Passion Released, (c) Copyright  Arina Divine, 2000
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We didn't plan anything fancy, just a blanket, some fruit and two friends
talking. When he picked me up at my hotel room, I was prepared for a quiet and intimate afternoon. He took me to a spot next to the river, where the breeze blew through the leaves and the water babbled nearby.

We made sure we were secluded from people, so that they wouldn't hear our conversation. Since we had met once before and communicated daily, by email, we knew our conversations could be a little provocative for some people.

As we walked along the river, to find a place to sit we had only been
talking about the weather and the niceness of my hotel room. I sat on the blanket he had laid out and fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to get comfortable. I wanted to talk about something deeper, but I didn't know where to start. He would look at me and then look away, as if he wasn't sure what to say either.

I also had a sense that there was a sexual charge in the air, but I wasn't
sure what to do about it; he must have felt it too. I think that's why we
couldn't look each other in the eye.

After I stopped giggling and fidgeting a thick silence fell over us. He
broke the tension; a little when he said, "You're beautiful," and I knew he wasn't just saying that.

"Oh stop! " I said as I giggled, punching him in the arm playfully. It was
different hearing his compliments in person.

He grabbed my hand before I could withdraw it and then he kissed the tips of my fingers, while he gazed at me with his blue eyes.

I felt a burning ignite in my breasts. Stalling, for only a moment, I then
pulled my hand away. I could feel the heat between us, like we were sitting by a campfire instead of a cool river.

I decided to take a bold plunge, but stayed with a familiar topic to us.
"So the other day we were talking about porn flicks and you said, in one of your emails, that you really like the scenes that show two or more women together."

He chuckled. "Yeah."

"Well, I was wondering how far you would like to take that fantasy?"

I don't know if it was just me, but he seemed to blush with a bit of
embarrassment. He cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you like to see two women together in real life? And to what lengths would you go, to have that fantasy?"

"Oh, putting me on the spot, aren't you?"

I laughed. "Yes and no. I'm just trying to talk about something other than the weather."

He smiled and looked right at me. "If it is a fantasy that has to stay that
way because the woman I love doesn't want to do it, then that is ok with me. I'm not going to spend my days looking and wishing for it."

Someone walking by stepped on a stick. I practically jumped out of my skin.

"What's got you so nervous?" he teased.

"Nothing," I answered. "They must've been looking for privacy too." I
gestured toward the people that had walked by.

"Uh-huh, Privacy...you like this?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful here."

My pussy started aching. I knew my face was probably flushed, and I'm sure I was sending out 'horny' signals. I could feel that I was wet. I wanted him to lean in and kiss me, but I didn't want to complicate our friendship by changing it into something sexual. My mind hurt from thinking about the consequences, yet my gut said to give into temptation just this once to see what it would be like with him.

"You want a grape?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"I said, 'Do you want a grape?'"

"Oh. Yes." I barely responded.

He fed it to me, holding it deep in his fingers so I had to touch them with
my lips. I ate the grape slowly. He held up another one, holding it
between his fingers in the same manner as the first. That time, I pulled
the grape from his grasp with my tongue.

That did it; he couldn't hold back. He took me in his arms, holding the
base of my head in one hand and putting his other in the small of my back.  Kissing me hard, we lay down on the blanket. I felt his tongue licking behind my front teeth, so I responded by opening up wider.

All of our pent-up emotions, from not telling each other our desires, was
let loose. All our teasing and flirting became passion released. We
started to explore each other's bodies without remorse...

He pressed his tall lean body against my tiny frame, moving his hand from my back to my ass, squeezing it gently. I felt his hardness push against my leg and I held my arms tight around him. Oh, it felt so good. His urgency told me that he had wanted me too.

Suddenly he stopped kissing me. His body went limp into mine. "I'm sorry,"  he said, his face buried in the crook or my neck. "I know our get together wasn't supposed to be like this."

"Mark, no. Don't apologize. I wasn't stopping you," I said, then kissed
his soft hair.

I felt his hot breath as he sighed. "You're so beautiful."

I slipped my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and twiddled them softly. "Thank you, I love to hear you say that."

He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. I almost felt like
crying when I saw his deep and sincere gaze. So many times I had wished to see his eyes while he spoke to me.

"I mean it," he reassured.

"I know, now kiss me again."

"But-"

"Just-"

He leaned down and kissed my begging lips; gently and soft at first, as if
he were afraid that he might break me.

I encouraged him to kiss me harder by pulling on his hair. Arching my back, my breasts pushed into his chest. I rocked my hips in sync with the rolling of his waist against me.

He kissed down my neck and into the hallow of my collarbone, pushing away the fabric of my white button-down shirt. I felt his hunger for me when he pressed his lips into the bend of my breast, above my white push-up bra. He unbuttoned my shirt and squeezed my right breast through the thin material.  Lovingly, he continued to kiss and lick around the hills and valleys of my neck and shoulders.

"Yes. Kiss me all over. Give me what you've longed to give."

"As you wish, lover," he said, undoing the clasp on my bra in front. His
hand traveled slowly down my waist, squeezing and kneading my soft flesh on its way to slipping inside the top of my stretch pants.

Immediately he discovered my secret.

"No panties-oh of course, you're wearing stretch pants."

I smiled. "Does that turn you on?"

"Sexy, I was turned on the moment you said 'hello.' I've been wanting to
lick you and taste you ever since."

"Damn! Do it then. Please do it. I'm burning like crazy."

"Already?" he laughed.

I pushed him off of me and then straddled his waist. "Yes, already. Does that really surprise you that much?" I asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as fast as my trembling hands would let me. I lifted myself up to pull his pants and boxers down, underneath me, revealing his full erection.  I finally got to see his arousal. Knowing it was there because of me, turned me on like I couldn't believe. Pressing my torso back down on his cock, I rubbed back and forth, feeling his rod bumping into my clit.

"Oh. You are so fucking hot! Lets take off those pants," Mark said.
Reaching for my pants, he slid them down and helped me remove them. "Now come here," he continued, pulling me down to him.

Suddenly I heard giggling. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes," he said, moving the picnic basket off the blanket.

I knew immediately what he had in mind. I grabbed the far side of the
blanket and pulled it over us.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes. Oh-Yes," I said, pushing my pussy over his cock and letting it slide slowly in.

"Uh-Oh yeah. Fuck me, baby," he said as he pushed his hand in between us and rolled his fingers on my clit.

If our sex had ended there, I couldn't have been more thrilled. We had
connected through our words, our minds, and now our bodies. But there was more in store for us, in more ways than one.

I sighed my hot breath into his ear. Licked, nibbled and sucked on his
neck.

He caressed my back and pushed my waist down on his dick with one hand. He rolled and pressed on my clitoris with the other.

"I'm close," he moaned.

"Oh god. I'm coming!"

Together we pulsated and sighed. I kept my eyes open and looked into his returning gaze. It didn't matter if other people might have heard our cries of joy and passion, it only mattered that our fantasies had become reality.  One last wave of feeling vibrated through our bodies as we shuddered
together.

As my body relaxed, it felt like I was sinking into his body like he was
quicksand.

"You are so beautiful when you come, and before and even when you aren't aroused," he whispered.

"Thank you; I believe you," I whispered back.

"So, how do you like sex in the woods?"

"I love it! It feels like we have connected to the universe as well as to
each other."

"So, what's next?" he asked.

"First, I need a snack," I said, reaching for a plum, "and then we'll see,"
I finished as I fed him the first bite.

"Mmm...Ok... Deal," he said, while I licked drizzling plum juices off the side of his face.

Passion Released - By Arina Divine Copyright September 2000
arinadivine@dvnpleasures.com
 

Arina Divine has been writing her intimate fantasies into erotica stories
for almost a year now. She has had a few stories posted on the Erotica
Readers Association and she also posts her stories on her website. Explore your fantasies at Divine Pleasures. http://www.dvnpleasures.com