A beautiful spring day. The sun is shining, nary a cloud in the air, the grass is green and smells sweeter than sweet. Not quite as sweet however as the sight of Karen Gillan sitting across from you licking whipped cream from her lips. What could possibly better? Well, you can certainly think of a few possibilities, none of which are suitable for polite company.
âI think I lost this one.â you say as you cross your legs.
âI think you might be rightâ she replies, giggling in that way she has. Why is everything about her so cute? Her hair, her skin, her clothes, her brogue... All of them just make you want to scoop her up in your arms and... No, let's not go there. The whipped cream from earlier was bad enough, but those thoughts have a way of congregating.
âIt doesn't hurt when you cross your legs like that?â
âYou're squeezin' 'em so tight though!â
âLooks to me like you're hiding something!â she says as she leans over, with a glint in her eye.
âI'm not!â you protest.
âProve it. Sit like a gentleman!â Reluctantly, you unfold your legs. âI knew it!â she says happily and sits back.
âKnew what?â you ask, though you're sure you already know the answer.
âI knew you were hiding something!â she says, trying and failing to waggle her eyebrows.
âDid you want me to just come out and say it?â you ask, flustered.
âIt'd be better than coming out and waving it!â she says, giggling again. After the giggles subside, she sobers up. âAlthough...â
âIt's such a nice day! Almost too nice for clothes!â Your eyes widen in shock. Did she really just say that?? She catches your eye and nods enthusiastically. âWe should just take off our clothes and run gayly through the countryside!â
âOr we could just sit here and eat pastries. You be the judge!â Karen takes another one out of the container and bites into it as your mind races. Is this some sort of test? Does she really want you to just strip down and go gallivanting with her? You can think of much better things to do with no clothes on, and somehow you manage to say so, willing yourself not to blush.
âReally now?â she asks in mock curiosity. You nod assent. âAnd what might those be?â
âI...you...what do you expect me to say to that??â
âI want you to say what you'd do if I did this!â She stands up and with a motion you're almost sure she practiced lifts her dress over her head. A mischievous breeze wafts it into your face and you struggle madly with It for a moment. You manage to outwit the piece of fabric and toss it to the side. Karen Gillan is standing before you, in nothing but her 'knickers' as they say in the UK. Naturally, you're rather at a loss for words by now, which seems to be the reaction she was hoping for. âCome on then! Or am I going to have to do all the work 'round here?â You stumble to your feet and begin fumbling with your clothes as she watches. âIs that a sonic screwdriver you've got there or are you happy to see me?â she giggles, blushing furiously. You drop your pants to the ground and kick them away, standing before her in nothing but your boxers. âWell! I've never heard of anyone keeping their screwdriver in there before!â she says. Suddenly, she leans forward and kisses you square on the mouth. You're startled, but try and return the kiss as best as you can. After no more than 30 seconds, she breaks away and awkwardly pulls your boxers down. Karen jerks her head back to avoid getting bonked in the face with your erection and stares at it, apparently fascinated. âI've never seen one this...happy before.â she says, moving her hand up and down its length in wonderment.
âNnng!â You let out a strangled choking noise.
âDid that hurt?â Karen asks in concern. You shake your head no, forcing yourself to think desperately unsexy thoughts. âWant me to kiss it and make it better?â she says in as husky a voice as she can muster. You have to chuckle at that and she smiles happily. She gives you a few more strokes before she lets go. âLet's get on with it then!â she says and takes you by the hand, pulling you down to the blanket. She squeals in delight as you position yourself at her entrance and ease your way in. She wraps her arms around you and urges you deeper. You dig your nails into your palm to avoid orgasming again. She's so damn tight around you...!
You begin thrusting into her, slowly, carefully, trying to hold off as long as possible. She's not making it easy though, with her little whimpers. She turns her head and whispers something In your ear, but with so much of your attention devoted to keeping your composure, you're barely able to make out what she says. âI'm almost there...â?
âNo one around to hear you. Go ahead and let it out.â you reply on the inward stroke. Sure enough, she reaches her climax. You clench your hands tighter as she yells this fact to the sky. âNot sure how much more I can take myself...â you mutter and pick up the pace.
Karen continues making these amazing little sounds as you continue pounding her. A moan here, a lilting 'mm, right there'; she even giggles a little as you cup one of her perky little breasts in your hand. All too soon, you can feel your release coming. âKaren, I'm...I'm almost done,â you say frantically and try to pull out quickly. She stops you with the tip of her finger on your lips.
âDo it inside me.â she says softly.
âNot as much of a mess.â she replies and you inch your way back inside. A few seconds later, you cum loudly and she lets out another of those damn whimpers. Your eyes almost glaze over and it just keeps coming (no pun intended)! Finally, your orgasm subsides and you can relax, your muscles unclenching and heartrate lowering. You're still on top of her and remain that way for several minutes, both of you panting heavily.
Eventually you roll off of her and stare up into the sky dreamily. âWe should do this again sometime!â she murmurs, squeezing your hand. Unable to formulate words, you nod vigorously. âWhere are my knickers?â Karen asks abruptly as she sits up. You shrug. âYou're sitting on them!â she giggles, trying to push you away. You reluctantly sit up and let her retrieve them. You dress together, passing articles of clothing between each other. She briefly floats the idea of you wearing the dress on your way to town, but you manage to talk her out of it.
You begin packing up the lunch, only to turn when she calls your name. You turn to her, mouth opening with a query, and she stuffs a pastry in. You struggle to dispose of it, much to her amusement, and offer her your arm. She takes it and you begin the walk back to civilization...
Later that afternoon...
As you make your way along a softly babbling brook, Karen seems to have something on her mind. She keeps looking at you, blushing, and then looking away. âIs my fly unzipped?â you ask finally, and she giggles madly. âI've been wanting to...try somethingâ she begins. You set the basket down and turn to her. âAnd I think it'd be easier if I just showed you.â Before you can ask just what she has in mind, she drops to her knees and begins undoing your pants.
âI don't think I can do that again so soon,â you say hesitantly. She pulls your boxers down and puts her hand on your penis again.
âNot even if I give it some help?â she asks. She gulps nervously and extends her tongue to your head to give it a careful lick. It twitches in surprise, as you do and she retracts it, evaluating the taste. âA girl could get used to that.â She nods her head in approval, and licks a little higher up. You grunt and close your eyes, trying to push the arousal away, but a satisfied giggle from below means your efforts were in vain.
âNow it's time for the real deal!â she says. Suddenly, your cock is enveloped in a soft wet warmth. You open your eyes.
No, it's not a dream. That lovely young Scottish redhead really is giving you a blowjob. You moan loudly and she looks up at you. She pulls her mouth off to say in a distinctly satisfied voice, âI've been practicin' for a week!â
âWhat the hell did you practice on...?â you ask, curling your toes tightly.
âBananas, those little candy suckers...dildoes...â she replies before returning to her oral ministrations.
She really is startlingly good at this. She does utterly sinful things with her tongue, and she's quite enthusiastic with her bobbing and sucking. You tangle your fingers in her hair and push your cock a little deeper into her mouth. She makes a humming sound deep in her throat and without warning, you start to cum. âMmmh!â she gags, and whips your penis out just in time for the next load.
âUrrh! You could've said somethin'...!â she splutters, as a glob of cum lands on her cheek. You keep stroking your cock furiously and she sticks her tongue out at you. She manages to catch a drop or two on it and as the fountain dies down, she swallows the sample she received. âThat's way too salty!â she exclaims, and rushes over to the stream, dunking her head in it. Karen comes up with a gasp and rubs her hands over her face vigorously. âWhat're you doin' back there?â she demands, looking over her shoulder and sending a strand of hair flying.
âI like the view,â you say with a grin. She rolls her eyes and you lift her dress up, exposing her bottom to the breeze. âYou're not wearing underwear...â you say, somewhat confused. You're sure she put it on back at the picnic site...
âI hid it in the hamper!â she replies. âIn case we wanted some more on the way back!â
âFar be it from me to turn down an offer like that!â you say and kneel down behind her, rubbing the tip of your cock at her entrance.
âWell have at it then! Allons-y!â she declares, and is overcome with a fit of the giggles. You take that as an invitation and penetrate her once more. As the last of the giggles die down, she clears her throat and moans exaggeratedly.
âNow what was that for?â you ask, grabbing her by the hips and pushing deeper.
âI know you can do better than that!â Karen scoffs and sniffs dismissively.
âWell, if you want it faster, you'll get it faster!â you retort and begin pounding her harder. She licks her lips and rocks her hips back into you, letting you go further inside her.
âThat's the stuff. There, right there...ooh yes...more, more...â She keeps up a running commentary of your efforts; she is most definitely not faking it now. She's much more vocal and her bedraggled hair is quite appealing, even from the back. All too soon, you reach your orgasms together. As before, you stay inside her while the waves of pleasure roll through you. She squeezes your erection tightly and whimpers again. As you begin to soften, you lean forward and grab her by the waist, pulling her back from the stream and close to you.
Karen sighs happilyand closes her eyes. You pull your boxers back into place and tug her dress down from where it had bunched up, and begin to drift off to sleep, thinking âShe is inSATiable, and I guess I am too!â