Date: 7 Feb 1999 07:38:07 -0800
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Fireworks for Guy Fawkes Day

Picnic Boy -- The Delivery -- Fireworks for Guy Fawkes Day

by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>


He was thirteen. He was a virgin.

She was twenty-three. And not a virgin by any means.

A difference of ten years between a man and a woman is like nothing
compared to the same span between a woman and a boy. But it was not a
gulf to be bridged, rather a chasm into which he fell, headlong, eyes
open.

Peter left his delivery bicycle proped against the "For Lease" sign
on the lawn of the large house at the end of the wooded cul-de-sac
and took two of the three sacks of groceries from the basket over the
front wheel. He'd just returned from three weeks of touring with his
Scout group, he would be a while getting use to riding this old
clunker. He was still wearing the lycra-goretex skin suit he'd worn
on the tour, practically lived in it for the whole time. On some
days, when the group was riding along the river, they would do twenty
miles in the morning and then stop for a swim and lunch. The kids
would swim nude, rinse out their riding togs and then nap on the
sunny rocks before lunch. Another twenty or thirty miles in the
afternoon and they might get to swim again, or perhaps have a shower
before tea and sleeping.

Now he approched the kitchen door of this house with two heavy sacks
and groped with his tongue and teeth for the bell rope. The door was
opened by a woman who could have been one of the kids he'd just been
riding with--except she was beautiful. Her boyish, elfin face, with
green eyes set wide apart, was framed by thick long black hair
falling away over a blue silk robe decorated with gold and red
dragons. She was hastily drawing the robe about her and tying the
belt as she pushed the door open with one bare foot. Peter was
arrested by her stunning looks; the robe barely covered the mounds of
her breasts and the awakening in his groin that had begun during the
ride whenever he would swim and sun on the rocks with the other
children now blossomed fourth with a frowardness that puzzled him.

When Pietra saw that her delivery boy was really just a boy she
marvled at her good fortune on this first day in her new home and
left off completing the knot in her belt to open the door wider and
help the lad with his load. When she set the sack on the kitchen
counter a loop of belt caught under it and as she turned to Peter,
who had placed his sack on the other side of the sink, the belt
pulled loose.

He'd seen girls before, he'd lived all his thirteen years in a small
house with a single bath and an older sister, heck, he'd just spent
the last three weeks frolicking with a group of boys and girls who
were all nude together from time to time, but none of his Boy Scout
training had prepared him for this.

He was ensorceled by her beauty, captivated by her charm, hypnotised
by the hair hiding her nipples. His eyes followed the opening of the
robe downward to the black nest covering of her pudenda and he felt
as if he were falling into a well. She caught him under his arms and
let her fingers count his ribs as her hands took good measure of his
anxiety and arousal. The boyish erection that had been merely a
curiosity among his peers was now a gnomon at the eleventh hour.

She leaned her face close to his and rubbed noses. Her smell reminded
him of the tall trees of spruce and fir in the glade where he and
several other boys first explored each others bodies at camp last
summer. His boyish musk, leaking from his lycra skin suit pulled them
closer and he stood mesmerised as she took the zipper toggle between
her teeth and knelt before him.

His relief was nearly instantaneous; her lips had only just bared his
glans of its foreskin when he came. She stood, his cum dripping from
her nose and lips, and kissed him. He tried to stutter his apologies
but she silenced him with another kiss and words of encouragement as
her hands peeled away the skin suit from his shoulders. She knelt
again, peeling the suit down over his nates and thighs, kissing and
nibbling as shen went. Then she open'd the straps of his sandals and
led him out of them by his hand.

In her bedroom she turnd to the nude Adonis still mesmerised by her
touch and her words, and invited him to remove her robe. His hands
moved slowly, in a trance of their own, tracing the shape of her
back, down her legs, as he stepped around her. She turned to him
again and pulled his face into her crotch. In a remote corner of his
mind he thought how she was different from a boy and yet the same. A
different smell, a different shape, but the same arousal, the same
result. His gnomon again ached for relief and she sensed that and
took him onto her bed.

After a short while Peter began to regain his senses; he had not been
completely oblivious to his initiation; it was like and yet unlike
the wet dreams he knew. He asked her if she would do it again, if he
could do it again, and she replied that he should be getting back to
his work before they missed him. She showed him to the shower and he
quickly rinsed his body; then while he stretched his skin suit on
over his summer tan she invited him to return for a picnic on the
morrow. She invited him to bring a friend, did he have any boy
friends whom he knew well enough that they'd enjoyed each other's
pleasures. He did and he would.

Lee and Raul were his trio. In school and scouts they'd done
everything together for the past two years but never anything like
this. Their boyish playing with each other had never come to this
pass, never came to climax, to orgasm.

In the warm afternoon of the next day three boys cycled across town
as they had for the past three weeks except that their touring bikes
were unencumbered with packs and spare tyres. Peter had not told the
other two just what was in store, only that he'd met this woman
whilst delivering groceries who'd invited him to return for a picnic
and bring a friend or two. Already he was excited with the prospects
of helping to initiate his friends and with the prospects of watching
each in turn. He had never looked on before, beyond watching himself
and Lee and Raul play with themselves and each other.

They brought their bikes round to the patio in the rear where Pietra
met them with cold sodas. She was wearing a green silk robe today,
embroidered with flowers and birds, more tightly wrapped and tied
than yesterday and Peter wondered if she had anything on under it and
how she would go about seducing his friends for that was surely what
she had done to him, he'd looked up the word. He didn't agree with
the first definition--to lead astray, corrupt--how could anything
that much fun be corrupt? But he could see that Lee and Raul were not
as smitten with her as he had been; perhaps that was cos they were a
trio this time and he'd been alone before.

They all stood together talking for a few moments before she invited
them to sit under the sunshade while she went for snacks. Then, as
the three boys watched, as she knew they would, Pietra walked under
the arbor leading into her kitchen. At a well contrived distance she
bent over to pick up an ice bucket and Peter's first wonderment was
answered. Raul and Lee were taken by surprise at the sight exposed to
them when the short robe lifted over Pietra's nates. Peter reached to
adjust his growing erection and noted as he sat that his friends were
beginning to be aroused as well but neither said anything.

After a short while Pietra returned with the ice bucket full of sodas
and a tray of stuffed dates, cheese and crackers. She joined them at
the round table and enjoined them to tell her of their town and their
school. After a while they were more relaxed and told her also of
their recent tour by way of explaining the skin suits they were all
wearing. Peter had only slightly suggested that attire when the
question came up of what they should wear; he knew it was the most
comfortable thing he had and he also knew it was most likely his
friends, like himself, would wear nothing under it. In her turn
Pietra told them she was a computer engineer traveling on contract to
a local firm; she would work here for a month and then move on to
another job in another city. She explained how much she liked to meet
boys like themselves since boys were always more venturesome and less
demanding than the men she might meet. Boys were also much more
available at odd times for adventures, she added, with a wink at
Peter.

With their snacks out of the way Pietra suggested a doubles match of
badminton and led them out of the arbor past the pool to a lawn
surrounded by a high stockade fence. She was barefoot and suggested
tha boys leave off their sandals, so they'd all be on equal footing
so to speak, and then chose Raul as her partner. --He's the black
haired one among you so I know we'll make a good team, she said as
she tousled his hair. Raul rolled his eyes but let her hand rest on
his shoulder a moment and follow down his back as he bent to remove
his sandals. Peter smiled with envy and pride when Pietra patted the
young boy on his ass in a manner at once of team-mate camaraderie and
seductress testing the waters.

After a set of doubles where she partnered with each boy in turn she
suggested they might like to swim a bit. She went off to light the
grill leaving the ball in Peter's court. Lee ran immediately to the
pool and dove in. Raul walked with Peter; --Man, I would'a cum in my
shorts, he said, if I'd had any on, when she squeezed my bum then; do
you think she noticed? Peter smiled again, --I noticed, he said. Lee
yelled for them to hurry and splashed water at them but Peter stopped
and pulled on the zip of his skin suit. Raul knew Lee, like himself,
wasn't wearing shorts under his skin suit since they'd both slept at
his house the night before but it was only when Peter had peeled
enough of his suit away did he realise what his friend intended.

--Are you gonna swim naked?! he asked with surprise. Peter replied that
it was not really any different than the swimming they'd been doing
for the past three weeks with the kids in their Scout group. --But
she's not a kid, was Raul's retort, she's an adult. --Come on Raul,
Peter said, she's not really any different than the leaders with us a
few days ago, a little older maybe but not by more than a couple of
years.

By this time Peter was undressed and Raul likewise when they dove in.
Lee had been watching the exchange and tho he could not hear all the
words whatever was ok for the rest of his trio was ok for him. He
wriggled out of his suit and tossed it into a heap on the side of the
pool. They swam laps for a while and then played like a pod of
porpoises until Pietra called out: --Mind if I join you?

For an instant Raul meant to hide behind Peter but then he realised
it didn't really matter, Peter was right. At the boys' chorused
invitation Pietra slipped out of her robe and dove into the middle of
their pod. They swam some more laps and then sat on the edge of the
pool for a short rest. Pietra was first out of the water, Peter to
one side, Raul to the other with Lee beyond him. When she lay back
they did likewise. When she clasped her hands behind her head they
did likewise. Her elbows sparred with Peter's and Raul's and she
swung her feet side to side to touch theirs but when Peter felt
himself getting aroused he sat up and rolled off into the pool. His
friends followed shortly and Pietra stood and walked to the deep end
of the pool challenging them to a race as she went. At the deep end
the boys got out again and stood around her as she explained--one
round trip, two laps; last one out of the water does the dishes.

She beat them all by two lengths; Raul was last but only cos he
actually stopped to watch her get out of the pool, to look up at her
from that vantage was a sight of woman, or girl, he'd not seen
before. When he did get out of the water he stood behind Peter to
hide from her his erection that the more he willed it to go away the
more it stood up. Only when it became apparent that Lee was not going
to get dressed did his mind wander off the subject. Lee's suit was
still wet and while their skin suits were easy enough to don when dry
they were devilishly difficult to put on wet. His all the more so
since it was nearly a year too small for him. So they all stayed
undressed except that Pietra wore an apron whilst she cooked.

They sat at the round table again to eat in the late afternoon.
Pietra close, next to Lee this time. She told storeys of her
adventures in different parts of the world and her telling involved
lots of hand waving. She used Lee as an object in her telling as her
storey required, a guest to shake hands with, a companion to touch on
the shoulder. Her fingers were greasy and besmeared with mustard and
ketchup and soon Lee's shoulder wore more condiments than his meal.
At one point she recognised this and leaned over to lick a dollop of
mustard from his scapula and in so doing laid another mustardy hand
on his thigh. Lee, in his surprise squeezed a hotdog out of its roll
into his crotch; there was mustard and relish all over the place.
What a mess! Pietra exclaimed, how will we tell which is your cock
and which the hotdog? Now the boys were all laughing as Lee stood
back from the table and let Pietra have her way with him. The more
she held him and licked him the more smeared with condiments he
became. Peter and Raul were soon smearing and licking each other and
before long all three of the boys were doing likewise with their
host. Eventually they ran out of steam and went back to the pool to
rinse off the remainder of a fine meal.

When the patio had been cleared and Raul was through with the dishes
Pietra invited the still nude boys to sit inside for a bit, have
coffee while Lee's skin suit dried, before they rode home. After she
served them they sat together on a sheepskin covered couch. Peter,
sitting at one end, was getting excited again and so was Raul,
sitting between him and Pietra; but it was Lee, on the far end who
was the object of her first attention.

She waited until his coffee was gone and he'd set the mug aside and
then put an arm around his shoulder. Her words were of apology for
making such a mess of him at their meal but her intent was to arouse
him and in that she succeeded. She pointed at the erection standing
between his legs and asked him if he knew what he should do with it.
Raul giggled and made a motion with his hand. No-No, she said, come
now boys, you are all thirteen, I know you know where that goes but I
want to know if you know where else it goes. Raul's giggling stopped
as she took his hand and led him to the middle of a large thick rug.
In her other hand she bought along Lee and deftly arranged the boys
laying on their backs positioned to sixty-nine. They caught on
quickly and came quicker. Peter watched with mounting excitement and
after a few moments was rolling on the floor with her, with them, as
they tried every combination three boys and a woman could make.

Later, they rode to Peter's home and tried some of the things she'd
shown them--two boys can sixty-nine whilst a third comes in the bum
of one--if they all want to come together.

The next morning Peter pedaled back to the house alone. Pietra was
gone--the house empty.

No trace.

Was it a dream?

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