“Is this what you want, Ness?” whispered Ben.
She shivered as his fingers made contact with her pussy lips.
“Yeah,” she whispered back.
He cupped her mons in his palm, pushing his fingertips inside her slit and playing with her swelling bud.
“Those spaghetti straps,” he said. “Can you escape from them? Don’t let go of me. One at a time.”
She removed one arm from around his neck, carefully, and used it to brush first her right strap then her left right down until she could extricate each arm and free her breasts.
Then she held on tight again while he bent his neck and feasted on her tits. He removed them from the bra cups and sucked at her nipples while his fingers continued to work on her clit.
She wriggled against the trunk, trying to reposition herself against it, but Ben held her fast—he would set the pace and she would simply have to follow. An itch of frustration at being so helpless fanned the flames of her arousal, throwing her into a headspace of pure need and lust.
“Mmm, wet,” said Ben, coming up for air, leaving her nipples out in the woodland air.
“Have you got something?” she urged, meaning a condom.
“Well, of course,” he said, extracting one from his shirt pocket. “I never come on a picnic without one. It’d be like forgetting the napkins.”
“Even though you thought Lydia was going to be here?”
“I’m an eternal optimist. Now, how are we going to do this?”
He frowned, tearing the corner of the foil wrapper with his teeth.
“Awkward. Do you want to let go of me?” He looked so endearing and yet so sexy, holding the packet between his teeth like a cavalier with a rose.
“No. I’m going for the old one-handed, without-looking trick. Think I can pull it off?”
Vanessa squirmed and twitched, feeling his hand beneath her bottom, working frantically at snapping on the latex. It took three fumbling attempts, but eventually he managed it and turned his face back to Vanessa’s, grinning widely.
“Well, then,” he said. “I’m covered. Now I need you to just unwrap your legs for a second so I can get myself lined up.”
Vanessa was conscious of her weight as she adjusted herself, hoping she wasn’t putting too much strain on Ben’s long spine. But, slender as he was, his height and strength helped him to hold her steady, and when she re-crossed her legs around his waist, her cunt was perfectly aligned with the tip of his cock.
Now, just as long as he took it easy…
The fears she harboured for her back were ungrounded. He proceeded slowly, sinking in deep, pushing upward until she was lodged on his cock, filled to the brim.
“How does that feel?”
She answered by squeezing her vaginal muscles tight together, trapping him inside her.
“Amazingly comfortable,” she said.
“Good. Now if you can just…hold it right there.”
He put his hands on her bum cheeks, keeping the angle perfect for deep penetration.
With his head on her shoulder, he began to jolt back and forth, in and out. Vanessa was grateful for his unhurried pace and his consideration of her coccyx. She widened her thighs and ground into him, looking for a deeper fit, the sweet friction she craved.
The energy this upright stance demanded soon began to tell on them. Sweat broke out, and their lungs began to heave, but to end things now was unthinkable. The pressure was building, the sweet itch needing its scratch. Vanessa was not letting him out of her until she was done with him. Her dress was starting to cling, her skin to feel grimy, but nothing could impede her path to orgasm now. It was where she was heading and she had no plans to divert.
“Harder,” she grunted. “Fuck me harder.”
Ben took her instruction with enthusiasm and let his pelvis go to work, slamming her all the way into the trunk, gathering in speed.