You call me and tell me to dress comfortably and for a long leisurely stroll. You pick me up and take me to a secluded area by the lake. It is lovely here. We walk along holding hands talking about everything and enjoying the scenery. It is nice and relaxed because although we are lovers, we are friends as well.
There is a meadow close to the water, the perfect place for a small repast. As we walk into the meadow, I notice a blanket and basket. You have thought ahead. We spread the blanket and take the food from the basket. Even though it is ordinary picnic fare, it makes a difference because you thought of it and made the arrangements. We enjoy the food and occasionally each otherβs lips. Finishing our meal, we repack the basket and settle in to watch the evening fall.
Leaning against a tree, you pull me back to you, arranging me in front of you so that I may lean back against your chest. Wrapping your arms around me, you settle back just holding me to you. You make me feel safe. I lean my body back into you so that my head rests on your shoulder, when you talk I can feel the rumble of your voice through your chest, transmitting itself down my spine to my very core, making me completely aware of you.
We watch in silence, as the sun sets against the water, content to be with each other. As the air turns cool, you rub your hands up and down my arms, warming me. Pushing my head gently to one side you begin to rain small nipping kisses up and down my neck, stopping at my ear lobe to suck it into your mouth. And running your tongue around the shell of my ear.
Your hands have moved to my breasts and you massage them through my clothing. My breath catches as you begin to arouse me. You take your time and are so gentle with me.