A light rain rolled through. It's a perfect time to take a romantic walk, just the two of us. The woods always smelled amazing after a storm. Earlier this afternoon, I laid out a blanket in a clearing back away from any neighbors; rain or not, I was taking him there.
His car pulls in the drive and immediately I feel my heart race a bit. Feels like forever since we've kissed... I finally have him all to myself for the weekend.
He smiles and throws the car in park. I eagerly run up to him for a hug almost knocking him over.
"I've missed you!" I squeezed him tighter. "I've missed you more!" he picked me up and spun me around.
We took his things in the cabin and decided to take that walk I secretly had planned for us.
We strolled the path for a few minutes exchanging small talk. As we got closer to the clearing, Dean notices the blanket and bottle of wine waiting for us. "Were you expecting someone?" he asked trying to be cute. I smiled and took his hand leading him to the spot.
We sat on the blanket and he opened the wine, pouring two glasses.
My heart was still fluttery over finally getting to see him after so long, so I was kind of nervous. I knew that'd go away after the first kiss though. He played shy, as if he didn't know how much I really liked him.
A few minutes of flirting passed by. He finally shut up long enough for me to lean in for a kiss. Stunned for a moment then he began kissing back. "I'm so happy you were able to come. I didn't think I'd ever get to see you again." I whispered in between kisses. "I had to, I couldn't let this chance slip by." He reassured me.
The sun was peeking through the trees giving everything a yellow orange sunset glow. I couldn't have picked a more romantic spot and moment.
Our eyes locked ...no jokes... no nerves... no one interrupting...
His hand lightly held my neck and head, pulling me closer. This moment... this is the particular point in time is what I have lived for.
Our lips touched. It was magic. Raw emotion turning into unbridled passion. There was no taking it slow now.
Dean laid me back, gently cupping my face. He's swift to unbutton my blouse. My hands are frantically unzipping his jeans. His breath on my neck is such a turn on and he knows it.
My shorts are half way off revealing the white lace thong I had saved for this occasion. He reaches down and pulls them the rest of the way off. He gets up on his knees, pulls his shirt over his head. The hair on his chest is practically begging for my fingers.
The sunset is throwing long shadows now making the clearing feel more intimate. Leaves are rustling in the breeze, crickets chirping and fireflies off in the distance.
Dean's hands find my thighs and follow up my sides as he lowers back down to me. I continue to work his jeans down. His cock bounces loose when I pull his jeans down. Mmmmm, I have missed that too. I can feel the warmth from his ridged cock against my pelvis. I press against him more. My breasts are peeking from the top of my bra until he reaches under me flipping the clasp open; they bounce free. Holding them in each hand he covers them with kisses, spending some quality time on my nipples. The feel of his beard on my skin is sending chills to my spine.
