Weekend Ch. 03

Saturday

I woke up in a strange bed and at first I panicked. My heart skipped a beat or two. I could feel an arm around my waist, heavy and unknown, someone's hot body behind, hear steady, slow breathing. My body was aching, satisfied, with sticky wetness between my legs. The room was grey in the early morning light.

I closed eyes and everything came back to me, like a wave, forceful memories, sensations, pleasure.

I slowly turned around, careful not to wake you up.

There you were, sleeping, so peaceful, so calm.

I laid there just watching you, not thinking about anything, savouring your presence and looking at you. A few minutes later I started to drift off to happy sleep when you stirred and your eyes opened.

"Hello," you said simply.

"Hello. It's still very early..." I answered.

"Yeah... no need to get up yet." was your answer.

I smiled. Suddenly I realised I had slept with my make up on, and that I probably should have a shower and brush my teeth.

"I'm gonna shower quickly, if that's ok?" I asked and you nodded in reply, explaining that a towel is waiting for me in the bathroom and that you will wait for me in bed.

I found myself blushing and giggled. On my way to the bathroom I grabbed my toiletry bag, and fresh underwear and a t-shirt from my bag.

Once in I ran the hot shower and stood under the stream for a few moments, letting it splash over my face, run down my breasts, tummy, legs.

I picked the shower gel from my bag and soaped myself slowly, then rinsed, washed off whatever was left of my makeup and then washed my hair. Then again stood under the hot stream, relaxing, letting it warm me up, bring pink to my cheeks.

After the shower I dried myself with a towel, rubbed body lotion on my arms, legs and body, then stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for the first time since we left the house last night.

My eyes were sparkling, even I could see that. Lips pouty and swollen from kisses. Cheeks pink. Slowly, I picked up my moisturiser and dabbed it around my face. I brushed teeth, then a little deodorant, clean panties on and t-shirt. Quick rub with the towel to dry my hair. I simply combed it and decided to let it air dry.

After I picked up my stuff and hung the towel, I took a deep breath and went back to the bedroom.

You were waiting in bed, just as you promised.

I dropped my stuff on the top of my bag and climbed under the covers, next to you.

"Hey..." I said. You smiled at me and slowly, very slowly, without taking my eyes off yours, I leaned forward and gently, very softly placed a slow kiss on your lips.

"Good morning," I said between kisses. Unhurried. Lazy. Saturday morning kiss.

I laid on the bed next to you, on the same pillow, almost nose to nose, your wrapped arm around me, my hand on your naked chest and with seconds I fell asleep.

When I woke up later, slowly emerging from sleep, much later, the sun was shining through the cracks in the curtains and the bed was empty. I slowly rolled onto my back and listened to splashes of water running in the bathroom, birds singing outside and my own heartbeat.

The bathroom door opened and you walked out, with wet hair, damp skin and a towel wrapped around your waist.

I stretched myself on the bed, my body still half asleep, and watched you walking towards the bed, towards me, sitting on the edge and leaning to kiss me.

"Good morning... again...," you said with cheeky smile and added "Are you hungry?"

I looked at you and ran my hand up your arm, to your shoulder, neck, brushed your shaven cheek and briskly against your soft lips. I gently traced the curve of your bottom lip, the outline of the top one, tickled the corners.

I couldn't think about anything else other than those lips and how I wanted them. Everywhere. On my lips. On my skin. On my breasts, around my nipples.

"Oh yes, very hungry," I answered, my mouth gone dry and my voice husky as I wrapped my arm around your neck.

I pulled you down, to me and kissed you greedily, hungry. My tongue penetrating your mouth quickly, flickering and teasing yours, teeth nibbling your lips while my hand was lifting covers up and you slipped in next to me.

It all happened so fast.

I pulled your towel open and started to fondle your amazing cock, and you tugged on my panties, pulling them to my knees as I kicked them off quickly.

Your lips on my neck, finding the secret, sensitive spot behind my ear, the one that makes my nipples go hard instantly and makes my toes curl.

My fingers combing through your hair.

Your hands lifting my t-shirt slightly, just above my breasts, and pinching my nipples.

My hand holding your cock, the amazing feeling of your shaft growing with every second, pulsating and throbbing.

Your knee separating my legs and the weight of your body on top of me.

My thighs wide, legs wrapping round your back, arms around your neck and with one thrust your cock inside my dripping pussy.

Your hip bone brushing my inner thigh.

My lips pulling your bottom lip, tongue flickering in and out of your mouth and my hips matching every swing of your hips, hand squeezing your butt cheek.

You fucking me hard, deep, fast and so quick and strong it will never stop surprising me, I came around you, sweet orgasm tumbling through me.

I screamed into your mouth and you continued to fuck my orgasm-tightened cunt, slippery and hot.

I could feel your cock twitching and growing even more and you came inside me, leaving your cum inside, marking me.

You collapsed breathless, burying your head between my neck and shoulder and I wrapped my legs and arms round you even tighter, stroking the back of your head, combing your hair with my fingertips, catching my breath.

"Not quite what I had in mind," I heard you muffle. I couldn't help but giggle. I giggled and giggled but soon changed into a laugh and soon I could feel your body shaking with laughter too. You propped yourself on an elbow and looked at me, still laughing. Your eyes were crystal blue, smiling.

"Breakfast. Hungry for food. Should we eat now?" you added still laughing and I nodded in response.

"You will have to let me go," you said and I giggled again, slowly taking my legs off your back and slipping my arms off your neck.

"Thank you..." A quick kiss and you got on your knees and off the bed.

A few minutes later and I was standing next to you in the kitchen, after managing to dress and put some make up on, watching eggs and bacon sizzling on the frying pan and you buttering toast. Coffee was just right, not to strong and very milky, burning my lips.

I realised how hungry and thirsty I had been.

After the breakfast you commented on how lovely it was outside and maybe we could take advantage of the good weather. I agreed and started to clean the dishes off the table.

I picked up the coffee cups and plates and put them in the sink. I opened the hot water tap and started washing up, while you brought spoons, forks and the rest of the dirty dishes, and the frying pan. Dish after dish until the sink was empty. As I laid the last cup on the draining board you laid your hands on my hips and pressed your stomach and chest to my back tightly.

I could feel your fingers digging into my flesh, your hot breath on my neck and your teeth biting my ear. Your hands moved up, to my breasts and I leaned against you, submitting myself to touch and pleasure. Hands kneading my breasts, mouth chewing my earlobe, hot water still running over my hands, and the steadiness of your body behind me.

Your hands slipped under my top, pulling the cups of my bra down, confident and greedy. A moan escaped my mouth, as your fingers rolled aching nipples, hands squeezing and rubbing my soft breast, teeth pulling on my ear. My knees went soft, I lifted my arms and wrapped then around your head, exposing my body to your touch even more. One of your hands started move down, against my soft tummy, down the skirt, pulling it up, over my thighs and started to stroke my wet clit though my panties. The roughness of the fabric and the softness of fingertips underneath it... The power of your hand teasing, pulling, twisting and fondling my nipple... Within seconds I found myself crying out your name in ecstasy and cumming on your fingers, still in my panties, with the water running from the tap.

I turned around, wrapped my arms around your neck and kissed you nimbly.

"Thank you." I said, still blushing, my hard nipples poking through the t-shirt, panties wet, legs shaky.

"My pleasure," was your answer. Somehow I found it very funny and started to laugh again. "Let's get a move on," you said reaching to turn the tap off after a few moments.

You said it would be nice to have a picnic, but we would have to stop by the shops first to pick a few bits and bobs up. I thought this was a great idea. While I phoned home to check on the kids, you packed a blanket and the picnic hamper. A few minutes later I grabbed my handbag and jacket (just in case) and we got in the car.

The weather was beautiful. Sunny, light breeze, clear sky. Wind was blowing through the open window, messing my hair, and I couldn't stop smiling. Ideas kept popping into my head, one after another, each one more cheeky and daring. I couldn't believe how naughty and comfortable I felt with you.

You pulled into the car park next to a supermarket. I unbuckled my seat belt and looked at you, still grinning.

"You are grinning like a Cheshire cat, Miss McGiggles, just don't disappear on me!" you said, adding, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"I'll give you something better," I answered with a giggle. "Only you will have to choose!"

"Is there something better than your naughty thoughts?" you asked with laughter. Then added "Choose what?"

"Top or bottom?" I asked with a wink, blushing slightly.

"Oh yeah?" was your cheeky answer. Your eyes went dark and I could see you are almost trying to read my mind, suspecting I was up to no good, but not quite sure exactly where and how.

"Oh yeah! Now choose. Hurry up!" I added.

You gave me a long and careful look, still smiling, sparkles of humour in your eyes. "Bottom!"was your short and sweet answer.

I kept giggling and lifted my hips in the seat, pulling my skirt slightly up, reaching higher, till I caught the fabric of my panties. I pulled them down, slowly, not taking my eyes off yours, wiggling my hips slightly, pulling my panties down my hips, to my knees, down my calves, onto the car floor.

I slowly lifted my left leg and then my right, and even slower reached down and picked the knickers up. I held them by the edge, crotch stained with my pussy juices towards you.

I could smell myself in the car now, my fresh, feminine scent filling the heated air.

"There you go!" I said, as I laid them on your hand and you stuck them in the glove compartment.

"Cheeky... but I like it!" was your response.

We left the car and started walking towards the shop. I held your hand, fingers pleated together, my wet pussy throbbing from all pleasure you gave me just minutes ago, nipples hard and aching, lips swollen and pouty from all the kissing and smiling.

We entered the supermarket and headed to the fresh fruit and veg section. You picked ripe strawberries and green grapes, I threw in a pack of radishes. Then we choose some ham and crispy bread, a small pack of cream cheese and a bottle of fresh orange juice and water, olives and some pastries. You said we needed napkins and we left the food department and headed to further parts of shop. Passing by the clothing section and fitting room I couldn't help but giggle again.

"Getting ideas?" you said.

"Umm, yeah, indeed I do!" was my answer and I giggled again.

You stopped the trolley, caught my hand and pulled me closer to you.

"And what kind of idea is it, exactly?" you asked, head low, mouth almost on mine.

I could feel your breath on my lips and all I could think of was how do those lips taste and what can they do.

Trance-like, I reached out and pulled the first clothing item I could grab and started to walk towards the fitting room, pulling you behind me.

I stormed in, shut the door, leaving you outside, took few quick breaths and said in a very loud voice:

"Honey, I need a hand with this. Could you help me, please?" and opened the door a little.

You walked in, took one look at what was in my hand and started laughing. I looked myself for the first time and there in my hand was a pair of beach style shorts, size 3 to 4 years, according to the label. I started to laugh, almost hysterical now, turning to you, wrapping my arms around your neck, looking into your eyes, suddenly serious, drawing my lips to yours and kissing you slowly.

My lips were lapping around your bottom lip, tongue briefly brushing against yours, tickling and exploring, nudging yours to come out and play. My fingers softly caressing your neck and hair, your arms embracing my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me tight against your chest, your lips responding to my kiss with ferocity and a hunger matching mine. The tips of our tongues meeting half way, stroking each other, tasting.

"Mmmm, good idea," you murmured, mouth next to mine. "But we'd better go, we'll get in trouble..."

"You don't sound too sure," I teased, my hand slipping off your neck down your chest, to your belt, teasing you through your trousers, massaging and caressing.

"Mmmmm, yes," you answered between the kisses, "I'm sure. Come on, sexy..."

One more kiss on my tingling lips and you started to pull off. But I had different ideas.

I wanted you then, now, in the bright light, with people passing by, kids screaming at the top of their voices, shopping trolleys clanking and cheesy music coming out from speakers.

"No!" I said, closing my grip tighter on your belt, drawing you back to me, my other hand reaching to unbutton your trousers, quickly, hurriedly finding your cock.

Oh, how surprised I was finding out that you were naked underneath...

How surprised at finding you naked and ready for me, hard and hot. Your lips on mine and my hand on your cock, dragging him out, you pulling my skirt up and within seconds I found myself turned around, hands flat against the cubicle wall, bent over, your hot cock gliding smoothly inside my wet, hungry, pulsating cunt.

My hair in your hand pulled back, the strong, steady thrusts of your hips, bright lighting, my red cheeks and your eyes glued to my reflection in the mirror, lips parted, soft moans and fast breathing.

You were fucking me faster and faster, tugging my hair, gripping onto my hips with your other hand, and soon I could see in your eyes, in your expression, and by how much thicker and harder your cock felt, by how much faster you were fucking me, that you were about to cum. I wanted you to cum inside me, to coat my pussy with your semen, wanted you to mark me...

I smiled mischievously, whispering:

"Now!"

And you came, your cock shooting inside my pussy, your face darkened, body shaking, with a loud moan and gasp. One last thrust of your hips and you plunged your cock as deep as you could, and you came.

"Good boy," I said with a smile.

As soon as you pulled your cock out of me I could feel your cum trickling out, running down my cunt, my thighs, sticky and warm.

I slowly pulled my skirt down, you adjusted your trousers, and we opened the door.

Nothing had changed outside, our trolley was still there, filled with groceries, other shoppers busy browsing, talking. As if nothing had happened. I turned around, put my 'Miss Know-It-All' expression on and said, looking at you:

"Told you!" with a smirk and you laughed and smacked me on the bum playfully.

"Come on, cheeky, let's get a move on," you said.

We finished shopping and went back to the car. While you were unpacking food and placing it in the hamper I stood there, in the sun, enjoying the warmth on my face, the gentle breeze soothing my cheeks. I leaned against the car and closed my eyes for a moment or two.

A while later I felt your finger tracing my jaw line and wandering down my neck.

"Wake up!" I heard you whisper and I opened my eyes to see your smiling eyes inches from me.

"Ready?" was my question and you answered with a nod.

We got back in the car and continued to drive.

After a few minutes, you pulled into the parking area of a recreation ground, acres of green grass and lush green trees, connected to a small forest, with the pointy roofs of wooden gazebos peeking over cast iron fence. A handful of cars cluttered the car park. Two young mothers passing by, pushing their prams with their babies sleeping soundly, deep in conversation, were our only company.

We got out, took out the hamper and blanket from the boot and walked towards the gate.

As soon as we reached the grassy field, I kicked my shoes off, picked them up and started to walk barefoot. Soft, warm, tingly grass under my feet, sunshine, the quiet park and your presence made me smile. I felt happy and relaxed.

We walked for quite a while, you trying to find the perfect spot for us, moving from one corner of the park to the other, deeper and deeper into the shaded areas and further from other people. After a good 15 minutes or so you finally decided that you had found the right spot for us.

A little patch of grass, surrounded by trees and shrubs, slightly shaded, very private and very quiet. Only birds and the gentle breeze in the tree tops.

I laid the blanket down, you dropped the hamper on the side and we sat on the ground.