It is a beautiful summer morning. The sky is clear, and the air is crisp. The sun is shining brightly as I drive up in my vintage Triumph Spitfire 1500, red with black and tan interior. I come to a stop in front of you. You're wearing a light blue skirt and a yellow sleeveless button down blouse, with the top two buttons open. I get out of the car and casually walk over to you.
I put my arm around your waist, and walk you to the car. You tell me you have your bathing suit and you ask me where we are going. I just smile and tell you not to worry. I open the car door and you slide in, your skirt slightly riding up your legs.
I get in the car and start it up. The engine revs as I put it into first gear, and away we go. I go through all of the gears, gaining speed. The radio is playing a Billy Joel song and I reach over to hold your hand. You give me your hand and I squeeze it gently. You put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes, listening to the song lyrics, feeling the sun on your face, and the wind blowing through your hair as we drive. Again you ask me where we are going, and again I tell you not to worry. It's a special place that I found just for you. You squeeze my hand and proceed to fall asleep as we drive, your head still on my shoulder.
The change in the engine noise wakes you, and you realize that I am slowing down. I downshift several times and finally come to a stop at the side of the road. I shut off the engine as you look around. All you can see on this deserted road is rolling hills filled with wildflowers, lush green trees in the distance.
"It's absolutely beautiful," you say.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you," I reply.
We get out of the car and I open the trunk, removing a blanket and a picnic basket. You follow me as I make my way through the flowers toward the top of a hill.
"Where are we?"
"A very special place hon. Where is not important."
As we crest the hill, you can see a pond surrounded by the wildflowers, and a small deserted beach at the bottom of the hill. You touch my hand and I turn to face you. I put the basket and blanket down and put my arms around you, holding you tight to me and kissing you deeply. We kiss for what seems like hours. Finally you pull away from me and smile. You grab the blanket and start running down the hill toward the beach, giggling as you go, the blanket trailing behind you, waving like a flag in a breeze. I pick up the picnic basket and follow along, walking down the path that you made through the flowers.
As I get to the beach, you spread out the blanket and run back to me. We kiss again. You hold my hand as we walk to the blanket.
I sit down and you lie down, your head cradled in my crossed legs. You let out a sigh as I start to massage your shoulders and arms.
"mmmmmm, that feels so good. You could do that to me forever."
My hands continue to massage your shoulders; you open the third button on your blouse, allowing me to move my hands inside. As I continue to massage your warm skin my hands wander down to your chest, and I gently start to massage your breasts. You let out a moan as I find your nipples, rolling them between my thumb and fingers. They become erect in my hands as you unbutton your blouse fully, exposing your beautiful, round breasts to the open air and to my hands. You moan softly and smile, as the warm sun and my hands feel so good against your naked skin.
We shift positions, so that I am lying beside you, and I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, savoring the taste if it, feeling the textures of it with my tongue. Again, you moan softly. Your fingers gently run over my ears, tracing them with your fingernails. Now it's my turn to let out a moan. I release your nipple from my mouth and find your other one. The air feels cold against the wet skin where my mouth has been.