I'd been with my boyfriend George for a year when we went for that walk through the riverside woods. It was a beautiful, sunny day when we set out in our t-shirts and shorts. As we were walking through the gathering of trees I could feel the sun peeking through and heating my back through my t-shirt. George looked so handsome walking beside me; tall, muscular with his mop of dark hair, tanned skin and piercing dark chocolate eyes. He really dwarfed me, petite; blonde, green eyes.
We came across a very old redwood tree. It was enormous and must have been hundreds of years old. It had fungi growing at the bottom of it. We stopped so George could take some pictures on his SLR camera. While we were standing there, admiring the beautiful tree, dark clouds congregated above our heads and the heavens opened. It started raining heavily. I shrieked like a baby and ran to the trunk of the tree, wrapping my arms around it and sheltering under its branches. George laughed at me.
"Come on Lydia, it's just a little rain!" He grinned at me.
"No!" I moaned, giggling at my own cowardice, "it's absolutely tipping it down! Come over here and keep me company!"
He sighed, and with a smile, he walked over. He stood under the branches with me, and I had my back to him. I felt him kiss the top of my head. The rain was pitter-pattering loudly around us now. I slowly turned around and smiled at him. I gazed longingly into his eyes, and then he kissed me, slowly and gently on the lips. Suddenly, I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body. We weren't really the type of couple that was partial to Public Displays of Affection. However, an image was in my head for a split second.