So I sit very still and drive carefully and slowly.So I sit very still and drive carefully and slowly. Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per hour. It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to each side of us creep by. There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall grass. "Could we stop for a bit?" you ask. "If you like," I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding. We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes sparkling. Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me, breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me. Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I and I can think of nothing but you. You stand very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me, your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain my body is going to explode. Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t- shirt, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head. Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills my mouth. Suddenly, panting, you push me away. Your eyes cloudy with desire and yearning, your hands move to the top of your cutoffs. Slowly you lower the zipper, and drop the shorts to the ground. Keeping your eyes on mine, you step out of them and stand there before me, naked. |