Forest Fun

Charlize and Bella decided a forest picnic sounded like a perfect escape. The sun was high, the air full of flowers and something else pulling them closer. They had brought a bottle and left the path. Halfway down to the old stone house they started kissing, greedy, sudden. No one would say why. Liona pressed her mouth to the soft swell of Charlize’s breasts, taking each nipple between her lips. Charlize pulled off Liona’s thin shirt and sucked just as hard, her tongue eager, breath hot. They kissed again, breathing fast, pigtails brushing their bare shoulders. Light poured over them, painting their bodies in soft, pale blue. Charlize climbed on top and stripped away Liona’s shoes, then her own, mouths never parting. Pants followed. Charlize tugged Liona’s panties aside. Liona smiled, open, trusting. Charlize slid down between parted thighs, tasting shaved, warm skin with the same hunger she’d shown her mouth. A finger slipped inside. Liona arched, hips grinding, breaths quick and sharp. Two fingers now, slick and deep, tongue working her swollen clit. Liona’s grip tightened on Charlize’s wrist until the rush broke and she cried out, thighs trembling. Liona’s lips met hers, lazy, grateful. A spark flashed in her eyes and she flipped Charlize onto her stomach, peeled her panties down. Her finger traced wet folds, pressed in. Charlize moaned into the grass. Liona’s mouth found the back of her neck while one hand worked between her legs, slow, insistent. Another deep kiss, tongues dancing, then Liona’s tongue on clit, fingers slipping in again. Charlize cupped her own breasts, squeezing, whimpering, climbing higher until the pleasure split open and left her gasping, loose and trembling. They met once more with slow kisses. The empty bottle sat beside them, the meadow hushed.