"It's the perfect place for a picnic, I promise you," she said as she grabbed the lunch she had made and stuffed in a grocery bag at home.
"Won't the church mind us using their parking lot?" he asked as he glanced toward the church going stragglers chatting by the front walk.
"Nah, I'm friends with Pastor Robertson," she said with a cheeky grin as she slung the blanket over her shoulder and turned to wave. A black suited man and his wife waved back cheerily. Then she turned to Glenn and stared into his eyes for a moment before handing him the bag of food. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss.
"Come on," she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woods.
They walked past the old graveyard, down a little hill and entered a grassy valley. They jumped the tiny stream and followed it uphill to the verge of the forest. Still following the brook they walked past moss covered boulders and ventured deeper into the woods.
After fifteen minutes or so they emerged into a grassy hollow clearing, with the creek babbling over a few rocks down the middle of the stream. The little meadow was surrounded on all sides by thick woods. The creek continued uphill towards it's source. Glenn smiled with approval, this was truly an idyllic spot.
There was a little waterfall and pool formed by a fallen trunk and packed with years of accumulated debris.
She spread the blanket out on a level area near the small pool, kicked off her flip flops and sank down, patting the spot beside her invitingly. Glenn set the food bag at the top of the blanket and plopped down beside her. They giggled and chatted as they ate the ham sandwiches, chips and bottled soda.
There was a sudden huge clap of thunder that made then turn to look back down towards the church. Thick dark clouds had gathered while they ate, and a line of solid rain was visible quickly advancing.
"Oh no! It will ruin my new silk blouse!" she exclaimed.
There was no way they were going to make it to the car before they were soaked to the skin. Thinking quickly she looked around at the thin, hole ridden blanket and the remains of lunch. The hiss of the pouring rain was getting louder as the white line advanced through the trees.
Glenn held up the plastic bag that they had carried lunch in. There was no way it was big enough for a raincoat, so Kathy made an impulse decision and with a resolute sigh, pulled her blouse off and stuffed it in the bag. Then she looked at her thin white pants and thought, "What the heck, he's seen me naked before." Mumbling under her breath she shucked them off and stuffed the pants in the bag, too.
Glenn lay on one elbow watching spellbound, mouth slightly open as she slipped out of her undies and added them to the bag.
"Well," he said, rising, "I don't want to wear wet clothes either."
He yanked off his t-shirt and shoved down his jeans as the rain began to fall. He stuffed them in the bag on top of her clothes, then put the empty sandwich bag and chips bag across the opening and tied it shut.
Kathy was still standing there, stark naked, looking down at him as he knelt to tie the bag shut. The pouring rain plastering his hair down, running down his chest and arm, dripping across his thigh.
He looked up at her standing there like a pagan goddess in the pouring rain and saw her breath quicken. He stared for a minute at the drops hanging on the tips of her nipples, then reached up and touched his finger to one. She gasped and stared down at the muscles rippling in his shoulders as he put his finger to his mouth and licked the drop off, then reached back up to circle her nipple with the finger wet with saliva.
"Ohhh," she said.
"Mmmmm, Kathy," he said.
He slid his hand down the side of her full breast, around her waist and down to her buttocks, as the other hand slid up the other thigh to grab the other cheek. He pulled her close and kissed just below her belly button. She melted against him then slid down to kneel on the blanket with him, each with one knee between the others thighs, bodies slippery with rain. She felt his erection grow, throbbing and twitching against her thigh, as he kissed her.
He deepened the kiss then slid sideways down onto the blanket, pulling her down with him, then rolling over on top of her to kiss and nibble down the column of her throat, across her collar bone, over the top of her shoulder, tracing a zigzag path down to her nipple, as big cold drops splattered on her face.
She arched up to meet his mouth and threw her head back as he laved her nipple with his hot tongue, then licked the rain from her cleavage in a burning path to the other.
He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around, barely grazing it with his teeth, tugging slightly with his lips as it shriveled up into a rock hard nub.
He ran his warm tongue along the soft underside of her breast, then slid lower to kiss her ribs, his damp chest dragging across her mons and sticking to and pulling the hair slightly, eliciting a sharp gasp as the shocks ran through her body.
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