Waterfall

The sun heats the bricks of the little cottage you have resided in for the past two weeks, the smell of bacon frying on the pan wafts into your bedroom as the clock ticks to three minutes past seven. 

Whisked away by life's circumstance, an emergency accommodation, obscenely ideal as the fog of the big city fades when the finances fell apart, by pure luck an opening in this idyllic village with the post office on the corner, the farmer tending to his sheep on the other side of the sand coloured road.

This morning, with nothing on the agenda except taking in the crisp air by the lake, I butter the bread for your breakfast, the orange juice smoothly pouring into a crystal clear glass, the kitchen newly renovated with everything one could need to treat themselves, and to cook nearly anything to perfection.

I call you up for breakfast as you shout to acknowledge me, throwing a temporary amount of clothes on so you could join me, holding the bathrobe together as you walk down the wallway into the large kitchen and living room area. "good morning!" as I pretend to be surprised to see you, just how playful I am.

"There you go," as I place the large plate down on the glass coffee table, you thank me and are parched for the orange juice, it goes down just as well as that first bite of soft streaky bacon, feeling like you've earned it after a night of heavy drinking, as the tomato sauce drips back on to the plate.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask, making sure you are able to speak in between mouthfuls, ever since you were made redundant and got fifty grand as a settlement, you've been feeling free and realised how empty your life had been between twelve hour shifts, just about enough time to prepare for the next slog, now is as refreshing as that sea air for your soul.

The path that ran beside the river always awakened memories within you, certified by the heat of the sun as you’d no doubt not get there by gone one o’clock in the afternoon, me holding your hand, having known you since a few decades, the sun will try to set as our friendship shows no sign of ending, a reason for you to feel free.

Time is a blur as you've now forgotten everything we talked about, the heat hitting your forehead as we walk down the long road to the entrance, where a brown wooden sign signals the beginning of the walk by the lake, the aroma changes as does the ecosystem as we get closer, you notice a butterfly with bright red wings softly lands on a post, today feeling like a little lie that no one would believe as everyone else is still caught up in the mundane.

There's no way out, the distance between the cottage and the end of the lake is worthy of making your feet ache, the prospect subdued by the smell of Meadowsweet growing on the grass verge that seperates the path from the water.

I remembered to carry the ice cold bottle of water as I hold your hand, my mind blank for a while, while yours is absorbed in the scent of the flowers and crisp air, "Lovely day today," I remark to which you look at me with the sun in your eye, "why don't we find somewhere to sit" to which you open up your "FindABench" app on your phone.

The app opens and loads for a few seconds, the GPS symbol at the top of the screen appears as it locates you, a purple blob appears not far from where you are, indicating a two seater bench, you show me and we agree that should be the one, making our way there, breathing the air deep into our lungs.

Going by your fluidity and body language, I've never seen you like this, covertly admiring me with a fleeting amourous thought, interspersed with the day we first met and the full circle of the zen that consumed both days.

Resting your head on my chest, I am healed in a place I didn't know I was hurt, "I love you" I whisper as the same comes back to you, wishing you'd taken that CBD gummy to enhance it even further, the language we are speaking is known only to us, invented now and ends soon.

The group of ducks swim by, the ripples in the water from the lilypads and wildlife, taking away that inspiration for longing for anything that could be at the back of your mind, the way we've dressed down has that implied allure, firing the imagination on sight for any passer by, unaware of it but with the way today is, you could easily flip that switch.

Making our way down to the bench, the ground gets stonier as your feet slightly ache, feeling so good to finally sit down and take a moment to ground ourselves, becoming the blueness of the sky in the way you take away the reality of adulthood, the guilt that we won't return to responsibility for a good few months teases in the stomach.

About twenty minutes passes, our conversation fluctuates with no purpose, the focal point of our body language guided by the slow movement of the sun, my hand on your knee as you place your right one flat on the weathered seat, your left slowly comes to be placed over mine, your mind at first unsure but now the piercing feeling of allure comes over you.

You rest your head on my shoulder, a fresh breeze of air blows in the direction of the bench, denying that obviousness in our intentions, breaking that line between easy emotional communication and the way we chase each other, through a field, the length of a sea, in the throes of passion, usually a cheap fuck to pass the time, but we both wonder if theres more to it.

We look at each other, knowing now is the perfect time, that secret you'd shared about fantasising about sex out in the open, comes to the forefront of our minds, sharing an intentioned kiss, pulling back and staring deep into each others eyes, the sudden anxiety is made very real by the butterflies circling the bottom of your stomach.

I whisper instruction in your ear after you ask me to guide you, before long sat in the centre of the bench, placing your legs apart as I kiss your kneck, slowly moving down to your bare chest through the V-neck of your dress, holding on to my back.

You pull your dress up to take your knickers off, feeling the fabric against your skin feels ecstatic as the mere absurdity of the situation takes over, knowing your psyche has it in store that no one will come across us, the risk is there but so out of reach, you crave the adventure.

Your knickers at your feet as I pull them away and place at the end of the bench, you look at me wanting guidance, with me knowing exactly what to do as I go down, you moan and look at the sky, putting your leg over my shoulder, as I deliver the most devastating oral, you reflex with a moan and come back by putting both your hands behind your kneck, feeling the pleasure in your stomach.

Putting your hand in my hair, adding to the sensation, you almost have the first mini plateu of pleasure, begging me to stop before you go to far, the performance I give is giving justification for the whole thing, your nipples almost hurting against your dress, you pull your breasts out as you adjust to the new sensory landscape.

I come back up to kiss your nipples, the scene enhancing the sensation, truly escaping from life as if put into a movie, the bliss comes without friction from your conscience, biting your lip as you mentally beg for more, my own internal emotion is one of awe.

The movement is automatic, intuitive and forgiving to the blame that has not yet come, but we don't know either if there will be, as we whisper about what to do next, with me standing up as you pull my jeans down, a cock so perfect and begging to become hard, you feel the veins throbbing with your fingertips.

It takes over you like an intuition, mindless action persuaded by high intensity joy, as you bend over the side of the arm rest of the bench, myself in awe as nothing can go wrong with how I trace my finger along your spine, feeling things you never have before in the exact point of contact, almost as if ice has been taken from the lake, complimented by caresses that follow seconds later.

Feeling me enter you, it feels almost pleasantly unbearable, becoming natural with the breeze as the feeling in the pit of your stomach translates to an ecstatic sensation in your thighs, you don't know whether to recollect yourself as this is too absurd, knowing how you are feeling right now, you will probably never get again.

You hear the slapping sound, the dirty talk is half drowned out with the completeness of the memory, an utmost secret that your soul is dying to tell only to itself, as you position yourself for deeper sensations, making your prescence unashamed for any potential passer by, your moans now deafening in the vincinity.

We are both uncontrollable, the immense tenacity of our love is manifested in this almost manic sex, lifting your right knee up and repositioning over the side of the bench, hitting that flower a different way has me first begging for more, as I now hear you say things I'd never in a million years think would be possible.

I feel the sweat coming off your back as you come back up to hold me tighter, my body as delicate as it is giving, only a few more thrusts before we both cum, and when we do, the post-nut clarity is non existent.