Imagine a still-warm day in October, walking through the trees all ablaze in bright reds or yellows and oranges, The sun is shining through the trees, bright rays dancing with soft shadows upon the ground, the rays kissing your cheek, warming your soul as much as your body. We dance as much as walk, holding each other's hand, traipsing through the woods.
We see a soft, small meadow and walk toward it. Across the grass there is a small hut, stone walls and partially overgrown -- obviously old and abandoned. We walk around and look in and see that inside, though still small, is open with a soft grass floor. We look at each other and seem to be of one thought. Walking in, I pull you toward me, holding you close to me, feeling your body press against mine. Holding your head in my hand, I bring my lips to yours, kissing you softly, fully and deeply. Your hands roam down my back and grab my buns, squeezing them and pulling me into you. You can feel me pressed against you, obviously excited and eager.
You lay back on the ground, pulling me down with you. I lay on top of you, arms on either side, as we embrace and kiss, your hands roaming over my body. Again your hands pull my waist into you, pressing me between your legs, grinding into each other. I unbutton your sweater, one by one, kissing down from your neck to your chest and between your breasts. Your breasts are so perfect, so firm and just the perfect size. I lay on my side next to you, kissing your nipples, playing with your nipples between my teeth, gently biting them and pulling them into my mouth. My tongue flickers back and forth across your nipples. So firm and hard in my mouth. My hands massaging and caressing your breasts and waist. I pull your sweater off and place it under your head as a pillow -- such a beautiful head it is!
