My monotone life.
Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey building towers over me reminding me of my smallness. Banker clones brush past me in their dark suits, cramming into every remaining crevice of the elevator. The morning passes with sounds of the air conditioning humming, struggling to cool the horde running to and fro throughout the building, with learned hurriedness. Fingers rapidly click click click on faded black keyboards. Only the darkest roast coffee can awaken us. And even with that, our senses remain asleep to the natural beauty of our world, shrouded in man-made creations. I can't take it anymore and quietly cry in my six-by-six foot cubicle.
"Are you alright?" his soothing voice asks.
I can only shake my head no.
"I can help you," he continues.
I look up into gentle eyes and notice something different about him. His eyes sparkle amidst the dullness surrounding him. And they are blue. The first color I have seen today. And I agree to go with him.
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We arrive at the edge of a treeline. He opens my door, helping me down from his truck.
"Trust me," he says. "Remove all your clothes, shoes, and socks. Leave everything in my truck."
Something about his eyes and smile instills trust and I do as he says. After nervously fumbling with my clothes, struggling to balance as I remove my shoes, I feel lighter when I am finally naked. My breasts spread out, free from the restricting bra. My toes stretch, digging into the soft grass beneath my feet. I look up at him and he sees it too - the immediate change in my spirit.
His body is awe-inspiring - the strength of his broad shoulders leading down to sculpted abs, with powerful legs supporting his sturdy frame. We stand in front of each other taking in our nakedness. His impressive manhood hangs peacefully between his legs, obviously grateful for its new freedom. He bends his head to capture my lips with his. It is a beautiful kiss.
He takes hold of my hands and raises them above my head as if reaching for the sky.
"Breathe in. What do you smell?" he asks.
I sniff the air and reply, "Nothing."
"Clear your mind, Penelope. Breathe in slowly through your nose again and tell me what you smell."
I breathe in slowly, expanding my nostrils, inhaling the air, and letting thoughts of meetings and deadlines drift away. The first scent to reach my senses is jasmine.
Excited I reply, "Jasmine. I smell the sharp, sweet smell of jasmine."
"Good. What else?" he asks keeping our hands raised above our heads.
I inhale again, even slower, my nose seeking out the aromas surrounding us.
"Evergreens. And ... and ... eucalyptus, I think."
"Very good, Penelope. You are becoming mindful," he says lowering our hands and leaning in to kiss my cheek.
He pulls me forward and we leave the rest of the world behind as we enter the cocoon of the forest. I feel as if the trees close in, creating a barrier from any worldly distractors wanting to steal our sought-after peace and quiet. As we leisurely walk hand-in-hand, following no particular path, my eyes notice the color. Gone are the shades of grey. Present are the colors of the rainbow. Leaves in vivid shades of green beautify the tops of the varying tree trunks. Flowers painted in red, yellow, pink, and purple adorn the grasslands. Brilliant-colored birds flutter about the branches. I even spy the red-headed pileated woodpecker knocking its beak on a tree trunk. Looking up, I see the white puffy clouds floating amidst its baby-blue backdrop. And this man beside me - his olive-colored skin - only embellishes the luscious landscape.
He stops our walking and maneuvers behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I see the delicate purple flower in his hand. He raises its soft petals and brushes it against my nipples. I sigh at its touches. My eyes watch with wonder as my sleeping nipples awaken. Back and forth he rubs the flower, with slow, unhurried movements.
"Just feel, Penelope," he whispers in my ear, as I close my eyes to concentrate on these delightful sensations.
I turn towards him and lay my head against his broad, naked chest. His cock is hardening. My hand reaches down to stroke his warm skin on his shaft. My speed increases as I hear the first sounds of his heartbeat from his chest. But, his hand covers my hand, slowing my pace.
"No rushing today, Penelope," he says softly.
My eyes seek out the massive oak trunks all around us and I can't help but draw a comparison. Just as they climb towards the sun, his thick cock reaches for something also. I love the feel of him lengthening in my hand. As I spy tiny drops of dew on the flowers around us, I notice his drop of pre-cum emerging from his mushroom head. Bending my head, I lick it up with my tongue, savoring its sweet taste. Ummmmm.
He lifts my head and kisses my mouth. Our lips move in unison, the stillness around us allows us to hear the sounds of our kissing - the smacking of lips, the wetness of our tongues - you can hear it in nature. And it is arousing.
Breaking our kiss, he pulls me down to the ground, sitting me between his legs. The grass softly cushions our naked asses, its random blades tickling. Reaching over, I pluck a pink flower from the ground. Its petals are tightly folded protecting something inside. His arms circle my front, and he releases my flower into his own fingers. While one hand gingerly holds the stem, his other hand ever-so-slowly works the flower gently with his fingers, fucking it slowly, until its pink folds open up for him, revealing the bright yellow pollen inside.
"Do you see, Penelope, what treasures await with patience?"
I feel the wetness between my legs as my own flower begs to be opened by his fingers. My own sweet nectar runs down my legs, being soaked up by the ground. Not a drop is wasted in nature.
I lean back against his warm body soaking up the atmosphere. I breathe deeply and pick up a new scent.
"Honeysuckle," I proudly exclaim.
"What?"
"I smell honeysuckle," I repeat.
I turn my head to watch his nostrils flare and then he smiles, hugging me tighter. He smells it now too. I smile in complete contentment, watching the sights before me. Squirrels playfully chase each other around a tree, before disappearing up its trunk. Insects crawl along the ground, in no particular hurry. And I feel the wind skimming my body, ever so lightly.