We walk the path at sunset, quiet as we listened to the sounds of evening whisper around us. Sexual tension sizzles in the air, separation has created a need, a craving that demands fulfillment.
Before us, a small clearing, on the banks of a sparkling stream demands attention: the perfect place to get lost in each other.
You come to stand behind me, wrapping your strong arms around me. I sigh as I lay my head back on your chest, reveling in the closeness of your body.
Completely content, I turn in the circle of your arms and turn my face up so I can touch your lips with mine, softly sighing as you pull me closer. I lose myself in your soft kisses, gently fanning the spark of passion into a flame of desire. Legs too weak to hold us upright any longer, we spread our jackets on the ground to sit at the base of an old oak tree.
Leaning back against the tree, you pull me closer, turning me gently until I'm sitting sideways in your lap. Looking deep into your eyes, the arousal I see there ignites me, and I touch my lips to yours once more. Lips opening gently, I feel your tongue probing, wanting entry into my warm, moist mouth, gently exploring.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel your gentle touch upon my breast, kneading, brushing my nipple through the fabric of my blouse.
Needing to give you the same pleasure, I let my hand wander over your chest, pausing to caress your nipples, your soft moan of yearning sending shivers of delight down my spine.
You slide your hand under my shirt, pushing aside the fabric of the bra that is keeping your flesh from mine. I shudder as I feel the warmth of your hand covering the flesh of my breast, fanning the rising flames of our lust.
As you tease and roll my nipple in your fingers, my hunger demands that I feel your naked skin under my fingers and I slip my hand under your shirt, running my fingers through the coarse fur on your chest, seeking the hardened nipples that are waiting for my attention.
As I take your nipple in my fingers, your fingers tighten on my nipple in response, sending waves of heat through my body, my back arches, straining to increase the pleasure of your touch.
Your lips make their way down my neck, lightly kissing, gently sucking. Eager to give you the same pleasure, my hand roams downward, caressing the bulge that is beginning to show in your jeans, feeling the hardness of you. I give a gentle squeeze, loving the soft moan of desire you utter.
Your kisses become a little more urgent, your lips tracing a hot, wet trail to my exposed nipple. Gently pulling it into your mouth, you begin softly sucking. An uncontrolled moan escapes my lips as you suckle. Passion building, want becomes need as we taste and touch each other. Pulling away only for a moment, the shirts between us disappear so we can feel the heat of flesh on flesh.