Steam curled up from their coffees as they walked. Despite the mild air, winter dew hung on the bushes and trees around them. As they approached a deserted picnic area he placed his cup on a table and glanced around. She placed her cup next to his and standing close “…no one around…”, she said. He turned and she felt a tingle of excitement as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close, a first tentative kiss. Then a second, hungry tongues pushing and probing against each other. He rested his hips against the table, she felt him pull her to him, needing little encouragement she pushed her hips into him. She felt his hands drop from her waist to her arse, gently pulling and squeezing her cheeks through her skirt. She murmured her approval into his mouth, sneaking a hand under his shirt to feel his warm back, pulling him to her. He glanced around once more to check that they were alone. “What are you wearing?” he asked. “What you asked me to…” she returned with a grin “why don’t you check?”. She watched as he knelt down, his face level with her pussy, he lifted her skirt: black hold ups and matching knickers. He leaned forward and kissed her thigh above the hold ups, then again on her pussy. She reached down and put a hand on his head, enjoying feeling his mouth so close to her. Her pussy was starting to gently ache for attention. Standing once more, his mouth greedily found hers. His hands slid under her skirt to her bare arse cheeks, and pulled her to him once more. She could feel his cock starting to thicken in his trousers and ran her fingers over him, tracing the growing bulge through the fabric. “Take off your knickers” he smiled at her. She stepped back a pace so he could watch, then wriggled out of the black material, over her winter boots, then held them out to him. He took them, warm in his hand. She stepped back to him and cupped his cock with her palm, “I’m wet” she said as her lips pushed once more against his. His hands returned to her arse, sliding a hand down, fingers exploring between her cheeks. His fingers stopped on her arse, before moving a little lower to her pussy. Her hips pushed into him once more as the tip of his finger gently found her wetness. She felt her pussy start to throb as he circled a fingertip inside her, her tongue pushing hard against his. “Sit down” he looked towards the bench, she sat looking up at him. Her face now level with his hardening cock. She returned her hand to stroke him through his trousers, enjoying watching the desire build in his face. He leaned forward and lifted one of her feet onto the bench. Her skirt slid across her thigh. He took the hem of her skirt and pulled it back, she could feel the chill air on her wet pussy. His mouth found hers once more, she moaned into his mouth as she felt his hand cup her pussy. Her hips pushed forward, his fingers placed unmoving along her lips. She wanted to feel him, to have him inside her, but his hand stayed still, a delightful frustration. She could feel his hard cock, and squeezed him through his trousers. She wanted to see it, to feel it’s warmth, but he knelt down out of her reach. His fingers gently started to tease her clit, he rolled it between thumb and finger, slowly. She felt her pussy throb with the rhythm of his fingers, closed her eyes and pulled his head into her neck. His mouth was warm as he kissed and nibbled her neck, his fingers teased her clit, back and forth, her hips starting to move in tandem. She put a hand under her raised knee and pulled it back, opening her legs further, wanting him to see how wet she was, how much she wanted him. She quickly glanced around, checking that they were alone, “…please?...” she said through a smile. She leaned her back against the table, he put his hands on her thighs and looked down at her spread pussy. His mouth felt hot on her clit, he sucked her into his mouth, his tongue rolling over her. He slid his tongue into her, tasting her sweet wetness, then down to her arse, the tip of his tongue circling. He returned to her clit, rhythmically sucking her between his lips. Her pussy aching, and her orgasm starting to build in the base of her belly. His finger circled her arse as his mouth greedily sucked her clit and lips. Her hips pushed into his mouth, her hand on his head, pulling his mouth onto her. She wanted her thighs back, her belly tightening and her pussy throbbing. His tongue slid the length of her clit, his fingertip sliding into her as the tension in her pussy suddenly released as her orgasm washed through her. Three, four waves, her mouth open, gasping as she felt herself drenching his mouth. She leaned her head back on the tabletop as his mouth slowed and then kissed her soaking pussy. She felt his mouth on hers once more, tasting herself. A jangling sound of a dog trotting along the nearby path woke them from their desires. She stood, her skirt falling back down, covering her orgasm soaked pussy, just as the walker rounded the bend. The walker gave a polite nod and greeting, and as they passed, she gave one last squeeze of her man’s erect cock. “Poor boy…” she said “Your turn next time.”. He smiled and groaned and they started back to their cars.