Claire and I walk in the park at dusk. The sun has completely set over the trees, but there is still a little bit of light filling the sky in the west. The eastern sky has already succumbed to night. We walk holding hands, not saying anything. In the park there is a trail through the woods with benches scattered here and there. It is late July in Kansas, so even though the sun has gone down for the most part, the temperature hasn't really dropped but a few degrees and the air is still humid. We aren't walking fast, but still I can feel sweat forming on my back.
I let go of Claire's hand as I do too often and end up walking a few steps ahead of her. I love my wife, but she has to be the slowest person on the planet. I turn around to wait for her and she smiles at me with her soft, luscious lips. In the dying light, I can see her boobs jiggle as she walks despite the sports bra she has on. She has great big, tan breasts. The kind that make guys stare. The kin that will never be secure enough despite the efforts of the best and most expensive bra. The kind that cause her to always have cleavage even in clothes not cut for it. I've never decided if I am a tits man or an ass man. When I look at her tits, I'm a tits man. When I look at her ass, I'm an ass man. She catches up to me and a sliver of light shines through a hole in the trees like a spotlight on her breasts. I can see sexy little droplets of sweat beading on them because of her low cut sporty tank top. She has the perfect amount of sweat goingβthe kind where it is sexy and not just sweaty. Her skin shines and glistens.
"You look sexy like that," I tell her.
"Like what?" she asks and kisses me on the lips.
"With your skin all shiny with sweat," I say when she breaks off the kiss.