Summer is such a wonderful time of year, hot sultry days and steamy nights. Brilliant for watching the scantily clad girls and topless men playing in the heat haze before watching them merge as the evening adds alcohol to the mix lowering inhibitions and encouraging more intimate playing.
I don’t often watch cricket but this was different, wanted to show my support for my friend in his first appearance in the first eleven. So I diligently make up the picnic basket with sandwiches, cold meats, bread, cheese and cider. I put on a light summer dress, tie up my hair in a careless ponytail and wrap the ribbons of my sandals up my calves. Grabbing my car keys off the side I leave the house swinging the basket in one hand with the blanket under the other arm. I put the basket in the boot with the blanket and go the driver’s side to slide behind the steering wheel.
The oppressive heat of the car envelops me and I feel the sweat prickling my skin as I push the air conditioning button on the dashboard. The cool air immediately cools me making me shiver as the droplets chill on my skin causing delicious goose bumps.
I put the postcode of the cricket ground into my Tom-Tom and set off listening to the radio, singing along with the happy summer songs. I like driving so the time flies as I follow the instructions from the digitised voice and I am soon rolling towards my destination.
I swing the car into the car park and slot into a space between a huge Land Rover and the fence. It is a little tight and I have to squeeze carefully out of the car to avoid dinking the 4 x 4 with my door, not that it would notice the vehicle was so muddy. The gravel crunches under my sandals as I open the boot and rescue my blanket and supplies.
I follow the other people and enter the cricket ground, walking towards the pavilion looking for a spot close to the boundary that will get a little shade but not be completely overshadowed. Finally I find a spot with a good view of the pavilion, the crease and the scoreboard. I spread the blanket and kneel to unpack the basket, making sure to leave the cider in its chilled sleeve in the shade of the basket while getting the food containers out to allow easy access.
I get my book out and lean back to get comfortable while I wait to see you bat (at least I think that’s what you’ll be doing first). It’s the clapping of the other spectators that alert me to the appearance of the fielding team, ok I guessed right – your team will be batting first! I watch as the first 2 batsmen are announced and walk to the crease. Play begins and because you are not out there yet my attention is drawn back to my book while my senses are lulled by the sound of leather on willow when contact is made and the cries of the players as they challenge the umpires call.
I watch as one is caught LBW and he leaves the field shaking his head and then I hear your name and watch you in your whites, pads, gloves and helmet walk to take your place. I watch as each over passes and though I don’t understand the rules too well I cheer when the ball arcs over the boundary and groan when the fielder makes a catch, no matter how stunning!
It’s such a silly thing that causes the call of out – a misplaced leg or a bad bounce sending the ball to the slip. Your disappointment is evident when you get the call and take the long walk back to the pavilion.
The game carries on and I wonder if you’ll be able to join me until your team take to bowling and fielding. I don’t have to wait long for the answer as you wander over and sit next to me. A quick kiss and you fidget until you have your head in my lap, lying on your back, with me leaning back on one elbow so I can chat with you and feed you titbits.
You can’t have a cider yet, you’re playing so you have a cold soft drink. You never eat much during a match so you just have a few grapes while I stroke your hair and caress your neck and ear. I like to touch as I look at you and I can’t help but desire you whenever I get near you. I start to imagine what I would like to do to you and with you once the match is over and my eyes darken as the pupils dilate and I smile slightly. I feel you move and look back at you to see you watching me with an eyebrow raised questioningly. I grin and admit I was fantasising about you again and ask if you want to find out how turned on I am.
With that you roll over onto your side and prop yourself up on your elbow over my legs, while your other hand caresses my thigh, moving up and under the light cotton of my skirt, your fingers tracing my inner thigh getting gradually closer to my heat. I close my eyes and bite my lip as you finally press the damp material of my panties against me, probing gently, moulding them to the contours of my pussy. Your touch is turning me on and your can see my nipples pushing out the light fabric of my dress.
My legs have parted of their own will and your fingers have found their way under the elastic of my panties to seek out the slick interior of my sex. 2 fingers push into me making me gasp. The other spectators around us are taking no notice and I want to keep it that way so have to stay silent and it kills me, you know how much I like to be noisy and how much it frustrates me if I have to keep quiet. You are smiling wickedly because you know this. Your thumb has found my swelling clitoris and I whimper as you manipulate it making me squirm.
The tanoy announces the end of the innings and the teams are changing roles. Its time for you to return to your team and you reluctantly remove your hand and offer me your fingers to suck clean. I oblige eagerly, drawing each digit into my mouth and sucking my juices from them. You get up, peck me on the lips and trot off back to the pavilion.
The game continues through the afternoon and I enjoy the sunshine caressing my golden skin while I read my book, watch the exciting plays and drinking the cider, just enough to provide a light buzz not impair me. Finally the match draws to a close and the spectators, including me, clap politely as the players exchange handshakes with each other and the umpires on the way back to the changing rooms. I pack up the basket and fold the blanket as you make your way over. You pick up the basket and we move towards the car park. You got a lift with a team mate earlier in the day so I am taking you home.
I zap the car and open the boot for you and you put the basket in the boot. The 4 x 4 has gone so the car door can open properly. Just as I am getting ready to get in the car your arm snakes around my waist and pulls me against you. You are pressed firmly to my back and the heat of the day makes my dress stick to my dampened skin. Your other hand covers my breast through the flimsy material of the dress and squeezes it, before flattening and rubbing in circles over the taut nub of my nipple. The taut areola strains against the material, excited by your touch. I lean back into you, my back arching and my arse pressing into your groin. My head back my hair draped over your shoulder, I turn my head to smile at you and hopefully steal a kiss. You give me a chaste peck before nuzzling my jaw, making me turn my head, opening my neck to your questing lips.
I love the feel of your kisses on my neck and I shiver in pleasure as your breath tickles my ear. When you nip at my skin I moan quietly, loving every sensation. The arm round my waist has shifted downward, your hand stroking down my leg and finger walking the hem of my dress upwards until you can touch my skin, sending tingles from the contact point to my core. I can feel how wet I am getting and I want you so badly. I try to pull away and turn around but you feel me moving and the hand on my breast becomes almost painful, stopping me moving. I relax against you again while your hands and fingers work their magic, making my body tense and reactive.
Your fingers have found my hot wet pussy, getting under the gusset of my damp knickers, sliding along my slit to find my clitoris. Pressing and rubbing you enjoy feeling it swell and harden under your touch as my juices flow in response to your stimulation. You push back and up and slip easily into my already twitching love hole. My breathing quickens as 2 of your fingers enter me and push in past the second knuckle. My hips tilt to accommodate your thick digits and you start to pump them in and out in a regular rhythm. My nipple is getting tweaked and rubbed mercilessly after you pulled the dress down to expose my breast. I moan and arch against you, my buttocks feeling a familiar bulge pressing into them from inside your trousers.
I try to move my hands behind me so I can caress you, but you crush me to you not allowing my hands to get between us. I want to touch you and I wriggle in frustration as you prevent me while my body moves involuntarily as my climax builds. My flushed skin and quickened breathing are only mild outward symptoms of my state, the tension building in me is unseen but you can feel it. I am trembling and my knees are weakening until I crest that peak of pleasure and I am being supported by your strength as the waves of release course through me.
I come back to myself in a short time and am able to support myself while enjoying the closeness of your arms around me before you release me and step back allowing me to straighten my clothes and get into the drivers seat and ready myself for the journey.
I pull out into the lane and steer the car confidently along the winding road, accelerating to enjoy the sweeping curves better. I look across and smile putting my hand on your thigh as I cruise along. Returning my gaze to the road my fingers caress your leg through the material of your trousers moving up towards your groin, tracing the seam along your inner thigh. I have to remove my hand each time I reach a junction to manipulate the gears and you eventually give a low laugh and take my hand in yours, lacing your fingers with mine, until I need it back again. Finally we reach our destination. I find a parking space and we gather the things and go in, climbing the stairs to your door.
You take the basket and deal with the contents while I watch. I’m constantly amazed how efficiently you move putting things away and tidying the space to within an inch of its life!!
At last you are done and I take your hand pulling you towards me. I put a soft hand to your cheek as I kiss you, a mere brush of the lips to yours before kissing along your jaw-line and down your neck, featherlite kisses followed by the tip of my tongue lightly tracing your collarbone to the hollow at the base of your throat. I can feel your pulse quicken as I open the neck of your shirt and kiss your chest where the material can expose it. I lift my head and step away smiling, still holding your hand, and draw you after me, leading you to the bedroom and your ensuite shower.
We pause beside the bed and I push you back to sit on the edge as I kneel before you and take each foot in turn, removing the shoe and sock. I linger on each foot to rub the arch firmly with my thumbs before massaging the heel and moving to rub the ankle and the Achilles tendon. With each foot tended to, I kneel up and run my hands up your legs and along your thighs, continuing up to your hips to find the waist band of your trousers. Running my fingertips along the edge, I find the button and zip, deftly undoing them and opening the fly.
I pull at your trousers, encouraging you to lift up and let me remove them from you, sliding them down your legs with my hands brushing your skin, before pulling them from the bottom and freeing your legs completely. I kneel up and spread your legs to allow me to lean forward between them, sliding my hands under your shirt to stroke the hair on your belly. I lift the shirt up and encourage your arms up to pull it off over your head. My lips are quick to seek your chest once it is exposed. Leaning into you pushes my breasts against your thighs and groin while my tongue flicks and licks your nipple before I suck it into my mouth, suckling gently before changing sides and repeating the action on the other erect areola. Your mounting excitement is pressing into me and I smile because this is what makes me happy; turning you on and giving you pleasure.
I kneel up again and watch as I trail my fingers lightly over your skin, teasing your flanks and caressing your belly, tracing the crease of your pecs and stroking your chest hair as it meets on the center line. Placing my hands firmly on your thighs, I use the leverage to stand up so my breasts are level with your gaze. I step back and lift my arms, gathering my hair up in a bunch and securing it at the back of my head with a band from my wrist. The action thrusts my breasts out and I see you looking at them. As I lower my arms I start to push the dress off, hooking the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, the pressure of pulling the material moulding it to my damp skin, contouring the swell of both my tits before rolling down and releasing the captives, the nipples pointed and tight with excitement, the cool air caressing them further. I push the dress down over my hips and allow it to fall to the floor and pool around my ankles.
I step out of the material puddle and step back into your personal space. Placing my hands on your shoulders I stroke the skin up towards your neck then back and down over your upper back, the hair there parting as my nails graze your skin lightly. You are nuzzling my breast and I gasp when you envelop a nipple with your lips, drawing it into your mouth where your tongue can lavish attention on it. The reaction of my body makes my sex twitch and tighten, my already damp knickers getting a fresh soaking.
Much as I am getting so turned on by what you are doing to my body; your magic tongue sensitising and teasing my nipples, sending darts of tension direct to my core; I pull away slowly and pull you to your feet. I hook my fingers under the elastic of your pants, that are straining to keep your swollen cock hidden, and I ease them down, dropping to my knee in front of you as it springs free. The scrap of material falls around your feet and you step out as I wrap my fingers around the shaft of your dick while slipping my lips over the tip, my tongue undulating against the underside as I take it into my mouth. Letting go of you I stand and remove my knickers before leading you into the shower room.
I stand out of the way and let you prepare the shower, selecting a medium power setting and checking the temperature is warm enough without being hot. You step into the warm flow and pull me after you, sliding the panel shut behind us. The warm jets of water caress my skin and soon small rivulets of water are snaking between my breasts and over my curved belly. Your hands on my skin as you move close behind me interrupt the flow. You have already dosed your hands with zesty shower gel and they glide effortlessly over my skin as you work the gel into a lather rubbing my belly, back and flanks before skimming upwards towards the rise of my breasts. Your hands cup them, one in each hand. Your lather-anointed fingers seeking and finding my nipples, smoothly stroking them, sliding off as the suds prevents a grip being formed when you try to tweak them. The feel of you playing with them is delicious anyway and they soon harden and protrude from the generous bubbles your hands have created. My breathing quickens, causing them to rise and fall and you watch from over my shoulder as you squeeze and caress them, making me moan softly.
The building feelings of excitement your hands are creating are making my muscles tense, making me stretch my back, arching with my head thrown back, making my arse push back into your groin, pressing against your erection. The crease of my buttocks fitting nicely against the shaft of your penis and I rock my pelvis, rubbing against you, wanting to excite you and show you how much you turn me on.
I love it as you become more assertive with me, taking my wrists in your hands and moving my arms forwards until my hands are flat against the walls in the corner of the shower, as you push a knee between my legs, making them spread further apart, making me take a wider stance. You release my wrists and one hand plants between my shoulder blades, the other hand moving behind me, moulding to the curve of my buttock before following the crease to ease between my legs, opening and entering my juicy cunt with a probing digit. The hand between my shoulder blades applies pressure while the hand between my legs hooks into me pulling me backwards, making me bend forward.
The water is coursing over my skin as your hand move to my hips, holding me firmly as your cock pushes against the opening of my love hole. After slight resistance you plunge into the warm gripping interior, slick and silky with my juices. Fucking me slowly at first I can feel the length of you moving in and out, your balls slapping against my pussy as your pick up the pace and fuck me harder. I am moaning and my legs are shaking as I get ever more excited, using my hands on the wall to push back against you, wanting you to take me. I am begging you breathlessly to fuck me, please. My muscles are tightening as I get close to cumming and I cry out as the orgasm takes me, my juices flooding over your cock, my legs trembling, and my hips writhing and pushing against you.
You are still pumping in and out of my twitching cunt as the contractions begin to fade but you are not ready to stop yet. You pull out of me and using your fingers you dip into my pussy gathering some of my natural lube and smearing it over my puckered arse. Your cock is still covered and when you hold it steady and line it up with my tight hole you push forward steadily. I try to relax as the pressure to enter builds and when my ring finally loosens enough you can ease into me, making me relax further with each slow thrust. You gain ground into me gradually, the tight entrance pushing around you as I start to enjoy it as you fill me. Soon you are in completely, totally embedded in me, movement has become easier and you can move more easily as you fuck my arse.
It doesn’t take long before the ecstasy is taking me again and I am begging you to cum, please cum. Take me oh god take me! You hold my hips firmly and thrust faster and harder, driving all the way into me with each push. I can feel your cock swell as you get close then each pulse as you shoot your load deep inside me as I continue to rock against you, milking you with my movements. You slip out of me as you calm and taking the shower gel you scrub yourself clean while I turn and lean against the wall still shaking. You pull me into your arms, kiss me and then release me as you leave the cubicle. I have recovered enough to clean up myself and I am soon following you out of the shower, towelling myself dry and dressing in a clean cotton sundress and nothing else to join you on the sofa. Snuggling up we watch the end of the Saturday matinee – some mindless drivel – and doze comfortably in the cooling late afternoon air.
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