I sat, almost curled up in a mossy bed. The vines from the willow tree surrounding me at every inch. My head tilted back against the bark of the tree, eyes closed. A surreal feeling washed over me as the events of the day replayed through my mind. Just the thoughts of it made the desire to repeat them swell in my stomach.
We had been walking for a couple of hours through the woods. Lost, happy. Our hands had been no strangers to taunting and teasing each other. Playful pinches here, a slip of a hand there. I, of course had started this. I was wearing a simple pink top, criss-crossed in the back, some what low cut in the front, a small heart shaped lace covering the mid-top of my cleavage. This, and a mid cut pair of jean shorts. I didn't tell him I had forgotten to wear panties of any sort. And the bra clashed with this shirt. I grinned and walked by him, casually running my hand across the front of his jeans, slipping an innocent feel at an already growing cock. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and skipped off ahead with a playful giggle.
The day continued and our path led us deeper into the woods. There were willow trees all around. My favorite sort of tree. The vines all hanging, stooping to the ground, catching playful touches on passing skin. We had stopped under one such tree for a break. We had been walking for a couple of hours and both worked up a slight sweat, and started running out of breath. I stopped under the tree, lavishing the shade and the flowers caressing my skin. I pulled a bottle of ice water from my pack and unscrewed the top. Took a deep and long drink from it, then dumped about half of it over my breasts, to cool them off, of course. I rubbed the water in and a small moan escaped over my lips as my fingers brushed over my nipple. He looked up at that, fully realizing what I had been doing. His dark eyes gleamed, lustful and full of infatuation.