As the tour bus drops us off at our next destination, a lovely lake out in the beautiful lush countryside of Maryborough, you whisper in my ear that you love me, so I turn around and kiss you on the cheek and whisper to you, that I also love you.
With that we decide to loose the group instead of viewing the run down county house. You run behind me and have a little giggle at the excitement of the moment, and gaze into the distance as you think about what may occur. As you run through the long grass on the other side of the lake, you loose sight of me, at that moment you feel a tug at your left arm, as I drag you down into the grass with me, your breathing heavy from the running and the slight shock. I roll on top of you as I lean down to kiss you, our tongues find each others, but only briefly as you push away, yet to still catch you breath fully.
I reach up under your summer dress and begin to outline your knickers with my index finger, from the waistband down and around each leg and across the join at your slowing moistening pussy. This doesnβt help you get your breath back but by the look on your face as you bit the end of your finger, you donβt care. I lift the bottom of your dress and push it up to your waist, lift your back, undo the zipper and slide the dress over your head, I catch site of your beautiful body laying there in the red lingerie that I had bought you only days earlier. I lean down and kiss you quickly but softly on the lips, and then move down to your feet. I remove your shoes and toss them away to the side, they do not interest me, what does is making my bride happy.