It is a beautiful day. About 75 degrees, slightly breezy, sun is shining but not too hot. So you and I have decided to go on a picnic. We pack tuna salad, one of those great crusty French breads, some veggies and dip, a bottle of champagne, and, of course, strawberries for dessert. When we get to our designated site, an area with beautiful green grass and water babbling nearby, we spread out the blanket. We sit down and start in on our leisurely lunch, talking and laughing. We decide to save the strawberries for later....
I say that the water looks so inviting, and so you take my hand and we walk to its edge. I gingerly dip my right foot. It's so refreshing that I walk all the way into the water. You join me and we play like uninhibited children. We return to our blanket after we notice the sun has gone in a bit. You dip strawberries into the rest of our champagne, and let the wetness slowly drop onto my tongue. I love the sexy smile you have on your face as you do this. Suddenly, we begin to feel raindrops. It is not a heavy rain, but a soft rain that leaves the air smelling sweet. I say that we should head for covering. But you look at me with a mischievous grin. You couldn't have hoped for a better situation.
You know that I have always wanted to make love in the rain. Instead of standing up like I am, you pull me down. You look at me and then you say, "Isn't this what you have fantasized about?"