The Picnic Table (reissue)

This post is from Summer 2014. It’s still one of my favorite experiences.  I’m going to let you guess why I’m reposting it so many years later.

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Close to my home there is a beautiful reservation. Acres of acres of park and forest. And, of course, trails and picnic tables.

One night, after a heady couple of hours laughing, talking and groping at a bar (we should have just gotten a room, we were trying to limit it to “just” drinks for some reason) we figured we needed someplace a bit more private than the bar, car or train station so we headed to the nearest part of the reservation.

We were really like teenagers, unable to keep our hands off of one another. Sometimes it’s no wonder that I fell in love …. he was constantly enamored by anything I said or did. Was always giving me the most lovely compliments and was able to make me belly laugh like no other. Conversation never ebbed and flowed smoothly at all times. He was already able to order food I liked. And he fed it to me! He paid attention to everything. We were like lovers quickly.

At the bar he called his closest friend to introduce us and talk about a potential weekend away which would include me. I can’t recall how many times at the bar he would just stand up to come around my side of the table to whisper something lovely into my ears and neck, and then kiss me passionately. His hand never stopped holding mine. His eyes never left my gaze. He had a certain “little boy, bashful look” he got when I stared at him for too long. He would always say he was afraid there was something I didn’t like. That was never an issue, I liked to stare at him because I liked everything about the way he looked. He had the most beautiful blue eyes and a killer smile. His voice is smoky sexy and makes me wet just to think of it.

When we finally dragged ourselves away from the bar and made it to the reservation it was pitch dark. There was only a quarter moon in the sky and although there were many beautiful stars, the night was not brightly lit. The park was deserted. Due to the lack of light we chose not to enter the woods and instead stayed in the picnic area.

The area has about a dozen picnic tables for large groups and it’s perched just outside of a steep descent into the forest under a canopy of large and old pine trees. The stillness is beautiful.

As he sat on the bench I stood in front of him as he kissed my stomach and breasts through my dress. Small nips made my skin more sensitive. My dress was made of stretchy material that he was easily able to pull down to expose my already hardened nipples. His tongue, gently at first, began a swirling motion that caused my back to arch and I grabbed the back of his head to push his face in further, forcing him to suck harder. I am so responsive to his touch that I feel myself begin to drip with pleasure immediately. He continues caresses and then alternated between flicks and deep sucks on both breasts, making me wild.

As he pulls away, I sit astride his lap and feel him hard, stiff and especially aroused beneath the thin material of my dress. We are making out like mad and dry humping when I feel my dress rise high above my hips as his hands search for my sex. “Get up on the table, I want to taste that pussy. It’s always so delicious.” As he lifts me up in one motion and puts me down on the table (no small feat but he is so strong) he is also pushing my legs wide apart. He has two, maybe three fingers inside me now. I am begging for his mouth.

To be honest, I wasn’t quite over my monthly. I did tell him this in the
car and he said he could care less. I was not only worried about what he thought but how I would feel during this time of the month. I was so sexually charged by him at this point I had almost entirely forgotten to be worried about it.

He sits on the picnic bench and attends to me like a starving man at a feast. First slowly, savoring my juices, then more quickly lapping at me hungrily. I cum in his mouth almost immediately when he pushes his fingers deep into me, hitting the spot that makes me weak. But then his other hand travels around my hip to find my ass. Fingers slid into my back-end as well and everything begins to throb as my second orgasm pulses through me. I want him in me now but he refuses to release me. “This is my pleasure” he tells me, “to make you cum over and over.”

My legs wrap up and around his neck and shoulders. My hands are grasping the sides of the table.

I lost count in the delirium that followed. I don’t think I’ve cum more than twice in a row by another’s hand (or mouth and hands as was the case). I know my moans became louder and louder to a near scream of pleasure. It was at this point he stopped, abruptly, and said “there is someone walking out of the woods, it looks like a jogger!”

Later he said there was no doubt that the jogger, and probably the next town, would have clearly heard my orgasms. It became a running joke.

I know we went up to that park around 10pm and by the time we left it was around 1am. Hours and hours of pleasure just for me, with no regard for his own. He was thrilled to be so generous, claiming he loved to give over and over until I was weak. And I was weak, I couldn’t barely walk back to the car.

Not that I didn’t try getting him to fuck me in between various positions. Fucking over the side of the picnic table in the complete dark is seared into my memory. I love the outdoors and this would be the first of many visits to the picnic table.

When we got back into the car and kissed, my smell and taste was all over him. I don’t think there was a part of him that wasn’t wet with me at some point of the evening. Hours under the canopy of trees and stars, breathing in fresh air was spectacular.

As he pulled his car behind mine to drop me off we had a hard time separating for the evening until his phone began to ring off the hook again. Twice out til 2 am in the space of 2 weeks wasn’t a good sign for his home life.

That and the fact R sort of looked like (these are his words) he killed a small animal and ate a jelly donut. Again, it didn’t seem to bother him so why should I let it bother me? I have always felt “dirty” during my time of the month as my x was never interested and was a bit grossed out even at the height of our relationship…R made it feel so natural and womanly, made me feel like it was just a normal part of life.

One of the smallest and sexiest things R did that night was send me a photo a few minutes after we parted of my rings on his still cum stained fingers. I had left them on the seat of his car and had forgotten about them.

We had made our mark on the picnic table and planned to be back, soon.

Author: Madeline Harper

My journey through divorce and an emotional and sexual reawakening. Love, laughter, friendships, family and heartbreak included. And there is sex, lots of it, so close your eyes and turn the page if that's not for you! While I started this blog as an endeavor to journal my thoughts and feelings in an attempt to better understand myself, it has become an amazing platform from which I have met some of the most interesting and wonderful people in my life. My path is often crooked, but I hope you will share in the journey with me.

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