Spread Your Wings

Alex and Rebecca play out their fantasy date. Constructive feedback appreciated.

ALEX

We’ve been planning this date for a while now, on the crisp winter's days huddling inside talking about what we could do and what we wanted from it; the important part was that it needed to be a warm day. So here we are in mid-July after a few near-abandoned attempts where the Met Office’s prediction of a heatwave didn’t quite come to light. We’ve planned a lot of this day together, but Rebecca is already here. I’ve parked up on a dirt track, fifteen minutes away from the main road and grabbed my things and set off on the path that will lead me to the spot of one of our first dates. After walking among the trees for about ten minutes, the sun glinting through the rustling leaves, I finally see the clearing ahead. The path opens into a large patch of grass with wildflowers randomly popping up from the ground. The whole area is filled with sunlight, except for some of the edges in the shadows of the trees. Of course, this is where I find Rebecca.

She’s about 5’9, with blonde hair that reaches down her back. Her long neck on top of her slim, but surprisingly strong, upper body and her waist curving into an unsurprisingly strong pair of legs she’s developed from her latest hobby of kickboxing. She’s wearing one of her favourite summer dresses, white with a pattern of deeply coloured paintbrush strokes, it has small straps and starts just above her breasts dropping down to below her knees. And I am under no illusion that she’s decided that a bra is unnecessary on a day like today.

She’s laid out a blanket and placed her bag on it next to a wicker basket; she’s also grabbed four logs to put on each corner, I haven’t felt a breeze strong enough to knock a petal off a dandelion since leaving the car, let alone carry our blanket away but she’ll always do it out of habit. I love that about her, but I’ll never be able to miss the opportunity to make fun of her for things like this. As I approach, blowing as hard as I can in her direction I proclaim “It’s passed the test, the blanket and our belongings will be safe from any gales that may come our way!” She turns and smirks at me with a little glare which we both know means, “Stop making fun of me, but please don’t actually stop, I love it really but won’t admit it.”

She bounds over to wrap me in a big hug, which I happily return, the force sending us into a little spin, I have to work to keep us up right before stealing a kiss. Resisting the urge to pull her in for a deeper kiss, I pull my head back and look into her bright green eyes; I don’t even need to look at her mouth to know she’s beaming. “All set?” I ask. “Absolutely, go drop your things and then maybe I’ll drop this” she responds, tugging at her dress.

Fighting every urge to throw my bag over to hers as quickly as possible I decide on a more ‘cool’ approach and casually saunter over to the blanket and carefully place my bag down. By the time I turn around, Rebecca has already managed to make it to the tree line on the other side and with a cheeky smile she hooks both her thumbs underneath the straps of her dress and lifts them to the side of her arms, turns around, and lets the dress float to the floor. It was already obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, but no underwear at all is an unexpected treat. She looks incredible, the sunlight on her skin makes me jealous, I want to be able to touch it too. Her ass is something she’s particularly proud of and she knows I can’t resist it. With a simple wiggle of her hips, and without even looking at me, she steps out of the dress and continues walking into the trees and out of view. I know she’s smug, she always loves an opportunity to tease me.


REBECCA

I can’t resist the urge to tease Alex, it’s just too easy, sometimes I’ll take that little bit longer when getting ready in the morning, standing naked while I figure out what clothes to wear, I usually know the night before what I’ll be wearing anyway. But what can I say, it’s fun, and I feel sexy knowing that I can distract him so easily and I have no doubt that right now he’ll be calculating how long is reasonable to wait before following me.

I walk through the trees, noticeably a little cooler now I’m out of the sun, and the odd leaf softly strokes my skin and a branch not so softly scratches against me; within a couple of minutes the warmth of the sun hits me again and I’m staring at the glittering water of the lake where we paddled a couple of years ago. The sky is mostly clear with the odd wispy cloud floating through the air and the sun nearly at its highest.

The first time we were here we spent at least an hour telling each other of all the terrible dates we’d been on with people; thankfully, that date didn’t get added to the list. This is a special place we stumbled upon, we’d gone for a walk in the woods and ended up walking without thinking and then we found the shoreline and couldn’t believe no one else was around. We even checked afterwards to ensure we hadn’t accidentally found our way onto someone’s private beach. You can see people off in the distance as little dots, and every time we’ve come here we’ve never seen another person and we both refuse to tell anyone else about it, it’s greedy, but we like that it can be our secret spot.

I love the feeling of being naked in the sun and it’s so rare I get the opportunity and every touch feels so good. I stroke down my arms and over my hip letting a fingernail drag down my thigh as I walk towards the water's edge. Instinctively I inhale sharply as the water hits my feet, but it’s warm, and it makes it easy to keep walking, it gets a little cooler the further I go but it’s refreshing more than it is cold. I turn around expecting to see Alex watching me but he’s nowhere to be seen; he’s either being remarkably restrained or lost. Then I see something coming through the trees just as I manage to get far enough into the water that my feet aren’t able to touch the bottom and I’m kicking my feet to keep my head from going under.

Alex appears, in the sunshine, no doubt he’s quietly annoyed that he didn’t get here 30 seconds sooner. He’s a few inches taller than me, at my height people would say he’s got an athletic build, but being a bit taller makes him seem skinnier than he is. He doesn’t have much body hair and the little hair that he does have is so fine that you can’t even see it at a distance. His biceps are well defined but beyond that you don’t see much muscle on the surface, and his legs have always been quite skinny, I always enjoy comparing mine to his - I only do it because I know that while mine are more defined, his are so much stronger, and he knows it too. He has more feminine facial features, accentuated by his shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights and matching hazel eyes. Disappointingly, he’s still fully dressed, wearing a light blue linen shirt with more chest showing than he was when he first arrived, and knee-length pale green shorts - he must have picked them out specially, he knows I love those colours on him.

As he walks closer he unbuttons his shirt slowly, leaving it to sway for a few steps before turning around and mockingly shrugging his shoulders so that it falls to the ground effortlessly. He unbuttons and unzips his shorts, again letting them drop to rest on the pebbles. He thinks he’s so clever, as much as I can’t resist teasing him, he can’t resist getting a small dose of revenge. “Woooooo, yeah, take them off” I shout to him. He turns his head to give a little smirk before pulling down his pale purple boxers and stepping out of them. “Don’t be shy, show me that cock.” I can see him stifle a laugh before he starts to shimmy-dance his way towards the water backwards, he’s determined not to show me more than I showed him. I’m not going to complain though, he has a great ass, the kind you want to take a bite out of. I ogle him as he awkwardly edges closer and closer to the water, I can’t help but giggle. Then out of nowhere, he stumbles, falling straight back into the water before jumping up with heavy breaths, and quickly styles it out with his hands on his hips like it was all part of his grand plan.

It’s my turn to mock, “Smoooth, maybe leave the teasing to me, honey. Great cock by the way.” He smiles in defeat, and wades into the water towards me “Well, I’ve shown you mine, I think it’s about time you show me yours”. Alex lowers himself further into the water and begins to swim the couple of meters distance between us before taking a big breath and dunking himself under the surface. I jokingly cover myself with my arms but I can’t help but take pity and allow my hands to float up beside me after a few seconds. I can see him looking me up and down, before popping back up and smiling, “I think we’re even now”, he’s not even trying to hide the smugness in his voice.

I splash some water at him and quickly lunge forward to wrap my arms around him before he can retaliate. I can feel him kicking furiously to keep us both afloat, but his expression remains calm and his stare is unavoidable. Ever since the first time I saw him, I’ve always found his eyes and smile irresistible, but right now his lips with water droplets threatening to fall from them are what I want most.


ALEX

I love the warmth of Rebecca and my heart still races when she comes closer to me and brushes her lips against mine, the light breaths make it impossible for me to do anything but pull her closer to me and kiss her, she lets out a loud satisfied exhale. I can feel her nipples against my chest and no doubt she can feel my erection against her thigh. I don’t know who leads who but within seconds our tongues are twisting around one another, breaths increasing and then all sound becomes muffled… because I’ve been so distracted that I have stopped kicking and I’m underwater. After a few quick kicks I’m back in the sun, Rebecca clearly managed to keep her focus a bit better than I did and kept herself afloat. She looks at me, still beaming, “I hate the stereotype, but you really are bad at multitasking.”

”You have a point, how about I stick to one simple task then?” I clear the water from my face and let my whole body rise to the surface, the heat of the sun bathing my face and chest, then my stomach, my cock as it pokes above the surface and finally my legs and feet. The feeling of floating in warm(ish) water with the sun beating down is one of my favourites, it calms my mind instantly and as it quietens I lift a hand and let the water droplets drip over my body, I dip my hand back in the water and repeat, playing with the heights and body parts, focusing on the feeling of a single droplet cooling a tiny part of my skin before it slides down and back into the water. Some have no effect, some give a short sharp shock, and some send little lightning bolts over a wide area of my body. My stomach is the most responsive and the most unpredictable, the intensity I feel from each droplet keeps changing which only makes it all the more enjoyable.

I turn my head to find Rebecca, having taken inspiration from me, floating as well, her hair floating gently behind her, a perfect picture of serenity. The light bounces off of her in all directions and I can see her fingers softly caressing her skin, searching for the spots that create the lightning crackles for her. I already know it will be around her ribs and inner thighs, she knows it too, but it doesn’t mean she won’t confirm it by touching every part of her she can. She runs a hand over the top of her leg and the other hand traces around her breasts. They’re small and pale, accentuated by dark nipples which, when they’re hard like they are right now, form peaks that water runs down effortlessly to pool in the nook of her neck. She wraps a hand around her left breast and squeezes tightly while pinching her nipple letting out a low moan as she does and I can’t help but mimic her, I don’t have sensitive nipples but at this moment I feel like I’m channelling Rebecca’s feelings as I copy her movement and reach my other hand to stroke my leg. I follow along as Rebecca moves her hand on her leg over her inner thigh up the crease of her hip, snaking over her stomach and belly button all while massaging her breast and continues moving until she’s found her way up to her neck and her face; delicate little touches across her lips, her button nose, eyelids, and ears.

I let out an involuntary content murmur which brings her attention to me. She meets my gaze and moves her hand to her belly, and then to her side - she’s testing me, she knows I’m copying her. With a cheeky grin, she spreads her legs apart and moves both her hands to rest on her pubic bone crossing her thumbs and placing her fingers on either side of her pussy in a diamond shape. She raises an eyebrow at me almost taunting me and I happily follow suit creating the same shape with my hands over my cock it creates a tightness that pulls on my foreskin sending pleasant sensations all the way down to my balls. Rebecca lets out an approving hum and closes her eyes and leans her head back, letting one hand begin to rub her pussy and the other continuing the exploration of her thighs. I keep one hand in place but wrap the middle finger underneath my balls to form a ring with my thumb and lightly place the palm of my other hand on the head of my penis so I can slowly work the precum over it and down the rest of my cock before returning to the head and gripping lightly with my whole hand and running it back down before releasing and repeating, playing with the pressure, alternating a tighter hold on my balls when I have a lighter grip on my cock. Happy moans flow with the strokes. It feels amazing, but I already know I’m in dangerous territory.


REBECCA

I can hear Alex enjoying himself and it only turns me on more, pinching my inner thigh and dragging my nails over my skin while I play with my pussy. The waters are calm, but even the smallest waves hitting me send little surges of pleasure through my body. I cup myself so my palm can massage and find every spot I like, curling my finger to get the accuracy I want and need when I discover something that feels good. I have to fight with the water to make sure I can maintain my position while still staying afloat; I bring an arm to wrap around my ribs like a hug, using it to push my breasts up and I slowly slide my middle finger inside of me with a relieved exhale, a slow but steady rhythm as I move in and out, breathing in time to it. I can hear Alex moaning louder, I open my eyes to see him massaging the head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger.

”I hate to interrupt, but don’t forget the rule.”

Alex stops and looks at me with a frustrated little growl. “It’s a stupid rule.”

”It’s your rule! It just so happens that I agreed because it’s more likely to frustrate you and you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

”Fine, but I’ll leave stern feedback for the people who arranged this little trip.”

We agreed on a rule that we could only cum once before any fucking, Alex thought it would make things fun to see how long we could resist. The bonus for me is that I can tease him for another minute as I continue to play with myself moaning a little louder to get my point across as I slide a second finger in. I only manage a couple of strokes before I know I need to stop or there will be no going back and he would never let me live that one down, time to get back to safer territory. Reluctantly I bring my fingers out, roll onto my front and paddle to Alex, “Hop on, I’ll give you a lift, you look a little out of breath” I say as I stop in front of him. He grins and comes around the back of me wrapping his arms around me and placing a hand on each boob. “Really? You just can’t resist can you?”

”I just thought this would give you an unobstructed ride, it’s purely for efficiency,” he says smugly.

I swim back to the shore with Alex bobbing along behind me and I hate to say it, but the feeling of him squeezing my tits for the short journey is pretty nice. Alex kisses me lightly on the back and lets go so that we can both stumble out of the water and towards the towels I’d laid out before Alex arrived. Laying down quietly, the heat of the sun feels even hotter than when we got into the lake and it’s drying us quickly, I only get to enjoy the sensations of a few more droplets escaping down my skin to the towel before the others evaporate away. Both of us distract each other when turning over to dry our backs leading to another few minutes of making out before the growl of Alex’s stomach ushers us onto the next item on the agenda. “If you insist, lunchtime it is.”


ALEX

It’s not the first time I’ve been cock-blocked by my stomach, but this time I’m mildly relieved. I was running late this morning, so breakfast consisted of two mini flapjacks, some not-so-toasted toast with butter, and half a cup of Rebecca’s coffee - I’m starving, and with the relaxing sun, my stomach is all too happy to make that fact known.

We grab our towels and return to the blanket in the clearing, our hair still wet and dripping down our backs as we go. I insist we pull the blanket into the sun, partly for the hair, and partly because the heat feels too good and the sun looks too good on Rebecca. We’re both comfortable being naked and I came to terms a long time ago that in these kinds of situations, I’m going to have an erection for 90% of the time and just own it. I’ve never seen anyone here at the same time as us and today even that wouldn’t stop me, if somebody caught us, I’d probably ignore them as long as they didn’t disturb our date, we’ve been waiting for it for too long.

Both of us sit down, it’s one of those classic picnic blankets, with multi-colour checks and tassels at the ends, the key difference to the classic? It’s not wool, thank God, I don’t think I could cope with the itching and the warmth. Rebecca opens up the wicker hamper she’d been beginning to prepare this morning just before I left and pulls out a silly amount of food: apples, bananas, strawberries, blueberries, cheese (three different kinds), crackers, a full loaf of freshly baked bread, a meat platter, a variety of chutneys and dips, crisps, scones with jam, and a selection of pastries and cakes from the local cafe. And of course water (still and sparkling) with three different cordials.

This is very Rebecca, I love it about her, particularly when it so happens that I don’t have to carry the basket here.

”This looks amazing, thank you.” Rebecca smiles with eyes like a puppy who knows they’ve done well. I should stop there, but I can’t help but continue. “Though I did hope for a beef wellington today.” Her smile turns to a scowl and before I can blink, she’s grabbed a blueberry and thrown it with precision to bonk me on the nose and the scowl has turned back to a smile, this time filled with smug satisfaction and followed by a giggle. We tuck in, I have to fight the urge to try everything, I know what’s to come and I’d prefer the option where I’m able to move, so I try my best to avoid the carbs and any of the stodgier-looking treats - though I’m never able to resist a pastel de nata.

As we eat, we listen to the birds singing around us and watch them fly backwards and forwards between the trees. I have no doubts they’re eyeing up our feast hoping we’ll leave some crumbs for them, which we absolutely will. Eventually, we finish up and settle on opposite ends of the blanket to give ourselves time to digest. I almost think Rebecca has strategically placed the hamper and food so that in lying down all I can see are her legs, head, shoulders and a little bit of side boob. The only consolation is that I know she can only see a similar amount of me, fair is fair after all.

We spend the next ten minutes chatting about random things, playing a few rounds of I-spy, and picking out our favourite birds based on their song and their patterns. Then, having only managed to make a small dent, we start to pack things back into the hamper; at least we’ll have plenty to eat tonight. “Well now that we have our energy levels back, is it time for us to join the birds?” Rebecca gleefully jumps up nodding and moves over to where we dropped our things.

We love birds and when the autumn came and the birds began to disappear, we talked about how much we were going to miss them until they all reappeared again during the spring. One night we imagined what it would be like to fly, the one drawback being that we both have a debilitating fear of heights so no skydives for us, but one thing we could have? Wings. We spent the winter months sitting in our living room designing and making our own sets of wings, we massively underestimated the task and needed to spend a long time searching for how to do it and how to get the right materials. We each designed our own set and I’ve never had so much fun crafting with someone. Once we were finished we put them on and they were amazing, they had a surprisingly pleasant weight to them, but wearing them inside wasn’t right and the drizzle outside didn’t fill us with a desire to go frolicking out in the garden with them. And that’s when we decided that we’d arrange today, and like so many things, life got in the way and it’s taken longer to get here than we’d hoped, but we’re here now and that’s what matters.

I watch as Rebecca picks up her wings and secures them with shoulder straps and a thin chest strap. They’re pure white, rising to her head and swooping below her knees. They’re very similar to traditional angel wings, each feather meticulously placed and I have no doubts that they will not remain as pristine as they are right now. She runs around the perimeter of the clearing and I can see the feathers at the edges dancing with the breeze she’s creating. Her hair is a little wrinkled from our dip and trails behind her until she slows down and it rests against her wings, she looks stunning. I wander over to get my wings as well, they’re not light, but they’re not cumbersome either, they almost create a sense of comfort as I slip my arms through the straps and clip them in place. Just as I finish getting ready, Rebecca comes flying past shouting “Come on, catch me if you can!”


REBECCA

I am a lot faster than Alex, but it’s no fun if I lap him so I make sure to slow down a bit, to let him get closer before speeding up a bit to create more space and slowing down again so that he can catch me up. The warm air on my skin and the drag on my wings are incredible, and I know Alex will be feeling the same, increasing as I speed up and wishing I could will them to flap and lift me into the air enough to glide over the grass. I turn my head to see Alex, a determination in his eyes as he chases after me, his hand outstretched whenever he gets close to me. His wings are mostly made from brown feathers with white ones thrown in to create a pattern similar to his blonde highlights. They’re shorter than mine too and a little wider, while mine are more similar to traditional angel wings his closer resemble bird wings. As I’m taking in the sight of him, finding it hard not to laugh as his cock and balls bounce up and down with each stride, his face suddenly turns serious as he shouts “Tree!”

I turn around just in time to spot the trunk of a large oak getting bigger before me, my long strides reduced to short sharp steps slowing me down just in time to come to a stop with the palms of my hands resting on the warm bark. It turns out that even with the advanced warning, Alex isn’t quite as good at stopping as I am and just as I think I’m safe I hear his footsteps behind me and I brace as the weight of his body presses against mine, my arms spreading wide to embrace the oak. Alex slowed down enough that it doesn’t hurt, my body sandwiched between his and the tree, the light but pleasant scratches of the bark on my stomach, breasts, and arms. I let Alex know I’m okay, “so it looks like you can catch me after all”. I push my butt back into his crotch a little, but instead of the usual feeling of his cock against me, I get the softness of the feathers which only encourages me to squirm a little more to experience the sensation longer.

Alex takes advantage of the space I’ve created between me and the tree, still using his weight to push my upper body into the tree he reaches his hand around me, letting his fingers float over my hip, around to my belly button, and slowly down to my pussy, spreading his fingers so his whole hand covers me, large circular motions have me purring instantly. It’s not long before he’s focused three fingers on rubbing my clit pressing hard at first and getting softer as I make my enjoyment known to him. I reach a hand down to feel myself, wet already and happily let my finger slide up and down my labia. I’m able to play with myself and push on Alex’s hand to get more pressure on my clit while he’s playing with me, I suspect I could stay like this for hours. Instead, I reach my hand over my head and behind me, the softness of the feathers against my wrist and forearm before I feel Alex’s tongue on my fingers and then his lips as he locks them around my fingers and sucks the full length of them with a satisfied moan. Just as I think he’s about to release them he takes them back, for one last taste. “Well, now I’ve had a taste of you, I want more.”

Alex spins me around and presses me back against the tree, my disappointment at losing his hand on me is short-lived as I see him drop to his knees before dragging his tongue from the bottom of my pussy up into a kiss on my clitoris with a deep growl of pleasure that almost has me cumming on the spot. I reach both hands into his long hair, one stroking through it and over to his wings while the other grips tightly so that I can maintain control over him, at least a little bit. The sight of him below me with his long hair and brown wings, is beautiful, every few licks he stares up at me, like he’s worshipping me. For the next five minutes, I am more than happy to let him worship me, but as much as I can tell he wants me like this for an hour more, I want him to. I pull his head back, reluctantly for us both and place my foot in the centre of his chest.


ALEX

With a slight push from Rebecca, I fall onto my back, closing my eyes instinctively but once I’ve landed safely I open them to see her positioning herself over my head. She slowly drops to her knees and my heart skips with excitement as she lowers herself onto my face; I gladly receive her and waste no time taking as much of her as I can. She rocks against me so that I’m exactly where she wants me to be. I love the sweet taste of Rebecca and it’s one of the things that can make me lose control and get completely lost in the moment, but I am still aware enough to feel her lean over and wrap one hand around the base of my cock and take it in her mouth. Her tongue circling my head, and I can’t help but mimic the same on her clit. I can hear her inhale deeply before she takes my full length; an involuntary gasp follows quickly from me. It feels like an eternity passes before she releases, gulping in the air afterwards. She squeezes the base of my cock and moves her hand up to the tip, no doubt trying to get every drop of precum to gather, glistening at the top of my cock. I feel the light lick from the tip of Rebecca’s tongue, both of us aware of our love of the taste and if I wasn’t getting to taste her then I’d be mildly jealous. Once again she wraps her lips around me and increases the speed, stroking my balls and teasing my perineum and asshole with her finger. I can’t stifle the moans any longer but Rebecca makes sure to grind herself on me to make sure I know not to get distracted and to keep my attention on her. I know I won’t be able to last much longer like this, and I’m praying this isn’t a day when she chooses to edge me, as she has enjoyed on so many occasions before.

She sucks long and deep and using the saliva dripping down the shaft to help her, she pushes a finger against my hole and I breathe out so it can slip inside of me with ease. It’s not long before I can feel my cock swelling and Rebecca is clearly aware of it too. She grinds herself on me harder, mimicking the speed she’s sucking me. Her finger finds its way to my prostate and she presses into it. It begins to pulse as my cock starts to throb and seconds later my cum is filling her mouth. I’m moaning into her pussy and spasming underneath her body, she lifts her hips taking the sweet taste away from me, my moans no longer muffled by her fill the air and my body continues to twitch; she lowers herself back onto me and even in foggy headed with bliss I know what to do, I push my tongue inside of her and I’ve no doubt she’s close now, her moans getting louder and louder.

Without warning, she sits herself up and scooches onto my chest; I can’t help but let out a little disappointed whine when I realise that I won’t get to experience her cumming on me this very second. She slowly slides her finger out of me, bringing about another nice pleasure-filled wriggle. Rebecca turns around and with a satisfied little gulp, swallows my cum and leans down to kiss me. A nice surprise as I realise the little treat she’s saved for me, passing the last little bit of cum to me which I gladly receive and quietly swallow down. She lays herself half on the grass beside me and half draped on top of me, feathers tickling my stomach as she lightly caresses my chest. I turn to her, “I guess that was my one then. You’re falling behind”.

“Well, why don’t you get me caught up” she retorts with a smile.


REBECCA

Alex pushes himself to his feet, and with an added bounce he makes his way to a nearby tree and calls for me to close my eyes. The intrigue is enough for me to play along, my eyes are closed but the sunlight is still bright enough that I need to turn my head away from the sky. A few moments pass and I can hear Alex’s footsteps getting closer. I know I’m completely safe and I trust Alex implicitly but instincts creep in and I can feel my heart race a little faster and my body tense a little. A few more seconds and with the unexpected sensation I get on my skin I can’t help but open my eyes, only for a second before I shut them again. It’s just enough time for me to see the branch in Alex’s hand, I get a playful tap with it from Alex as he lets me know he caught me looking. Knowing what it is now, I relax my body as the branch moves down my right arm from the shoulder, along my tricep, my apparently very sensitive inner elbow, down the inside of my forearms to my wrist and finally to my fingers. It’s not simply a single twig though, it’s a branch with at least three twigs that make contact with my skin at different points. As he moves it back up my arm, letting it catch the side of my torso, gentle tingles pass through my body and I relax even more with a light exhale.

Then nothing, the branch is removed and it’s a few seconds before I’m flinching again as I feel it on my hip, then dragging over my stomach and making its way down the opposite leg. I squirm and manoeuvre myself to make my thighs more accessible, which earns another tap and an unmistakable little chuckle from Alex. I raise my arms over my head to make myself as long as possible and Alex is a little more obliging this time. From the top of my left foot, I feel the scratches up my body, to the tips of my fingers and then back down my right arm. This time he takes a detour across my breasts, digging in a little harder and I have no doubt intentionally catching against my nipple. That results in a little yelp, but nothing I couldn’t say I enjoyed deep down. Carrying on over my stomach and finally to my inner thighs, he moves it so slowly, it’s a wonderful torture and I suspect it’s quite obvious just how good it feels to me.

The sensation lingers even when the branch is pulled away and I feel Alex’s hands in mine as he encourages me to my feet with an instruction to keep my eyes closed. His soft hands stroke down my chest, a stark contrast to the feeling moments ago, but just as tantalising, both hands simultaneously circling my breasts and then spreading to the side and then the strangest sensation. His hands are no longer on my body, but I can hear the light ruffle as they spread over the feathers of my wings and it’s like they’re somehow connected to me, I get the same tingling through my body as he explores methodically. I can feel him shift and move behind me pushing the palms of his hands on the backs of the wings and stroking them down from top to bottom. I can’t help but place a hand between my legs and feel how wet I am, a little moan to let Alex know I’m enjoying myself.

Alex wraps his hand around my waist and coaxes my hand away from me, but it doesn’t take long to know why he’s denying me my fun. The unmistakable feeling of a feather glides over my ass and winds its way all over my body sending shivers through me. Alex presses up against me from behind, his arm still firmly wrapped around me, steadying me and taking my weight as the hand with the feather teases my labia, the shivers all over my body instantly become concentrated there, creating a heat and I try and push myself closer to the feather to get more pressure but it doesn’t come. Alex strokes my pussy, literally, feather-light, bottom to top, repeating, with the occasional lingering circle on my clitoris. His arm holds me tighter as my legs become more and more like jelly and my breathing intensifies. The lightness of the touch creates the longest build and with each breath, I think I’m going to go over the edge, but it doesn’t happen, each stroke is a beautiful torture accentuated by the firm hold Alex has on me with his other arm. I can feel Alex’s breath in my hair and my growing orgasm gets closer and closer until finally, with one more slow stroke of the feather, I cry out as my body shakes and Alex takes my entire weight.

As the moments pass and the shakes start to subside Alex kisses the back of my ear and whispers, “That makes it one each, need a break?”. The tricksy tone in his voice, he’s antagonising me; he’s not asking if I need a break, he’s challenging me to see if I can go without a break. I don’t care that I’m letting him win this one, it’s worth it, I tilt my head up and open my eyes so I can look at him directly, “Unlike you, I don’t need a break, so why aren’t you fucking me already?”.

He still has my weight, and he wraps his other arm around me to lower me to the grass below, he pulls apart my legs and positions himself between them, the sun forcing a silhouette of Alex with his wings over me, a sight I will never forget. The aftershocks of my first orgasm are only just fading away as I feel Alex push his hard cock inside of me instantly intensifying them again, I can’t help but let a scream of pleasure escape from me. Alex gave me soft and delicate with the feather, but that’s not what he’s giving me now. He fucks me fast and hard, bringing his cock out of my pussy before thrusting back inside of me. I reach up to wrap my hand in his hair and pull him down into a kiss, or as much of a kiss as I can give amongst the moans. He doesn’t let up for a second, the noise of his skin contacting mine in short sharp slaps only increases the sensations rippling through my body.

I have to will my body to have the strength to get me where I want to be, wrapping my arms and a leg around him and rolling to flip him onto his back while he’s still inside of me. I sit up as the sun bathes my face and breasts, I didn’t think I could feel any sexier than I do right now. I can see white feathers dancing through the grass around us, some stuck between the feathers of Alex’s wings. I grind my hips against him to feel him deep inside of me, steadying myself with my hands on his chest; my energy begins to fade a little, but Alex grabs my hips and ass firmly and pulls me towards him with each thrust. I don’t think my first orgasm has even finished, but amongst the pleasure, I feel another one building.

“I’m going to come again, Alex.”

”Me too.”

It only takes a few more fast thrusts and I feel Alex’s cock get harder and harder until it’s throbbing inside of me, his warm cum filling me and that sends me over the edge. The intensity tears through me and out of my mouth as I match Alex’s cries of pleasure, our muscles tensing and our bodies contorting. I have no concept of how long the sensations are washing over me but eventually, my body begins to relax followed by the sudden realisation that there is no energy left in it. It collapses on top of Alex and both our bodies shake a little longer in each other's arms, we breathe heavily and the air is filled with whatever involuntary noises pass our lips. Nothing can compare to the bliss I’m feeling right now and I hope Alex is feeling the same levels of pleasure, contentedness and sheer sexual exhaustion as me as we hold each other sandwiched between our wings which appear to have whatever the feathery wing equivalent of bedhead would be.

I rest my head against Alex’s chest and listen to his heartbeat, still beating quickly, the odd convulsion shakes our bodies and his cock slowly softens inside of me. A part of me wants to go again, but even I know when a little rest is needed. Once again getting lost in his eyes I quietly whisper “I love you Alex” and I get the response that I know is coming but is still filled with all the genuine feelings, “I love you to Rebecca”. And we lay there in the sun, basking in the post-great sex glow as we listen to the rustling of the leaves in the trees and the tweeting of the birds who no doubt got a peek at quite the show. I no longer have any sense of time but eventually, our eyes begin to close and we drift off into a well-earned nap wondering what will happen the next time we put on our wings for each other.