... and I believe it could be done. As we walk I struggle to hear your words, not just the music of your voice. You talk about the variety of trees, the many creatures of the woods, the strengths and delicacies of each ecosystem ... and when I stumble over a root you catch me by the hand and we continue our passage with fingers entwined, feeling as though we'd been doing this for hundreds of years. Just as we arrive at the split tree (a huge oak that had been struck by lightning), a gentle misty rain begins to fall. I lean back against the tree, eyes closed, face turned up to feel the moisture, and I listen to the hush surrounding me, forgetting briefly that I'm not alone. When I feel the soft press of your lips against mine, my mind flashes a sudden warning, but I know I want this. I open my mouth slightly and the tip of my tongue glides just between your lips. You pull back as if you're just as surprised at having kissed me as I am surprised at my willing response. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, we both realize the answer to the unspoken question. You hesitate only a blink, allowing me the lead. I unzip my jacket and toss it aside. You've unbuttoned your coat and I reach for you, pushing it off your shoulders. Pausing a second to search your eyes for doubt, I take your mouth with mine and kiss you hungrily as I feel the fire build fiercely in my stomach. I fumble to unbutton your shirt while your arms hold me to you, your mouth locked on mine, until finally I can rip open my warm flannel shirt (thank god for snaps) and press my bare flesh against you. You gasp and pull away to look at me. I guess you expected to see a bra, and you smile to find nothing between my full round breasts, erect nipples and the cool, moist air. |