Wilma and Ida have a perfect picnic pussy-eating date in a meadow, which ends with a proposal…

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I inhaled the cool morning air, feelingng its pleasant touch against my skin. Wilma was still getting ready, something I was more than used to, and I stood in front of her house, holding my bike, and waiting for her to come down. The day was promising to be warm and sunny and there was no better way to spend it other than bike to the meadow we used to come to often for picnics and spend our day together. 

I have known Wilma for a long time, for over a decade, ever since we first met in school. I was a new girl and was too shy and too afraid even to try and make new friends, but Wilma was kind enough to come to me and support me through the transition. We soon found out that we had common interests and became inseparable almost instantly. Back then I didn’t know yet that I was attracted to women, but I knew that I liked Wilma. It felt confusing, I thought that it was nothing but a really strong friendship, but, with time, I realized that it was more. 

Of course, I was too afraid to act on my feelings. I didn’t want to ruin the special connection Wilma and I had, I didn’t want to end our friendship in such a terrible way but the truth always finds ways to come out and this one came out too. But, to my luck, even though I was terrified at first, I found out that Wilma shared my feelings, that she felt the same special connection and wanted to share it with me. I was over the moon and since that day we never separated. 

We’ve been together through university, even though we chose different careers and a few years after that. I knew that there was a logical next step, something to make us even closer, but it was one thing I was scared to do, something I wasn’t sure Wilma wanted yet, and that’s why I didn’t pop up a big question yet. 

It took Wilma another ten minutes before she came out the doors but she looked amazing, I had to give her that. Not that she ever looked bad. I loved her shiny, long blond hair and deep green eyes. She was dressed in shorts and blue shorts, sitting tightly on her body. The smile on her face was wide and inviting, just the way it was on the first day we met. I smiled back, fighting the desire to get closer to her and kiss her with all the passion I felt. 

She rolled out her bike, a backpack on her shoulders. She was carrying the food while I did all the other supplies for our picnic. I asked Wilma if she slept well and if she was in a good mood. She promised me, that she was in the best mood and that the only thing that she wanted was to end up in that meadow as soon as possible. I laughed, shaking my head. I wanted it too, but I didn’t want to be too obvious about it. 

We both got on our bikes and drove down the road. The streets were still empty and I hoped that there wouldn’t be too many people on our way there too. It always felt so special to see the streets of the city without pedestrians walking through it as if there were only the two of us in the whole wide world and no one else was there to take us away from that beauty. 

We didn’t talk on our way there, simply enjoying the trip and the feeling of the wind caressing our faces. At some point in relationships, especially if they last as long as ours, you get to the moment when words don’t matter. You can communicate without words, without the need to even look at each other, your thoughts are just in sync and I couldn’t even explain how much this meant to me to have something like this with Wilma. 

Finally, we arrived at the meadow, the one where we used to spend time ever since we were girls and still do so years later. This place was amazing – it was not that far from the city but was still somewhat secluded. The creek was running nearby and the sound of moving water was calming our minds. There were flowers growing through the meadow, colorful and beautiful, making that place even more breathtaking.

I put down the picnic blanket, and a cover for us in case it got windy. Wilma started to bring out the food and it looked more fancy than the sandwiches I was used to. When I asked what it was all about she gave me a strange look before she continued to put it down. I could see cheese, grapes, crackers. When Wilma produced a bottle of champagne out of her backpack and a couple of glasses I knew that something was up, something I didn’t know about, and I was ready to find out what it was. When I asked her what was happening she laughed it off, saying that she just wanted to do something nice to me and I had to let it go. I had a feeling that I’ll find out the answer soon enough and I didn’t want to rush it. 

Finally, our setup was ready and the two of us sat down, looking at the moving water in front of us, breathing in clear air, and enjoying each other. We were still alone and we were going to be alone for some time, but not one of us wanted to see other people get anywhere close to our hiding spot, not until we got a chance to fully enjoy it. That was the moment when Wilma’s attitude changed. 

She took my hand and I felt that her palm was lightly wet when she touched me. I turned to her and saw that Wilma was looking right at me. She looked nervous, I knew her good enough to see it right away, but I didn’t want to ask what it was about before she got a chance to come clean. Wilma swallowed hard and looked me right in the eyes, starting to talk. 

She told me how much our relationship meant to her, how much she loved me ever since that first day she saw me walk into the class, and how she loved growing with me as a person and wanted to continue to do so. Part of me already knew what was coming, but I kept listening to her, kept taking in every word, committing it to the memory. 

Wilma said that she couldn’t imagine her life without me and that she hoped to never need to do so. And that was the moment when she pulled out a small, red, velvet box and opened it to reveal the ring. It was exactly how I imagined it – modest, but still beautiful, with a round emerald at the center. I felt my heart beating fast and tears filling my eyes. This moment was everything I wanted, everything I ever needed. Of course, I accepted her proposal.

She put a ring on my finger and we kissed. It felt like the very first time we did it, overwhelmed with emotions. I was grabbing onto Wilma’s shoulders, pulling her closer, enjoying the feeling of her warm lips against mine. My head was spinning, my body was aching with the need to get closer to her. She was mine and I was hers, always and forever now. 

As we kissed, we got lower on the blanket, while still pressing closer. I didn’t want this moment to end, for our proposal to stop at this moment. I needed more of Wilma, of my future wife, and, since the meadow was still empty, I knew that I could get it. 

I moved my mouth lower and pressed my lips to her neck, teasing a soft skin. Wilma lightly moaned, her body turning soft in my arms. It was a great feeling to know that I had this much power over her and I was planning to use it for good. 

I put my hand down her body, caressing her through the fabric until I didn’t reach her shorts. I unzipped and unbuttoned them, and then pushed my hand in the front of them, under the fabric of her panties, to find a hot wetness underneath. Wilma whimpered once my fingers reached her lips and slipped between them, finding her clit. I smiled, feeling happy and ready to give her an enjoyable moment with me. My mind was spinning, and my heart was pounding, but I knew that I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to be with Wilma, to give her something she would remember, and I was doing everything in my power to make it happen. 

I started to rub her clit, feeling it ache under my fingers. I looked at Wilma, at the expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow, her lips parted. She was taking this moment in and I did so as well. We shared this perfection, we loved it as much as we loved each other, and I knew that I had to go on. 

I stroked her again and again, making her whimper, making her close her legs as she was overwhelmed with emotions. But it wasn’t the only thing she did. Before I knew it, her hand was in the front of my pants as well, teasing me in the same way I did with her. Her movements matched mine, I could feel it and I knew what she was doing – she wanted the both of us to share this, to enjoy this, and I wanted to make it happen for the both of us. 

We were lying on the blanket, in the middle of the meadow, teasing each other, inhaling each other’s moans. My body was burning as I felt her touch and I didn’t want to feel anything more. 

My fingers kept brushing against her clit again and again, faster each time. I was pressing them tighter against her sensitive nub to make her feel good and she did the same to me. Wilma was moaning right in front of me, the sounds sweet and arousing. I was whimpering through my lips too, feeling the hot air between us. I knew that I was going to cum like this, being touched by her while I touched Wilma and I wanted it. Our legs were intertwined and our lips finally locked. We kissed with passion, with desire, our tongues rubbing against each other, until we didn’t meet this perfect moment, didn’t go to this amazing place where we both felt that hot tension on the edge of our pleasure. We kissed each other deeper, our fingers moving faster once again until we both felt it. 

Hot, shaking pleasure ran through me like electricity. I felt my body turn even hotter, the blood making my face burn and my heart pound. I still felt Wilma’s fingers against me, continuing the motions, but I’d had enough, I’ve had what I needed, and this movement was more calming than anything else. I pulled away and looked at her face, the one I loved so much. We would be together forever, I knew at that point, and I wanted it more than anything else.