(Any similarity of the characters in this story with real persons is purely intentional)
I can see two people in a park, under a large oak tree. A man and a woman, the man is lying on his back dressed in a casual pullover shirt and comfortable slacks. She sits close beside him, wearing a red silk dress. They are nestled comfortably in the shade under the large oak, on a large blanket.
A picnic basket sits on the ground at her feet. An ice bucket with a bottle of champagne protrudes from the bucket. Champagne glasses, half consumed are evident in their hands. The woman leans over and feeds a finger food of some indeterminate variety to the man. They are talking softly, punctuated by frequent low laughter. The temperature is comfortable in the high 70's, but a cool breeze stirs just often enough to make a perfect setting. Butterflies wing merrily around the picnic site. Not another soul is within eyesight of the euphoric couple as they while away the afternoon, obviously very much immersed in each other.
She leans over and kisses him, a soft and tender kiss, lingering, and then breaks away to pop yet another morsel into his mouth, and eating one herself. Panning in closer, her creamy smooth skin, dark brown hair and greenish-hazel eyes create a stunning beauty as she smiles down at him. The man is handsome in a rugged sort of way, brown hair, slightly peppered with gray, blue eyes shining, returning her look of obvious mutual attraction.
They are kissing again, more demanding now, lips dueling and tongues intertwined. Passions rise as they continue the beginning stages of a long slow seduction and afternoon of lovemaking. He is holding her hands in his now, looking into those bright eyes, his hands caressing her shoulders, one hand slides along her neck, under her hair and flings it up over their heads, savoring the sweet fragrance that is always present around her. She returns his gaze, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes and also smelling the light sweet scent of after-shave.
