. There were a few bites of food left but we had brought more than enough to share... hot pickled garlic, stout aged cheddar, brownies, and of course a couple of bottles of Merlot. We grazed for a while and surveyed the park surrounding us. A rolling grassy area strewn with large trees and scattered picnic tables. Someone's brought music and Sade is filling the air. One arm for each other and one arm for our wine glasses, we mix & mingle and my nervousness disappears. Little groups form here and there. A Frisbee game is in progress and so are a few naps, but most everyone is sitting around talking. Wine glasses renewed, we begin to stroll toward a huge knurled tree not far away. A perfect climbing tree, I think to myself. Still holding on to each other... talking... laughing. Suddenly you dive behind the tree pulling me with you.
Almost as if someone has given a signal we're all over each other. Pressing hard against the tree as our bodies grind together. Smiles & kisses, little bites, and passion rolling over us. You relax your grip for a moment to come up for air and in a flash, I'm standing on the limb above you crooking my finger as if to dare you to follow. How could you resist such a challenge? I manage to barely stay ahead of you, but we are both giggling so much that neither of us can climb worth a darn. Hmmmmm, I see a perfect spot at the union of 3 limbs and just have time to position myself as you land on top of me. Out of breath and still giggling, but I'm already wet and you know it, and you... well, you've been looking up my dress and that marvelous erection had never gone away. No wonder you couldn't catch me!!!
The picnic party is close enough to hear and see , but we're on a *different level*. Now the music is Bonnie Raitt. I mouth the words as she sings "Let's Give 'em Something to Talk About"... and there in the fork of the tree, we make glorious love. There are moans as you enter me. Yours or mine? Both, I think! Feeling the tree sway with each trust. Hearing the rustle of leaves and occasional cracking twig , we are otherwise floating high above all else... except the few birds that have come to watch. Our thrusting and pumping last forever yet for only an instant. Time had no meaning.
I began to feel that transformation that happens just before you cum. As you tell me you are, I manage an "I know". Your *sounds* this time seem almost amplified. I'm sure the whole tree is shaking violently. The birds scatter and the picnic sounds stop as all eyes look in our direction. "What was that?" a few say. Someone says "Where's Ken & Suzy?" The tree protects us and only our own disheveled appearance gives us away when we return from the picnic tree...
Written 8-13-97 for Ken
by Suzy O'Keefe
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