They had just gotten back to their tent from a pleasant, peaceful walk. Hand in hand, they had wanted a break from everything, and that is exactly what they got. There were no phone calls, no e-mails. They even left their radio on the kitchen counter before they left, a last minute ditch to make room for the cooler. They were continually amazed by the lack of traffic and hustle of normal days. Yes. This is what they needed for a long time.
It was late spring, and everywhere around them sang out bright with all the life and brilliance they could never have imagined. Trees were bountiful with shade from the heat, and they even came across the occasional wild flower. Some were purple. Some were Yellow. Oddly enough, he forgot about the old "leaves of three" rule, but was narrowly rescued as she yanked on his shirt in a fear-laden desperation to "save his life." They loved each other more and more as time went by. This was their gift to each other, a week together where nobody could bother them.
As they arrived back at their camp, they pulled their bags a couple yards from a fire and had lunch. A fresh catch as some berries was the menu this evening. Oh! That fish barely fit in the pan, but it cooked up fabulously. All the while, they could barely stop looking at each other and giggling like teenagers. An occasional kiss and smile was their reward for nothing other than togetherness.
They took some time to snuggle against a nearby tree, and he looked up and then asked her with as much poise and cordiality as he could muster without laughing, "Ma'am, would you like to view the sunset from your usual spot?" "Why, yes. That would be lovely." She quickly kissed him once more before opening his arms and raising to her feet.
Taking hands they followed their path to the west edge of the trees, and sat on their boulder. The ground became an open plain to their front, and the sky had all the colors that they could never name. The sun's movement was barely attainable, but its colors were breathtaking. From yellow, to orange, to crimson, to red, she couldn't look away. For just a moment in time, she was once again a child. She then looked into the arms of her man as a tingle washed over her body, forcing her to smile and tear at the same time. He could only hold her closer and smile as if he were falling in love her each and every day all over again.
They made their way back to camp in the romantic twilight of the dusk. They talked about everything that came to mind -- the birds, the clouds, tomorrow's breakfast -- but he could see in her a woman that had so much more on her mind. With that thought, he stopped and lifted her by her hips, placing her atop the nearby boulder and looking up to her eyes with all the love he ever knew. She placed her hands under his chin and lifted his face to the softest of kisses that stole his breath and limbered his body into putty. As her eyes opened, she again laughed at the effect and control that only she had. He trembled as his eyes opened and once again saw the loving face of the perfect woman, her hair blowing gently with the breeze, and her smile that told him more than he ever knew.
With that thought, he lowered her back to the ground and they continued until they reached their camp. He tidied up the place and they sat together on their sleeping bags as the sky grew darker and darker. In the distance a slight roll of thunder made its presence felt. As he stood to get into the tent before the shower, she took his hand with a feather grip. "No." She paused. "Stay here." She paused again as she looked deep into his eyes so gently. "...with me."
He sat down and kissed her with all the passion he had as he pulled her closer and closer. She returned it with her warm embrace around his neck and the most sensual, slow, mouthing kiss. She continued this kiss as he lowered her to her back and laid down beside her. Neither of them had any reason to open their eyes. Their hands searched all over each other -- embracing, massaging, rubbing, holding, searching, and as the first drops were heard against the leaves, neither of them paid it any attention. Rather, they smiled and welcomed it.
His hand began under her shirt, as the first lonesome drip landed squarely on her midrift. The chill awakened her with a jolt. Drop after drop found its way throught the forest canopy. Their clothes went from wet to damp to saturated in the span of half an hour, but it was disregarded. He kissed her and gently laid her to her back on the now-soaked sleeping bag. Then he started kissing down her body. The rain dripping from him to her. Her fingers gripping into his saturated hair. Lower and lower he kissed. Closer and closer he kissed. As the night became dark he nuzzled into her sex through her shorts sending her into a dizzying sexual hunger. Her legs opened without effort, welcoming him deeper and deeper. Her body went limp as her head fell to the ground and her eyes rolled closed.
