We met in a secluded field, the sun nearly kissing the evening
horizon. The warm breeze was full of that earthly, musky scent that
only those fortunate enough to live outside the urban rat race know,
and quiet whispering of the leaves in the Weeping Willow overhead
added the final touch to the most romantic scene.
We lay there, both naked, I knew I had to have her and have her now.
Without a word being spoken, I managed to move myself to a position of
dominance.
I could feel instantly that this was what she had been waiting for as
she frantically thrust her pelvis at my approaching organ.
I moved slowly at first, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her.
Then as tension rose, we began the ultimate in love making. Although
inexperienced, she approached every change of position with
enthusiasm, moaning with despair every time I withdrew to prevent
myself from ending it all too soon.
As sexual tension heightened towards the inevitable mind-blowing
climax, it was all I could do to hold out until the moment we had both
been waiting for was upon us.
As it did we rolled together in the now damp grass just as the last
deep orange glow of the long set sun melted into the darkness of
approaching night.
We lay there still entwined in an amorous embrace, I kissed her long
and lovingly and whispered how good she had been, she tenderly and
sensuously licked my inner ear, whispered "Baaaa," then re-joined the
flock.
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