Marion stood at their living room window, drinking her tea. It was her favourite blend, Lapsang Souchong, brewed to perfection. Fluffy white clouds drifted like a flock of sheep through the achingly blue sky. The morning sunlight was warm on her naked flesh. If she were a cat, she'd be purring.
"It's a beautiful day," she said sipping her tea. "We should go for a picnic."
"Hmmm?" Jack emerged from his reverie. He was reclining on the couch, drinking his tea and enjoying the view. He could stare at Marion endlessly and this morning in their new apartment, she was breathtaking against the window as the golden morning sunlight picked out highlights in her rich brown hair, spilled upon her proud, full breasts and cascaded down her smooth round thighs like a river of gold.
"Stop staring at my bum," Marion laughed at him. "I said, 'we should go for a picnic.' "
Jack got up and stood behind her, cupping a cheek in each hand. "But I like your bum."
His hands slid around her waist, one going down to brush at her pubic bush and the other going up to fondle a breast, as he pulled her into a tight embrace. He loved this full body contact, the feeling of soft warmth along his entire torso. Flesh to flesh. Plus, Marion's round bum was made exquisitely for cuddling up to. He nuzzled her neck. "A picnic? 'A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou are all I need!'" He kissed her neck. "We could have a picnic right now..."
Marion broke free of his embrace and gave his stiffening erection a playful stroke. "You had enough of that last night!"
Indeed, even though they'd made love in the evening, he'd woken in the middle of the night aroused. Turning to her in bed he found her awake too. Wordlessly, without foreplay, she opened her mouth and arms and thighs, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss and embrace, sliding his shaft into her, burying his arousal in the dream of her flesh. Just as quickly as it started, they finished and were soon spooned together and contentedly asleep.
"We can bring that bottle of wine from when we had Jerry and Susie for dinner and get some bread and cheese at the deli. It's on our way to the greenbelt along the river."
Marion showered first and when Jack emerged she was already dressed in a pair of sandals and gaily printed cotton sundress. Its full pleated skirt swirled attractively when she turned and the tight bodice displayed her breasts to considerable effect. She wore a large straw hat and carried a big canvas bag with an old blanket in it.
"Wow!" Jack whistled as she spun, swirling the skirt.
"You haven't seen this yet, have you? I made it myself the summer before we met."
Together they headed out into the day. Their first stop was at a delicatessen that they liked to frequent. A crusty baguette, some olives and pickles, some double cream brie, and baklava, dripping with honey, were added to the feast. Marion went up to the meat counter and got the attention of the grey haired man standing behind it. She bent low, to give him a full view of her breasts.
"I'd really like some sausage. Have you got any ready to eat?" She asked, emphasizing 'really'.
The man's face reddened. "Oh yes miss. Right over here. How many would you like?"
"Two please."
"That'll be $1.85 miss."
"Oh, wait. I'm awfully hungry. Make it three, please." Emphasis on 'three.'
The man's blush deepened and he put another sausage in the pack, sealing it up and applying the price label without changing the quantity. "Here you are miss."
Marion stood up, her breasts bobbing slightly. "Oh, thank you!" She twirled away, her dress clinging to her bottom as she spun. She smiled at him over her bare shoulder. "Have a nice day sir!"
"Oh, I am miss!"
Jack started to laugh after they paid and left the deli. "I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack in there!" He pulled her close and took the bag from her.
Laughing and talking they walked to the river and after crossing the bridge they stepped off the sidewalk and took a beaten dirt path into the belt of woods that grew on both banks of the river that ran through the city. For the first several hundred yards there were signs of teenaged wildlife; stolen and abandoned shopping cars, old boxes, signs of fires and, debris from parties.
The lovers pressed on, walking hand in hand where the path was wide enough and going single file where it narrowed. Jack let Marion lead the way, partly out of chivalry, partly out of an appreciation of watching her bum as she walked, but mostly because she was leading the way deeper into the woods.
She stopped and cocked her head. "Do you hear that?"
Jack listened. "I don't hear anything."
"Exactly! You can't hear the road anymore. It's like we're in another world."
"The last survivors of civilization!"
"Castaways on a desert isle!"
"Adam and Eve in the Garden!"
"Lover's in an enchanted forest!" She pulled him into a kiss, tongue searching his lips playfully before pulling away and continuing their journey.
It was early summer, so the undergrowth was just beginning and the forest floor was still covered in flowers growing in the dappled sunlight. Jack felt a stirring in his pants as his penis began to swell.
