One of my many trips to the Grampians was one of those very special weekends that remains etched into one’s memory. I had booked a small unit in Halls Gap for two nights.
On Friday afternoon I drove to a friend’s house where I met my lover, Pat. We were to take the trip in her car so I put my car into my friend’s double garage. I transferred my change of clothes and camera gear into Pat’s car and we headed off. The temperature that day was perfect for a trip to the bush. The weekend forecast was also perfect if it lived up to the predictions.
Halls Gap was approximately a one hour, thirty-minute drive away so there was no need to be in hurry. Along the way stopped in Ararat to get something for dinner from the Chinese restaurant. Forty minutes later we arrived in Halls Gap, collected the key to the unit and paid the bill. That way we could depart on Sunday at any time and simply leave the key in the landlord’s letterbox. The unit was a few hundred metres further along the road.
We entered the unit and found simple decor in the living/kitchen area. It had the usual TV in one corner, with a couch facing in its direction, a dining table and a small kitchen area. The large bathroom was off the kitchen end and two bedrooms. Out the backdoor was a patio with a BBQ.
The main bedroom on the other hand had a large kingsize bed with a canopy over the bedhead. The wall behind the bed was painted sky blue with a few very pale clouds. The gold-coloured canopy had some white sheer muslin curtains draped from almost the centre to the floor on either side of the bed. There were bedside cabinets on either side, a larger cabinet at the foot of the bed and a tallboy against one wall, in a lovely natural timber finish. A label on the tallboy stated that the timber had been cut from a large tree on the property after it had died. While Pat prepare the table and reheated the meal, I prepared the bedroom with the candles from my bag. I folded the bedspread back and laid out a double layer of bath towels on the bed.
The table was set with bowls, spoons and wine glasses for two. I opened the cooled bottle of Moscato from my favourite winemaker and poured each a glass. The meal was good as it always was from that restaurant. The new management must have kept the kitchen staff on. Over dinner, we discussed plans for the following day of photography. We also both wanted a quick shower before bed.
Pat suggested I shower first. It was a small show so we couldn’t get in together. She showered as I dried off. Then I headed to the bedroom to light the candles and prepare the massage oil.
“Wow, candles!!” Pat exclaimed as she entered the bedroom. “When did you plan all this? You romantic softy, you.”
“Yesterday,” I replied with a smile. “I wanted at least one of the nights to be special.” I took her in my arms, kissed her passionately and whispered in her ear, “I love you.” Kissed her again. “First things first, however. Get onto the towel across the bed, face down.”
“Mmm, if this is for what I think it’s for, then I’m going to enjoy this,” Pat said, with a smile and then put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Shhh, no more talk just do as you are told and enjoy it.”
She did as I asked. I straddled her cute butt. Her hand reached to try to touch my cock. Giving her hand a little tap, I said. “No touching.” She lowered her hand with a groan of disapproval.
I put some of the oil on my hands and started massaging her right shoulder. She sighed with pleasure. After adding a little more oil I massaged the left shoulder. Then both with a hand each. Stoking her shoulders towards her neck and along her neck a few times to rub the oil in. Another but longer sigh as I leaned forward to kiss her shoulders. She wriggled her butt as she felt my hardening member between her cheeks.
“Keep still!” I ordered.
A little more oil and with my left rubbing along her side with the right rubbed down her back. After a few minutes, I switched to doing the same down her right side. Kneeling over her knees gave me access to massage her buttocks. She uttered more moans of approval, louder approval as I rubbed along her butt crack. Then I placed a few kisses on each cheek and a gentle bite. She wriggled a little, uttering a louder moan. I spent a few minutes on that and then slid off the bed to massage the back of her thighs; first the left and the right. I lifted her right foot to massage the right calf all around and also the foot. Then repeated the process on the left.
By now she was well relaxed. Her breathing was slow and relaxed.
“Turn over,” I told her.
“I’m loving this, loving it a lot.”
She turned over as I requested, so I could massage her front. Again, I started with her shoulders. Then her arms and hands. For the moment I bypassed her breasts and worked on her sides and belly. Seeing she was facing me, her eyes closed, and relaxed breathing, I took the opportunity to steal the occasional kiss. As I leaned forward to kiss her, my engorged cock was pressing against her mound. I had to concentrate to overcome the urge to get between her legs and thrust into her. Regaining my composure I massaged her breasts gently. Feeling her hard nipples raised the urge inside me.
“Concentrate on the job. Don’t give in to the urge!” I told myself as I opened her legs so I could kneel between them.
Pat was so relaxed at that stage she was almost sleeping. A lovely sight to behold. After massaging the front of her thighs I carefully spread her legs gently as far as I could and moved a little closer. I asked her to raise her buttocks so I could place a pillow under her. Then I dribbled a little oil just above her slit. With my right hand, using only my fingertips I began to massage the oil into her labia. My left hand was placed just above her mound as I continued to massage the labia. Leaving her labia, I circled her clitoris with my forefinger. She exhaled with a long sigh with a rising inflexion. That was followed by a soft approving moan. Each lip was then massaged gently between the thumb and forefinger, with the thumb on the inner side.
Pat began swaying her hips slightly. I blew her a kiss. She gasped as I insert my middle finger rotating it back and forth very slowly. Then moving it in a circular motion so I could massage it all around the sides of her vagina. I held my finger still while massaging her clitoris with my thumb and little finger resting on her sphincter. Leaning forward I kissed her just below her navel and returned to massaging her labia. Her breathing was becoming shallower and quicker. So, I continued a little firmer. She moaned and inhaled quickly and loudly as I reinserted the finger with the rotating motion. Her hips were swaying a little faster now. My left moved lower to place the thumb just above the clitoris without touching it. I kiss her belly again with a slight lick.
She bucked up with a low moan and orgasmed with numerous little bucks. Her breathing rhythm returned to normal. I helped turn her in bed and joined her after snuffing all the candles. Holding in my arms with her head on my shoulder she fell asleep. I followed not long after I pulled up the cover.
In the morning we were awakened by laughing kookaburras and warbling magpies. The sun was already up. I looked at and she was just waking. We rolled to face each other, hugged and kissed.
With our foreheads touching she whispered, “Thank you for the special evening last night. It was so wonderful and I was so relaxed. But …”
I kissed her again to stop her talking and pulled her close to me. Slowly moving my fingers down her back to the top of her bum, then back up along her spine. Kissing her blow her ear, she sighed, then put her leg around me to pull herself as close as could. My erection was wedged between us and pressing hard against both our bellies. Her free hand slid between us and took hold of the shaft. She moved away just enough to manoeuvre my cock to lay against her slit.
“I adore your hard cock twitching against my clit and slit,” she whispered. “I can rub myself against it and come, and again when we put it in.”
“You are a greedy little thing aren’t you.” I chuckled.
She was already rocking back and forth while we continued to kiss. Her kiss was getting much more electrifying with each tongue movement. It was sending lusty messages right through my body. My body was telling me to push inside her. This felt so good as it was though I wanted it last as long as possible. My shaft was getting wetter with each of her strokes. Her strokes were slow and deliberate. She exhaled into my mouth with short sharp pushes as if I was a balloon to blow up. All the while our tongues were exploring as if there was a race as to who was able to do the most laps of the other’s mouth.
My breathing quickened also. The rubbing along the top of my shaft delays my orgasm but feelings of need were getting stronger nevertheless. I pushed harder against her to exert more pressure on her clitoris and pulled closer. Again she moaned and breathed harder into my mouth. Although we were still holding the kiss, our tongues were no longer fencing like before. The tongue movement was much slower now. We both seemed to be concentrating on keeping the right pressure on the clitoris. Changing position then would have ruined the moment for her since she was just about to over the edge. She made a little sound with every short forward thrust. The sound was getting louder as she got closer. A loud moan as she held herself against me with the orgasm flowing through and over my cock. It a most wonderful for me also as vibrated. Now was the perfect time to roll us over and slide my cock inside. She gasped as I entered her with the orgasm growing slightly strong before it eased off. Every few seconds I moved out and gently but quickly back in to make her pussy react again to elicit another sigh from her. Then held still except for taking her face in my hands to give her gentle loving kisses on her eyes and lips.
We rolled onto our sides again to relax. “Your turn to come now,” she announced with a serious look into my eyes.
She decided she wasn’t going to give me time to respond, pushed me onto my back and mounted me slowly with teasing kisses on my neck. The kisses were sending messages directly to my erection and made it twitch. When I was fully inside her she held still a short time before rocking. Leaning forward she met my lips with her tongue and lick my lips. An exhilarating electric current flowed from my lip to my erection, tingling right down my back. Her rhythm with the kisses brought us both to a strong orgasm in a short time. She stayed on top to kiss through the warm afterglow. My cum oozed out of her and my erection waned.
We relaxed cuddling in bed and planning the day before showering and having breakfast. Breakfast was simple and quick. Pat gathered the picnic food while I loaded the car and we headed off to the historic quarry from which stone for our state parliament was quarried. There are always wildflowers in that area, so it’s a good starting point. I have also found the Tinsel Lily there. It looked like this time we were there with the right kind of light that allowed the correct blue to be photographed.
For our picnic, we found a secluded grassed clearing and spread the blanket. As we sat on the blanket I took a strawberry, placed it in her mouth, leaned over to kiss Pat and passed it to her as we kissed.
“Strawberry kisses, how wonderful,” she said with a big smile.
“Only the best for you, dear,” I moved closer to her and continued the kisses giving her a grape.
A tight embrace with a firmer kiss flowed through me like the one before breakfast. My new erection was telling me to forget the picnic and go directly to dessert. From the fumbling, at my belt, it seemed Pat had the same idea. My erection was ready to escape its confines and did so the second the layers allowed it. I kicked off my shoes and slid her pants down, breaking the kiss only to make that easier.
Pat took my scrotum in one hand and fondled it very gently. I was in heaven. When she touched me in that way there was no way I could say no to anything she wanted. One hand fondled and the other stroking me slowly and gently trickled an electric wave through my body. I manoeuvred my head to her groin after I kissed her once more.
Her clitoris was moist and engorged. I licked it. She let out a loud sigh and gave me better access. Long licks down each side of her labia increased her breathing, Her fondling became slightly firmer. Even though she never like giving oral very much because of the salty taste. She took me into her mouth and circle the glans with her tongue. It felt so good it almost distracted me from what I was doing to her. I suck the clit into my mouth and teased it tip with my tongue. Her moan felt like a vibrator on my glans and brought me closer to orgasm. We were both getting close so I suggested that she hop on top and come on me.
Pat mounted me and got right into the rocking. We kissed as she leaned forward. A few more bounces and she orgasmed. Another thrust and came too. I rolled us onto our side as we started. We kissed lovingly through the afterglow.
“That was a lovely appetiser. Now I’m famished,” I chuckled. We finished the picnic with our lower halves naked, dressed, packed up and headed off for some more photography. Along the way, we met a local who pointed us to a location that had a good stand of native orchids.
Pat also found a waterfall to photograph with the soft white water effect.
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