We're driving down a long winding road through a thick forest. The trees stretch up high into the sky, and on each side of the road is a thick impenetrable wall of lush greenery. The road stretches on and on, and the light comes through in patches. It's been raining, but it's not cold. The moisture in the air clings to your skin luxuriously, enveloping you in a warm caress.
There's some soft jazz -- Miles Davis - playing on the radio, and you stretch out sleepily on the leather seats, which are soft and comfortable. You're wearing a short thin skirt, which rides up your thighs as you extend your legs, and the feeling of the supple warm leather feels good on your skin. You've slipped your shoes off and curl your toes into the thick carpet and sigh contentedly. Your movement causes me to glance over, and the sight of your naked legs mesmerizes me for a moment, my eyes are temporarily fixed on the hem your skirt as it rides up your silky thighs.
You absently raise your hands about your head and stretch again, bringing your hands slowly down you face, then neck and down the front of your blouse, which has been loosely buttoned. The movement of your hands causes the uppermost button to come undone and the curve of your ample breasts is revealed, as is the hint of your white lingerie underneath.
I'm enjoying catching glimpses of you out the corner of my eye, and the bulge in my pants and the grin on my face, leaves no confusion of what is on my mind. The distraction is taking its toll on my driving, we're lucky the road is deserted. You see me watching you, and smile wickedly, biting your lip in a seductive way. You adjust yourself in your seat a little, and lean back so I can clearly see you. You bring your finger to your lips and gently lick the tip, and then run it down your chin, down your neck and between your breasts and towards your waist. As your fingers moves down, the small buttons of your blouse let go, and the shirt parts, revealing the soft skin beneath.
Your hands move to your knees, and you run your hands very slowly up your thighs. As you move your fingertips lightly over your skin, you feel the warmth and it produces a slight tingling effect. You move your hands even higher up, and your fingertips catch the hem of your skirt, raising it even higher. You thighs part a little, and you fingertips run over the top of your legs and in between them, briefly touching the fabric of your underwear before travelling slowly back towards your knees.
You lick your lips lightly, and close your eyes as you lean back in your seat. Your hands leisurely make their path up and down your thighs a few more times, and you can feel your pulse rate increasing with each pass. You breathe in deeply and move your hands up to your silky stomach, and again you feel the warmth of your skin. You move your hands up, parting your white blouse further. You skin feels good to your touch and the moisture in the air adds a sheen, that lets your fingers slide easily over it. Your hands move still further up, and you cup your breasts tenderly. As you do so you feel your nipples hardening underneath the delicate fabric of your bra.
You look over at me and see not only a bulge in my lap, but a small drop of sweat on my brow. You smile seductively and place your hand on my lap, and give me a knowing look. I notice a small break in the trees ahead, and a little used track. Without a word, I slow the car, and leave the road, head down the trail. The trees close in around us, enveloping the car, and hiding us from view. We drive a long a minute or so and come to a small clearing, where we stop.
As we get of the car, the warmth and humidity of the fresh forest surrounds us. All around the sounds of nature remind us how remote we are from the rest of the world. Beneath out feel is a blanket of fallen leaves, muffling our steps as we move from the car. We come together, embracing and kissing passionately, running our hands over each other roughly. You bite at my neck as I run my hands up your chest and over your shoulders, pushing your blouse to the ground. You're now standing in your thin skirt, and bra, and you can feel the moist breeze on your skin, and the soft leaves beneath your feet. It's exhilarating to be semi-naked with the fresh air surrounding you, and you want more. You reach out to me and tug my shirt from my trousers and pull it up over my head, as it rises, you lean forward and lip my nipples, biting them ever slightly and tasting the saltiness of my skin. Your hands are on my shoulders, and over my chest. You look hungrily into my eyes with a look of intent that is unmistakable.