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A story written in conjunction with a pen pal as a bit of fun. It describes a fantasy picnic in the woods.

We are walking along a quiet country lane on a scorching day. We pass a thick mature pine wood which has a deep bed of pine needles under it. It is lunchtime so we venture into the cool depths of the wood, find a secluded spot and have our picnic lunch. We chat and enjoy each other's company, and find ourselves getting closer and closer together. Our hands touch the other's arm, making physical contact when talking. We make strong eye contact and find ourselves leaning towards each other and begin to kiss...

Our time there is completely undisturbed so we start to get more amorous, and while kissing you, I begin undoing the buttons on your blouse.

You become impatient and your hands take over from mine and quickly undo all your buttons. My hands follow yours up to your generous breasts and gently caress them. I follow my hands with my lips and tongue, licking round your nipples. My hands leave their activities momentarily to slide your top off and let it fall to the forest floor. One hand then begins to caress your waist with gentle fingertips, one travels down and caresses your thigh, pulling the cloth into sensitive places. Your knickers become damp and the tension rises.

Both my hands are now at your trousers, working the cloth over your skin. The fly is now under attack and yields readily. You stand up, and they slide off with a little assistance. I am on my knees and turn you round to face me. I kiss your tummy and run my tongue down one thigh and up the other. I lick