It was coming to the end of a beautiful day. We’re about 10 miles from the nearest town. We had pulled off of the main roads, onto a secondary road, because the map showed that it wound through some beautiful scenery. Just as the sky began to take on the colors of a beautiful sunset, we passed a perfect spot to stop and watch the sunset. The nicest thing about our schedule is that it doesn’t exist, so a quick U-turn put us back at the spot with the van side door facing the sunset. We get out, let the dogs run for a couple of minutes than tie them to the guard rail and slipped back into the van to sit on the floor and watch the sunset.

We sat down side by side, but the sides of the van blocked the view, so I say, “Why don’t you sit on my lap and let’s see if that is any better?”

I move my legs so that you’re sitting on the floor with your knees on my crossed legs, your butt tight against me, and you leaning back against my chest.

“I can see great,” you say. “But let me know if your legs start to go to sleep.”

“I have no problem seeing,” I say, “and the sunset is as beautiful as you are.”

You tilt your head back and around and give me a quick kiss saying, “Be have, or we’ll miss the sunset.” You take my hands and hold them against your stomach.

The sunset is beautiful. The colors changing from a bright red and yellow into a violet color. The reflections off of the clouds are sending the colors streaming over our heads. The gaps in the clouds allowing shafts of yellow to streak to the valley below us, lighting up the river that flows in its center, and coloring the white buildings that we saw down there into house of red, orange, white, and blue. The sight is breathtaking.

You lean back against me even tighter, and move my hands slowly from your stomach down to the top of your pants, and push them so that they just slip under the waistband. But when I try to continue the movement, you pull them back out and slowly bring them up across your stomach (I can feel the muscles quiver as my hands pass over your lower abdomen) and up to your breasts. You cup your breasts with my hands, and again turn your head and give me a kiss. But this kiss is different from the last one. The first one was a kiss of love and contentment. It told me that you were happy and comfortable, and that the sunset was beautiful and made more wonderful by being here with me. This kiss speaks of love and passion. It says that you are ready for anything either right now or as soon as I was ready.

Of course with you sitting almost on top of LB he was more than ready, and even if he wasn’t, I was not going to pass up an opportunity to make love to you.

Beginning with the back of your neck, I begin planting small light kisses. I’m glad that your hair is short, it makes it so much easier to reach some of your more favorite places to be kissed and nibbled on.

Your hands come off of mine, and I can feel them begin to move across my stomach. At the same time, I begin a slow delicate rolling of your nipples through the T-shirt your wearing. I can feel your nipples hardening under the attention of my hands. Your lips on mine are a flame burning into me. Your hands twisted between your back and my stomach have slid under my T-shirt and are slowly slipping into the waist of my pants. I lower my hands to your stomach and pull your shirt off over your head; your hands quickly return to their place inside of my pants, as I again cup your breasts, this time with nothing between my hands and them. You moan deep into my mouth as your back arches with pleasure, and your hands probe ever lower. My hands leave your breasts, sliding down your abdomen and come to rest on your inner thighs. My fingers spread along your thighs, my index fingers tight against your pussy lips and my thumbs resting just on each side of your clit. As your hands begin to stroke my cock, my thumbs begin to caress and roll your clit between them, and my index fingers begin to stroke your pussy lips through your shorts.

“Don’t tease me,” you moan, “Touch me!”

“But teasing you is so much fun,” I say. I move the fingers of both hands so that they all are resting on your cunt and begin to wiggle them.

“AHHH FUCK!!” you scream against my mouth, and your hands tighten almost painfully on my cock and my scrotum.

“Please don’t tease,” you almost sob.

I can’t resist you, not that I wasn’t more then ready to move into a much more intimate contact anyway. I move my hands to the fasteners on your shorts, and quickly undo them and slide my hands inside your panties to the same positions that they were in before, except this time both index fingers begin to probe between your pussy lips.

You gasp with pleasure as my fingers continue to play with your clit and pussy. Your ass squirming around on my crossed legs, your hands stroking LB and my scrotum as best they can in their backward position, your lips and tongue sucking on mine, and your breasts pointing up with your back arched, aeriolae crinkled and the nipples hard and distended with desire.

I feel your hands come out of my pants and begin to work on the buttons holding them closed.