The leaves are a golden yellow, the breeze is fresh and cool. The sky is a bright blue that is only seen the crisp mountain regions. Looking up through the trees, the sunlight plays with the leaves, creating dancing shadows on the forest floor, the smell intoxicating with dry leaves, fresh air and the scent of you. What an Adonis you are, standing there among the trees without your shirt, dark fur curling on your chest, muscles showing strong arms and shoulders, blue eyes reflecting the sky's colour, full of love and smoking desire. Your eyes pull me closer, daring me to touch that spark and be warmed.
Walking among the trees, we talk about our plans, the day, how beautiful it is, you turn to lift me on to a stump so I face you. You slip your hands under my dress; I smile ever so mischievously as you hands find that I have forgotten my underwear. As your hands explore, so do mine....I run my hands through your hair, over your shoulders, play in the dark and silver curls on your chest. My hands work over your body, finding my way to your manhood which is responding to my touch ever so wonderfully...strong, erect. so very hard and wanting me so much...in your eyes I see your smoky desires flaring into a fire.
Your body is strong, hard, molding to me, our hips are even, we feel each others heat and desires...anticipation grows. My dress is a light, spaghetti-strap affair that ties at the side, you find the ties, loosen them, allowing my breasts with their hard nipples escape into your talented hands. As you play, I feel my honey pot warm, the honey starts to flow, how delicious.
