Imagine - you - alone in the woods on a grand hiking trail. Up early (awake early) and on the path at least a mile in already - when you reach the first break in the trees towards the south. You stop on a boulder to watch. Not any activity, really - just watch for the sake of watching.
A rustling in the brush gets your attention for a brief moment but the rising sun blares into your eyes and you ignore the potential for seeing the source of the noise.
Eventually, rustling starts again. To your amazement and sheer pleasure, I come out from behind a nearby boulder and stand before you smiling. Wearing little more than a few straps of clothing, you turn to give me full attention, while I see through your wafting shorts that ALL of you is at full attention.
Encouraging motions on your part lured me closer so you could see what was behind my fig leaves. Unsure of which area to expose first, you chose to close your eyes and reach my way until you felt flesh. I bent my knees to be sure you'd grab a girl first. You held it as if you were palming a basketball and pulled on me as though a fruit from a tree. With no option, I walked toward you as you pulled with the pressure of your strong fingertips on the base of my tit. We arranged ourselves with me between your knees, facing you.