W e walked hand in hand across the grass, I could feel the blades crunching under my bare feet, shorn short and toasty warm in the sunshine. The sky was one of those special shades of blue that make you think of all those other perfect skies over the years, arching down from childhood to womanhood with a promise of good things, better than any old rainbow. My hand felt good in hers, where it belonged and where it longed to be whenever we were together like this. I glanced across at her and smiled to see the tanned hand shading her eyes, as she looked for a good spot, sunglasses hanging forgotten from her shirt pocket. A slight breath of air ruffled her blonde curls, the way I liked to ruffle them and feeling my eyes upon her she turned, smiled, and planted a quick kiss on my mouth before pulling me off to the left towards the river.
"This is it, this is perfect, oh isn't it just great!" she bounced, my own pet Tigger in human form.
"Well, I guess..." I started, and got a tap on the arm for my trouble when she spotted the wide grin on my face.
"Tease! It's just right, pass me the bag!"
I passed it across and then shook out our blanket and laid it out - grass is nice to walk on but if you lie on it the bugs come and walk on you, so we had come prepared.

I lay back in the sun with my hands above my head, eyes closed, listening to the river flowing by. Ducks quacked now and then and some small bird was singing his heart out in one of the trees on the opposite bank. I felt the same, but chose not to warble at that point... Something tickled my face and then a sweet taste in my mouth -- Kelly had opened the wine and was dribbling it over my lips from a slender brown finger. I sucked, then sat up to take the glass.
"Well, lover, ! brought cold salmon, ham and salad rolls, oh, and peanut butter pickle just for you!"
"Eugh!" I said, cringing at the thought, "Please tell me you didn't make some of those things, your breath will stink!"
"And," she continued "Fresh fruit for dessert!"
"Mmm, lovely." We could be quite creative with fruit at times.
She lay on her belly beside me munching one of her disgusting peanut butter concoctions, whilst I savoured the fresh poached salmon, which flaked apart perfectly under my fork.
"Very stylish," I mumbled through a chunk of fish, "Wine goes nicely too."
"Hey, nothing but the best for us, dear girl, you know that!"
The ham rolls were just right, nice oatie bread and not to much ham, and we demolished them quickly and drank half the wine.

Kelly wriggled round to lie with her head in my lap as I stretched back, the position natural since our early days together. I stroked her hair idly as she nibbled a blade of grass, and we talked away in a comfortable after-lunch type way. I slid down further, forcing Kelly to move too.
"My neck's killing me, sorry, " I said, shifting about to ease the tension.
"Hmm, sounds like a job for - Super Massager! Turn over then."
I turned obediently onto my front and soon felt Kelly's strong hands kneading away at my neck and shoulders. She had a deft, professional touch at first, which grew slower, more caressing and suggestive. I felt her lips moist on the back of my neck.
"Better now?" she murmured into my skin.
"Mmm", I sighed.
I had my eyes closed and was drifting away despite her presence, when I felt her teeth gently on my shoulder, then something cold and liquid trickling along my skin. The tang of orange filled the air between us, and I realised Kelly had a segment of tangerine in her mouth and was dragging it slowly down my arm, leaving a sticky trail of juice behind. She leaned in to kiss me, transferring the fruit to my mouth, then moved across to lick all the way down the trail. She reached my hand and sucked each finger meaningfully, then turned me over onto my back and pulled my shirt open, the air warm on my exposed breasts. Another segment, which she squeezed firmly above me, so the juice dribbled over my nipples and down, closely followed by her tongue as she sucked hungrily on my fruited nipple as thought it were the true dessert. She moved across to the other breast and licked up the tangerine liquid there, it had dried stickily, so she licked harder, tongue moving against my skin deliciously. She squeezed the next segment into my mouth, and came back to share the sweetness with me, before sliding further down, pulling my full cotton skirt lower as she went, squeezing yet more juice from the tiny fruit to mark out a path for the way she was heading. Her breath was hot against my belly, and I wriggled as I felt the juice trickling through the hair at the cleft of my legs, getting tangled up there. Kelly squeezed the next fruit lower, and I felt the droplets sliding down past my clit like citrus kisses. Kelly chased the escapees and nuzzled into my damp sex, the scent in the air now orange with a hint of musk Her hand moved surely against me, while another segment was drained over my breasts, and her other hand moved across to rub the sticky fruit juice into my skin, kneading hard at my nipples as I shivered beneath her confident touch. She was sucking away at me as she had sucked at the segment before, and her pressing and rubbing released my juices too, as I shook and gasped against her, and she lapped my liquid up along with the tangerine wetness.

I pulled her back up close to me and she lay snuggled against me, finishing up the sticky liquid at my breasts. The air had turned cooler now, but there was a warm thrill to be had from being here, outdoors, in public, albeit in a carefully chosen, secluded place. The thought alone made me horny all over again, and I knew my sensual friend here had yet to get her share of delight. I took her face, kissed her hungrily, and she pressed her body against mine as I probed her orangey mouth deeply with my tongue, hands tangled in her hair. She pressed her warm flushed body against me, and I reached a hand down past the waistband of her shorts, pushing between her legs, the coarse cloth trapping my fingers next to her hot damp hole. She twisted round, my agile girl, so her mouth was again at my breasts while my hand remained secure at her sex, and I gasped at the feel of teeth on my hard, still aroused nipples. She slid a hand down my back and took a firm grip of one buttock, so hard I cried out, but in pleasure, and felt her still sticky finger slide along my ass hole. I reached for a piece of tangerine and slipped it into her mouth, she bit down and the juice dribbled out over her chin, which I cleaned up with wet kisses, chasing a rogue droplet down her neck, biting gently so she moaned and pushed herself more against me, my hand at her hole now more insistent, very wet from her juices, but rubbing away and teasing her clit, which felt as big as a button beneath my fingers. Her hand slipped down between my cheeks and I turned slightly, spreading my thighs, welcoming her in me again, I could feel her knuckles pressing on my clit and moved more fiercely in hers, not a plea now but a demand that she give herself to me. Our breathing was hoarse gasps, interspersed with a trill from the lone songbird opposite, who clearly didn't have a mate to do this with! We writhed on our blanket, my hand held tight in her hole by her clothes, hers kept in mine by an effort of will, as we were both beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but the hot and dizzying sensations our bullying hands were bringing forth. A gasp, a push and I came, and as I bent my head to bite Kelly's breast hard, so did she, the warmth flowing across my hand as the pulse of her inner skin, all her sweetness, squeezed my fingers, just as her fingers before had squeezed the sweet fruit called tangerine.

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