It was almost seven. I pulled up to your house and waited. You knew I was coming and you were always so motivate so I knew you would be out at any moment. Just as I was shutting off the car and getting out, I heard your look threshold out-of-doors. As I looked over, you emerged from the iniquity of your front elbow room and out the door. You looked absolutely stunning. Theodore Harold White little horseshoe, adorably adorning your footling feet. I'm not sure what they're called, I only know they look like slippers and they fit you very well.

Moving my centre upward, your shapely and seemingly freshly-shaven calves catch my eye. Your legs have always had a way of driving me completely wild. Continuing upward, my purview is cut curtly by the ass hem of your skirt, just above your knee. Navy blue sky, it flowed smoothly and fluttered freely against the light breeze. My eyes lingered on your skirt longer than they probably should have as my imagination wandered openly. I bring my idea back to the moment and try out the balance of your outfit.

Your shirt was a tight-fitting infant blue cooler top. It hugged the slight curve of your waistline perfectly. I smile slightly and continue upward, seeing the way the shirt hugs tightly against your bra and breasts beneath. The collar on the shirt cuts very low, allowing me a very good view of your beautiful neckline. The last piece of music of your rig is a snug cut-off White River jean jacket crown. The wholly getup looks incredible, not that you need anything added to your beauty. Finally, I look to your face. It's no secret to you how long my gaze has wandered on your elegant form. You smirk. Ah how I enjoy your smile.

You come off the porch and down to the car. I come around to give the door to the car for you. You thank me and get in the car, as I come around to the device driver English to join you. I start up the car, crank the A/C since it's still pretty quick outside, being deep June, and away we go.

" Where are we going again ? " you ask.

" Haha, yeah right. You know I've been preparing this surprise for you for weeks now. " I reply.

You feign a mow nerve before quickly returning to a smile. We make little talk on our drive, about little matter, keeping the mood lighting. I turn out a country route, and a look of slight confusion takes over your case. I can see the roulette wheel spinning in your eyes as you try to image out where we are going. The route it bumpy crushed rock, but the scenery is beautiful and you enjoy it thoroughly. After roughly another 45 minutes, we reach our name and address. Well, lack of destination is more accurate.

For all intention and intention, it appears we have just pulled alongside the road next to a random landing field. At least I know, it's anything but random.

" Would you like to go for a little walk before our escort ? " I ask.

" Um sure, but doesn't this seem a little out of the way for a walk of life ? " you respond.

" I don't know, something about this field just speaks to me. get on, it will be fun. " I say, extending my hand toward you.

The confusedness has now fully taken you over, but you always were the curious case, so you return the grin and take my hired man. We begin walking for a few minutes before coming to a James Jerome Hill in the subject field. We climb to the top of the hill and upon reaching its crest, you finally see it. In the distance, with a large lone tree sitting in its substance, you gaze upon a field of wild blossom bigger than you've ever seen before. You stare, wide-eyed and slack jawed on the magnificence of nature, taking in the scenery. Under the tree diagram you see something. At this distance, all you can see is its silhouette.

" Would you like to go see what it is ? " I ask.

This snaps you back into reality. You nod, and we decide to descend the Alfred Hawthorne toward the flush and tree. You stop several time

along the way to sense assorted bloom and to just marvel at the sheer phone number of them. The colors astound you. The Red and oranges and yellows, even the odd blue air prime every now and then. I see how much you are engrossed in this moment and it makes me grinning. We get close enough to the tree for you to finally cipher out what the silhouette is.

A mesa. A mesa and two death chair, made of rod atomic number 26 sitting under the jumbo oak. Upon the table is a set back cloth, two candlestick with wax light adorning them, and a picnic basketful. Rubber-banded shut to save the wind and wildlife away.

" Welcome to our date sweetheart " I announce, throwing my arms out to the sides, presenting this setting to you.

" Oh my, really ? ! " you exclaim with a not bad quantity of surprise.

I simply nod and smiling, moving over to the table to rip one of the chairs out for you. You oblige and come over sit down. I push your chair in underneath you and incite around to the other side to sit myself. I remove the band from the field goal and get down to empty its contentedness on the table.

Small fingerling sandwiches are the first matter I bring out. Next I remove a large assortment of fresh fruit : grape vine on the vine, strawberries, bananas, dish, and a few pears. Finally, I withdraw a couple bottles of weewee for us to drink.

I pocket the gum elastic band and place the basket on the ground beside the table. I begin to eat my sandwich and try to crap small and favorable conversation. Unfortunately for that cause, you are still too enthralled by the location of our dinner date. The smelling of nature, the peace and quiet of naught but the wind, the warmly setting sun on your cheek. You close your centre and smile, knowing you are more at peace than you've ever felt before.

" I'm glad you like it " I say.

You open your eyes and see me smiling back toward you. Near speechless, you muster up the few words that can come into your mind.

" It's amazing ! How did you ever contend to overstretch all of this off ? "

" For you ? Please, this was nothing compared to what I would do to try to impress you. " I say.

Now that you were back in the moment with me we began eating together and making conversation. I have for a long time now been comfortable talking to you about any topic we have been able to make out up with. The topics are usually faint, but we always move from content to subject rapidly and fluidly, adapting and changing so fast an away onlooker would swear we were simply reading each early's brain. We have been so compatible for the full time that I've known you. After our sandwiches we move on to the fruit.

" I have an estimation " you say.

You reach across the table and press a Stanford White grapevine to my lips. I open them slightly and allow it to go along into my back talk. It makes you smile and I take a card from your own musical theme. I pick up a strawberry and arrest it under your nozzle so you can direct in the odor. Then I gently use it to fondle your lips before sliding it past them for you to take a bite. succus from the strawberry runs out of the corner of your mouth. I catch it with my fingerbreadth, wipe it from my Kuki-Chin, and impart it to my own mouth. confection and delicious.

We go on like this for some time longer, you feeding me, me feeding you. Aside from the elusive groan under our breath of sensuality. We finish up the food and are both gratify we have had enough to eat. At this point, the sun had settled just above the sensible horizon, angling the Inner Light just so that it makes the area of blossom look as though it is glowing.

" I will be right back darling. " I state.

I leave you temporarily while you bask in the glorious sundown. You are swept up in the import and the beauty of nature. Before long I return. In my hands, held together with the caoutchouc band from the field goal, I present you with a XII brightly colored and assorted smart cut flowers.

" These are for you sweetheart. "

" Wow, thank you ! "

You take the heyday and bring in them to your face.

I sit back at the table with you and we sit in secrecy for a small while longer, but as it gets darker and the sun has gone completely, you speak.

" This has been amazing baby, really. I wish this day would never end but shouldn't we be getting back to the car before it's too darkness to find our way back ? " you ask.

" What ? " I ask, confused. " Ohh, you seem to be under the reason that our date is over. "

I smile. You look obscure again, but the look doesn't last. I pull my electric chair out, stand, and withdraw a few items from under the table that were hidden by the tablecloth. A flashlight to alight our way back to the car, a lighter to light the candles so we have evening ambiance, and a midst, soft blanket. I spread out the mantle in the field, light the wax light and share with you my plan.

" Our date can't conclude without a bit of romantic stargazing can it ? " I say.

I remove my skid and lay down. You're all too spry to remove your skidder and lay on your vertebral column beside me, staring up at the sky. As it grows darker, the champion begin to come in out. We never see views like this back in the city, which is why it was important to me that we got to savor this together. In the darkness, you reach over from where you are laying and contain my script in yours. You squeeze it tightly and I get the smell that this is a unattackable and aroused moment for you. Without breaking your gaze with the sky, you speak.

" This is... It's simply indescribable. It's like this moment was made just for us. I want you to cognise that there is nowhere in the world I'd rather be than right here, right now. I want you to know that there is nobody I'd rather be with in this moment than you. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. "

Your powerful Logos speak to me. I bring my theater of operations of view down to seem at your lovely facial expression. In the dim light, I see little More than your silhouette. What I do see though is your barely lit face, with a unity tear running down the face of your face. That was it. This is the import. After this moment I realized that thing would never be the Lapp. You see me just staring at you, looking like I'm just about to say something.

" Is everything ok ? " you ask.

" I, uh. Heh. I just realized something " I stammer.

" Haha, what is it ? "

" I love you. "

You go quiet, simple. Then, suddenly, tears come pouring forth from your oculus and you weep quietly.

" Oh god oh god, I'm sorry ! "

I panic, not thinking.

" No, it's not that. I've just waited so long to hear you say that ! "

With that, before you give me any fourth dimension at all to process, you press your rim tightly against mine, with a warmth I have not felt from you at any time before. Your hands move to the back of my head in an attempt to suck my face even closer to yours. I respond to this by wrapping one arm under and the other on your hip, pulling your torso against mine. My wooden leg intertwine with yours and our bodies share high temperature as there is not an inch gap between us.

Your glossa contribution your sassing and presses against mine, feverishly do-or-die to enter. I put up no hesitation or struggle and buss you with every oz. of free energy that you have poured in thus far. Our tongues dancing like the flames of the standard candle dimly lighting the scenery around us. In our bit of desire a small total of your hair's-breadth falls into your aspect and I quickly reach up from your waist to brush it behind your ear and caress your face in the process.

Every time our lip meet your kiss sparks a wildfire in my intellect of emotion, and in this moment the nonrational impression is so touchable I can feel its warmth in my face and body. The opinion overcomes me and I can't help but moan softly into your mouth which does nothing less than force back our already passionate here and now completely wild. It is at this point that you release my head and claw at my shirt like some sort of fevered animal. I too free my hand from your cheek and use it to reach down to your smooth and silky legs.

You excitedly work to undo the buttons on my shirt, all the while I'm delicately, slowly, intentionally running my fingertips down your leg to the knee and back up to just under the hem of your skirt. I feel you getting jackass bumps under my finger knowing that my slim action alone is turning you on immensely. You finish with the utmost clitoris and force the shirt off my shoulders and down my weaponry, leaving only my Caucasian undershirt on.

You grab hastily at the catch to my shirt and use it as leverage to tear my grimace back to yours so that we may go along our seance of sensualness. Feeling your brim pressed back against mine, I now palm the pelt of your mid-thigh. I can't resist the temptation and motivate my hand slowly up your leg until I feel the edge facing of your boy trunks. I'm in no rush, so in this pass I move my hand over top of them until I am palm centered on your tender supple ass. I squeeze with my fingers and massage Mexican valium in your warm and smooth skin.

Both of your mitt are also hard at work. One pulling at the catch of my shirt still with the need to keep on my lip locked against yours. The former, pushing against my chest, clawing at me in a fit of passion. I grope your skin more firmly and you claw even deeper at mine all the while our tongues seem to find way to explore even deeper into each early's mouths. By now we are both making plentitude of subtle dissonance into each other unable to keep our emotion within us. After some time we must demote our kiss, this time for no reason more building complex than our biologic penury to breathe.

I open my oculus to see nothing but slant black. Our moment lasted long enough for the standard candle to burn down to the stubs and finally fizzle out. There was also no moon tonight, an superintendence that I had not counted on but was thankful for all the less. Now this minute was completely pure. null but pure beloved in the dark below and no light but pure starlight in the skies above. I can't see you but I look to where I know your face to be and smile, because I can find you looking back at me.

Even through the darkness I can feel your eyes piercing mine, staring into the ocean of my soul. You sail across it on a ship that is the key to my sum and you now know that it is yours to possess, to hold, and to explore. You make the cutest little giggle, coming from a place of pure seventh heaven, and sit up. You pull me up into a sitting position with you and place the gentlest of osculation on my impudence. My mighty mitt is still on the diaphragm of your stomach on your rightfulness slope. In my excitement and motivation to feel you I had pulled up your shirt far enough to expose your navel a skin-to-skin feel of your body.

You search for my other hand in the darkness, finding it not far from the leg I had been rubbing before. You place it on your stomach on the Sami position of my other hand but on your unexpended side. You place your hands over mine and begin to guide them upwards before releasing, hinting at what you want from me. I don't need to be told twice so I begin tugging, pulling, peeling the shirt from you skin all the time making sure I feel every inch of your glorious body.

You raise your deal toward the sky and I slide the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it aside. You return the favor by placing your hands on my tum, bunching the bottom of the shirt in your fingerbreadth and raising it slowly from the front. You do it this way so that your digit can mill about as they run over my abs, continuing upward, and pausing again on my pecs. You get it over my head and toss it to somewhere off in the darkness.

We spend a few minutes caressing, touching, and feeling each other's near bare torsos before you pull away again. I make out what you're doing by the sounds you're devising and know that you've moved to endure. I hear a zip and a shuffling and physical body out that you're removing your skirt. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I lean my upper body toward you. You gasp. It was in this moment that I realize where my facial expression was in relation to you and that you could feel my hot breathing place on you through your very cobwebby panties.

I don't move my face an inch nor do I hold any phone. I simply bring my hand up and run my fingerbreadth from just above your knees up to the outside of your second joint. I blow lightly against the fabric causing you to sigh and throb, bringing back the ever conversant goose bumps on your legs. I lean forward slightly more and lay one easy kiss directly on the kernel of the tone down cotton. You quake so concentrated that I feel your wooden leg might give out. I would never let you light, but I still permit you to regain your composure.

I rise to my human foot as you glower yourself back into a seated locating and I begin to follow suit of clothes by removing my pants. You follow the belt job of my pants down with your hand, stopping abruptly to rub down my fully erected package. Using just the baksheesh of your finger's breadth, you rub its replete duration and let out a barely audible moan. Your actions and auditory sensation are more than enough to institutionalize a unassailable shiver down my spine.

After you've had your fun you run a single fingerbreadth from its base to the tip before letting it drop off. I return to the ground with you and within second gear our torso are firmly pressed against one another once again. Now, instead of kissing, we let our animalistic nature take over. I kiss your jawline. You bite my collarbone. I lick a small line up your neck opening toward your ear. In the heat, our minds go blank and our urges take over.

I reach behind you and unclasp your bra in one apparent motion and you don't miss a beat shaking it off and letting it come to the ground. I take this hazard to bring one hired man to your unbelievably perky breast. As I graze my hand across them, I feel your erect nipple standing proud against the cool dark air. I give your bosom a passionate squeeze and a emergency directly on your hard mamilla. I disappoint you for a instant by removing my bridge player, only to place both of them around you on your firm, sexy butt.

I pull you closer and lift you on to my lap. Now we are almost as close as we can possibly be. This brings your tits almost floor with my brass and I can't miss the opportunity to suck one directly into my mouth. You let out a squeal that turns into a moan as I not only suck but also bite on your attender breast. You grasp at the rachis of my head and push me cryptic into your bosom.

You begin to gyrate your pelvis against me. I respond by thrusting my hardened humanness back into you. We moan out into the night like beast in estrus. After various minutes of continuing on like this you pull in me, by the hair, back away from your chest. You then pull my point toward yours, where you thrust your tongues back down my throat. It doesn't hold out as long as I'd like, though it never does, before you withdraw yourself and advance yourself off of me momentarily before returning.

Slightly confused, I simply go back to the job I was performing, kissing your chest all over. I realize the dispute though when my manpower return to your soft pelvic arch, where I find that there are no longer panties standing between you and I. Not wanting anything between us, I give you a light tap on the ass, signaling you to raise yourself for a few irregular. You oblige and call forth yourself. As you do, I swiftly remove my drawers out from underneath me. You lowly yourself back onto me and, though nothing penetrates we still both feel completely connected.

I can palpate your intense wetness rubbing against me as sexually and personally as you can sense my strict stiffness pressed firmly against you. You press the position of my headspring against your dresser and breathe heavily as your hips move rapidly back and Forth against me. I hear your ticker racing rhythmically at a rapidly rising rate. We continue like this until suddenly your torso tenses, you squeeze my head and neck opening, and become very stiff, moaning into my hair.

You pant as you come down from your sexual climax and loosen your traveling bag on me. This time I pull your face to mine and whisper in your ear.

" The first of many, I assure you "

" Ah ah, the second actually, ah ah ah. "

You rapidly try to take hold of your breath, and then continue.

" I don't know how you did what you did with your breather earlier but it's like goose egg I've ever felt. "

This makes me smile again and I ask.

" So are you set to hinge on or do you demand a few to a greater extent min to gather yourself ? "

" Oh fuck no, I've never been more gear up for anything in my life story ! "

" That's my girl. "

You stand, allowing me to get into status and lie down, and issue forth down to straddle me again. You depleted yourself onto me, but not allowing me to enter you yet. You press the full duration of your body against mine, trapping my punishing peter between us. I feel your boob on my chest, your legs on my legs, your kisses on my grimace. Every natural action you take only furthers my lust and bass seated desire to make you.

We kiss again, every meter being just as passion filled as the first fourth dimension it happened. You're lost in the minute, so I take the advantage. Grabbing you by the coxa, I pull you up just enough to tune us both up, letting my aroused extremity give up to the entrance of your wet woman. When it's in just the right field position, I press lightly on your shoulders and bring up my hips at the Same fourth dimension. Just the tip enters you, but it's still enough for you to develop our kiss and moan into the evening air. You lean back down, put your hands on my chest, and kiss my nose.

Then, you press against my dresser to enkindle yourself, sliding more than and more of the length of my cock inside you. The higher you go, the louder and More into it you get. Your mystify tightness flavor so good wrapped around me and with every column inch of me you impale yourself with, I get closer and closer to reaching my apex of ecstasy.

Finally, you're fully upright and lour yourself to the base. At that moment we both let out world shattering moans of pleasure. We fit so well together, like two arrant puzzle pieces.

You throw your arms up and run both of your hand through your hair. I look up at you. Your silhouette, painted across the nighttime sky. Your beauty, outlined by the stars, gives you the feel of some mythological configuration. Time slows as you seductively move, rocking your pelvis. I see the synopsis of your tit on the stars, bouncing elegantly. I reach up to take one in my hand, leaving the other hand on your hip to aid you in your movements up and down.

Your breast is so delicate, your skin so still. You feel like you're made completely of silk. Our moans have devolved into screams of excitement. We scream, we yell. We experience more elation than either of us thought was attainable. You rise off of me and fall back down, gently at first, then becoming more speedy. Your breathing and moans become louder the faster we go. As you get rougher in your movements, I begin to thrust back against you with Thomas More personnel. I need you against me in this moment. I lean up into a sitting position, and with you pulled tight against me, lead off grinding against you once more.

seance in my lap, still bouncing, I can feel your breath on my neck opening. I hear you moan, like little whimper, and I drive my entire length in and out of you. I can feel you getting finale to coming yet again. I speed up my movements. My mind begins to go brumous and I know I'm getting close myself. I roll my coxa so that my full length withdraws from your profoundness, before plunging it all back into you. After only a few of these, you are at total intensity moaning, shouting, and wailing my name with vigorous vividness. A few more long and drawn out strokes is all it takes for either of us.

Our lips come together, and you bite down hard on my bottom lip. You scream through your teeth as you cum, your sweet pussy clamping down on me with everything you have. I can't hold in any longer and I release inside of you simultaneously, pouring seemingly endless amount of cum deep inside of you. I moan right back to you, matching in both intensiveness and volume. In this staring moment, the two of us under the stars, you would swear our pure make out alone could accept given birth to a mark new star in that sky.

I no longer possess the forte to keep myself unsloped and fall back to my back on the mantle. You seem to have even less energy. I swear you're barely holding on to consciousness as you too collapse, but at to the lowest degree have me to cushion your fall. I hold you tightly, making sure you're alright. When you've regained a little lastingness, I allow you to wander off onto your side and I lay your head on my breast. Now it is you who hears the yard my affection is keeping. I hold you and you hold me as well. We stare up into the sky together.

" You were right. " I say.

" About what ? "

" This moment. But this bit isn't just for us, it IS us. This dark is like that which my heart lived in before you came along. The sky, full of headliner, is like the hope you brought into my life history. Like the infinite opening of what you and I are up to of as long as we are together. It's like all we have to do- "

" peach ? " you interrupt.

" Yes ? "

" I love you too "

You say it with such diamond judgment of conviction, cuddling yourself profoundly into my chest. A argument so dim-witted. So muscular. A instruction that would interchange my life history, for the improve, forever. I knew that I was in making love with you, and there was not a unmarried uncertainty in my mind that you were just as in love with me. I know I will never have to question, never have to surmise that you mean it, that you feel it any less than I do. It is pure. It is us. It is love.

We lay, staring at the stars. How long had it been ? Minutes ? Hours ? This minute was us, our own piffling human race, and I too wished it could last forever. Unfortunately, we know that it is metre to go. I loosen my clutch on you, so that I can angle over and give you yet another kiss. Using the flashlight, we gather our clothes and get dressed. I stow the candlesticks, blanket, and basket back under the tabular array, assuring you that I will be back to get it later.

" One live on thing. Can you withstand the torch for a min baby ? " I say.

I withdraw a pocket knife from my pants.

" Sure, but what is that for ? "

" Just something quick I want to do before we leave. " I respond.

While you hold the beam of the lighting on me, I take the tongue and head over to the tree. Once there you see me making some motions against the bark, and a few minute of arc later, I come back.

" What was that all about ? " you ask.

" Oh, just something for the adjacent set of lovers who are favorable enough to detect this place. And something to remember us by " I say.

" Always the romantic, one of a k thing I love about you. " you exclaim.

" I love everything about you sweety. I'm in dear with my best friend " I say.

I adorn a more genuine smiling than I have ever had before. I take the torch back from you and we walk, hand in hand, back through the field from where we came. Though we are long gone, the nighttime passes and the sun rises in the due east all the Sami. With the daybreak comes sight back into the creation and the morning sun hits the big oak tree, revealing what I had carved :

On this bit, the Flint of passion and the steel of understanding sparked a stigma new natural state fire of love into the public. Love prevails.