I'll take you there someday. We'll pick a campsite, set up a tent and get all of our camping and hiking gear out, all the while touching and playing with each other, whispering naughty things into each others ears. You want me to take you right there at our campsite, but I want to wait until we get there. We pack some fruit, sandwiches, water, and a blanket and we start to walk down to the river. I let you lead the way, but tell you where to go, so I can watch you as you walk. You are so stunning; I have to use every bit of will power I have to wait until we get there.
We come upon the path that will lead us there. We walk, admiring the beautiful scenery around us as we go. But it will only get more beautiful, believe me. Occasionally, I reach out and grab you, just to tease you a bit. In return, you stop short in front of me, so I "accidentally" run into you, so you can feel how excited I am. You turn around and we kiss deeply. Neither of us can stand to wait much longer. I turn you around and tell you to continue though. We walk further, and you discover that I was right, that our surroundings only seem to get more and more gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you.
Then we come to the clearing. We come to that place that I want you to see. A place where we will come over and over again. You look, and seem as awestruck as I was the first time I saw it. It's just so serene and breathtaking. The only sounds are the running water and the birds chirping around us. You know that we are very alone there, and I can see the burning lust in your eyes, knowing what is about to ensue. But I want to wait, just a little longer.
We lay out the blanket, sit down, and take out our food. We quickly eat our sandwiches, and start in on the fruit afterward. We feed each other the apple and grapes that we brought, even though our hunger is no longer for food, and that is obvious in the way that we are eating the fruit. I extend a grape to your mouth and you take it, letting your tongue curl around it, making sure that my finger enters your mouth with it. You chew the grape with one side of your mouth, while you take your tongue and run it up and down my finger. You swallow the grape and hungrily suck my finger into your mouth, knowing what that makes me think of.
We look at each other. We are breathing hard. We both want exactly the same thing. But I still want to wait, just a little bit longer.
It's a warm day, so I suggest we take a swim. We strip down to our underwear and step into the water. The water is so cold, but after a few minutes we are both acclimated to it, and find ourselves getting very comfortable. We splash and play around a bit, adding to the already gripping tension between us. We start to wrestle and fight with each other, and soon the fighting turns into grabbing, and grabbing into rubbing. But I don't want things to go so fast right now. I want to tear you apart right then and there, but I won't. I want this to last.
So I lean you back onto the mossy waterfall, and with one hand I run my fingers through your hair, and with the other I gently stroke your cheek and neck. I lean in slowly, very slowly, making you anticipate the meeting of our lips. But I don't give you what you want just yet. First I kiss your cheeks, then your chin, then down your neck to the top of your chest and back up again. Our breathing has become audible, as our desire for each other grows with every passing second. I tell you to close your eyes. I plant a very soft kiss on your lips, followed by another on just your upper lip, and another on just your bottom lip. Then I part my lips and sensually start to explore your mouth as you open it for me. Our tongues meet, just the tips, as we let them dance a bit, swirling around each other. After a few seconds of this, things start to become more intense. Our mouths become locked together, and our tongues completely intertwined. I reach down, and lightly grab one of your breasts, rubbing my thumb over the nipple covered by your bra. You reach down, slowly letting your hand travel down my torso and further down until you grab me through my boxers, feeling how hard I've become. All this time, neither of us has noticed or cared that someone could come down the path and see us at any minute. What we are doing feels so wonderful and so right, that it wouldn't matter to either of us.