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"I know a place which is best for a picnic, trust me," I said, grabbing the lunch I had made and stuffed in a medium-sized grocery bag at home.
"Are you sure the church won't mind us using their parking lot?" John asked as he glanced toward the church going people who had been chatting by the front walk.
"Don't worry, The Pastor and I are quite friends," I assured him and gave a cheeky grin as I slung the blanket over my right shoulder. I turned around to face the Pastor and waved. He seemed somewhat relieved seeing the black suited man and his wife waved back with a smile on their faces.
"See, there are no issues at all." I looked at him and stared into his eyes for a moment before handing him the bag of food. I stepped closer to him, and standing on tiptoe, I gave him a quick kiss.
"Come on," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woods.
It didn't take us long to arrive at the old graveyard. We walked past it, down a little hill and entered a grassy valley. Then we jumped the tiny stream and followed it uphill to the verge of the forest. We walked past moss-covered boulders and ventured deeper into the woods.
It took us around fifteen minutes or so when we finally emerged into a grassy hollow clearing, with the creek babbling over a few rocks down the middle of the stream. Thick woods surrounded the little meadow on all sides.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I said, beaming at him.
"This is truly a perfect and beautiful spot," John smiled with approval.
There was a little waterfall and pool formed by a fallen trunk, and which was packed with years of accumulated debris.
"Let's spread the blanket."
"Let me help you," he said and gripped the other two ends of the blanket.
We spread the blanket out on a level area not so far from the small pool. Then I kicked off my shoes and sank down.
"John, sit down," I said invitingly, patting the spot next to me. He put the lunch bag down on the blanket and plopped down beside me. We giggled and chatted as we savored the delicious sandwiches, chips and bottled soda.
"Wow, Stacey! These sandwiches are so yummy!" he announced.
"Oh, really?" I smiled. "Say thanks to these beautiful hands."
John playfully sat on his knees and held my hands in his.
"Thank you so much for making such delicious lunch," he said in a royale manner and kissed both of my hands.
"Don't you think my lips are delicious too?" I chuckled.
"Lips?" he winked. "I wonder which lips are we talking about, top or bottom?"
"Shut up!" I grinned.
Suddenly, a sudden huge clap of thunder pulled us away from our romantic thoughts.
"Stacey, we need to hurry!" he said, eating or better to say, gobbling the sandwich. While we tried hard to finish our food, thick dark clouds began to gather, and a line of solid rain was visible, quickly advancing.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "It'll ruin my new dress!"
It was evident that there was no way we could make it to the car before we were drenched in the rain. I was thinking what I could to save ourselves while the sound of heavy raining was getting louder and the white line advanced through the trees and bushes.
I glanced at the bag that we had carried lunch in, and suddenly, an idea popped in my mind. Even though it was not big enough for a raincoat, it could be useful in a different way. I made an impulse decision without giving a second thought.
"Hey, I have an idea!" I exclaimed happily.
"What do you have in your mind?"
I pulled my blouse off and put it in the bag. Then I looked down at my white shorts.
He's my boyfriend, and he has seen me naked a lot.
I pondered and stood up. I pulled them down my ankles and stuffed them inside the bag too.
John was still sitting on his knees. He watched me, spellbound, and his mouth slightly open when I slipped out of my undies and added them to the bag.
"I don't want my clothes get wet," I said, hastily putting my undies in the bag. "And, it's not that you have never seen me naked before."
"Well, the same goes for me." he smirked, rising one of his eyebrows, "I don't want to get my clothes wet either."
John yanked off his t-shirt and shoved down his jeans as the rain began to fall. He stuffed them in the bag on top of my clothes. He, then, put the chips bag and the empty sandwich bag across the opening and tied it shut.
I was still standing there, butt-naked, looking down at John while he knelt to tie the bag shut. The pouring rain began to plaster his hair down, running down his chest to his arm, and finally dripping across his thighs.
John raised his head and looked up at me.