I met you in the park that sultry summer day; picking your book up when you dropped it at my feet in the morning. Glancing at the title as I stood I said, "the poetry of Yeats," then adding, with a smile, "how romantic." I watched your slight smile, hearing your "thank you" to me for passing back the book, our fingers brushing as I handed it to you. I'd noticed you before, of course, sitting reading, your long, tanned legs crossed as you sat on the bench, swinging one foot languidly, your sandal hanging off, engrossed in the words of love. After you stood up - and so did I, wanting to speak to you - you put your sunglasses into the soft curls of your hair as you walked slowly my way. Now, close up, I could see the sparkling darkness of your eyes. Was it then you noticed my shirt was half open in the heat; when did you start to want me?
The chance created itself as we walked towards the little café under the trees.
It felt good to have you walk close to me as we walked, the sway of your hips bringing you even closer occasionally. The coffee tasted good even in the building heat of the late morning. Drinking together as we talked I began to unashamedly revel in your beauty, the way your cotton dress clung to the curve of your breasts, how beautiful your bare shoulders were, kissed by the sun and the honey strands of your hair. I began to want your hand on my knee, to feel them trace up my tanned leg to the edge of my shorts.
We walked again, talked and laughed. Stopping again to buy sandwiches to share together we sat watching the world go by under the shade of a tree. I caught a little something that slipped from your sandwich as you ate; grinning I offered it to you and my breath caught as you took my hand and your lips took the food from me. I felt the softness of them on my fingers and the tip of your tongue lingering over me while your hand gently held mine to your mouth. My look of pleasure and surprise amused you; your teeth grazed my fingers as you slowly pulled them from my mouth and grinned. Were you still teasing me then or did you want me?
Later, the sun passed the zenith as we sat by the waters of the lake. You leaned back on your hands looking out over the water as we trailed our feet in its coolness. As I moved my leg back and forth our feet touched. You glanced my way and smiled; I grinned back and slid my toes under your foot, tickling you, feeling your foot curl as you laughed - and moved closer to me on the bank. Under water, our calves pressed close. Above the water we were hip to hip, face to face. Our lips brushed and with a sigh our kiss deepened for a moment. Slowly, together, we sank back onto the grass. Our tongues found each other, lips pressed softly together. My hand slid up your dress, over your breasts. Then we both realised where we were, opened our eyes, parting our kiss. "Not here," I breathed. Taking each other by the hand, picking up our shoes we walked barefoot into the shrubs and trees that grew nearby. Then you stopped. Against the tree. Facing me and smiling.
I moved to you my hands encircling your waist, feeling your body's heat matching that of the day. Our kiss was deep, passionate. My lips then caressed your neck, nuzzling you, deepening into a bite that made you tilt your head back, fingers raking through my hair, pulling me close. I felt your lips explore my ear, your breath on me, exciting me, making my hands wander over your dress, over your breasts, just covered by the thin fabric. I felt the full roundness of them, the nipples firming under my touch. My kiss moved to your shoulders as I felt your hands slipping under my shirt, opening it, trailing through the fine hairs on my chest.
