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Work
takes it out of you all week and then the weekend is full
of partying. Where on earth can anyone find peace in the
world? Well I figured since I had worked and partied so
hard it was time for a casual, relaxing Sunday and I had
the perfect idea. A picnic was in order, yes that’s
right, a traditional wicker basket, sandwiches and strawberries
picnic. Luckily enough the day started of very bright
and promising.
I
bathed today, rather than opting for the shower. I had
time to kill and I wanted to kill it peacefully. I lay
under all the bubbles, my breasts bobbing up and down
in the water and my legs shining under the bathroom spotlights.
Today was going to be a good day I could feel it.
The
cool air slapped my legs as I got out of the bathroom,
even with the heating on it was still cold as soon as
you jumped out of a bath. I wrapped my towel around me
snug and tight and then headed towards the bedroom.
My
bedroom was a lot cosier than the bathroom. I hugged my
towel close to me as I started to dry myself of. I rubbed
the towel in between my legs and over my thighs, soaking
up every bit of moisture on the bottom half of my body.
I ran the towel along my shoulders and down my breasts.
I dabbed my hair in the towel, preventing droplets of
water falling back down my smooth body.
I
had chosen a subtle, more playful suit for the day. Of
course I wore my stockings but I wore a short, black,
floaty skirt and a soft cream tank top to go with it.
I sat down on the bed as I started to get dressed. My
bra was the first garment that I picked up. It was a soft,
cream, stain bra that held my breasts in place with moulded
cups. The straps sat gently on my shoulders and the clasp
neatly clung to my gentle back.
My
stockings were cream in colour to match my top and my
underwear. The stockings were gently pattered with two
soft lines running up the back of them. They were thick
and I had chosen cream to keep my legs cool from the hot
sun.
The
stockings melded into the white bed sheets, like a soft
stain. I picked up the first one and eased it open with
my perfectly manicured hands. It was smooth on my fingertips,
the fabric whispering against my soft skin. I pulled the
stocking steadily over my leg, the gentle material felt
like heaven on my skin.
I
picked up the other sticking and pried it open. I let
the long sock trail over my leg and sit gently on my hips.
My panties were cool to the touch but I picked them up
and laid them over my crotch and say them on my waist.
Afterwards I clipped the stockings onto the suspender
belt and got up to put on the rest of my clothes. My skirt
slid easily up my soft legs. As it floated around my thighs
when I walked it was like I was walking on air.
My
top slid over my head, gently catching my hair. It fit
perfectly around my breasts and flat stomach.
I
decided to stop messing around putting my clothes on and
to start heading out. My wicker basket was ready to go
filled to the brim with strawberries and cream. The day
was bright and I decided to get out of the house and into
the hot sunshine, the park was waiting for me, and it’s
not nice to keep it waiting.
As
I stepped outside a wave of fresh air slapped against
my face and I welcomed it. Of course I did not welcome
the breeze that blew my skirt up over my panties where
it didn’t belong and I didn’t welcome the
jeers from the men across the road at the building site.
However, I carried on and made my way down the street
towards the park. Obviously the park was full today, there
were kids running around, mothers pushing strollers and
groups of young strapping men playing soccer in the middle
of the field.
I
found a nice quiet spot under a tree where I could see
everyone and everything yet I could keep myself hidden
from public view. I lay my wicker basket down on the grass
beneath my feet, my feet were trapped in high sandals
but I took my feet out of my sandals and let them rest
on the ground, my stockings prevented them from getting
grass and dirt in between my toes. I crossed my legs over
and my skirt slid up some more, catching the attention
of the young men playing soccer. I thought I had hidden
myself well but young eyes manage to find everything.
I
adjusted my skirt and dipped into my wonderfully prepared
basket. The strawberries were in a green tub and I took
them out. I also took out the cream and a bowl and filled
the bowl with both the strawberries and then drizzled
them in the runny cream. It looked absolutely delicious.
I picked up the first strawberry and held it close to
my mouth, savouring the sweet smell. The young men had
all but turned with their tongues hanging out as I licked
the strawberry and nibbled seductively on it. My stockings
just added to the tease and they had a hard time concentrating
on the ball they should be.
A
sudden gush of wind comes and blows my skirt up to heights
I’d rather it didn’t reach. I quickly flushed
my skirt down but not without catching my stocking. The
stocking ripped down one side and I could hardly leave
it like that. So even with the prying eyes I decided that
the only thing to do would be remove both stockings, in
the middle of the park it wasn’t such a great idea
but when you’re left with no other options you have
to do what you have to do.
I
looked around; most eyes were turned and now was a better
chance than any. I hoisted up my skirt. The hem was sitting
just at my panty line, my crotch visible to those who
looked properly. I slid my fingers underneath the tips
of my stockings; I felt the thick nylon grip my fingers
as I slid it down my legs. I was just beginning to enjoy
what I was doing when a white, leather ball bounced to
my feet. One of the young men jogged across to get it.
He
was, I would suggest, only in his early twenties but he
had a body of a god. His eyes were full of lust and it
looked as though something had captivated him. I’m
assuming it was my slender legs completely bare to him.
I looked up, my eyes were seductive and swear formed on
his brow. I crawled over on my knees to get the ball,
my ass was high in the air and my bare legs were showing
up to the top of my thighs. I looked back at him, his
hands were dangling over his crotch, itching to knead
himself but he kept his pose.
I
crept up onto my knees and then stood up. My knees had
grass stains and my skirt was still higher than it had
been when I had walked to the park. I handed him his ball,
deliberately lingering my hand over his. He looked up
at me anxious to say something and just as his lips started
to part as if to say something I turned around and went
back to my strawberries. He looked at me, his eyes working
their way over my body, his eyes lingering on my bare
leg and thighs.
He
turned around sharply and made his way back to his friends.
I laughed quietly to myself as I gathered up my strawberries
and cream. I picked up my wicker basket and slipped my
high sandals back on my cool feet. The wicker basket sat
gently over my arm as I half skipped out of the park,
the young man stared back at me, his eyes lingering over
my legs. A soft smile crept over my lips and I drew another
strawberry out of the basket and nibbled gently on it
as I walked home. A lovely day for a picnic……See
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