The perfect evening...

(or at least one of many)

On a cold winter's night, we decide to have a beach party in our bedroom. A picnic basket full of cut fruit, cheese and a bottle of wine (or other favorite drinks) is packed while we turn the heat up in the house. While you get dressed in your swimsuit, I take the time in the bedroom to light various scented candles that would remind us of the beach. I even play a cd with that repeats the sounds of the seashore. You can begin to hear the waves crashing and seagulls crying when you step out of the bathroom.

On the bed, I've spread out a blanket and laid out the food. Its now my turn to run and change my clothes. Meanwhile, you've taken the suntan lotion out, spread a bit on your legs and arms so the scent of the cocoa butter is now in the air.

I come back and find you wearing your sunglasses. I giggle a bit and commend you on your improvisational skills. We settle down next to each other as I pour the drinks into the clear plastic glasses while you dish us up some slices of fruit and bits of meat and cheese onto paper plates. I feel your body relax as you merge into my chest, soaking the image we created in the bedroom. I take a grape from your plate and hold it to your mouth while you nibble it out of my hand. Your lips touch the tips of my fingers as I let out a submissive sigh. I reach down and grab an orange peel and continue to feed you. Some of the juice trickles down your chin and I gather it up with my finger. I'm about to bring it up to my own mouth when you grasp my hand to stop me. In slow motion, you bring it back to your mouth and suck on my finger with a little bite at the end. I'm about ready to throw everything off the bed and attack you, but I also want to savor the mood we've created.

I find another slice of orange and as I'm bringing it to place it in your mouth I squeeze a few drops of citrus nectar on your chest. You smile as you open wide and let me insert the orange slice into your mouth. I lean over and lap the few drops off your skin up towards your neck, but I rise up and kiss your lips. We end the kiss with a slight smack and our tongues brushing each other as we taste the acidic juice off each other.

Sooner or later my taste buds would have the need to taste the sweetest fruit in the world. Even though we would only be beginning, I would delve my tongue on your clit until waves of your juices trickled down my chin where I would use my own finger to catch them.

My dear it would only end up perfect if I made love to you where we would feel the waves crash over us and drowned in the desires of each other's hearts. Only to be outdone the next night in another encounter with your beautiful soul.