I've discovered writing graphically is not that difficult; putting those same graphics into something that fits more into novel format is a bit more difficult. Pacing and timing are everything, and has to follow the plot.
But now, let's go on a picnic!!
Rainy Day Picnic
© Copyright 2003
She cuddled in the blanket in the window seat, looking out over the landscape. On a good day, she could see the river in the distance against a backdrop of lush dark green mountains, a ribbon of silver sparkling in the sunlight. Today, all she could see was rain. The river and the mountains beyond were shrouded in clouds and fog.
He came to her from behind, pulled the blanket back and feathered kisses along her shoulder. "Brooding this morning little one?"
She turned slightly and smiled up at him over her shoulder. "Not really Master. It's just the rain. I was hoping it would be nice so we could go do something."
"Hmmm. Well there are lots of things we could do despite the rain." His fingers traced her collarbone as his hand slipped beneath the blanket to fondle her bare breast, and tweak her nipple.
"We could go to a movie, or the mall. There is always the museum."
One by one he ticked off items. She listened, knowing what activities each could represent that did not involved watching the movie, shopping, or looking at musty old bones.
A grin danced along her lips. Well, maybe one dusty old bone.
Her thoughts were shifting, focusing on his hand beneath the blanket and the tingling that crept from her nipples down deep into her belly. Her lips formed a pout when his hand pulled away. Suddenly a blindfold came down over her eyes. Her fingers immediately flew to it.
"Ah ah ah. Don't touch lil one. Just trust."
She dropped her hands to her lap. "Yes Master," she murmured.
He scooped her into his arms then, blanket and all and carried her through the house. Pausing after a few minutes, he allowed her to stand. They were in the garage. She breathed in the odors of oil and sawdust, hints of exhaust and fresh grass. He'd mowed the day before and parked the mower back in the garage.
The car door opened and he guided her into the front seat, buckling her in. She sensed him lean down and then he was covering her mouth with his, his hand burrowing beneath the blanket to stroke her wetness.
Chuckling, he pulled away. "I love what anticipation of the unknown does to you. I'll be right back."
She heard the door close, felt the thud reverberate through the car. Her hands lay idle in her lap, her senses limited to smell and taste. Inside the car she could taste the stale musty air where the car had been closed up most of yesterday and all night. She could smell the growing odor of her own wetness, feel the moisture pooling just inside the lips of her pussy and knew that soon a wet spot would form on the blanket beneath her.
The back door opened and closed. The car door opened and the car dipped as he slid into the driver's seat. She listened to the scrape of plastic against vinyl as he pulled the garage door opener off the visor. The soft click was followed immediately by the growl of the garage door raising slowly, grinding smoothly against gears.
The car was in motion, backing slowly out of the garage. Now she could hear the steady patter of rain on the roof, the swoosh, swoosh of the windshield wipers, and the now muted growl of the garage door closing. She could feel the slight thump as the car backed over the edge of the apron of the driveway, the gentle swerve as he backed onto the street and stopped. A smooth thunk as the transmission shifted from reverse to drive. Forward motion on smooth pavement. The continuing patter of rain, the gentle swoosh of the wipers. In darkness, the sounds were reassuring. She sighed and leaned back, relaxed.
He chuckled softly as she sighed. "Are you warm enough?"
"Yes Master. It's lovely all snug in my blanket. I think I could almost fall back asleep."
"Hmmm...we can't have that. Pull the blanket back pet so I can see you."
The expectation that she could also be seen by anyone drying past sent flutters of excitement driving deep into her belly. Slowly, she pulled the blanket back beneath the seat belt. The coarse strap now stretched across her bare belly. A soft snick and cool air bathed her skin, her nipples immediately hardening.
In her mind she could almost see the innocent look on his face as he responded, "Yes pet?"
She didn't respond.
"Heft your breasts for me girl, and stroke your nipples. I want to see them hard and dark."
She focused on his voice, his commands, no longer aware of the rain against the windows. She cupped a breast in each palm and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.
The car stopped slowly, she heard the click click click of the turn signal.
Her attention was suddenly diverted as first one nipple then the other suddenly stung as he slipped clamps into place and tightened them down.
"Not tight enough pet?" Before she could respond, he gave each clamp another quarter turn.
Her eyes clenched behind the mask, her palms still supporting her breasts, her thumbs resting above the clamps.
"Continue pet. I don't recall asking you to stop."
Biting her lower lip, she hesitantly resumed the motion, thumbs rubbing against hard hot nipples. The moisture between her thighs felt thick and heavy as it seeped from between her outer lips to soak into the blanket beneath her.
She tried to focus on the motion of the car and ignore the dull throbbing in each nipple. The car slowed, the click of the blinker repeated itself and they turned again. The car was now picking up speed.
Beside her, Master chuckled again. She could feel him shifting in the car seat, the car slowing slightly. "Hold out your hands lil slut," he commanded, his voice changing slightly.
She obeyed, the change in the tone of his voice familiar. He was beginning the push to drive her to the edge. The only unknown was how many times he would take her there before he allowed her to fly. She felt hard rubber against open palms.
"You know where it goes. One hard thrust, then remove it."
She squirmed on the seat to get into position and placed the tip between her outer lips. It was larger than any she remembered them owning.
"Now!" he barked.
She thrust it hard, as deep as it would go. Sitting as she was, that depth was limited.
"Now put it in that hot wet mouth and suck it slut, like it was my cock and you are hell bent on pleasing me."
Again she obeyed, tilting her head back and picturing his hard hot throbbing cock thrusting over and over into her willing mouth. She sucked it deeper, relaxing her throat muscles. She could taste her own essence on the surface, could feel the fire igniting and flaring deep in her belly. She moaned deep, the sound muted around the hard rubber shaft filling her mouth and throat.
She didn't realize the car was stopped until his next command.
"Stop. Do not remove it, but do not move."
She squirmed on the car seat, her pussy throbbing, aching for some attention. The soft whisper of the window rolling down caught her attention. The rain had stopped. Someone leaned in through the window and fingers flicked her throbbing nipples. The seat belt released. Her hands were removed from the dildo and she clamped down to keep it from slipping out of her mouth. The door was pulled open and she was being pulled from the car, the blanket left in the seat. Warm moist air bathed her chilled skin.
Forced to her knees, the dildo was removed and replaced with a hot hard cock. It throbbed against her lips and tongue, pressed against the roof of her mouth. Someone pulled her hands behind her and cuffed her. Fingers tangled in her hair and held her still while the cock thrust deep into her mouth and against the back of her throat. A foot nudged her knees apart.
Fingers separated her outer lips and thrust into her, spreading her wide. Her juices streamed down the insides of her thighs. She felt the soft mud beneath her knees. The dildo nudged against her inner lips, slipped past, and thrust home. She felt her own release edging closer. A voice whispered in her ear, the breath hot and moist against her skin.
"Not yet little slut....not yet."
She moaned around the cock in her mouth and heard someone gasp. One final thrust and her mouth was filled with salty hot cum. She gulped and swallowed quickly, sucking against the cock as it eased out, milking the last precious drops from the tip.
She was pulled to her feet. Fingers tangled in the chain dangling between the nipple clamps and tugged hard. A kaleidoscope of color danced in her darkness as the pain sliced through her. She was bent forward over the warm hood of the car.
Fingers found her nipples and pinched as her feet were kicked apart until she was spread wide. The dildo was pulled free and replace with a cock.
Her Master's cock, thrusting deep and hard into the white hot wetness.
Over and over he pounded into her, his fingers still pinching and twisting her nipples within the clamps.
One deep hard thrust as the clamps were suddenly yanked free. She screamed as he growled in her ear. "Now bitch. Cum now!"
She bucked against him, fingers clenched into fists at her back. Wave after wave rolled over her, driving her on as she danced through one orgasm after the other.
She didn't know when it stopped. Realization came slowly. Her head rested against the hood of the car, her hands still cuffed behind her. Master's body covered hers, his breath fast and raspy against her ear. His cock still nestled inside her, but she could feel it slowly withdrawing as he slowly recovered.
And the rain came.
A gentle soft rain, warm and cleansing, washing away the sweat and tension of their bodies. He reached up with one hand and removed the blindfold. She opened her eyes, blinked and slowly opened them again. The trees formed a canopy over them and the air smelled of fresh sweet rain. He pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. He too was naked and glorious, droplets of rain leaving damp trails down over his skin. Hands pushed her hair from her face as he stepped back and turned.
There they sat, several of their friends, relaxing in lawn chairs beneath a huge canopy that protected them from the rain.
A warm flush covered her face and swept downward.
She turned her gaze back to him. He smiled."Who says you can't have a picnic in the rain?"