Some days of summer are perfect. There are days when it's too hot, or too humid. Or too grey. Or too windy. Or there's just too much to do to be able to enjoy the time. But some days of summer are perfect.
Perfection commenced as she got in her lover's car and they drove into the hills. They walked alongside the river hand in hand. It was wide, slow flowing, and dotted with waterfowl. The sun warmed them and made them smile almost as much as the company of each other. The wind blew light, catching cooling gusts across them. They talked of all sorts of things, from childhood, through first loves, the wrong paths they'd walked down and the interesting things they'd found on the way. Of nature, the nature of humanity, and inexplicability of naturism. And he'd admitted he could never entertain a three-way, as it took him long enough to unveil himself to one person, and the disappointment another would feel with him would be too great to bear.
She spoke of a relationship in college. She'd had a number of good friends, some of whom were occasional lovers, and many not. On one occasion, her boyfriend at the time had suggested they might invite a woman they both knew very well to join them in the bedroom. She'd desired her for some time, but held to a moderately strict monogamous lifestyle (even if over one weekend the monogamy had been counted in hours), and had leapt at the chance. The other woman, it turned out, had already been approached with this possibility, and agreed. They'd had an evening of pizza and wine, and after some teasing had begun to kiss each other. Her enthusiasm had grown greatly, and as soon as they were all naked in the bedroom she'd set to giving the woman the greatest pussy licking she could have. Her boyfriend had tried to fuck her at the same time, but in spite of this being his idea, hadn't managed to stiffen up. She took pity on him, and switched oral delivery, sucking him up and off in minutes. He never did last long under her magic powers. The woman was half heartedly trying to return the oral favour, but without skill or any real desire, and she had pretended she'd been satisfied to stop her. They'd fallen asleep, drunk and awkward, and hadn't really seen each other again after a very tricky breakfast the next day.
Her lover held her close. Apologised for saying things that might have been hurtful or bringing back unhappy times. Kissed her softly, and offered to put sun-cream on her delicate skin (as he'd noticed her nose didn't feel quite greasy enough). She slapped him gently on the backside as he got the cream out of the pack, but allowed him to massage it into her temples, cheekbones, shoulders, arms and legs.
They settled by the river under the light shade of a willow tree, it's weeping branches making almost a tent to sit beneath. After lunching on pie, pickles, cheese and bread, with a crisp cider to wash it down, they lay on the blanket he'd brought. The sun played with her calves, and she put her head on his chest, listening to the thud of his heart and feeling the heat of his body.
