You and I are attending an outdoor concert - it is around twilight, and we are sitting on a blanket somewhat removed from the other people a little behind the crowd. Having just finished off the bottle of wine you brought with us, I get up a little unsteadily and resettle myself between your legs with my back to your chest. I lean my head back into you shoulder, laughing quietly. I know what I'm getting into. We listen to the music for a moment with you hands resting lightly on my hips.
I put my hands on your thighs and scoot my butt back a little - for a better "fit". You lift your hands to the top of the cotton dress I'm wearing and start to carefully undo each tiny button. I feel your wrists brush my breasts, and my nipples rise. When you get to my waist you stop and begin to peel the dress off my shoulders and down my side - I pull my arms out of the sleeves and I'm naked to my waist.
The fact that the other people here might turn around only heightens my excitement. Your hands each cup a breast, feeling their weight before you squeeze them firmly, pressing my back into you...mmmmmmmm.
I arch my back and reaching over my head I pull your loose hair over your, and then my shoulders so that its silkiness is covering my chest. You slide your hands around my tits feeling the coolness of your hair and the warmth of my skin - the hardness of my nipples.