Lavender Fields.

The mid summer sun beats down upon my body, moistened with fresh sweat my t-shirt is sticking to my flesh making me feel tainted. Gemma raises a sleeply eyelid and tells me "take it off there's no one around" I glance once more over the blue bells dotted around in our secluded glade and peel the t-shirt off. Gemma cups a moist hand over my breast and leaves it resting there as she closes her eyes once more. Wriggling at the tickling from the blades of warm grass, I start to doze myself.1

In the warmth of the sun with the comforting presence of my lover beside me, I start to feel hot, this time not from the sun. I lay there with the wonderful weight of her hand upon my breast and imagine those long slender fingers tweaking my nipple into an aching peak. I arc my back as the fire builds and slide my hand down the front of my skirt. Gemma must sense my passion, as she wakens and presses her hand over mine and runs her hot tongue up over my stomach taking a moment to dip it into the crevice of my navel. Working slowly upwards she takes one thrusting nipple into her mouth and slides a finger inside me to join my own probing digit. We have never done this before, and I am amazed as our hands find a natural perfect rhythm. Gemma slides her finger out for a moment, and uses her thumb to press gently on my clitoris, scratching her thunb nail ever so sligthly over the straining bud, as her thumb works she once more probes into my moist cavern. She unclamps her lips from my nipples, and meets my mouth with her own, offering me her tongue. I suck it gently into my mouth, and the kiss becomes an overwhelming symbol of our lust and our love for one another. Removing my hand from my warm centre, I grab hers and remove that too. Gemma is wearing an all in one, which consists of a vest top and shorts with tiny buttons from breast to navel. I sit astride her, and begin slowly undoing them one by one, taking time to plant a little kiss, nip, or suck at every inch of exposed flesh. By the time I reach the last button Gemma is emitting little gasps, and her body is responding to my touch, this is blatantly obvious from the darkening of the material over her crotch.2

Finally  I slide the material from her shoulders, leaving her dark hardened nipples to feel the warmth of the sun. I leave her arms imprisoned in the sleeves of the top halfof her outfit, and roll her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I take my time on her sensitive nipples, before sliding round on top of her and suckling her through the thin material which still covers her precious core.3

Gemma having slid her arms free of the sleeves, now has access to her hands and slides my skirt from my legs exposing my buttocks to the sun. She slides two fingers into my dripping pussy, and her little finger into my anus. Already panting with pleasure, it is too much as she raises her lips to my clit and sucks and blows on it alternately until I quickly climax.4

I remove the remaining restrictive clothing from her body, and take her hand to aid her up from the ground. Leading her to the tiny trickle of the stream, I start cupping the cool water in my hands and trickling it gently over her body, then when neither of us can bare the anticipation I kneel before her and work on her until she comes. We sit in the cool water and splash around a little like children, and then slide over to sit in the shade of the trees.5

We slumber peacefully in each others arms, still naked with the sound of crickets and bird song our music. When I wake it is to a sudden crash of thunder, a warm torrent of rain begins to fall, and I wake Gemma. I ask her if she wants to get home, but a lazy smile crosses her face and she reminds me of a fantasy of mine, to make love outdoors in a thunderstorm.6

Gemma scoops some of the sodden earth in her hands and begins rubbing it onto my warm wet skin, the warmth of the wet mud and the pleasure of her practisced hands, have me ready in no time, and I climax before she has a chance to touch me further. We stay there rolling around in the mud and rain, discovering new heights of pleasure from the damp earth which coats our skin as we bring each other to the edge and back time and again. When we finally go home we take a long hot shower together, and climb into bed. 7

The next morning Gemma has already left for work when I wake, but propped on the bedside table is a stalk of lavender, and an image of our tiny glade which she has printed off from our digital camera. Looking at the picture, I can't help but re-live the whole day, and have to relieve myself with my own hand.8