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The passion and the pastry
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I had been getting to know Jane over the last few weeks. After an initial contact on fab, we moved to an alternative messaging platform. Chatting with her was fun. She had a good sense of humour, a cracking smile and a cleavage that you could lose yourself in. It became apparent quite quickly that this sexy lady liked the finer things in life, especially when it came to her adoration and delight of pastry.
The first occasion that our online conversation got very naughty came completely by chance when she revealed that, thinking of the pastry she had enjoyed that day was almost making her cum. I just had to follow that up. |
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Engaging her initially on a humorous tack, it quickly became evident that she was totally serious. Her descriptions of the tastes and textures along with how they made her feel was arousing in itself. But it was the passion she exhibited when discussing her love of pastry which was most illuminating.
As our chat progressed, almost seamlessly into things of a more sexual nature, I found myself wanting to eat a waitrose bearclaw almost as much as I wanted to taste her pussy. |
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As we were blasted with unadulterated sunshine, unusual in its frequency, we began to talk of days by the sea, walks in the woods, picnics; and all manner of things one might do to fully indulge this glorious sunshine. Discussing picnics, what you would eat, where you would go or even, where you would go and who you might eat, I laid out what the ideal picnic would be for me. A nice shaded spot on the edge of a glade, long wild grass that lay untamed, the comfortable padded mat that improved on those crap tartan things that supermarkets sell, some choice nibbles (pastries especially mentioned) and a good humoured, sexy companion to while away the hours in the sun.
Our conversations continued, as did the fantastic heatwave, and I thought little more about it. I figured if she was interested in meeting she would say. After all, no one likes a pushy prick. It was approaching that time of year when, as is sometimes the case, everybody seems to have a birthday all at the same time. Chatting about this to Jane, I mentioned that she would enjoy this time around me due to a friend being a quite outstanding cake maker. We had known her for years and she had been preparing our parcel of birthday cakes since some of those now married had been at school. Describing the various odd concoctions and designs she had made, differing tastes and changing fads seemed to have a peculiar effect on Jane. Far from being interested, or aroused as I hoped, she had become more quiet, distant. Until that message.
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She very politely asked of my plans for the following week. Nothing out of the ordinary there as we often discussed what each of us was up to. Then I got a message that was unlike the others we had been sharing. It was short and set my male brain into overdrive.
The message quite simply said picnic, Tuesday 2pm, ******* ***** car park, you bring the drinks and a sample of your friends pastries. I'll bring some nibbles and provide dessert. ' |
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My first thought was of course, ‘is she serious?’ I had quick look at her profile, damn she was hot, and some verifications did mention a picnic but elaborated no further. Guess I would literally have to suck it and see. Tuesday was only three days away but it seemed an eternity.
After seeing my cake making diva for the assorted birthday cakes, I had asked her to create a small selection of her most mouth watering delicacies. And so I found myself on Tuesday, sitting in the car park with the air conditioning on, with her preferred drink chilling in a cool box in the passenger footwell. I’d had a subsequent text to tell me how to get to a particular spot. Turning off the engine, I resigned myself to, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I could be walking into the woods with wine and cakes to be met by no one; or I could be face to face with the voluptuous, inked, curvy, brown beauty that I had been lusting over for some time.
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Having memorised the directions, I soon found myself approaching the spot. It was fairly off the beaten track but visible desire lines indicated that it was used by people. Clearing the foliage I entered a bright clearing surrounded by very tall and old trees. And there, sat more than 2 metres away she sat. A parasol announcing her position. Approaching her, I saw the radiant smile that I had seen in pictures a few times over the previous weeks. What I saw for the first time was this beautiful lady in the flesh. And what a sight I beheld. She was sat on the red picnic mat, her legs tucked under her as she rested on her arm sideways. Wearing a flowy, blue summer dress that exposed her shoulders, I could make out the ink that she was so rightly proud of. Bodyart was again something she took quite seriously, and, as I approached her, I wondered how much of it I would get to appreciate before this day was over. |
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We exchanged pleasantries as I got settled. Standing over her I was able to take in her stunning shape. Beautiful big breasts that sat just below the edge of the summer dress, her cleavage pointing the way. As she moved position to help give me a space to sit, more of her legs became visible while the dress accommodatingly fell forward to give me a fabulous view of her unsupported tits. How I would like to lick the cream from a cake off of her nipples I thought.
I was shaken from my adoration of her body by a small giggle. She was looking straight at me. Giving a small, ‘ahem’ and a nod she indicated towards the bulge in my trousers. Regaining my composure I just smiled, telling her that the cakes were in the other bag, not my trousers. Mmmmm, cake or cock? She mused while licking her lips.
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The lady said, cock then cake. Who was I to disagree?
With a beaming smile she reached out and grabbed the crotch of my trousers to pull me closer. I hadn’t even gotten as far as sitting down, but she was horny, and hungry for my cock. Getting up onto her knees, giving a little giggle as she did so, she skilfully undid my trousers and gave a squeal of delight when she realised that I was not wearing any underwear. Taking my cock and balls into her hands, she gently squeezed before telling me that she was also commando.
Peeling back my foreskin to reveal my helmet, Jane planted a delicate kiss right on the eye of my cock before wrapping those luscious lips around the head. Tipping my head back after the sensation of this hit me, my attention was suddenly diverted to a couple walking their dog on the other side of the open space. Panic flashed through my brain before I felt Jane take all of my cock in her mouth and use my balls like those chines worry things. She was gentle, but firm enough to cause me to let out a loud groan. The couple looked over and smiled, waved before announcing something about the weather and walking off. They must have thought I was saying hello. Looking down at this sexy woman devour my cock, I realised that the height of the grass had obscured their view of her. Not sure I would’ve cared if it hadn’t. |
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Standing in the glorious sunshine while this beautiful woman took my cock in and out of her mouth was such a turn on. Noticing her hand moving between her legs, I smiled at the knowledge that she was as aroused as I. Placing my hand on her head, she stopped to look at me, holding my cock pressed against her lips. I stepped back, lowering myself to put us face to face for the first time. She looked almost bashful as I kissed her gently on her full lips. This bashfulness lasted only moments as she pushed me to the floor, moved herself around, as she did, the hem of her dress swept over me before I found myself face to cunt with her. Her pussy had a covering of neatly trimmed, wispy hair. Her clit was not immediately visible until I parted her lips with my fingers. Popping out before me was her erect clitoris, the red of it contrasted sharply with the blackness of her skin. Enveloping her clit with my lips, I gave a little suck. With a long moan, she settled herself over me, taking my cock in her mouth again as she lowered her soaking pussy onto my face. |
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Pulling her arse cheeks wide, I was able to push my tongue deep into her wet pussy, she tasted good. I could feel her juices running down the side of my mouth as she ground herself onto my face. Kissing, licking, sucking at her cunt made her groan and push down more. All the while she was sucking my cock, teasing it with her tongue as she wanked me into her mouth. Moving my fingers to play with her clit I pulled her upper lips apart to once again expose her erect , red clit. My tongue was still pushing in and out of her pussy, but as I placed a finger on each side of her tantalising red flesh and began to play with it, that’s when she let out an almighty groan and collapsed her mouth completely over my cock. With my cock in her mouth, her lips reaching my balls, she just stopped. Using two finger tips to wank her erect clitoris seemed to have driven her, quite literally. to distraction. She just lay groaning with my cock twitching in her mouth, barely moving , perhaps unable to move as pleasure pulsated through her body as I worked her clit backwards and forwards. |
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