The sun was still warm, but it had lost that searing, burning intensity of a few hours ago. Now it hung high in the western sky, a deep orange suffusing the few stratos clouds that wandered idly across its face. The air was not as heavy now, the cloying humidity of earlier in the day had made us lazy, and we now felt the need to be outdoors and feel the gentle breeze revitalise us.
As we strolled quietly along the riverbank we held hands and just enjoyed the peace of our surroundings and the comfort of being together. The long grass around us hid a myriad of small wildlife, and we stopped for a while to listen to the chorus of sounds they made, focusing entirely on trying to make out where each individual creature might be. Over here somewhere was a grasshopper, cricketing insistently to catch the attentions of a potential mate.
There was a soft plop from the river, as a vole slid into the water in search of prey, and we watched the ducks turn away from the sound in cautious but unhurried fashion. On the far edge of the water, a swan glided gracefully past us, the yellow and black bill a shocking contrast to the pristine white of his grand plumage. I kissed your cheek as we watched the vole slip sleekly through the water, and you smiled with your eyes as much as your mouth. It was just a beautiful evening, as the willow trees shivered in the gentle wind providing a natural backdrop of sound that was just enough to drown out the urban noises from the roadway not half a mile away.
We walked on until we came to a flat green meadow, the close-cropped grass had obviously been trimmed that day, and its fresh mown smell was a reminder of every fabulous summer day of childhood. You stopped and sat down, patting the ground beside you in invitation, and we felt that we had found a private part of the world that was ours alone for the day. I dropped lightly to the ground, and spent some time watching you as you undid the straps of your sandals.
The light summery dress looked fantastic on you, the thin material highlighted all the natural womanly curves, and the cornflower blue colour made you appear somehow innocent, almost virginal. You wouldnβt have worn that short hemline any other time, but this summer you seemed made for it, and as you raised your knee to get to those shoes the hem slipped to the top of your thigh. I gazed at your leg, the alabaster skin looked so perfect, so soft, and I wanted to run my hand over it to see if it felt as smooth as it looked.
I noticed with surprise that you had painted your toenails, which is never something you normally do, but the bright red looked good against the pale skin of your feet. My eyes travelled back up over those shapely calves, caught a brief glimpse of that inner thigh before you pulled the dress back, over your body, your full breasts, the soft feminine shoulders that you know drive me wild, and to your face. You were looking back at me, smiling at my open lechery, knowing how desirable you are, how much I enjoy loving you. You leaned toward me, and we kissed.
I was expecting something soft and lingering, the lightest brushing of our mouths telling me that you understood, that you love me, that time was no enemy and we had all night. When you pressed your mouth hard against mine, it took me a second to adjust. I sat completely immobile as your tongue swept against the outer edge of my lips, and your hand snaked quickly around my waist. I took my cue from you, and raised my hand to twine my fingers through your hair, insinuating them up from the back of your neck and pulling your face against me.
The kiss lengthened, deepened, and became more passionate as we melted together. Every thought, every impulse, my entire concentration was on you, focusing on your lips, your breath, the warmth and wetness of your mouth against me. We broke apart and I could hear the trip hammer of my heart making my pulse race, pounding in my ears as I drew a deep shuddering breath. It was so unexpected it had aroused me like I was a teenager. I could almost feel myself becoming that frantic sixteen year old again with the rampant urges that could be switched on instantly with just a look or a swift stolen kiss. Desire filled me now in exactly the same way, and I knew that I was going to have you; I was going to take you and make love to you here and now.