The weekend is drawing closer and closer and your little secret is burning within you, screaming to be released. This secret of yours cannot be disclosed to your work colleagues though, this was your own private taboo and yours alone. You are heading for a works lunch and I just happen to have an invite too. Everyone had been given a +1 invitation and I was yours, being what everyone thought of as just a new friend you'd recently met. No one suspected there was anything between us, why would they? as I had only been there a week, though we had known one another for months.
All afternoon in the pub we had enjoyed the company, all the while checking each other out and thinking of our last liaison together. We finish our meals in the pub and walk towards the exit, I am right behind you and you tense as I hold your sides for a brief moment, despite knowing someone might easily see the exchange. We take seats with everyone else out to the front of the pub, making small talk with others as we secretly make eyes to each other.
I think of moving closer to reach for your leg but realise the underside of the table is exposed to the views of others so think better of it, for the time being. People start to talk of leaving and I mention, to anyone listening of walking through the woods home. Your mind begins to work overtime to think of a way we can be together. As time draws on the sun comes out again and it becomes hotter and hotter. Your ride is about to go and you say it's too nice to leave yet. You fetch your bag from the car before it leaves then disappear into the pub.
Several others leave before you reappear wearing a thin mid length summer dress. It's bright yellow and you look stunning as you walk towards the table. I jump up and pull a chair out for you to sit and offer to get you a drink. I rush in to get you an ice cold OJ. Whilst i'm away you announce to everyone remaining that you have just spoken to a friend who is coming to meet you for a drink. You relax a little more in your seat now watching on and waving as the remaining members of the party depart.
I have been missing for some time now and you begin to wonder what has happened to me but the relief etched on your face is plain to see as I walk back with your drink and take in the radiant view of you bathed in the brilliant sunshine. At last we are alone.
We take a small sip of our drinks and with a knowing look into each others eyes we jump up, our drinks forgotten and head for the canal adjacent to the pub. Worrying that someone might still be hanging around we suppress the urge to take each others hands until we are under a bridge, not 50 yards from where we entered the canal side. The moment we are out of sight from the pub I grab your hand, spin you around and our lips lock for the first time since my arrival in the area. Your body tenses and the initial hardness of our touching lips becomes softer and softer as you melt in my arms. We part and look deeply into one another's eyes now, knowing in that moment there was no going back for us once again.
We turn, hand in hand and head along the canal path at too swift a pace for any average couple of lovers on an early evening walk. The anticipation of being alone once again getting the better of us. You giggle as we go and before long we find a path into the woods. We pass several people, walking dogs or generally rambling, enjoying the good weather. We try to act like any other couple taking a walk on a hot summer evening but I'm sure we fail miserably. The path becomes quiet and I lead you off the main track into the thick woods.
We travel in one direction for several minutes and you whisper "stop here" I reply with a finger to my lips and lead you a little further still. As I part some overgrown bushes we are greeted by the sight of a small waterfall emptying into a small body of water right before us. I turn to you and say "I checked this place out earlier in the week, trust me" At this point you are completely under my spell and reply "anything!" I unbutton my shirt, taking it off swiftly then lift your dress high over your head. I look you up and down, drinking in your perfect form once again. I tell you how much I've missed being close to you then indicate for you to lose it all, which you do without hesitation, as I in turn lose my trousers and underwear. I take your hand and again kiss your lips, this time we are in sync and the kiss seems as natural as day turning to night.