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Memories

I close my eyes and lean back in the car seat. I feel the bumps in the road as we begin the long journey. Thoughts of happier times and places are what I wish for now. My mind drifts away but at present I am unable to reach the right side of my mind. To those faraway places and days when life was so much more. I take a deep breath and try to focus, hoping to find some special moment past. Some little spark that will give me a vision of your beautiful face, a glimpse of a lock of hair or perhaps even your sexy toes that I so adored. I feel tears in my eyes as at last the vision of you appears. Your face smiling back at me, the bright golden sun encapsulates your strawberry blonde hair against the sky so blue. What a gorgeous smile it is and I remember the day so well. We had woken to the sunshine streaming through the window as the breeze blew the curtains. Turning to face one another and with one mind we both said “picnic by the lake.” In no time at all we had dressed, loaded up our bikes and off we rode, via the shop for some supplies. Then to the lake, our lake, our little part of the countryside where we could forget about the world, if only for a little while. That day even the bike ride, which normally had us pushing the bikes to the top of the last hill climb, seemed fun. The walk across the field, the heat haze dancing in the distance, hand in hand until there it was, the sun glistening on the dark blue water of the lake. After laying out the blanket we took a well ...

... earned rest. I lay looking at you, my eyes started at your toes that were now free of shoes. I loved your toes, not in fetish sort of way, just a playful way. My thoughts on your legs were distracted as you reached across to play with my hair. Now that was definitely a fetish you had, curling it round your fingers, smelling it and chewing it while I was distracted. We did nothing all day except laze about the lake. Well not strictly true there was the odd bit of touching and kissing, when we were not drinking or eating or laughing. All too soon the sun disappeared behind the wood and we made our way slowly back across the field, once more hand in hand, to the road and onwards to home. The perfect day ended with us making love, firstly in the kitchen and lastly in bed. Right from when we entered the kitchen you took control. The way you held my hands behind my back as you teased my lips, my neck and my now aching nipples. Leaving me wanting more you commanded me to stay still with my hands on my head whilst you fetched the ice. I squealed with each cold wet touch on my naked skin. Each touch that made my nipples harder and my tingling pussy dripping wet with anticipation of what more you had in store for me. The kitchen done we made our way in the lounge. Well you pulled me there minus my shirt (my bra went long ago at the picnic). The grass stained shorts were slipped down with a wiggle and a slap for not helping. You were in charge so how come I got the playful smack, then ...