From my heart and Sol. . .
As if from heaven's view a vineyard plays green against the tall grass surrounding it, a farmer walks around inspecting his crops, a cat crouches quietly waiting for it's prey, and a blanket in the other end of the vineyard is spread with the remains of a delectable picnic, an empty wine bottle, and the connected lips of passionate lovers. The current of energy coursing between their lips grows and envelops their very sense of inhibition (the wine helped with this). As he reaches forward grasping her supple breast and squeezing hard but carefully as to not hurt her, she flares with animal instinct and pushes him onto his back, sitting with his bulging manhood between her silky thighs. She kisses him hard almost as if she could press her whole head into his gaping mouth, but only her tongue enters. Her blonde hair falls across his tanned shoulder tickling his skin. He slides his hands around her curved sides and beneath her nearly see through peasants shirt and holds the flesh as his body is momentarily enveloped in the sensation of her blowing like the wings of a butterfly across the folds of his ears, and then her tongue reaches out and tastes his delicious ear as she nibbles lightly. He tries to hold his moan between his lips as his neck is lifted from pleasure. He presses his body full against her, wraps his arms around her and rolls her over so that she is now beneath his powerful chest which he presses up against her bosom as he reaches down and tugs at the flowing fabric of her skirt caught beneath their heated bodies. Hands wonder aimlessly on flesh and he finds her other lips moist. Her nimble fingers find their way between their shaking excited bodies to the loop of fabric around the button that holds his pants together. It comes undone and the zipper is nearly ripped it is taken down so fast. Her other lips moist. Her nimble fingers find their way between their shaking excited bodies to the loop of fabric around the button that holds his pants together. It comes undone and the zipper is nearly ripped it is taken down so fast. His gleaming cock is pulled from his pants and quickly hidden beneath the folds of her skirt working it's way up her thighs. She breathes deeply and half sighs, half moans as the air escapes her. He pushes into her aching needy sex. They both close their eyes to hold the moment a second longer and then the rocking undulating pushing starts. It is fast, hot, deep, and sweaty. Her hands are placed against his hips. She pulls him in and out, speeding the pace, her face twists with hard pleasure and grunts come out in succession that quickens in pace and volume. Her back and neck arch skyward. His whole face scrunches and his body tightens as his hot salty swimmers pour into her. Her body uncontrollably undulates as the wave of pleasure washes over her not unlike a tsunami crashing over a sandcastle. They roll onto the blanket side by side panting in a pleasant exhaustion. After a moments rest he raises up to an elbow, looking at her beautiful face. It is amazingly white along the edges in comparison to the crimson flush across her cheeks. He starts to lean in to her lips, but suddenly stops and cocks his head to listen to sounds around them. Startled, she hears it too. Footsteps and the singing of the farmer echo from only a short distance off. They both race to put their clothes in a semblance of an order grab the blanket and residuals of the picnic and flee off, giggling in the other direction from the footsteps and gentle hum of the unknowing farmer.