
Although we are not the only ones so engaged you are reluctant to drop the blanket, so both your hands are occupied keeping it around us. I have no such restrictions and therefore have free roam of your body, not that you are complaining by this stage.
I step outside our fantasy for a moment to ask: where are YOUR hands now - are they roaming your chest like mine? You admit to one hand playing with your slit while the other pinches your nipples. At least you’ve put the phone down this time so you won’t drop it on your face like last time…
MY hands roam down over and between your thighs and you squirm even more delightfully on me. I unsnap your jeans and push down to touch your velvet wetness , stroking up and down as lightly as I can. You have other ideas, pushing and clenching on my fingers and wrist.
I push you up onto your knees and you look around apprehensively as I tug your jeans and pants down, then attend to my own. There are definitely a few other couples now, if not openly fucking, at least not being overly discreet. I leave my legs apart and set your feet between them, knees raised with your weight firmly on my crotch. My cock juts, trapped in front of you, but this position has tightened up your pussy and we both make minor adjustments as I use my fingers to spread you open again. From going nowhere fast we suddenly hit upon the right angle and my cock pops three quarters of the way into your needy soaked snatch.
You intervene to tell me how soaked you are right now, and feeling lenient I give you permission to come when you want, something of a rarity. The one condition is that you may come when you wish, but you aren’t finished until the story is…
We find that if you lean forward as I lean back then I can slip inside you as far as possible - this also has the effect of dragging the head of my cock hard against the end of the thumb I have snuck into your ass. You lift off again as we rock back towards each other. We match the beat of the current song (remember the music?) for a few minutes until a new quicker number begins.
As we rock faster you start to lift up a little, dragging your cunt lips up the base of my shaft and making me squint as the new sensation makes me throb even harder inside you. Your hand suddenly drops the blanket and I have to make a grab for it as you start rubbing and frigging on your clit, your breath now coming in heavy pants. I can feel you clenching me impossibly tightly and I desperately try to stave off my impending orgasm until your breathing breaks in a series of hitches and little moans.
I pull you down right to the base of my cock as your legs continue to spasm and I spurt wildly inside you as you shudder and groan your last.
You fall back into my arms but my cock stays inside you, twitching in aftershock as my erection subsides. A couple of thick gobbets of my seed slip out of you and down between us. That blanket will never be the same…