It was a cool summer day as she sat listening to the droning music of the jamboree before her. Mind wandering, she noticed a man sitting below a tree, the same listless look in his eyes that she held in her soul. He looked up, and their eyes met. A grin tickled his lips; she looked away quickly, but not before the intrigue had entered into her mind. Looking back slowly, she formed a coy smile on her face as she noticed his gaze was still set on her. She smiled seductively and raised an eyebrow at him. He sat up straighter and smiled back. Running a tongue over her lips, she crossed her legs smoothly and pretended to place her interest back in the music. He continued to watch her, and throughout the next several hours of that morning, their eyes met many more times, thoughts within their heads filled with each other. They had both sensed the automatic attraction and were restraining themselves with much force.
As the supper hour approached, the young woman rose from her chair and sauntered near the large, firm oak under which the man rested. Kneeling discreetly beside the tree, she placed a hand on his shoulder, startling him. Looking up, an excited, yet subdued look crossed his face. The word hello began to pass his lips, but she silenced him with one word: "Come."
She rose and walked swiftly away from the tree, leaving him to sit and ponder. Ponder he did not do for long, as he rose quickly and followed the curvaceous woman in the tight jeans and beige tank top. He silently noted to himself that the clouds were beginning to gather with dark foreboding. Reaching her, he had the sense not to talk, and so they walked in silence around the people gathered, up a hill, across the road, and into part of the campground where the jamboree was held. They said nothing, motioned nothing, gave away nothing that would give anyone else the sense that the young woman and young man in jeans were together. She just walked, and he simply followed her, waiting for what he knew was surely to come.
As they reached the campground, they noticed no one, and as he began to speak again, she grabbed his hand discreetly and pulled him into a covered clearing in the trees. His back facing the entrance, she reached her hands to the sides of his head, pulling his head down toward her, and forced her lips on his. He stood there a moment, stunned, then began to accept the passion she passed to him. He gently placed his hands above her hips as her intensity grew, and soon he felt his grip tighten and move down to her buttocks. Groping her tightly, he let a moan escape his lips as their tongues entwined passionately.
Throughout the kiss, she had rotated him so that her back was facing the entrance. Now as they grew more and more excited, she pulled away. Seeing the confused look on his face, she reacted by forcefully pushing him down to the ground, his body sprawled over the grass. He sat there, propped on his elbows, only for a second, as she soon threw her body on top of his and began kissing him fervently again. Soon, her kisses moved past his mouth; down his chin, onto his neck, and to his shirt collar. Her hands moved deftly across his chest, down to the edge of the material of his flimsy t-shirt. Moving her hands under the shirt and up his torso, she pulled the shirt up and soon had pushed it over his head. Her lips again began to caress his body, moving down his highly toned torso, lips only lingering to pull at his tight nipples before moving down to his belly button. Her hands in constant caress of his chest were soon down to the edge of his jeans, fiddling with the top button. His breathing intensified, and he was startle as she spoke for the second time, to him.
