"I miss you so much when you're gone! What? You still have two weeks to go? Ugh. Well, at least this time you get to do something new. But sometimes I wish you were a teacher or something, where you wouldn't have to travel so much for work. Yes, I know you'll call every night, but I still miss you.
What's that? A fantasy? Not likely! Why not? I can't possibly tell you something like that over the phone! Besides, I don't say stuff like that anyway. You know that. Why do you want me to turn off the lights? Fine, fine, I'm going. There, now it's dark in here. I'm already sitting on the bed- we have no chairs! No, if I lie down, I'll probably fall asleep. I know dearest... I'm sorry I'm being difficult. It's just... I've never done this before. I'll try. If you really want me to, I'll try, but I really don't know what I'm doing so it'll probably sound pretty stupid. Ok. I'm calm. I'm not incredibly nervous. I'm not about to expire of embarrassment. I'm good. I can do this. Ok... Here goes... I can't believe I'm doing this. Um...
So, you asked about one of my fantasies. Well, you know I've always loved the outdoors. Lots of space, fresh air, the scent of pine trees and wood smoke or freshly cut hay... You know wood smoke especially drives me wild. I guess maybe that's why making love outside has always been one of my favorite daydreams. Hmm... Ha... My mouth's gone dry suddenly. Anyway.
I'd love to have you with your back to a huge maple tree (oaks leave acorns all over the ground, pines have all those sticky sappy needles... most unpleasant on tender skin). You lean back against the tree as I lean in to kiss you, nibbling along your jaw, rubbing my nose playfully in your beard. I've a mind to play a game with you today. I unbutton your shirt... sliding my hands underneath to caress your chest, to tickle your ribs. Mmm... Brushing my lips gently, teasingly over your mouth. Once... twice... Again and again, toying with you, teasing until you wrap my hair around your fist to hold me still, crushing your impatient lips to mine, your tongue forcing its way inside to plunder and tangle with my own.
Your hands, fisted now in my hair, tug my head to the side as your lips sear a path down my neck, your warm breath making me shiver in anticipation. Your lips place hot kisses on my throat, then glide lower to caress the tops of my breasts. I close my eyes, barely daring to breathe, waiting for your touch... but it doesn't come. I peek upward through my lashes to see you staring at me with lust burning in your eyes. Suddenly I feel another tug at my hair, this one urging me down. You release my long curls, and with gentle but forceful hands, push me to my knees in front of you...
You push me to the ground, then lean back against the tree and wait. But I'm in a mischievous mood. I still want to play. I sit back on my heels, my back straight, eyes cast down for a moment, my hands resting on my knees. A small lopsided smile crosses my lips as I look up at you impishly through the hair that's fallen over my eyes, knowing what you want, but waiting for you to give me the words, to tell me what you want me to do. Your eyes grow wide for a moment, and I can see your nostrils flare. You know that's exactly what I'm waiting for, know it drives me wild to hear the words, but are determined not to give in this time. I fold my hands demurely in my lap and wait patiently, my eyes fixed, oh, just a little below your waist. Through your pants I can see you twitch ever so slightly at my gaze. I flick my tongue over suddenly dry lips, peeking up at you. Heaven knows I want you. But I can be stubborn, and you know it. I can see it in your eyes, wondering whether or not I'll give in....
But still your arms are crossed, and you continue to glare down at me. I can feel myself growing wet in anticipation, my body trembling with need. I'm sure you can probably smell my arousal. I know I can. You see me quiver involuntarily, and suddenly smile knowingly. You lower a hand to your belt, slowly unfastening it and pulling it free. My eyes, locked on your hands, follow every move as it slips free of the loops. I swallow convulsively as you crack the belt sharply against your thigh, first one side, then the other, and then shiver as the belt drops at your side, your hand moving on to the button of your slacks. As you begin to unfasten them, my hand reaches forward of its own volition. With a whimper I pull back, but not before you've seen me. Your smile widens and turns wicked as you slowly, teasingly, begin to lower your zipper...
Hmm.... Your wicked smile tells me that you know exactly what you're doing. I close my eyes, letting out a tiny moan; afraid I'll be defeated in my game after all. My games always seem to turn out this way! But suddenly I realize- two can play at this game. Peering up through my lashes, I see your hand go still on your zipper as you see me begin to move. Sitting back on my heels, I begin to sway ever so slightly from side to side, dancing to music that I only can hear, unbuttoning my shirt as I move. With the last button unfastened, I roll my shoulders, undulating my body to shrug my shirt to the ground. My breasts, now free of their constraint, rise and fall lightly with my breathing and the rhythm of my dance. I edge toward you on my knees, batting away the hand that's frozen at your zipper, my breasts bouncing lightly as I move. My hand lowers your zipper, my fingers reaching eagerly to peel your clothing down and off, my eyes riveted on what I've revealed....