You watch her take the last sip of red wine sitting on the grass, looking at you. The sun had warmed our bodies as we picnicked on the banks of the river. Now patches of shade were creeping over us, cooling the air, but not our internal heat.

You are lying on your back, topless, with your arms over your head. A smile plays on your lips as you watch her come closer, lean down and softly kiss. Her hands are either side of your head; her hair is falling over your face, brushing lightly as the kiss progresses. Without breaking contact she shifts position, and you realise that she is straddled over your abdomen. Your hands rise up and caress the curves of her waist through the cotton blouse, then journey under her skirt to feel the smooth thighs beneath.

The kiss suddenly stops. You open your eyes and stare. Her eyes are blazing green with animal intensity and you can feel your own instincts stirring in your pants.

She lowers herself while looking into your eyes and you feel her nipples brush against your chest. Your skin tingles and your hands move further up her thighs.