~ The Lost Tale of Merry & Estella ~
not for younger readers or those easily disturbed by adult sexual content

PART ONE...

It was a sunny afternoon with the golden hues adding warmth to the landscape covered in autumn leaves and white paved walkways. Merry and Estella were strolling along again, talking about old concerns from back in Buckland. Estella's heart longed to see this beautiful autumn from the hilltop at Brandy Hall, but she knew she would have many more of those moments to come, shared like this with her dear friend Merry.

Down the path in front of them they heard laughter from Pippin and Sam who were coming their way down the path. Just before they could turn a corner enough to spot Merry and Estella, Merry grabbed Estella's arm and pulled her off the path and behind a large tree to hide.

"What are you doing?" Estella asked.

Merry shushed her and peeked back around the tree to observe the passing of their friends. Estella remained quiet, but she wasn't quite sure what Merry was thinking. As the other hobbits passed, they listened in on the conversation.

"Are you sure they went this way?" Sam asked.

"Quite sure," Pippin replied. "They always come this way, then turn down on the fork to the right, then to the alcove down by the stream. That's where I found them swimming."

"And other things," Sam added.

"Well, if you mean the kissing," Pippin replied matter-of-factly. "Yes, they seemed to be quite enjoying that part. I don't think Merry had a shirt on under that water, either. Must have been cold…" his voice trailed off as they passed farther from sight and earshot.

Estella's back was pressed flat against the shady side of the large tree on the opposite side as the path. Merry had been there on her right with her until he leaned right around the tree to catch a view of the passersby. Estella looked down at him, crouching next to her and watching, and noted how his shirt appeared crisp and clean, his suspenders taught against his back. He'd not worn his jacket or waistcoat, as it was an unusually warm day for autumn. His golden curls caught the sunlight in a way that reminded her of the flickers of sunlight on the Brandywine on a similar afternoon in Bucklebury.

As she watched him, Merry pulled himself back up and against the tree. Estella looked at his handsome profile as he grinned and shook his head. "Perverts they are," he commented. "Just want to catch a glimpse of us."

"I don't think that's all of it," Estella giggled. "Though that's probably most of it. You know you'd want to be ogling, too, if you knew there were lovers making out somewhere."

Merry looked at Estella with a sly grin. "Well, they aren't going to find us today," he said as he turned his body sideways to face Estella. He reached out to her with his right hand and stroked the side of her face, pushing a few stray curls back that had been floating like feathers on the slight movements in the air. He bent down and kissed her softly and slowly. Estella closed her eyes and let herself feel the warm soft lips against her own.

She felt Merry pull his body close to hers as they kissed and heard the change in his breathing as he shifted. She opened her eyes and saw his own eyes partially closed, knowing he was also absorbed in the moment. He was facing her in a second, and then he leaned all of his body against hers, her back still pressed against the smooth tree.

Merry's hand ran through her hair and caressed her neck and shoulders as they kissed. She felt the fingertips against the exposed skin of her décolleté as the pressure of Merry's body leaning against her own aroused her. His mouth left hers as he trailed kisses from her chin to her neck. Estella leaned her head back to expose more of her neck as she let out a small moan of enjoyment at the arousal that was welling within her.

Estella reached up with her hands and ran them through Merry's soft curls as he kissed and sucked at the tender skin of her neck. She pressed her hips against him, and in response he let more of his weight fall against her, pinning her against the tree. Estella felt her breaths become harder to catch, more because of the passion within than from the weight pressed against her.

Merry's fingertips moved again, slowly pushing down the material of her shift that was covering the tops of her breasts. She was once again so easily aroused by this hobbit she had only recently felt like this for. It was as if he knew just how to touch her, as if he could read the thoughts and desire she herself had not even thought about. She arched her back to press her breasts upward toward him, and then she felt him push down the taught material of her bodice to expose the imprint of her hard nipples pressing against the her shift. Her immediate thought was of how she was glad she had not tied the bodice tighter, but then she stopped thinking about the clothes and lifted her chest again to goad him to touch her more.

Pulling his chest back, Merry's hips still supported his weight pressed against her. On his face now was a seductive grin, and Estella thought about how his gaze was like another hand groping at her as its intensity seemed to do as much as his touch. He decided to tease her a bit, and he reached up to cup each breast with his hands. He moved his thumbs to brush the hard knobs pressing against her shift. Estella moaned as the slightly rough material was rubbed against her skin as Merry flicked each nipple back and forth with his thumb. Estella closed her eyes and concentrated on the delightful flood of lust going through her body – her hard nipples down to her now-throbbing clit hidden under her skirts.

Merry placed his fingers at the top of the material at each of Estella's shoulders and ran them slowly down toward her breasts, pushing the material down as he went and running the fingers softly against her smooth creamy skin. Estella longed for the fingertips to reach her erect and waiting nipples, but he stopped just before he touched them, his fingers still holding down the material. Estella felt the tips exposed to the air but not yet being touched. Merry paused to tease her, looked up from his work, and waited for Estella to open her eyes again so he could catch her gaze. When she opened her eyes out of curiosity of the pause, their eyes locked in a gaze, and he grasped both nipples with gentle firmness between thumb and forefinger and pulled them. Estella gasped, but did not break her gaze. She knew Merry watching her reaction was adding to the building pressure within his pants.

Merry leaned in and kissed her softly again, not letting go of the nipples, but now slowly stroking and teasing them. "Should we find a more private location?" Merry asked in a low voice between kisses.

"I think we're doing fine right here," Estella replied. "As long as you are."

They sank into a deep kiss again as Merry reached down with both hands and began to lift her skirts.

PART TWO...

Merry's hands reached under the skirts and pressed against the skin of Estella's hips. He slid his hands around her buttocks and pulled her off the tree and against his own hips. Estella could feel the roughened texture of his trousers and the firmness of him separated only by that layer of material. Merry kissed Estella deeply, revealing with his tongue the arousal in his loins.

Estella brought her hands to Merry's waist and began to pull the tail of his shirt out from the front of his trousers. Working with an increasing anxiety, she slid her hands up and pushed down his suspenders to make it easier to free the rest of his shirt. As she worked, they continued to kiss with increasing intensity, and Merry slid his hands over Estella's thighs and buttocks enjoying her soft smooth skin against his fingers and palm.

Estella could feel the moisture washing between her legs as her clit continued to throb, and anxious to be touched and rubbed. She unbuttoned Merry's shirt and began to run he hands over the warm skin underneath. She leaned back from her waist and pressed her hips even harder against Merry's, parting her legs to invite his hands to explore. His right hand slid across her buttocks and down behind her left thigh, and in anticipation of the coming touch Estella let out another soft moan of pleasure.

The touch didn't come as expected. Merry dropped to his knees and tossed her skirts over her head. Estella felt herself pushed back against the tree again, and knowing what was coming she lifted her left leg to place over Merry's right shoulder where he was somewhere under the cover of her skirts. As she did the felt the curls brush against her inner thighs, then the hot wet lips meeting her own in that private realm.

Estella's head went back and a moan was released from her lips. Merry's lips and tongue flicked at the lobes of skin and found the hard clit throbbing within. He took it in his lips and held it firm, first massaging it between his lips, then releasing it to flick it with his tongue. Estella gasped short breaths as she felt her climax coming. Another grasp in Merry's lips, and he was sucking back on it, setting a rhythm with each pull. Estella's panting fell into the same rhythm. Tug, and again, and again. It was too much for Estella, and she felt body slumping as her body shuddered in a bloom of pleasure. Merry caught her weight and put her left foot back onto the ground so she could find her balance again when he stood back up.

As Estella continued to recover from the orgasm, Merry's head emerged from the skirts. His hair was mussed and his face still glistening in the sunlight with the moisture. He wiped his mouth and looked up at Estella. Their eyes locked, and they gazed at each other intensely and knowingly. He knew she was tight now, and he wanted his dick inside while he could still feel her throbbing against its length. He unbuttoned his trousers quickly, then pulled Estella to sit on top of him. She could not see under the skirts as he sat on his hips, but as he propped himself up on his elbows and laid back, she felt the throbbing cock pressed against her inner thigh waiting for insertion.

Estella shifted. The rod slid into her moist snatch, and both of them groaned loud with pleasure. It filled her completely, and she felt herself wanted to ride it hard. Merry finished laying back on the soft grass and reached up to Estella's waist, guiding her as she moved her hips against him, forward and backwards, in and out.

Merry's eyes closed in enjoyment of the movement, and he relaxed his grip to lean back as he became absorbed in the sex. Estella rode him slow, then with increasing speed as Merry let out a chorus groans from the pleasurable ride. Estella wondered if he would turn her over and fuck her with the intensity he often enjoyed when so turned on, or would he continue to relax and enjoy her riding. Either would be wonderful to her at that moment, but there was something very hot about having sex so openly and yet not being naked where people could see if they were caught.

Merry's dick was hard and growing as Estella rode. She pumped her hips in perfect motions, using her hands at the same time to rub Merry's exposed chest and hard nipples, then to reach up and tease her own firm knobs still pressing against the material above her bodice.

One stroke, then another, and a couple more as they sank more and more into the moment. Merry's head went back and a loud cry came from somewhere deep within him. He held his body stiff for a moment, his hands grasping at Estella's buttocks and holding them tight as if to signal her not to pull away. Estella felt the flood within, and she let her own head fall back as she moaned with pleasure at its filling.

As they recovered, Merry reached up and pulled Estella to lay down on top of him. As she did so, she let his cock slip out of her as she curled up beside of him in the soft grass. She made sure her skirts still covered him as she cuddled up by his side. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head that was up against his chest, still only partially covered by his open shirt.

"That was fantastic," Merry said in his heavy, relaxed voice.

"Yes... yes it was," Estella agreed. She smelled his skin and took in the feeling of the autumn on her as she was tempted to drift off to sleep.