(Any similarity of the characters in this story with real persons is purely intentional)
I can see two people in a park, under a large oak tree. A man and a woman, the man is lying on his back dressed in a casual pullover shirt and comfortable slacks. She sits close beside him, wearing a red silk dress. They are nestled comfortably in the shade under the large oak, on a large blanket.
A picnic basket sits on the ground at her feet. An ice bucket with a bottle of champagne protrudes from the bucket. Champagne glasses, half consumed are evident in their hands. The woman leans over and feeds a finger food of some indeterminate variety to the man. They are talking softly, punctuated by frequent low laughter. The temperature is comfortable in the high 70's, but a cool breeze stirs just often enough to make a perfect setting. Butterflies wing merrily around the picnic site. Not another soul is within eyesight of the euphoric couple as they while away the afternoon, obviously very much immersed in each other.
She leans over and kisses him, a soft and tender kiss, lingering, and then breaks away to pop yet another morsel into his mouth, and eating one herself. Panning in closer, her creamy smooth skin, dark brown hair and greenish-hazel eyes create a stunning beauty as she smiles down at him. The man is handsome in a rugged sort of way, brown hair, slightly peppered with gray, blue eyes shining, returning her look of obvious mutual attraction.
They are kissing again, more demanding now, lips dueling and tongues intertwined. Passions rise as they continue the beginning stages of a long slow seduction and afternoon of lovemaking. He is holding her hands in his now, looking into those bright eyes, his hands caressing her shoulders, one hand slides along her neck, under her hair and flings it up over their heads, savoring the sweet fragrance that is always present around her. She returns his gaze, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes and also smelling the light sweet scent of after-shave.
Inhaling deeply the special scent of the other they allow themselves the pleasure of imprinting forever in their respective memories, the fragrance that identifies each to the other. It is a tiny spark of love, growing hotter with each passing moment, destined for where, neither presently knows, but each open to the possibilities of the present pleasure only or perhaps daring even to dream of more.
They are kissing again, even more demanding now, lips dueling, feeding hungrily, a tongue darts to touch and gently part lips. The parting lips yield and the tongue is quickly sucked deep into the waiting mouth, tasting each the other, still the spark glows even hotter.
The couple reclines together on the blanket, embracing, head to toe, thigh, to thigh, pelvis to pelvis, her heaving breasts pressing against his chest, still kissing, hands caressing. The woman's hands hold his head and trace the outline of his face as they continue to devour each other with hot passionate kisses. She snuggles even closer as his hand slipped down her back to caress and cup her butt, sharply pulling her ever closer to him. His hand slides around and up her back, locating the zipper to her dress, and gently zips it down revealing her bare back, caressing her back, her flesh hot to his touch.
