TOGETHER:
We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for miles. It is serene and quiet, peaceful in the dappled shade shielded from the burning sun. Only the birds flying high overhead can see us.
HIM:
It was just a few weeks ago that I saw her at that party. Every time I made an approach she was having a great time with some guy, so I said “Forget it.” Then, I couldn’t believe it; there she was, all alone the next morning in the coffee shop. Even I couldn’t let that chance slip by, so I asked her to go to the concert with me. A couple of nights later we went for a walk and that is when I kissed her. Rather, she kissed me; she held onto me and kissed me with such passion I got weak in the knees. Now, here we are, together on a picnic.
HER:
I remember that night at the party so vividly. He was across the room, talking with a beautiful woman. As I watched them, I felt a little burn of jealousy toward her, although I’d never even spoken to him. He was so handsome, all the things I found physically attractive in a man. I wondered if he was as wonderful as he was attractive. At the time, it didn’t seem to matter since he never appeared to be alone. Then, when he surprised me with his approach in the coffee shop, I thought I was dreaming. I even pinched myself. He was such a gentleman on our dates, but his kiss was so given and raw. I felt I had to get to know, to have, more of this man. He had something that seemed to fit just right with me. Now, here we are, together on a picnic.
HIM:
She is at my side on her back in a thin sundress, cut in a low vee at her chest exposing the swell of her large breasts. It barely reaches down to her crotch. Her smooth, white thighs are fully exposed to my admiring sight. I watch her breasts rise and fall with each breath and am stirred by her beauty and sexuality. I glance down at the slight roundness of her pubic mound barely hidden by her dress. Somehow, I deny the urge to roll on top of her, as strong as it is. Instead, she rolls over to me and sits on my legs, straddling me. She feels warm, soft, and stirs the lust I have had for her, simmering, since we met.
HER:
I can feel him begin to harden, growing. He has barely kissed me. I am hoping this will drive him over the edge, urge him to take me, claim me. Rolling my hips forward gently, I feel the rise of his hard-on against my tender lips. The contrast of the roughness between my legs and the tenderness I see in his eyes heighten my want, my throbbing. I place my hands on his chest, to steady myself in this sitting position. Dropping my head back, I continue to rock my hips savoring the amazing sensation building between my legs. My chin high, my neck exposed for him, my hair falling down my back, I close my eyes, my lips parting with joy. Oh, why has he not taken it farther? Is it that he does not want me? On that thought, I lean forward onto his chest, my breasts falling over his face, my nipples begging for his warm moist mouth. Am I being obvious enough, can he not tell how much I want him deep inside me?
HIM:
Happily, the spaghetti straps of her dress seem to have a will of their own, slipping off her shoulders, exposing the full round volume of her breasts. Those pale delicious tits are so close to my face, nearly touching, just a breath away. I study her nipples, pink and erect, as well as her aureoles, bumpy and ripe for my tongue. I kiss her nipple and she lets out a little whimper of delight. She lifts herself and wiggles out of her skimpy panties, pressing her pussy into my groin, making my pants suddenly much too tight. Her center must be on fire, if the heat I am feeling is any indication. Her warmth, her softness brings my simmering lust to a near boil. How can a woman be so sweet and delicate and so hot and sexual at the same time? God, I want her in the worst way.
I can feel the heat of her breasts, her body, and the sweet scent of her reaching my nose. She is flushed all the way to her neck and sweating just a little. She's making those purring sounds that wrench at my balls and suck me into her presence. She keeps brushing my face softly with her luscious breasts, and I can envision latching my lips onto her voluptuous flesh, kissing, sucking.
I press my face between her breasts almost choking off my air. Instead, their warmth, their fullness and the delicate aroma of her body fill my lungs with new life. The sense of being in the right place with the right woman washes the lifelong fear of being unloved from my bones. I want this woman, to merge with her body and soul, to be inside of her.
My cock is being crushed in my pants and I don't know what to do? Do I tell her? God, I am so torn between the embarrassment at being so aroused and the powerful urge to open my pants and give it to her. What will she think? Will she get up and run away? Or, will she take my hard-on and use it for her pleasure, our pleasure? We barely know each other. It's so hard to read the signals of a woman. Her shortness of breath, sweating, and the way she has nestled her pussy onto my crotch signals she wants me to be close, inside of her. We have only exchanged a kiss or two, though she has an aggressive way of attacking my mouth with her tongue that says she wants me to take her, make her mine.
HER:
I feel the perspiration on my lip. I feel like I am starving for air. My heart is pounding. I shift my breasts against his chest, now placing my face just above his. Licking my lips, I bring them to his gently, tilting slightly to the side. Taking his breath as mine, we breathe as one. I roll my hips, pushing hard against him. I need relief, need more. I crush my lips to his, sliding my tongue between his lips, searching for his tongue.
