It is my birthday.

It is a glorious summer's day.

We've both taken a day off work and gone for a picnic in the forest.

We walk along woodland paths away from a nearly empty car park, sunlight filters through the trees. The air is warm, birds sing and the trees soak up the sounds of the distant town.

We walk hand in hand just because we could, enjoying the quiet and each others company.

We walk for a mile or so, changing paths every so often to take us towards a quiet clearing that I knew of, a delicious place, off the beaten track, set back in the trees, a place perfect for what I had in mind.

As we walk you relax, your gait becoming more girlish, your eyes start to sparkle with the joy of freedom from any responsibility.

A beautiful butterfly fluttered across the path.

You let go of my hand and chase it, laughing.

The light summer dress that you wear floats as you run, the image would have been of some stereotypical English drama but for the fact you had trainers and socks rather than strappy sandals. A nod towards sensibility as it was still a forest and the paths were not the best in places.

Still you are laughing and smiling and looking fantastic as you skip after the butterfly.

Of course it couldn't last.

The butterfly flutters off into the undergrowth where you couldn't follow and so you return to me, the look of joy and happiness suddenly replaced by one of mischief.

"Tag. You're it" you call and push me.

Caught mid-step wearing a small but heavy rucksack full of goodies for later, I stagger off the narrow path into the undergrowth along side it.

Regaining the path I give chase, slowly though as I don't want to have drinks exploding in the bag.

I don't need to run fast though. That is not your game. You stay just out of reach, taunting in a child like manner.

"Na na, can't catch me. Too old and slow now".

So I wait for the moment when you slow, when you decide your next move.

It always happens.

And it did.

A fallen tree creates a space by the path.

You look to see if it offers you an opportunity.

It does but the opportunity is mine.

A burst of speed and my left arm is round your waist. Bending slightly my right arm takes your legs from under you, lifting you up .

Instinctively you drop your arms against my shoulders, relaxing against my chest as I turn and sit on the trunk of the fallen tree.

You look into my eyes, smiling.

I smile back and then flip you over onto your belly.

You cry out in surprise as I drop you onto my lap.

I flick the skirt of your dress up onto your back, exposing your bottom, clad in white cotton panties.

I pull them down to your thighs.

Instantly you are aroused.

You wriggle across my lap, unable to contain your excitement.

Smack.

"Too"

Smack.

"Old"

Smack

" Am I?"

Smack

"Too"

Smack

"Slow"

Smack

"Am I?"

Six sound smacks.

Six small cries escape your lips.

Three on each buttock.

None of these are too hard.

No impact designed to really hurt but to sting slightly and redden the flesh, to spread a blush across your buttocks.

More is unnecessary.

Not now.

Not today.

Not with what I have planned.

I flick your underwear further down your legs and run a hand back along your inner thigh.

Your part your legs as far as you can with the constraint of your underwear around your knees, offering me access to your excitement.

I reach down and turn your head so that your eyes meet mine.

"Lee"

"Yes?"

I tap my fingers against your clit.

"Tag. You're it"

You smile and writhe against my fingers, acknowledging that I won the game.

It isn't really surprising. You don't want to win usually.

For you losing is winning in games like this.

But you don't get to win yet.

Today we have a longer game to play.

I stroke my fingers down you slicked lips, parting them slightly to increase your excitement.

And then I remove my hand and flick you to your feet.

Confusion and disappointment flash across your face as you catch your balance.

Your underwear drops to your ankles.

Unfortunately a large bumble bee flies towards your face and you step backwards.

Well I say step. Your feet are tangled in your underwear and you fall, plonking your bare bottom onto the ground.

A squeak of shock and outrage as your still smarting cheeks land on the greenery.

And then a cry of shock.

You jump and turn to the side.

There on the ground, squashed by your left buttock, is a sad looking nettle leaf.

There on you left buttock is a leaf shaped patch of skin, mottled and stung, small welts rising on your poor beleaguered flesh.

Ouch.

Your excitement is high and so is your pain threshold. Normally you would be shrieking at this but right now you are confused. This is not your sort of pain but mixed with the healthy glow of your buttocks it is more an additional sensation.

I take the rucksack off and reach inside for the first aid kit that lives in there. I extract the tube of sting and bite cream and offer it to you.

You look at it and then shake your head, handing it back to me.

Interesting.

I put it away and then hold my hand out for your underwear.

You take the panties off and hand them to me.

I put them into my rucksack and pull out a short length of rope.

I hold out my hand and you place your right hand in mine.

I tie a swift single column around your wrist, noting the slight glazing across your eye as you feel the rope on your skin.

"I can't have you running off again now can I?"

I help you to your feet, shoulder the rucksack and we set off along the path, me holding the rope across me in my right hand, you walking contentedly on my left.

As we walk you slip your right hand into my left. I squeeze your hand gently, you squeeze mine back and we continue towards my intended destination.

It doesn't take long to reach.

It is an open glade set way back off the main path down a barely used trail.

At the back of the glade is a cliff in the hillside. In the cliff is a small cleft in the rock that could be charitably called a cave.

The trees around the glade are thick and lush and separate this space from the rest of the world.

To the side of the glade is good sized oak tree with a good solid branch reaching out into the glade about 2m above the ground. The foliage above it casts a dappled shade onto the grass below it.

It is to this tree that I lead you.

I put down the my rucksack, lean it against the trunk of the tree and open it.

You are looking around the glade, your face a picture of serene happiness.

I reach into the bag while you are looking away and step up behind you.

"Do you trust me Lee?" I ask from behind you.

"Yes" you answer instantly.

"Good"

I reach up and fit the blindfold around your head. The small gasp of surprise, delight and pleasure that you let out pleases me intensely.

I step back from you a little way and start to undo the zip on your dress.

I lift the dress over your head and drop it by the bag.

I undo your bra, peel it away from your skin and lay it on your dress.

You cannot see as I pull my phone from my bag and send a very swift text.

I step in front of you and remove your shoes and socks.

Entirely naked but for the blindfold and the rope on your wrist you wriggle your toes in the grass.

I remove the rope and put it by the bag, reach into the bag I produce a longer length of rope.

I walk back in front of you and take both of your hands in mine.

I tie both wrists together, a double column this time, and toss the loose ends of the rope over the branch above you.

I draw the rope tighter, lifting your hands above your head.

Once your hands are in position I tie the rope with a quick release knot.

I do not want there to be any risk to your arms if you lose your balance.

I turn at a slight noise.

You cannot see but another lady is coming to join us in the glade.

Up to now she has been an internet acquaintance. This is the first time that either of us will have met her.

She is clad in trainers, a loose black skirt and a cream blouse which is open at he neck. Her hair is pulled back into a loose pony tail and her smile is wide and friendly.

I touch my finger to my lips and she nods.

We embrace swiftly and she places the gentlest of kisses on my cheek.

Then she turns her eyes on you and if it were possible then her smile widens and she nods in approval.

I step back to you and run my fingers into your hair, turning your face to mine so that I may kiss you.

You try to prolong the kiss, hungry for my lips.

After a moment I draw back.

I reach up and stroke my fingers down your arms, around your breasts and to your hips.

I drop my lips to your neck and kiss you again, nipping your skin gently with my teeth and allow my lips to track down your body.

I kiss the tops of your breasts, the sides, and move to your delicious nipples. Drawing them into my mouth I feel them harden beneath my tongue.

Then I continue my journey down your body, kissing your belly, moving to the side slightly as I kiss your hips and trace my way back in towards your navel.

I pull back from your body and reach down to tap your ankles apart.

Silently, almost seamlessly, I move away from you and am replaced by our visitor.

She takes up the trail of kisses from where I left off, and continues down until her tongue darts out and flicks over your clitoris.

The gentle noises of pleasure that you have been making are replaced with gasps of lust at this change in sensation.

Our visitor puts her hands onto your hips to pull you closer onto her mouth as she works you into a frenzy with her tongue and lips.

Have you noticed yet that these hands are not mine.

Can you tell yet that the face between your thighs is not mine.

I am sure that you soon will.

As much as I am adoring the sight of our fully dressed visitor kneeling before you and pleasuring you with obvious gusto I can see the trembling in your legs.

I step behind you and slide my hands around you, holding you to me for support.

You gasp in shock.

You have realized that we are not alone.

But you are enjoying the sensation too much to want it to stop.

She slides an arm between your thighs, lifting one over her shoulder. Opening you up so that she can work lower and penetrate you with her tongue.

I take more of your weight into my arms

Your moans are getting louder, more feral.

She is lapping at you with an ferocity that is a pleasure to hear.

Your release is intense.

And as she does not stop neither do you.

I take all of your body weight onto one arm and reach up to release the rope above you, holding the tension on the rope with my hand.

I feel the strength finally give on your standing leg.

You are still orgasming beneath this woman's insistent tongue.

I release the rope on your hands and take you into my arms.

Our guest moves away and I lower myself to the ground, sitting you in my lap as I hold you.

Our guest sits cross-legged and rests her chin on her hands, an impish smile on her drenched face.

As your breathing settles I reach up and remove the blindfold.

Squinting in the sudden bright light you slowly focus on her face.

"Hello" she says "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"I...I...I" you stammer.

Then you take a deep breath.

"I think that the pleasure is all mine"

I squeeze you tight against me and you lay your head against mine.

"Yes" you say, "the pleasure is all mine".

Once you have come round some more we start to talk, to verbalize those thing that we have only said in text format.

I slide you front my lap and onto the grass, rise and retrieve a blanket, the picnic box, a bottle of wine and some glasses.

Before I spread food out on the blanket I noticed you wriggling, enjoying the sensation of the grass against you swollen lips.

I pour a glass of wine each as we continue to talk. Two of us fully dressed and one completely naked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As we drink I notice our guests eyes flickering to the ropes on the ground and the tree.

"Lee, having had your first experience with another woman would you offer to return the favour?"

The dual intake of breath is a good indication that this was not an unwelcome suggestion.

You looked down and said

"I've never, you know, never licked another woman before. I don't know that I will be any good."

"Think of what pleases you, try it, if I am not pushing you away then you are probably doing it alright" our guest said gently, smiling at you.

You nod. Slightly unsure of yourself.

You take a deep breath.

"Would you like me to try to repay the favour and kindness that you just showed me?" You ask.

A slight widening of the eyes, a slight swallow.

"I would love you to."

You both rise, step together and kiss. Gently at first but then with an increased urgency.

Your hands go to the buttons on her blouse, deftly undoing them as you had mine so many times before.

You peel the blouse from beneath her skirt, ease it off her shoulders and then, your lips never parting, hold it out for me to take.

I place it carefully with yours and turn back to see the skirt dropping down her legs and onto the floor.

I feel a twinge of jealousy as I watch you with her, jealousy of her kissing you as you undress her, and that it wasn't me undressing and kissing her.

But this is for you.

You undo the bra, remove it and toss it to me, then the panties, eased over her hips, pushed down onto her thighs and dropped to the floor.

Then your hands start to roam each other bodies, stroking skin, touching breasts, stoking the fires within.

I watch you tentatively slide your fingers between her legs, to feel the growing moistness there.

You lifted your hand to your face, smelling the heady aroma of another woman, tasting her on your fingers with a flickering tongue.

You replace your hand between her legs and it remains there , exploring for a while before you lift it to taste it once again.

You start to bend your knees, lowering yourself down her body but she stops you.

She looks at the ropes and then to me.

"Please?" She asks.

"Of course" I answer, "where and how?"

She walks to the trunk of the oak and leans back against it, one hand above her head.

With the other hand she gestures "here" , her raised hand, "here" she gestures the top of her chest, above her breasts and below the armpits, " and here", she gestures her waist.

And so I tie her as she asks, not to tight, but not too loose, to hold her in place, to restrict her movement but not to restrict her breathing.

Taking care to avoid nerves and cutting off circulation.

Her one hand free "for guidance".

There is always a pleasure in tying someone new, should that new person be attractive and naked then the pleasure is enhanced. I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it.

And then, at a gesture, you step forwards and kiss once again.

This time as you kiss your way down her body she does not stop you.

This time she strains against her bonds trying to press onto your mouth

You take your time, slowing down the closer to her center you get,

Until she is almost frantic in her desire,

Finally you scoop her left leg up and onto your right shoulder, just this act causes her eyes to widen, her breath to catch.

And then you plunge your head forwards.

Your tongue seeking out her clit

Pressing it, flicking it, circling it and lapping at it.

And she moans.

"Fuck that's good" she mutters through clenched teeth.

I watch as you work on her with your mouth, moving your tongue between her clit and the wetness of her lips. Probing inside as I know that you like before moving back up to her clitoris once again.

A blush of redness spreads across her throat and chest as she climaxes onto your mouth.

But, just as she had done to you only minutes before, you continue to work at her.

Her eyes are half closed, she is almost lost in sensation, her gasps and moans load in the stillness of the air, yours are muffled by her flesh.

Her body shudders once again and she settles more firmly onto the ropes.

As the tension increases her eyes open wide and lock onto mine. She reaches out her hand towards me. I take it and she draws me close, her lips turning to mine.

We kiss, it is both deep and tender as well as hard and passionate.

She places my hand upon her breast.

As I run my thumb across her nipple she shudders once again. Her supporting leg is no longer supporting her, her weight is held by the thigh on your shoulder and the ropes around her chest and waist.

She is lost in this moment.

Her lips fall away from mine and her head slumps to my chest.

I drop my hand to your head and look down at you.

The image of you pleasuring her is divine.

Our eyes meet and you slow the movement of your tongue.

You still support her weight as I undo the ropes that bind her.

I let them fall to the floor as she sags into my arms.

I lift her legs and carry her to the blanket. You sit cross legged and I lay her down with her head in your lap.

You stroke her hair, soothe her forehead, and talk to her in a low and soft voice.

I sit and hold her hand with one of mine.

I place the other on your knee.

I could have set up a camera and filmed this but I don't think that I will forget the images of this morning.

As she comes round she sits and places a hand in yours.

You reach out and take a large strawberry from the container near you.

You offer it to her lips and she takes a bite, smiling.

Then you offer it to my lips and I take a bite, also smiling.

You put the last part into your mouth, holding it in your lips as you flick your eyes from one to the other of us.

Then you draw it into your mouth and smile.

All is good and we enjoy the calm for a while.

The playfulness returns as we talk.

Suddenly I am faced with two beautiful women on hands and knees in front of me. Breast hanging down, smiling faces looking slightly up at me.

"Do you prefer this view?" you say.

Then you both turn away from me, still on hands and knees, side by side, buttocks thrust out at me, still swollen labia framed by naked thighs ad buttocks.

"Or do you prefer this view?" she says.

I rise and walk around you both, considering the respective tableau.

Finally I kneel behind you both, I put a hand on each of you and stroke down the outside of a buttock.

"I do like this view" I say as I move my hands to stoke up the inner thigh.

Both of you push back a little, inviting me to stroke my fingers across your exposed lips.

But I stop my fingers short, pat a cheek each and move round in front of you.

Kneeling, I lower my head to the same level as both of yours.

I lean forwards and kiss each of you in turn.

"But I think that I prefer this view overall".

I kiss you each again.

I sit up, and watch your faces.

"There is a problem with this view" you say.

"Far to many clothes in it for my liking" she adds.

Expressions of mischief cross both of your faces. You look at each other, smile knowing smiles, look back at me and the both of you pounce on me. Pushing me onto my back.

You drag at my shoes and socks, ripping them off and discarding them

She grabs at my belt undoing the buckle, popping the button and pulling down the zip.

Her fingers grab the sides of the denim and tugs them down over my hips.

I arch my back and lift my buttocks of the ground to help.

You tug the legs down, pull them clear and abandon them in a heap.

You grab one of my arms each and drag me up into a sitting position so that you can pull my T-shirt over my head.

Again this is discarded to the side and then I am pushed back down onto my back.

My penis is erect, straining against the black fabric of my briefs.

The pair of you look at each other, She seeking permission from you and receiving it.

She reaches out and draws the tip of one finger along my length.

"That looks uncomfortable" she says.

"Trapped" you agree.

Then you both reach down and pull the remaining fabric off my body, exposing my member for your delectation.

Again the glance for permission and then our guest reaches down to wrap a hand around me, gently moving the loose skin forwards and back.

You lean forwards and slide a hand around my scrotum, gently playing with my balls.

She leans forwards and kisses the tip of my cock, taking the very end in her mouth.

We both watch, rapt, as she slides her mouth down over the its length, sliding it up and down.

Her tongue moves around me as she works on me and and I enjoy this unfamiliar mouth around me, then she pulls her head away and offers me to you.

You take me in your hand and lick from my balls to the tip, you kiss the tip and slide your mouth around me, taking me as for into your mouth as you can.

As you work your head up and down my shaft, she reaches beneath you to cup a breast, gently squeezing your nipple.

You release me from your mouth, reach across to cup one of her breasts, and then you both move your lips down to me, kissing each other around me.

You move back and look at me.

"You should stand up"

You both look at each other.

You two who have only just met in real life seem to be able to read each others minds.

I stand with you kneeling before me.

You kiss each other again around me.

Two tongues flickering over me.

Lips gripping me.

Moving up and down my shaft in unison.

Your hands fondling each other.

Stroking.

Touching.

So very intimate.

So very beautiful.

"Would you like to feel him inside you?" you ask her.

"Yes. I think that I would" she says.

You both stand.

She bends over, offering herself to me and you reach beneath her, cupping her breast with one hand as your other slips between your legs.

Our eyes meet and we smile.

I start to slide myself in between those moist, inviting lips.

Gently thrusting deeper within her, holding onto her hips.

She reaches on hand up to you for support. I feel the other slide down between her legs.

She strokes me and then starts to masturbate around me.

Her hand moves in time to my thrusts.

You hand moves in time to my thrusts.

I barely manage to control my self at this feeling, this view, this sensation.

But this should last.

At least for a while longer.

And then, as I thrust and watch, you start to cum.

Already excited you reach this peak swiftly.

Gripping her breast tightly you lose yourself to your release.

The tightness of your grip is a trigger for her and her fingers fly faster over herself.

She joins you in orgasm.

I am on the edge.

So close to my release but there is something else that I want.

As you both calm I pull back out of her.

You both exchange glances once again.

Then turn and kneel before me.

You take it in turns to lick me, you savouring the taste of her on me.

Then I take myself in my hand and oh so swiftly bring myself back to the edge and then beyond it.

Releasing myself onto your eager tongues.

My semen on your smiling faces.

In your mouths.

On your lips.

I step back slightly and watch as you turn your sticky faces together and kiss once again.

Savouring the taste of me and each other.

You turn your head back to me and, as you know I like, start to lick me clean.

She joins you.

Somehow, despite there being two of you, this takes much longer than normal.

Possibly because you keep pausing to kiss and flick at each other with your tongues.

I place a hand on both of your heads.

You are such good girls.

I cannot imagine a better birthday.

And the best thing is?

It isn't over yet.

Not by a long way.