The sunlight poured through every window in Sophie bedroom rebounding off of mirrors and lighting her horizontal body as she lay in anticipation on her bed. She swung her legs round to sit before standing to look in her mirror, again. She looked beautiful, her auburn hair wrapped around her head in a French braid and her summer dress subtly hanging from her, tracing a gentle line over her perfectly formed breasts, reaching halfway down her thigh and revealing her beautifully long pale legs. The sun caught her hair, lighting up the deep red tones and accentuating her subtle freckles which peppered her entire body. She smiled, and felt the butterflies once again in her tummy.
The doorbell rang. Sophie's heart jumped and she had to take a long hard looked at herself to steady her nerves. She waited for her mum to call up to her and when it came she slowly, carefully descended the stairs to meet James at the front door. They said nothing but simply looked into each other's' eyes, full of love, desire and the warmth of the evening. Sophie's mum had already disappeared into the kitchen and was ensconced in the washing up once again. The young lovers bade her goodbye and, James taking Sophie's hand, made their way down the path.
They said nothing as they approached the deep green woodland but both felt as if they might burst if they didn't speak. James gently pulled Sophie to a halt and turned her to face him.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," Sophie replied, "and I've been nervous, and excited all day. I've been thinking about you all day, and I can't wait, I love you."
They kissed lightly and hugged long and happily before James led Sophie through the kissing gate and onto the path through the ancient deciduous forest. They walked along the path for some time listening to the birds and spotting the occasional crepuscular mammal before turning off the path onto a small trail deeper into the trees. The trail was probably the result of deer wondering through, wearing down the ground slowly developing an ancient foraging route. James led Sophie caringly pointing out low braches and patches of mud for Sophie, in her canvas dolly shoes, to avoid.
The low sun, streaming through the branches, lit their path as the young lovers made their way to the small clearing. A pool of sunlight lit the moss covered Neolithic ruins. James had wondered when he found the spot just how old the stones were and why no-one had bothered to study them but with so many in the area he guessed he could keep these to himself: a special place with a hidden history where he and Sophie could build their own story, a happy, sun-touched intimacy.
He led her over the small stream, lightly dancing across the two logs and holding her hand as she followed, then up the small bank to the small plot of level ground on which the old stones lay. They weren't visible from the path and were barely recognisable as stones at all due to the soft covering of deep green moss coating their immense surfaces. Four in all, fallen but as solid as the day they were erected thousands of years ago, and big. Almost ten feet long and 4 feet wide, the biggest and most accessible, laid on a very slight angle made a perfect place to lay.
With the sun pouring through the branches in beams of gentle orange light it was now Sophie's turn to lead. She stood looking up and listening, bringing her hands to her upper chest. She undid the button at the top of her dress before moving silently forward and taking James in her arms. They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other's' mouths and their bodies intertwining, becoming closer and closer. Sophie gently pulled away and let James' fingers trace a path over her hips and across her belly before falling to his sides. She brought her hands back to her chest, her fingers following the line of her dress to the next buttons. She seductively fastened one, two, three of the buttons allowing James to see her pale, beautiful skin resting sweetly in her floral balconette bra.
She took his hand, pulled him closer and drew his hand to the satin bow holding the cups of her bra together.
"Pull it" she said.
James gently tugged at the fabric and the knot released allowing her breasts to fall softly into his hands. A single bead of sweat made its silent path down between her pretty, fleshy orbs. His hands followed the line of her body down, his fingernails tracing a light path over her soft, dark pink nipples, down over her belly to the final buttons on her dress. Looking deep into her eyes he released them and she let the yellow flowery fabric fall from her shoulders onto the dry leafy ground below. Stood, now, in just her flowery briefs and her pumps she took to undressing her sweetheart, laying hands on his chest, bringing her lower body close to his, feeling his growing excitement. She pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his lightly tanned body and, pressing her chest into his, felt the warmth of his body against her cooler breasts. Her pert nipples pressed into his chest as she reached for the button on his jeans.
