Picnic Activities

“Oppa~”

“Yes, Tomi-chan?”

“Mhmmm... I’m horny.”

You turn your head against the picnic blanket and see her with a big smile staring at the sky, hands folded over her stomach, a ray of golden hour sunlight forcing her to squint a little.

“Nobody else is here, oppa.”

“You sure?”

Her hands unfold. One lands on your stomach. Her fingers do a walking motion, teasing the direction they want to land on.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Hitomi-yah, we might get caught.”

She presses her palm flat over you through your shorts. Closed-lip smile at the sky.

“But oppa, you’re already getting hard.”

“Because you just—”

“I barely touched it.”

“Tomi-chan...”

“Eeeee~” She rolls onto her side. Her hand slips under the waistband of your shorts in one casual move. “Oppa look at me. Is this really the time to complain?”

You stop complaining.

Her fingers wrap around you and she counts under her breath. Ichi~ Ni~ San~ Then she squeezes your cockhead and your hips lift off the blanket.

“There you are, found it.”

“Found what?”

“The spot.” Her thumb passes back over it, slower. “This right here oppa. Mhmmm... Okay~”

You roll toward her. Your hand finds the hem of her skirt and pushes up. She watches your face the whole time, eyes round and waiting.

“Mhmmmmm~” She presses her forehead to your shoulder. “That’s it oppa. Please don’t stop—”

You put two fingers inside her.

“—that’s good.” Her hand stutters on you. “That’s so good oppa.”

She finds her rhythm. You match yours to hers. Both hands working. Her hand is small and focused. Her free hand finds your jaw, holding your face.

“Oppa.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s continue this at home later, ok?”

“Of course, Tomi-chan.”

She giggles into your neck, and her thumb skillfully goes over the base of you that empties your head, and you can feel her slick cunt tightening around your fingers at the same time. She lets out cute small giggles.

“Oppa, I think—mhmmmm, I’m cumming~”

She cums around your fingers first. She lets out a small surprised sound. She’s giggling and squeezing your fingers at the same time coating them with her slick. You don’t know how she’s doing both.

You finish into her palm seconds after.

For a while neither of you moves.

Then she lifts her hand, looks at her palm, looks at you, and gives you the biggest, most adorable smile.

“Love you Oppa~”

She wipes her hand on the grass next to the blanket. Her other hand stays inside your shorts, not moving, just resting against you. She tucks her head under your chin.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, Tomi-chan?”

“Thank you for not saying no.”

“You said you were horny.”

“Mhmm~” Her fingers curl gently around you again holding you but not stroking. “Just in case you want a second round.”