Toni is breathing the warm air of a summer's day.
She has nothing pressing to do, just a welcome feeling of some free time. Reading time. Thinking time. A rare and pampering luxury.
Her husband is out of town for the day at a business conference.
Reading a book, she is laying in her outdoor hammock. In the book, there is a lengthy and explicit description of hot sex between two characters. Naturally, it makes her feel horny, and a little adventurous. The author intended that, she thinks. Rascal.
Putting the book to one side, she gives thought to her rubber cock, in a drawer inside, upstairs. She doesn't need it often but when she does, she finds it terribly exciting. She's never used it outdoors, she thinks.
She wanders inside to find it. It is hefty and has a soft feeling in her hands, like potter's clay. Her insides churn excitedly - almost like butterflies. She hatches a plan for it. Along with a soft towel, she puts the cock and the book into a soft satchel, dresses for a walk and heads outside toward a local forested area. She is feeling a little afraid, excited... and sexily determined.
A few hundred yards in, well in, Toni carefully and a little furtively steps off the main trail into an area of pines, untrammeled underneath. Here, she notices, the forest floor is thickly padded with years' of fallen soft needles.
It is quiet here - in here - she notes, peaceful. Seemingly far away and serenely beautiful. The scent of pine overwhelms. A warm, soft breeze fluffs against her skin, gently blowing tufts of her hair. A birds chatters quietly. No human can be seen or heard. She stops still. She listens. She looks. She is deep in the woods, well off any beaten track.
Toni is alone. She is sure of that.
Over there she sees a deeper gully area, the sun baking down into part of it. It attracts her.
She goes there and looks for a place to sit in the sun, a hot place, a place to lean back against a tree's large trunk. A secret place. She pulls out a small blanket and lays it down. Slowly lowering herself, she looks around to make sure she is unseen, and cannot be easily stumbled upon. This helps her relax. Toni feels safe. She settles down into the sun, the heat baking her face, legs, arms.
A swallowtail butterfly glides by, on the prowl for nectar.
Quickly, she sinks into fantasy, recalling the hot passage in the book. She fingers the pages open at the memorized number.
Clay and Ruby are on horseback, a planned outing into the foothills. This is a familiar enough route for Clay. Their conversation is about the previous evening, the company, the laughter, the talk, the gossip. They had been at an event, an unusual event for them. The guests had been particularly sparkling: well dressed, witty, good looking, they felt exhilarated to have been away from their usual crowd. Today, they are reminiscing about a change of pace that they had both acknowledged and enjoyed. There had been flirtations and each of them, without overt acknowledgment, secretly enjoyed the memory of that, today feeling sly in the way they speak to each other. Today feeling sly in their bodies.
In anticipation, Toni has worn a short dress. Her knees come up, her legs fall open. She exposes her genitals to the full rays of the sun. It is so very warm there, in that spot, and now on her inner thighs. She feels free. One leg up, one leg down, both legs up, both legs down. Sweat forms in places. Twirling her pubic hair with fingers, she reads on.
A clear cold brook beside the trail is a watering hole for horses, and so here they stop for a rest. Clay tethers the horses to a low branch. He has brought some wine and food. Leaving the horses to rest in the shade, he leads Ruby into the sunshine. It is a cool day but the sun warms them immediately. Clay pours two cups of wine. They each lay back, finding ways to recline comfortably. They drink, and quietly talk further.
Clay and Ruby are new lovers. Making love is never far from their minds. There is a feeling of seduction and excitement in the air. A soft breeze tosses wisps of hair. Clay looks at the clear sky, then looks around, then looks at Ruby, deeply, wantonly, and the conversation stalls.
The wine is taking over.
