"I would just like to thank Pixie for her guidance and editorial expertise in helping me with Highland Heaven. I am eternally grateful"
June and Pix lay close together, almost falling asleep as they watched the Eagle soaring above; the only sound was that of the water cascading over the rocks. Pix lay on June. The sun beaming down, their skin burning slightly in the August sunshine.
"At least we won't have bikini lines," June said, and they both giggled like kids.
The day had been magnificent, walking in the hills, swimming in a mountain river, and making love in the heather.
Back in the village they returned to the Guesthouse. Mrs McKenzie, the owner, greeted them with a cup of tea and warm welcome.
After freshening up, they spent the evening in the local pub, eating fresh langoustines and drinking Pix's favourite wine, a bottle of Chablis.
They chatted to the barmaid, Hannah, who seemed to want to ask questions but was slightly embarrassed to do so. It might have been her age, she was eighteen, or perhaps it was just shyness, but Pix told June that she sensed the girl needed some sort of release.
"Not with you, she isn't!"
June was teasing, she knew Pix wouldn't, but she also knew that her soft heart could sometimes lead her into trouble with women who mistook it for something else.
"Of course not. Anyway," Pix added, "let's not pry. If she wants to chat, she knows where to come."
Everyone in the pub seemed to be talking about the next evening, when it was the annual village dance, or Ceilidh as it's called in the Highlands. Traditional Scottish dancing with the local band was the highlight of the social calendar,
"Do let's go to the dance June, we could stay another night," Pix said, "you know I love to dance."
"It's not quite your type of dancing darling, but if Mrs McKenzie has our room free, I don't see why not."
Pix grinned with excitement and poured another glass of wine, and kissed her cheek - much to the amusement of Hannah.
The thought of doing a Gay Gordon's or Dashing White Sergeant appealed to Pix.
That night they made love once more.
Their love was a passionate one. Both had a history of being dominated, and there had been both bondage and humiliation, and while elements of that could still come into their lovemaking when they wanted it, their love was one of passion, a sensuality which took its time, which allowed each to explore the other, mind and body. Once ignited, their passion would burn with a steady, but consuming flame.
June lifted Pix onto the bed, wrapped in a bath sheet after they had just soaked in a hot bath together. playing games with their feet under the water, and of course giggling.
Pix was so petite and light, that June could carry her without any strain - except that is, the strain of restraining herself until she got her to the bed.
Lying her lover on the huge fluffy bath towel, June patted her body, drying any
residue water, and making her lover squirm. June kissed Pix all over her body, licking moisture from the strangest of places, eventually reaching her toes, where she sucked each one, individually, putting her tongue between them.
Even as Pix luxuriated in her lover's attentive care, she noted with a smile that June was positioning herself perfectly for a sixty-nine. Her thighs astride Pix's face, June slowly lowered her wetness onto Pix's eager tongue, moaning as it made contact with her. She lowered her head between Pix's slender thighs, lapping, licking, and teasing, her tongue darting between Pix's pussy lips, even as Pix did the same to her.
Working with one another, as June ground her wetness into Pix's mouth, Pix sucked on June's clit, pulling it between her teeth and nibbling. The sensations ran through each body like a tsunami. Moaning, with heaving breathing until they came together in a shuddering complete climax.
Calming and relaxing, June turned and cuddled Pix smiling. The devotion glowed on both faces, and soon sleep overcame them both until the morning sunlight shone through the window.
Next morning at breakfast Mrs Mackenzie confirmed they could stay another night adding in a friendly manner, that everyone in the village went to the ceilidh.
"You'll both be most welcome, my dears."
"That's it, settled then," said Pix, again grinning from ear to ear.
They spent the day walking on the local beach, combing through various shells and stones washed up over the years.
The sun shone as brightly as the day before, so they paddled in the sea, but it felt too cold to swim, and besides they had no swimsuits and there were others around unlike the previous day. But, with perseverance they managed to find a very secluded cove. Cuddling up together in the warm sunshine, June and Pix lay in the sand, kissing, giggling, and talking about the night ahead.
Walking into the village hall that evening June was amazed that it was packed. It looked as though there were at least a hundred there - a mix of locals and tourists.