We take a picnic on horseback up into the country and find a secluded spot on a hilltop underneath a tree. As I help you down from your horse your long skirt rides up above your long riding boots.
As I grasp you around your waist I feel the fullness of your soft breasts under your blouse. My face is level with your naked sex as you dismount, the moist and aroused lips completely shaven except for a thin line of smooth hair.
We spread our rug under the tree and feast on champagne and antipasto. I lie on my side facing you across the blanket as you lean back against the tree with your knees up and your dress pulled back, giving me a seductive view of your aroused state…
My lust gets the better of me and I kneel in front of you passionately embracing you, our mouths devouring each other’s lips, our hands moving sensually over each other’s bodies. My fingers find your inner thigh and trace a line up to your slippery lips caressing your swollen bud. You moan in my ear as you release my throbbing manhood from my pants, stroking it to its full hard glory and gently tickling the heavy sacs underneath. Running your hands through the olive oil on the plate you lubricate and stroke me in perfect rhythm. With more oil you slip a lubricated finger into my arse whilst continuing to massage me to an impending climax.
I move away from your inspiring touch and find a warm cob of corn from our lunch. I push one end into the butter then use its titillating nubs to stroke your slit, sliding it between your lips that pout between your legs. You push yourself upright and impale yourself on the cob which I continue to slide in and out of your grasping lips.
My tongue and lips work in unison with yours as I slip one hand under your blouse and find your nipples as hard as rubber, while the other hand works the lubricated cob in and out of your wet wanting pussy.
Soon your hips are bucking with the contractions of your impending climax, your sweet juices soaking my hand. As your first orgasm subsides you sink back on the ground and remove your skirt and blouse. You pull your knees to your chest offering yourself to further pleasure… I take a mouthful of champagne, lean over and kiss you, sharing the bubbly nectar with you, which you suck from my mouth. My cock brushes over your smooth mound, threatening to bury itself in the moist folds of your pussy. I hold back wanting to prolong the absolutely delicious pleasure. From your sensual mouth I kiss and lick my way down your curvy erotic body, stopping at each nipple to roll them against my tongue and suck them until they stand even more erect. I continue down your stomach where your navel has pooled with the moisture of our arousal. I lick your navel and head further south and you let out a content sigh lifting your hips up to me. My tongue traces either side of your wet lips as your hips gyrate to meet my tongue. I am enveloped in the exotic aroma of your pussy, the perfume a combination of saddle leather, melted butter, olive oil and your sweet juices.
I lick your inner thighs, running my tongue through your lips and down the furrow of your arse cheeks and back again. Your clit is hard and protruding like a small penis, I lick it playfully then suck it making you moan for more. I probe your hole with my tongue, then take another mouthful of champagne and force the cold liquid past the ring with my mouth pressed tight against your arse. All the while my fingers are exploring your pussy with quickening strokes. You raise your hips to meet each thrust. Your butt dribbles champagne as I massage your clit with my mouth and tongue. Eager to sense your climax I push my tongue deep inside your wetness to feel its spasms. I ease the cob slowly into your tight arse and you gasp…I continue to suck on your cunt lips until you jerk with another orgasm, your juices drenching my face as your butt oozes butter and champagne.
My cock and balls ache with anticipation as I help you shaking to your feet. You face and lean against the tree. Bracing your hands against the rough bark you bend forward, thrusting back invitingly towards my throbbing shaft. You are only wearing a scarf and your riding boots now…a glorious sight.
I rub my shaft along the cleft of your butt until its covered with your juices and my scrotum is nuzzling your arse. I place the head just inside your lips and you slide back engulfing me both of us moaning with pleasure as I reach the hilt. I begin a slow deliberate stroking of your cunt, caressing your breasts and massaging your clit.
Looking past the tree we can see the horses grazing on the hillside and I imagine we are stallion and mare in the primal act as natural and instinctive as the setting we are in.
I insert a well lubricated thumb into your upturned bum and the pace of our humping intensifies…The spasms of our approaching climaxes push me over the edge and I let out a gutteral scream as my hips jerk wildly , thrusting stream after stream of hot come deep into your folds.
We both collapse on the blanket, throbbing, moaning and groaning together gasping for air….