You showed me your passion, your art, so I’ve decided to show you a bit of mine: writing. I’ll give you one flashback. It starts with the sun in the sky immaculately blue. You pull my top over my head, I feel the fabric sliding through my arms. Exquisite flavours and the taste of kisses. Locked eyes. The smell of hot skin.
We are inside now on the couch and you slide my hand on top of my underwear and lick my fingers as if they are the inner part of me. It feels as if you are… I shiver.
You pick me up at lunchtime from work. I don’t have a long lunch time, but I work at a privileged location, with many bushwalking trails nearby.
It is a sunny Spring day, with the weather finally warming up. You take me to one of the trails and we go looking for a place reasonably private without much success. Being one of the first days of warmth in the year, the locals are out and about, walking through the bush, on the road, parking where we are parked, showing up everywhere.
We find a spot behind a tree and you make me lean down, pull up my dress and take my panties off, storing them in your pocket. You lick me, I suck you. We are right in front of the ocean, so I am afraid of bushwalkers passing through, or runners, especially one of my work colleagues; but also boats coming too close to the coast. It is something getting fucked watching a speedboat passing by.
Then you sit me on a rock, quite exposed, open my legs and eat me. We move again to a niche between some ruins, left overs from some sort of military fort. I lean in to get your dick in my mouth and apply myself to the task.
We move again and somehow you get to fuck me from behind, I’m leaning in, hidden in between two low walls, I can see your feet. They were right beside a log full of ants. ‘You have…. ah… ants… on… wow… on your feet’. You miss it. Because you are not a threat to the bugs, they simply use you as their bridge.
When someone finally interrupts us and we are left un-climaxed and out of time, we end up going back to the car, I check your feet, the ants are gone without leaving a trace.
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