"Melissa, go and pack the picnic basket and meet me at the car. I willbe out presently," directed Ms. Smith."Yes, Miss," I replied. I went into the...kitchen and began to pack thebasket as instructed. I always hated this chore. My governess knew howmuch being in public made me uncomfortable, and she always ensured thatthere were little rituals around each of those public excursions whichseemed to have the only purpose of prolonging the agony. Preparing thepicnic basket was one of those. My erection needed no guidance. Somehow, we naturally fit together. Her physical arousal was as obvious as my own. Entry was slow despite my impatience. She was tight, yet yielding, which merely intensified my burning lust for release. Our eyes met and I couldn’t look away. Our breathing heavy, we moved together, rapidly approaching a mutual orgasm.I don’t remember who came first, but both orgasms were nearly simultaneous. “Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God,” she screamed over and over again as. Pointing to the floor, the jester signalled the victims to genuflect on the floor, to which they complied sheepishly. A wicked smile formed on the jester's mug as he approached the pathetic pair. Suddenly the Chief scowled and the jester seeing this froze in fear. "And since when hast thou declared your wretched self to be worthy of issuing kingly directives?" Jester, known as Francis on the outside, pointed his chin towards the floor realizing he'd gone too far in assuming the mannerisms of. She told, she came to meet her friend and but she entered the wrong lane. We exchanged our numbers, chatted in WhatsApp. We went out shopping and movies, she mostly paid. But we were getting close every time. She even talked about her sex life.She was having sex from her college days. Her family from Kerala but settled in Bangalore. She doesn’t have a mother, she is working in a Software Company. I even told my fantasies too. She was open-minded, she laughed first but she accepts it. We got.