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Leila´s Picnic Weekend

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 1

Leila woke up and looked at the clock by her bed. A few minutes past half-past nine. David was going to pick her up shortly. She thought back to Wednesday. She had gone with him to a strip bar. And David and Cyndi had stripped her naked. Stark naked, except for her shoes, and shoes don't count. They not only stripped her, they shredded her clothes, so she couldn't possibly get them back. She remembered the long walk to his car, the drive home, the stop to pick up beer. She blushed as she remembered buying that case of beer, stark naked, and her hand slipped down, under the black nightie, between her legs. The memory was making her hot. She remembered making love while waiting for the pizza to arrive. How humiliated she had been when she was forced to open the door to the pizza delivery guy. She had been naked, and looked totally dishevelled from sex. She also reeked of the musky odour of sex. How could David possibly force her to do something so humiliating? Force her! She was lying to herself; David had made the slightest suggestion of a request, hadn't even asked her out loud, and she had jumped at the opportunity. God, what a slut she was! She shuddered as she brought herself to a brief climax.

She also remembered the love-making. She had had two unbelievable climaxes with David before the pizza arrived. She remembered sitting naked between his legs, eating pizza, drinking beer, and caressing each other. She had persuaded David to ...

... stay the night; God it felt so good to fall asleep in his arms. She had been awakened next morning very early, by the glorious sensation of his beard tickling her thighs as his lips kissed her lips, his tongue doing the most wonderful things in her vagina. And after that orgasm, he had entered her and brought her to a second orgasm before he ejaculated. No other lover had ever paid so much attention to her feelings and desires. After that marvellous session, he had insisted they needed a shower, and they had spent a long time washing each other from head to toe. What a morning! She had been late for work, but it had been worth it. She had to have him again.

They had agreed that they were both too busy at their jobs to have a date that night, so they both agreed that Friday night right after work they would meet. By Friday morning, she had been so pent up at the thought of the upcoming date that she was having trouble concentrating on her work. She couldn't believe that it was only one full day since they had been together. Just before noon he called, and cancelled on her. Some stupid excuse about needing to work very late so he would have free time on the weekend. He got her to admit that she was free all weekend, and told her that he would make up for the cancellation on Saturday. She was furious at this late cancellation, but what could she do.

She thought of his last words on the phone. "I've a few things that I have to do Saturday morning, so I will be a little late ...