The scent of the lavender lowers as the sun descends
over the horizon, the end of a country walk, the day
perfect in weather with the atmosphere breezing
perfectly with how natural our conversation feels.

Our hair out of shape as the wind has blown just enough to
cause amusement, the bird coming and pinching a
sandwich from the pic-nic hamper.

Our feet feel achey, the sand path with numerous
stones being the only labour of love, a day thoroughly
enjoyed by the both of us, it feels good to get back in the
car, the relief of knowing I just about afforded to fill the
tank yesterday makes the success of our date ever so
sweet.

The soles of your feet relax and feel slightly pained
but better, a flirtatious question of whether you can take
your shoes off to which I pleasantly agree, only things to
look forward to for the rest of the day.

I ask if you want to order a meal for us to collect from
the little independent Italian on the restaurant, not too far
away from the route home, I instruct you of what app to
use and let you use my card.

You are excited all the way to the restaurant that the
journey seemed like a blur on arrival, the slight
excitement on your face is evident at the front desk and
as the chef brings out the food, two servings of
carbonara and the tastiest, cheesiest garlic bread either of
us have ever tasted. The aroma of the food ever more
delicious as I park us up outside my house, the warm,
light May evening has us both chill beyond usual, the
stress of work and lockdown, a little respite.

Once we are in I suggest you go and relax on the sofa
as I serve up the food on to plates, you curl up on the left
cushion and a few minutes later I come into the living
room with the dinner using the best plate trays, today has
truly been one of indulgence and movie-esque romantic
perfection.

We sit and talk for a little while as we eat the dinner,
maybe a little longer and the food is finished, taste buds
satisfied. I have well and truly won you over, sharing
cuddles as the leaves on the trees outside shine golden
with the sun almost all the way down for nightfall to take
its place.

We had only been on three dates, sensible and proper
was our way of courtship, but now I can get the hint you
are dropping ever so subtly and with classy decorum.
The new intimacy, an allowance of closeness sending
my nerves into that rarely known place as if it was my
first taste of another person feeling emotion.

Without a word we are slowly caressing each other,
soft pecks on each other lips as we cautiously touch each
other, covering new ground at a slow pace. I softly moan
as you touch my chest, the tips of your fingers feeling
like a warm ice as we get heavier in lust.

As a final indication of our shared desire, I place my
hand on your bottom, covered by a blue floral summer
dress that you mentally beg not to exist, moaning as I
softly bite your lip. After a few whispered words, I carry
you to my bedroom, placing you down as you excitedly
lift your dress up and remove your knickers.

My clothes being removed as you almost vocally
sound amazement at my perfectly toned body, just how
you liked the men in the magazines, a fantasy now
offering itself up to you.

As your legs curve around mine, arched, you give in to the passion before you, the
softness of our skin reminding you, but even better
My cock easily finds its way into your pussy, the
process of getting used to it feels almost like a non
challenge, I fall into emotion as we move, the sex only
half of what I feel, the tiny details of your pecks on my
lips, the smell as we enjoy each other.

A slow speed of sex that allures us into getting faster, you become more
vocal as your body lights up with arousal even further.
Our bodies slapping together as the emotion doesn’t
leave but invites an even bigger beast of carnal wanting,
your hands exploring my back, holding on when you feel
ecstasy every few seconds.

The stomach dropping realisation of how we are now devouring each other so
erotically, a result so obvious to us, yet obscene to
others.

You beg me to keep going, I rise up to the challenge
as every thrust never lets you down, each one
meaningful, every one could be the cause of you soaking
the sheets, it is inevitable that it will be dramatic.

We both lose all sense of self awareness as the
enjoyment increases sharply and the bed shakes, you beg
me to give you an orgasm of which I surely do, a mutual
166 climax that is like morphine, yet weakening as it dies
down.

It is safe to say we would both like to share a bed
together for many weeks and months into the future,
none of us ashamed to say we are now together, with an
amazing memory that radiates for years to come.