We set up the picnic blanket and basket of goodies, and sat on the edge of the lake, toes dipped in the water. I splashed my legs back and forth, spraying water up in a small arch. Jumping up suddenly I walked over towards the blanket, turning I saw Leith was following me.
He swaggered over to me and kissed me. It was a good kiss, the kind where in the movies the girl lifts her foot. I didn't do that of course, I wasn't stupid in love, not just yet anyway. But it was a damn fine kiss.
We stumbled past the lake and I barely heard the sound of the water sloshing against the shore, or the birds twittering away in the distance. By contrast Leith's breathing was fast and hot, almost a pant.
By the time he got near the picnic blanket he was getting impatient. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, bending my spine so I could reach he ear with my mouth. Leith moaned as he carried me, barely pausing, before gently placing me on the floor.
The grass was cold against my toes; it acted as an anchor to the ground as I felt my head float above my body. I closed my eyes concentrating on the feel of his hands running over my, ridding me of the encumbrance of my shorts, the restriction of my bra.
Dropping to his knees in front of me on the grass. Leith wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against my stomach, as he clung to me, trembling slightly.
I gasped to feel him lift my breast, bringing as much as he could into his mouth. He pulled gently on my nipple, his tongue hot against my skin, his mouth demanding.
