When I think of you, this little pixie, my mind closes out everything else. I get to see you today I think with a smile. I daze back out a little as the train rockets down the tracks. My head back against the window, eyes half closed and mind focused on one thing only. You.
I stroll in to the gardens, taking in the sites, reminding myself how good it is to have such a slice of nature still available inside the fallout zone of the suburban WMD. Glancing at my watch I see that I'm a little early, as planned and walk towards a little kiosk to get a bottle of water and hopefully some cups. A brief chat with the operator produces 2 cups and directions to the quietest, most natural part of the gardens. Packing the cups away in my little treasure bag I glance back at my watch, a smile crosses my lips as I start looking around for the little pixie. I quickly check my phone for any message to mention you were going to be late and as I look up I see you walking in. A quick mental checklist shows that I'm all prepared and I stroll over in your direction, that cheeky grin on my face again, this time it's here to stay.
You seem distracted, looking around for me, so I take the opportunity to step around to the side of you and approach out of your view, my eyes drinking in your every curve and every movement. I stride up and throw my arms around you from behind as you turn at the sound of another screaming child. I dip my head and bring my lips to meet your neck just behind your ear, a few soft kisses and I whisper 'hi' just loud enough for you. You jump around in my arms, first in shock and then in delight as you recognise my voice. Our eyes meet and our lips soon follow, the world fades away from the moment and we continue to practice kissing around the largest of smiles.
You throw your arms around my neck and I lift you up from the hips, allowing you to slide your legs around me and my hands to slide down to your ass. Oh how I loved kissing you like this. We exchange quick greetings around happy kisses until we finally notice that we are sort of holding up the crowd. With a small laugh I let you down and firmly grasp your hand, leading you off in to the gardens. The Sun shines brightly for us as we stroll hand in hand, not many words needing to be said. Both of us are caught up in the moment, the presence of the other and the scenery around. This is the sort of day that people write books, poems and movies about!
Garden after garden are passed as the crowd thins and our path becomes dappled by the shade of overhanging trees. Knowing how you are when things cool down I throw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to me and giving freely of my warmth. We stroll for a while longer, lost in the pleasure of the afternoon. Tucked up under my arm you follow the winding trail glancing around at everything that catches your eyes. As the path begins to open up to a clearing you find yourself pushed roughly against a tree. The rough bark against your shoulders as my body pushes against yours. My fingers snake in to your hair and I tilt your chin up so that our lips can meet. The other hand moves roughly down your body and closes around your breast, squeezing tightly as the nipple begins to push out your top. Your head is tilting back as I pull down on your hair, my lips meeting your neck and my other fingers tease your nipple through your top. The suddenness of this has you dazed in pleasure. My hand slides down from your breast as you begin to feel me harden against your leg. Fingers begin roughly trailing over the outside of your pants and awakening the last element of your desire.
Then I'm back away from you and guiding you towards the clearing. You nearly stumble in surprise as you collect your mind and bring your body back under control. As we enter the clearing we are back under the gorgeous warmth of the sun. I put my bag back on the ground and begin to pull out a picnic blanket as you watch on confused with desire. I turn back to take a look at you and take in the effect I'm having on you. With a small smile I finish laying out the blanket and reach back in to the bag for the glasses and small bottle of American honey I brought along. Pulling you down on to the mat; I pour us both a nip and hand yours over. Our eyes meet in a smile and I lean forward to kiss the honey on your lips, a kiss that just stokes the fire again.