Picnic in the Park

“What are you doing for lunch?” she texted. ”No plans,” I replied. ”Want to meet at Mountain Park? I’ll pick up something for us.” ”It’s kinda hot for a picnic isn’t it?” ”We can decide when we get there. We can eat in the van if we need to.” ”See you there,” I replied, and smiled. We picnicked a lot when we were dating. Sometimes we even ate food. I wondered what we would eat today. I pulled into the parking area and spotted her van. I climbed into the passenger seat, and she pulled me in for a kiss. “Hi,” she said, in the same playful, sexy way she’d first said it 25 years earlier. ”Howdy!” in my attempt to match her tone. I peeked at her chest. She’d chosen a low cut T-shirt, and no bra. Her girls were gorgeous. “Like my shirt?” she teased? We kissed some more. A couple walked by our car. Their talking reminded us we were in public. “I’ve decided since you have to go back to work, let’s stay in the car. I lowered the seats so we can eat in the back like a picnic.” I didn’t argue. It was warm outside. And she wasn’t wearing a bra, a fact I wanted to take advantage of. She handed me a cold bottle of Cherry Coke Zero as she slid the van door closed. As I opened it, she realized she’d not left the air conditioner on. “Yikes, hang on let me turn this on,” as she reached between the front seats to turn the car back on. I finally realized she was wearing a skirt. My hand quickly found its way underneath the fabric. No bra. No panties. We definitely weren’t eating food at this picnic either. She turned her head to watch my face as my fingers swirled the wetness of her mound. “Good choice?” she asked. ”My favorite,” I smiled. I pulled my hand back and she slid back beside me. We held hands, and talked for a few precious minutes of kid free conversation.  “I want to eat your pussy,” I said firmly, in an abrupt but not uncommon subject change. ”I was wondering!” she laughed as she propped herself up on her elbows and raised her knees. Anybody casually walking by would’ve just seen her lying in the back of the van. Anybody who parked next to us would’ve seen my head under her skirt and my right hand under her shirt, squeezing her nipple so hard it even felt good to ME. She soon started panting, and I exchanged her nipple for her wetness. As my fingers slowly moved from sliding to fucking her, she began gritting her teeth and holding back screams.  “Oh.God.Oh.shit,” she whisper-screamed as her first orgasm hit. “Ohh. Godddddddd.” I lowered her skirt and lay beside her. She kissed me even more deeply than before. “I taste good today,” she whispered into my ear. “Mmm hmmmmm” I agreed. She lay her head on my chest, and began tracing my erection through my pants. “Do you really have to go back to work?” ”I really do. I clearly don’t want to, but I have to.” ”Ohhh kayyyyy” she playfully whined.  “Plus I’m not wearing a skirt. Not sure you can return the favor right now.” ”Hmmph,” she complained, continuing to trace my dick. “Somebody’s wet their pants,” she giggled, as I realized the precum had leaked through. She began to loosen my belt, then the button, then the zipper. ”I want to taste you, too.” I didn’t have to be IMMEDIATELY back to work, of course. She took me all the way in. Then pulled my pants to my ankles as she repositioned herself between my legs. She came up for air, and slid up my body, her skirt leading the way. “I want to taste US on you,” she said sternly, as she slid my dick inside her gushing pussy. ”We are in a public parking lot, and these windows aren’t nearly as tinted as I thought they were!” I cautioned. ”Shhhh. Let them watch if they want.” She began to rock back and forth on me. It felt amazing. I could feel an eruption brewing. “Where do you want me to cum—mouth, hand, tissue, or pussy?” “Pussy,” she said, as she looked tenderly into my eyes, as if she were now using her pussy lips to gently coax me to relax. I obliged, sending four shots of semen into her. A man walked between her van and my car, feet from where cum was oozing back down onto my dick. ”What the???” I panicked. ”Shhhh. I saw him coming. He didn’t look in.” ”Wow. That was close. But also kinda hot.” ”He would’ve had to stare to see exactly what was going on in here,” she said, sliding off me, and maneuvering back down my bare legs. She took my shrinking erection all the way in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around our combined juices. Her purr affirmed it was delicious, again. Without a word, she moved up to kiss me. Our tongues sharing our juices is one of our favorite pastimes. ”Thanks for meeting me for lunch,” she smiled. ”Anytime,” I replied.