I'm standing in a field, faced to the wind. I take a deep breath, the sweet smell of grass & juniper send a sense of peace through me. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my body. The wind seems to be whispering songs in my ear. I smile.
I feel hands along my sides, drawing me close. I feel lips on my neck & a whisper of Hello, that voice sends shivers down my spine. I turn & I'm looking at a smile that melts away the world around me. We kiss briefly and that moment leaves me yearning for more. He pulls me slowly to a blanket, bottle of wine & a daydream. We pour a glass. From the ruby red of the color, to the smell of warm earth & hot summer wind, the wine reminds me of the joys of life. We take long sips letting it fill our souls with it's sensuous power. We kiss & this time we share our whole bodies, holding nothing back. The wind, the sun & the wine all-whispering, helping & telling us to never forget this moment....
Our eyes meet & we both have a look of desire, want & passion. I feel his body pressed against mine. He holds me so closely I can feel his heartbeat and smell the sweetness of the wine on his breath.
I can feel his fingers trace my subtle curves, his knowing hands stopping at the right places. The sheerness of my summer dress, lingering fingers & nibbles on my neck, make me long for more. He knows how to tease me. I pull him close & whisper how much I want him. But he already knows this. Do I have to beg? He tells me I can wait.
He stands over me now, I can't see his face, the sun is at his back, but I can feel his eyes on me. Without him blocking the cool summer wind, I can feel my skin beneath the sheer fabric. He pulls me up to him & I feel the warmth of his body. He slowly moves his hands up my sides & over my head. Taking the dress with him. As I feel the cool summer breeze on my bare skin, I can't help feeling alive & free. I draw my hands up to his chest & start to unbutton his shirt, taking my time. As his shirt falls to the ground I run my fingers down his back & I feel his body shudder beneath mine. I follow the outline of his waist & unbutton his shorts. We stand there for a moment letting the wind wash around us & again it whispers a song...

2 people took the time to comment:
Did you dream this, live it or write it! It's a very nice tale.
very good.
i wonder what happened next though.
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