My sincere thanks to an ImpossibleFind for her help in the editing of this story.
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A gentle breeze is blowing. The tree limbs are swaying. The bees are flitting from flower to flower filling their legs with golden pollen. The clover looks like little clumps of white and pink against a green background all around. The horses and cattle are enjoying the sun also. It has been a cold spring and the sun is a welcome sight.
I am relaxing today. It seems like my schedule has had me fixing outdoor problems in the coldest, nastiest weather and stuck with the inside jobs when we have had at least a little break in the cold and wet. Well, today, I am just going to sit under this beautiful old oak tree and suck on a blade of grass and think of what the clouds are trying to tell me.
I had packed a little lunch for later and ridden out early in the pre-dawn. If you haven't seen that part of the day on a ranch or farm, you have missed one of life's joys. I had a small light on to help saddle up, but once I had walked Red out of the barn the dark gray of early morning only allowed me to see vague shapes around our ranch. Mounting Red and heading southeast the gray lightened and small animals could be seen scurrying for cover. The birds began their morning songs and started on their journey for slow-moving earthworms and grubs. Nature was waking up to the spring day too. A breeze was blowing the leaves and playing its tune as the smaller branches swayed and the sun was just starting to peak above the horizon. Red stopped on his own to look around him. It almost seemed like he was enjoying the sights and sounds as much as I was. A little cluck of the tongue and he moved on. He seemed to know where I wanted to go and that I wasn't in a great hurry. By the time we reached the tree, life was ablaze all over the ranch and it felt marvelous to be in tune with nature.
I didn't even notice that I had fallen asleep leaning against the tree, but I am awakened to gentle little kisses to my face. They are light, fleeting touches of lips and tongue over my eyes, cheek and now my neck and ears. I picked up the scent of wildflowers and herbs in the air and I know who my tormentor is before I open my eyes. I can't keep the smile off my face though, reaching my arms around her to hold her close and thank her for such a gentle and loving wake up call. She willingly fell against my chest settling her rump in my lap and putting her arms around me. Her breasts feel warm and full against my side and she continues to nibble on my ear and neck. She is being a little more forceful as I wake fully from my nap. I open my eyes and she is looking up at me, her large liquid eyes beseeching me. The smile on her lips tells me her joy in being here with me. Her nails are running lightly up and down my chest. They are teasing and scraping, making me tingle and sending blood to my crotch.
She is dressed in a simple white blouse, frilly and loose. I always think of a peasant shirt when I see one of them. They can be worn so many ways. Today she has it tied below her breasts, her tummy bare for me. One of the elastic sides she had pulled off her shoulder and the bronze skin showing is begging me to caress it. The other shoulder is under my arm and she is rubbing my back with that hand. Her dress is full, completing the peasant girl look. The dress is made of many colors and the gauzy pleats show as a canvas of color that shifts along her legs. And of course, she has on her riding boots. Her hat is lying next to where she has placed mine.
I could feel the warmth of her bottom rubbing into my leg and the feel of her cheeks shifting against me are making my jeans very uncomfortable. Without disturbing her comfort I try to shift Willie around. She knows what the problem is and decides to help. Reaching down her hand, she pulls my belt up and unhooks it. She reaches down and unbuttons the top button and then the rest. All the time her nimble fingers work she looks at me with love in her eyes. Our breathing and heartbeat seem to be one as we sit here. She coolly reaches in her hand and pulls my rapidly hardening manhood up, holding it, feeling it pulse in her hand. She knows that her holding me is enough to make me show her how much she excites me. Her soft squeezing of my shaft and the movement of her fingers are beginning to make the head shine with moisture. Reaching up with her thumb to rub the moisture down my shaft she gently strokes me. She is not trying to take me to completion, just showing she loves me and loves to do it. My watching her is a pleasure in itself. We know we were safe from prying eyes, it is almost 'impossible' to 'find' a way to our haven without being seen and there aren't that many people out here anyway.
I am tired of being passive and just taking the enjoyment she is giving me. I reach up one hand and gently caress her hair and face. Oh, how I enjoy the smoothness of her skin, the gleam of her hair in the sunshine. I run my finger across her lips and her tongue comes out to tease it as I go by. Another smile lights my face and I lean down to kiss her. It is a soft, warm, tender kiss. The next kiss is to her eyes, then each cheek, her forehead, back to her eyes and then a gentle peck on the end of her nose. Now I am back to her lips and I open my mouth gently to lick her lips and suck her lower lip into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Her grip is getting more urgent on me, stroking longer and harder. Her hips are starting to writhe on my leg. As I hold her with one arm I lift my other hand and massage her breast, gently cupping it and rubbing it, slowly milking my fingers closer to her nipple. When I reach the tip, I stop and reach for the shirt, pulling it down off her arm. She understands my need to see her and she also wants the shirt out of the way. Reluctantly releasing me, she leans up and crosses her arms pulling one sleeve off and then the other, hiding her breasts from me until the shirt is around her waist. When she lifts her arms around my neck, her arms push those beautiful breasts together, creating a generous amount of cleavage and pushing her cherry red nipples close together. Both my hands move down to caress her, hefting her handful breasts to my gaze. The nipples harden even as I watch and my tongue swiping across them make them jump into my mouth. Goosebumps crawl across her breasts and my hands squeeze and rub, my tongue going from one nipple to the other, leaving them both shiny with my saliva. My hunger is growing rapidly and I lay her back on the blanket I had brought.
She looks so beautiful laying there in the morning sunlight, curls of her hair gently framing her face. Her eyes are now heavily lidded but still watching me. A smile of contentment and arousal is on her luscious mouth. I lean over to kiss those lips again, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts again, this time squeezing harder, showing her how much my need for her is growing. Our lips and tongues duel together now, our breath mingling, our desire growing by the second. I break away and start sliding down to her chest kissing her neck, her clavicle, the top of her breasts and between them.
