A beautiful spring day. The sun is shining, nary a cloud in the air, the grass is green and smells sweeter than sweet. Not quite as sweet however as the sight of Karen Gillan sitting across from you licking whipped cream from her lips. What could possibly better? Well, you can certainly think of a few possibilities, none of which are suitable for polite company.
“I think I lost this one.” you say as you cross your legs.
“I think you might be right” she replies, giggling in that way she has. Why is everything about her so cute? Her hair, her skin, her clothes, her brogue… All of them just make you want to scoop her up in your arms and… No, let’s not go there. The whipped cream from earlier was bad enough, but those thoughts have a way of congregating.
“It doesn’t hurt when you cross your legs like that?”
“You’re squeezin’ ’em so tight though!”
“Looks to me like you’re hiding something!” she says as she leans over, with a glint in her eye.
“I’m not!” you protest.
“Prove it. Sit like a gentleman!” Reluctantly, you unfold your legs. “I knew it!” she says happily and sits back.
“Knew what?” you ask, though you’re sure you already know the answer.
“I knew you were hiding something!” she says, trying and failing to waggle her eyebrows.
“Did you want me to just come out and say it?” you ask, flustered.
“It’d be better than coming out and waving it!” she says, giggling again. After the giggles subside, she sobers up. “Although…”
“It’s such a nice day! Almost too nice for clothes!” Your eyes widen in shock. Did she really just say that?? She catches your eye and nods enthusiastically. “We should just take off our clothes and run gayly through the countryside!”
“Or we could just sit here and eat pastries. You be the judge!” Karen takes another one out of the container and bites into it as your mind races. Is this some sort of test? Does she really want you to just strip down and go gallivanting with her? You can think of much better things to do with no clothes on, and somehow you manage to say so, willing yourself not to blush.
“Really now?” she asks in mock curiosity. You nod assent. “And what might those be?”
“I…you…what do you expect me to say to that??”
“I want you to say what you’d do if I did this!” She stands up and with a motion you’re almost sure she practiced lifts her dress over her head. A mischievous breeze wafts it into your face and you struggle madly with It for a moment. You manage to outwit the piece of fabric and toss it to the side. Karen Gillan is standing before you, in nothing but her ‘knickers’ as they say in the UK. Naturally, you’re rather at a loss for words by now, which seems to be the reaction she was hoping for. “Come on then! Or am I going to have to do all the work ’round here?” You stumble to your feet and begin fumbling with your clothes as she watches. “Is that a sonic screwdriver you’ve got there or are you happy to see me?” she giggles, blushing furiously. You drop your pants to the ground and kick them away, standing before her in nothing but your boxers. “Well! I’ve never heard of anyone keeping their screwdriver in there before!” she says. Suddenly, she leans forward and kisses you square on the mouth. You’re startled, but try and return the kiss as best as you can. After no more than 30 seconds, she breaks away and awkwardly pulls your boxers down. Karen jerks her head back to avoid getting bonked in the face with your erection and stares at it, apparently fascinated. “I’ve never seen one this…happy before.” she says, moving her hand up and down its length in wonderment.
“Nnng!” You let out a strangled choking noise.
“Did that hurt?” Karen asks in concern. You shake your head no, forcing yourself to think desperately unsexy thoughts. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” she says in as husky a voice as she can muster. You have to chuckle at that and she smiles happily. She gives you a few more strokes before she lets go. “Let’s get on with it then!” she says and takes you by the hand, pulling you down to the blanket. She squeals in delight as you position yourself at her entrance and ease your way in. She wraps her arms around you and urges you deeper. You dig your nails into your palm to avoid orgasming again. She’s so damn tight around you…!
You begin thrusting into her, slowly, carefully, trying to hold off as long as possible. She’s not making it easy though, with her little whimpers. She turns her head and whispers something In your ear, but with so much of your attention devoted to keeping your composure, you’re barely able to make out what she says. “I’m almost there…”?
“No one around to hear you. Go ahead and let it out.” you reply on the inward stroke. Sure enough, she reaches her climax. You clench your hands tighter as she yells this fact to the sky. “Not sure how much more I can take myself…” you mutter and pick up the pace.
Karen continues making these amazing little sounds as you continue pounding her. A moan here, a lilting ‘mm, right there’; she even giggles a little as you cup one of her perky little breasts in your hand. All too soon, you can feel your release coming. “Karen, I’m…I’m almost done,” you say frantically and try to pull out quickly. She stops you with the tip of her finger on your lips.
“Do it inside me.” she says softly.
“Not as much of a mess.” she replies and you inch your way back inside. A few seconds later, you cum loudly and she lets out another of those damn whimpers. Your eyes almost glaze over and it just keeps coming (no pun intended)! Finally, your orgasm subsides and you can relax, your muscles unclenching and heartrate lowering. You’re still on top of her and remain that way for several minutes, both of you panting heavily.
Eventually you roll off of her and stare up into the sky dreamily. “We should do this again sometime!” she murmurs, squeezing your hand. Unable to formulate words, you nod vigorously. “Where are my knickers?” Karen asks abruptly as she sits up. You shrug. “You’re sitting on them!” she giggles, trying to push you away. You reluctantly sit up and let her retrieve them. You dress together, passing articles of clothing between each other. She briefly floats the idea of you wearing the dress on your way to town, but you manage to talk her out of it.
You begin packing up the lunch, only to turn when she calls your name. You turn to her, mouth opening with a query, and she stuffs a pastry in. You struggle to dispose of it, much to her amusement, and offer her your arm. She takes it and you begin the walk back to civilization…