It's a warm, breezy night, and we're at the club for its annual summer dance. No kids, just adults. You step out on the back deck, overlooking the course. You're alone; people just don't smoke like they used to. I step out as well, and quietly watch you enjoying your cigarette in the shadows. It's a full moon tonight, but the large shade trees surrounding the clubhouse provide a rich, velvety darkness, contrasting with the muted green of the moonlit grounds.
Timing it just right, I step up behind you as you finish your cigarette. My hands move under your arms, around your waist, and enclose your breasts. You gasp, not out of fear, but knowing it's me, and your arms reach up over your head to grasp mine, and draw me over your shoulder, into a sensual kiss. My hands move to your hips, and draw you tightly to me. You can feel me hardening, and spin around in my arms, so our lips can come more fully together, and allow our tongues to entwine.
We separate briefly, look around, and share a smile. "Come with me," I implore, and head off the patio, pausing to grasp your hand in mine, leading you into the shadows. We stop briefly under the tree to make out some more, enjoying the closeness of the night's shadows and the warm wind. "Come on," I say, and lead you still further to a distant green, where the moon is bright and the grass is cool to the touch.