I pick you up in the morning from your house. It is a warm July morning and I have my car loaded up for a weekend camping trip. Just the two of us. I remember the day that I asked you to go with me and your eyes danced like candle flames. You walk out of you house wearing a one-piece suit with cut off shorts on. Your glasses are resting on the top of you head. You get into my car and lean over and kiss me full on the lips. Our lips gently push on each other and you part my mouth sliding your tongue in tentatively. My hand reaches up to cup your chin as you start to flick your tongue along my inner cheek. I break the kiss slowly by keeping your lower lip caught in between mine. I pull away and our weekend alone starts.
After about ten minutes on the highway you lean your chair all the way back to lay down. My hand touches your knee and caresses you along your thigh. You give out a sigh as you feel this warmth build inside of you. You know the warmth is one of arousal but you try not to get too excited. You are keeping a secret that you have never actually reached orgasm and are disappointed by all the men that have tried. All of the other guys you have faked with. Except for the one guy who came close but barely made you feel alive. Well you think, maybe this weekend will be different...
My hand continues to stoke your legs and hips. My index finger traces the outline of your swimsuit underneath one of the frayed pants legs on your shorts. I notice that goose bumps rise up on your legs as I do this. The only strange thing is though is that your pussy is radiating heat.
You can feel my hand playing along the suit covering your pussy from the world. How close my finger is to it you think. How quickly it could slide in. We have only been together for a few weeks and I have never done anything like this yet. We have never been more intimate than a very passionate kiss. You realize how excited you actually are. You have never been so aroused by a finger just gliding along on you thigh like this. Well you think, maybe this weekend will be different. . .
We get to the camp and you notice that I have already been there and have it set up. The fire is ready to be lit and the tent is already pitched. On a table next to the tent is a glass vase with freshly picked flowers from a nearby meadow. Daffodils, tulips, and marigolds all grouped together to form a rainbow of colors. In their simplicity you have never seen anything more beautiful. As you walk over to smell them you feel me come up behind you and wrap my arms around you. You can feel the warmth and strength of my body. You relax into my embrace as I begin to kiss your neck. I lean forward and whisper into your ear that no flowers could ever compare to your beauty.
You twist around in my arms and as we come face-to-face our lips meet and a fire blazes up between us. Our lips begin to hold each pother closer than our arms possibly could. You can feel the warmth that started in your body this morning grow to an ache that you have never felt before. You can feel your swimsuit pull tight against your flush lips as more blood travels to the door of your pleasure. The trip in, the flowers, the togetherness, and summer day itself are all giving you a feeling that you have never felt before. You hope that I have the key to your door. Well you think, maybe this weekend will be different. . .