I had to work the next day and she the following; I at a small family style steak place, and she in the office of her dad’s construction company. (She’d do filing and other office stuff whenever they got behind.) We made a date to go on a picnic at a park when we were both off work. I got over to her house about 11 am, and she greeted me at the door.

Her hair was still wet from the shower, and she was only wearing a t-shirt. From her “pokies” staring at me, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra – and she could tell I was staring at them. She smiled and led me to her bedroom.

Her parents weren’t home, but her brother was. He was in the backyard working on the lawnmower. I waved to him through the sliding glass door and he waved back.

When we got to her room, she showed me some pictures of her when she was younger, and some of her trophies and other knick-knacks. Jokingly, I said that I could guess which drawer was her underwear drawer. She told me to do so, and I pulled it open on the first try. She giggled. I reached in and pulled out a pair of bikini type panties that were sheer. I said that I thought she’d look good in them. She got a devilish grin on her face, then reached up under her t-shirt and pulled her panties down. They dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, kicked them under her dresser, grabbed the sheer ones and put them on. Looking me in the eye she said, “You can tell me later if I look good in them.”

In the process of doing that, I didn’t see anything more of her than I had when I first walked in the door, but that still ranks right up there as one of the most erotic non-nude things I’ve ever seen.

Her brother came into the house just then, so I told Chris that I’d let her get dressed. I closed the door as I stepped out to go talk to her brother.

A minute later Chris came out dressed – this time with a bra on. We said goodbye to her brother, and left for our picnic. I drove to a park outside of town. It was an older park, but still maintained. It was a bit of a sportsmen’s park with a lake and facilities, but not as much playground equipment for small children. My grandfather had actually helped in the building and landscaping of this park decades ago when they thought the town would expand in this direction. It didn’t, so the park isn’t all that busy most of the time.

My grandfather used to bring us here and showed us some things about the park that most people didn’t know about. While there were a few trails through the woods, there was a whole bunch of the woods without real paths and generally inaccessible. But, he showed me that if you went “this way instead of that way” you could find a few “hidden spots.” Places that led to spots by the lake that you couldn’t get to even by boat. And small clearings where during landscaping they’d had piles of dirt built up for easy access if they needed any.

I didn’t go to this park much after he died, and since it was so underused, I figured it was highly unlikely that anyone else knew about the hidden spots – which is exactly why I brought Chris to that spot.

I parked my car near a small pavilion. No one was there (as I expected) so we put a tablecloth down on a table and had a small lunch. We talked while we ate, and gave each other quick kisses. When we finished, I asked if she wanted to take a walk through the woods so we threw our trash away and headed to the woods. Rather than take the time to put the tablecloth back in my car, I carried it with me. I was actually hoping that it would come in useful.

We walked for a bit, and then I told her to follow me off the path. We crunched branches and leaves underfoot as we traipsed through the woods where people usually don’t tread. I held her hand to keep her steady, and at one point had to help her over a fallen tree. I honestly intended to put my hand on the small of her back to balance her as she climbed over, but I missed my target and put my hand directly on her ass. She wiggled it a little bit and got over the tree. She may not have been playing softball this year, but she was still in excellent shape. Her ass was tight and fit my hand perfectly.

I got over the tree and was greeted by her wrapping her arms around me, French kissing me hard, and grinding her crotch into mine. I reached behind her for another grab on her ass. She moaned.

After a few minutes I ended the kiss. Without saying anything, I took her hand and led her another twenty feet or so into one of the small clearings that had a mound of dirt on it.

This spot was perfect. It was a little higher up than the rest of the area, and the mound on top made it so that if anyone did happen to come by, not only would they not see us, but also we would be able to see (and hear them crunching through the woods) before they even got close.

We got on top of the mound and spread out the tablecloth. The mound was worn down over time so that it was mostly flat on top – like a bed waiting for lovers to use it.

We started kissing again, and lay down on the tablecloth. At first we were laying side-by-side, then she pushed me gently onto my back and got on top of me. I was already hard, and she pressed her crotch into mine again. She didn’t wait for me to unbutton her blouse, she did it herself. I told her how much I liked the t-shirt she was wearing when I got to her house. She laughed a little and said, “I figure you’ve already seen my nipples for real, what difference does seeing them through a t-shirt make?” (I always loved her logic.)

As she finished unbuttoning her blouse, I reached behind her with my hands and pulled her close to me to kiss her as I tried to unsnap her bra. I fumbled for a second or two when she stopped kissing me, sat up and said with a grin, “Front hook.” Then she gave it a twist and it popped open to reveal her perky tits and hardening nipples. She then stretched out as she leaned down, so that her right breast was at my mouth. I hungrily sucked on her nipple and she moaned. When she had enough of me sucking on her right nipple, she pulled away and replaced it with her left one. I sucked on that one with as much vigor as I had the right one.

She then pulled away, stood up, and shed her blouse and bra. She then unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her tanned legs. Standing in front of me with just the sheer panties that she’d put on in front of me she asked, “Well, do I look good in them?”

Chris looked incredible. The sun shone upon her blonde hair and it sparkled. Her breasts, although small, pointed up at the sun as if asking for it to shine upon them too. All the way down my eyes devoured her. Her flat tummy, strong legs, and everything I could see through her panties.

She turned around and stood on her tiptoes to give me a look at her ass. It was rock hard and I could see it all through her panties. She turned back around and I could see through the front. I could see her pubic hair and I could tell where her tan-lines were.

I finally answered her. “You look good enough to eat.”

She smiled and said, “Sounds good.” Chris then lay down on the tablecloth next to me. I took off my shirt and rolled over to her. I reached for her panties and she lifted her hips to make it easier for me to remove them. I took them off and she slowly spread her legs for me.

This was back in the day before shaving and waxing became the norm. I’d fingered two other chicks prior to Chris, but I’d only seen one of them completely naked. That girl, and all of the women I’d seen naked in magazines or movies, all had a bunch of pussy hair. Not Chris. She didn’t shave, but her pussy hair wasn’t all that thick. It was dark (as a nice contrast to her blonde hair up top) but she didn’t have much between her legs. It was mostly up top on her pubic mound in almost a “landing strip” design.

Her lips were together, but her pussy was already wet. I could see it glisten in the sun.

Chris later told me she loved me looking right at her pussy. She admitted to being somewhat of an exhibitionist, or at least not being concerned about being naked. When she was real young, if they didn’t get the diaper on her right away she’d run around the house naked for as long as she could. When she got older and had to start changing clothes and showering for PE, she was the first one to get undressed and get into the shower. All of the other girls were covering up and gingerly stepping through the locker room – hoping that their towel wouldn’t fall and they’d be naked in front of everyone.

Not Chris. Boom-boom-boom -- naked with her towel thrown over he shoulder and marching into the showers – tight ass swaying side-to-side. Not that she was showing off for other women, but she said the idea of covering up the whole time was stupid. She’d say, “You are in a locker room with 50 other girls and we all have breasts and a vagina. We all get undressed at our lockers, then we go into a shower where we are naked, washing those breasts, vaginas and butts, then dry off. We then take off our towels at our lockers to get dressed again. Why are they so worried about being naked for the 5 seconds it takes to go from locker to shower and then back again? I can understand if you had to go ask the PE teacher something – you’d cover up for that. And I’m not talking about sitting on the bench with your legs spread wide open. But what is the big freaking deal if you walk naked through the locker room to the shower. (Again, I loved her logic. I always say, the more naked women the better.)

Chris didn’t say anything as I lay between her legs. I slowly reached out to touch her. I placed my index and middle finger together at the top of her slit and slowly slid it down her wetness. Chris shuddered and came. Not a huge one, but she felt it. I went back up her slit again, and again she shuddered and came. Later, we named those, “mini-cums.”

I did it a few more times, and each time Chris would buck a bit and clinch her ass. Finally, I decided to kiss her pussy.

I’d never tasted pussy for real before. I had one girlfriend tell me after I’d finished fingering her that I’d better not lick my fingers. She thought that was rude. (Oh yeah, and 3 fingers up your twat was “polite?” She looked down to zip up her pants and I gave my fingers a quick lick!)

I leaned in and kissed Chris fully on her pussy lips. The sensation of my hot breath on her tender area made her squirm. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her pussy. The taste was incredible. It was slightly salty and musky, but oh so pleasant. I licked again and she squirmed some more. My tongue parted her lips, slid directly into her hole and Chris moaned loudly. I licked up and found her clit. I had intended to take my time and make it last, but when I licked her clit, Chris grabbed the back of my head with both hands, ground her pussy into my face as hard as she could, and came all over my chin. I kept licking as she screamed, “Ohhhhh……FUCK!!!!”

When her orgasm subsided, she let me loose and I stopped licking her. I pulled back from her but my chin was still attached to her pussy by a strand of pussy juice. Chris didn’t seem to mind at all as she grabbed me and kissed me hard. When she realized what she tasted in the kiss was her own cum, she kissed me harder and licked my lips and chin.

When she had sufficiently “cleaned” me, she pushed me back down onto the ground. Grinning her devilish grin she said, “Now it’s your turn.” Chris unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and started to pull them down. I returned the favor she had shown me and raised my hips up to make it easier to take them off. She squeezed my cock through my underwear and remarked that there was already a wet-spot on them from my pre-cum. I felt her breath on my cock through my underwear.