The day was warm-too warm. A hot northerly was blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean. Arising early I packed the picnic hamper with yesterday's efforts from careful shopping, placing the titbits that I knew Karen loved gently into the basket, the drinks going into a separate Esky. Calling early I found her in her usual lovely tussled state,(which I admittedly callously liked doing as she always looked very soft and feminine in the morning sun). She looked surprised at seeing me so early,but said nothing, a quick kiss then dissapearing back into her house and,feeling as though mere seconds later, reappearing as though she had just walked out of a Fashion and Beauty Parlour, the dress she wore suiting the day, flimsy,just- see-through, fluffy and very appealing, the rising sun and light winds lifting the hem enough to reveal a tantalizing glimps of long firm thighs and forbidding pleasures!!!!.
We travelled for an hour or so to reach the coast, finding the foreshore not so much crowded but containing enough people to feel cramped. The day was getting hotter, the beach no place to be in the next few hours anyway. Returning to the car I studied the local maps, the clifftops in the distance were a beckoning sight but were marked 'Private Land'. Taking a chance we drove up to the nearby Farmhouse to seek permission to picnic on the clifftops. My knocking at the door was met by a gentle-looking scolarly-type farmer,enquiring as to our quest to picnic on his property he looked across to the car, from which Karen had just alighted, whereupon espying her, appeared to be instantly mesermized. Whilst I was talking to him further upon the subject of picnicing he just kept nodding his head affirmativley, I was under the impression that I could well have landed from Mars as I obviously ceased to exist in his mind!!. The Kind old Farmer helped Karen back into the car and literally ran to the paddock gate, unlocked it and waved us through.
Finding a suitable spot near the cliff edge the picnic was unpacked, the contents promptly demolished, both of us made hungry by the views, the remoteness and weather. We decided to walk along the clifftop, a track made by horses being a safe bet. We started off......suddenly a wind came up out of nowhere, warm but violent in its velocity, Karens's dress appeared to disintegrate, buttons and zips giving way as though made of paper!!. The dress flew high up into the sky and disapeared in the direction of the farmhouse. Karen looked transfixed, her eyes the size of a startled deer, mine, I believe, were even wider as she wore absolultly nothing underneath, her golden body exposed to the warm wind and my eyes only!!.