We park the car and walk the short distance to the edge of a meadow near a river... with wildflowers in the sun.... we find a secluded corner of warm sunny grass. Spreading a banket, we plop down onto it to delight in the lightness of the day... your shoulders and head leaning on a backrest of pillow and picnic basket. I lay at your side, hands competing with the breeze to caress the skin on your arms.
I hand you the book I've carried... "Read to me". You open the book of poetry to a random spot and start...
A fantasy once came to me
As wild a dream and wontonly designed
As ever any dream might be
Unraveled from a madman's mind.
Your voice pulls me... and I roll into you... head on your chest, arm reaching over you to let its weight fall below your mounds... and my hand now turns to caress a breast... like the light touch of the wind... trying to sense you through blouse and bra. You hesitate momentarily with my touch... but continue, with a bit more breathing...
I stood beneath a summer moon
All swollen to uncanny girth,
My hand presses onto you... enjoying your fullness... fondling, my hand cupping you... moving softly to barely tickle across your blouse, but outlining you within...
And hanging, like the sun at noon,
Above the center of the err..er..earth;
I feel your nipple becoming hard and pressing through the lace into my palm. I brush my thumb along you... loving the jewel I've discovered. You pause... fumble with the pages. I look at your face... "Go on".
The storm of love has burst at last
Full on me; All the world, before,
Was like an alien, unknown shore
My one hand now deftly opens the top buttons of your blouse ("burst at last" indeed!) and slips inside... pulling the cup down to expose, *release* your nipple... and capturing it again between my fingers, a firm rolling massage... encouraging you to maintain the cadance. You pause with eyes closed for a second... pages turn in the breeze... then you read...
Your warm white hands that lay on me
Like wisps of sunshine vanishing--
Your kisses, spilled like wine
I plunge more onto you... my face falls into your breast... spilling my kisses into your cleavage... onto your nipple... tasting your wine. My displaced hand now slides along your tummy and finds the hem of your skirt... pulling it... to discover the entrance for my fingers and slip my hand between your legs and into your mysteries... I find the soft flesh along the inside of your thigh... and you soon reveal to me that you are not wearing panties... your moist heat ready for attention as I slowly use two fingers to linger softly along the outside of your folds. You gasp... I raise my head, "Read... its a big book" and return to let my tongue dance a waltz with your erect nipple.
About my face--his arms locked fast
About me, and mine own eyes dim
With happy tears for love of him.
A third finger now slides between your folds... rubbing... awash in your hot juices... then *plunges* into you while my thumb presses onto your button. You grab my head with one hand while trying to hold the book steady with the other... I suck you fully into my mouth... in... and out... as I slide my finger out... and then back in as I take more of you between my lips. Silence now for a few seconds... broken by my groan... then you
continue...
"How can I make you love me more"--
A thousand times she asks me this,
Her lips uplifted with the kiss.
And your words come uneven... rising.. between gasps and moans.. I hold you in my mouth... feeling your body heave... my finger being forced into you deep... thumb massaging your clit... the book falls as your hips pulse against me... and you rock my head into you... I can actually feel you go over the edge as you reach orgasm and the verse is replaced with a stream of words...
Ohh.. oh.. OOH... yess.. YESSS.. Noww.. Ohhh gawdddd!!!!!
