“Yes,” I nodded, “I can do it.” This affirmation was vital! This was my commitment to the adventure; it was my acknowledgement that I entered into this game freely.
He had taken the liberty of laying out the clothes that he wanted me to wear. I picked up the pair of black crotch-less panties and fingered the small lavender rose centered to sit above the Venus mound.
My clitoris was so engorged, for I had rubbed the essence of Damiana over both sets of lips and massaged the inner vaginal walls. My sex absorbed the liquid! I could hear blood rushing through my ears! It was intoxicatingly erotic! I continued to masturbate with the liquid inside of my vagina as I expelled the last preparatory filling.
He had chosen the dainty silver and glass earrings and necklace as my only adornment.
Over my naked and unrestrained breasts I was to wear a very sheer while blouse, and finally a purple and black broomstick skirt. My hair was twisted upwards and secured with a barrette. After adding sunglass as a practicality it was now time to present myself to him.
As I made my way out of the door, I turned to secure it. My first few steps were rather clumsy. I had stop momentarily to listen to my heart. The tempo was racing as if I had just run a marathon. Breathe in, now breathe out, I reminded myself!
Only then could I resume forward progress. This time a smile of pleasure graced my face. By reminding myself that this was an adventure well planned, I was able to remain composed and calm.
He was somewhere out there waiting……….
As I reached the first plateau, I stopped to appreciate our beautiful surroundings. Then as though repeating .a mantra for my own ears I voiced, “We are grownups playing a grownup game. This game was mutually agreed upon and sealed in the alliance of our love for each other. I will not allow fear, not needless fear, to intervene. I go to him as though a virginal bride to join him at the forest altar he has created for us. I submit to his touch and to his pleasure. I desire to be his pleasure orifice. I will not resist. I will find a place within my mind that will provide stimulus and satisfaction for both of us.”
When I arrived at the edge of the clearing he was stretched out on the quilt with his arms folded behind his head. He wore nothing except a small black collar. His eyes were closed and he was smiling the smile he always has when he travels deep inside his head to his fertile fantasy playground.
There was a backpack, a picnic of fresh fruit, a loaf of crusty bread, a block of soft white cheese, and an uncorked bottle of wine and two wine glasses. An open journal lay by his side.
Perhaps sensing my presence he opened his eyes and smiled. He beckoned me to sit beside him and held his finger to his pursed lips indicating that we should remain silent. He looked so handsome, so comfortable in his nakedness, and his penis began to swell in greeting as I lowered myself beside him. He leaned forward and laced his fingers around the back of my neck and kissed me warmly. We gently explored the other’s mouth. His tasted so sweet!
He handed me the open notebook and a glass of wine.
“Welcome to our playground. I’m glad you came .The bushes make this area very secure!”
“Yes, I agree. As I walked the path, I stopped along the way to familiarize myself and to reassure myself of our solitude.”
“So how about a toast to the other couple somewhere in the universe, playing as we are right now….”
“I’ll drink to that. Have you determined that no one is at home on the other hillside?”
“I haven’t seen a soul, car, or anything else over there in 3 days. Now, please remove your blouse and lift your skirt so I can se you.”
“Are we taking sunburn into consideration?”
“We will be in shade in 30 minutes”
“I am having a wave of panic that we might get caught. Tell me again that we haven’t drawn any attention to ourselves that might draw scrutiny.”
“Nothing, Dear! No one saw us and if they did it would look as if we were taking a picnic.”
He took the book from my hands and closed it and then leaned forward and took a breast into his mouth. First one and then the other until both nipples were hard and very very pink. He slid his hand between my legs as he tenderly guided them apart. A rush of cool air preceded the entry of his fingers inside the wet darkness. To both of our surprise, my body responded immediately as I climaxed on his hand. It was sudden, it was intense, for so great had the anticipation been that there was no holding back.
“There will be many more of those before this picnic is over.” He withdrew his fingers and got to his knees.
He prepared us each a small plate and refilled our wine glasses. We only nibbled for both of us were more focused on the stirrings of our bodies and the erotic imaginings of things to come. Sensing this, he gathered the lunch items and put them away.
He busied himself laying out a large heavy purple towel and draping it over the fallen log as if the log were a stallion and the towel a saddle. He patted the towel and indicated that I was to straddle the log.
The towel was positioned to fit from my neck to the edge of my lips. He has rolled a small towel into a pillow where I could rest my head. He raised my skirt to above my waist revealing the delicate black panties, the vaginal lips shaved barren and the recesses of my glistening vagina. .
From the backpack he removed a two-quart enema bag that he laid flat on the quilt beside the log. He attached tubing and a red bulb, which he explained was a pump. This device he said did not require a gravity feed.
Once again he reached deep into the pack and removed a gigantic looking dildo that had life like markings of a male genitalia. “This is the nozzle, Diana. Do you want to feel it? There is a tube that runs through the shaft. When I fill you it will be like I am ejaculating my juices inside you.”
He placed a latex glove on his hand while smiling at me coyly. “Can you pass the rubber glove test?” He did not wait for my answer. My answer would not have mattered. I was his birthday toy. And he was the birthday boy, so he could play with his toy any way he pleased.
First one finger, then two entered the first elastic ring. It snapped tightly around the digits. He curled his fingers and pressed down towards the vaginal wall. Then he began a slow deliberate circular pattern. Upon the completion of each circle he stretched the ring slightly open. My body shuddered.
“Good girl.”
He stretched his fingers full length and thrust in and out before slipping them out completely. He held his gloved hand up for his and my inspection. “Very good. You are very clean!” At that moment, I experienced a pang of emotion, a mixture of minute humiliation and pride that I had pleased him.
He picked up the artificial penis and lubricated it well. With one hand he spread my cheeks apart forcing the pink ring to pucker outward. He placed the tip of the head at the opening and instructed me “swallow it”. With amazing ease it filled the cavity snugly. He fucked my body with this object , all the while watching my face intently for any nuance of change. My arms wrapped around the log just as I would caress a lover. “Ooooh!” I sighed my pleasure.