It was a warm early autumn day, a perfect day for hiking when we arrived at the park. it brought back memories of when we had been there before. how beautiful you were, how much I wanted to kiss and caress you..... to make passionate love to you.... But our love then was just emerging... cautious, timid, considerate of not taking advantage; not knowing for sure the feelings of the other. Now, itโs different... that fact is confirmed by our eye contact as we get out of the car. I grab my trenchcoat as an afterthought just in case the weather changes. You smile, knowing the coat is for you because I am always hot... There is no need for words as we set out, our love is obvious and abounds in the electric touch of our hands, in the deep pools of passion found in each otherโs eyes. It is as concrete as the sidewalk beneath our feet which now gives way to the crunch of the wooded path.
As always, I drink you in with my eyes and I like what I see.... the light button up blouse and the wrap around skirt that you are wearing..... you are right to remain bare legged... your legs are sooo sexy..... you should wear skirts and shorts more often to show them off. My mind flashes back to the last time you wore a skirt.....we were meeting after work, you stepped into my car, settled back in the seat and we kissed.........Your kisses are electricity to me. My cock always jumps when our lips first meet. Soon, your tits were bare for me to kiss and nuzzle and suck, your hands were tied to the clothing hooks above the rear windows, your skirt and thong were no longer protective covering for your lovely pussy. Iโll never forget that first time I saw you so intimately. How beautiful you are between your legs....how wonderful you smelled and tasted as I licked your clit and kissed and sucked on your pussy lips................
I hear you call softly, my reflections have caused me to lag behind you......but I donโt mind, it gives me a chance to gaze at your legs and your ass. How absolutely sexy you are.... You take my breath away. My voyeuristic impulses get the best of me and I find myself staying several paces behind you hoping to glimpse up your skirt as you ascend a set of steps. I even risk stooping almost to my knees to get a better view..... to no avail. But still a rush to try without getting caught.