We have just begun spending the early hours of a beautiful late summer day sampling the wares of several Virginia wine makers at the latest wine festival. It has been several years since we attended one and had to enjoy one more before you wander off to newer lands. Light, wispy white clouds race across the azure blue sky to the west. The warm breezes enticingly caress us as the rays of the warming sun shine down on us while it slowly rises higher in the early morning sky to the east. We drove up early in the morning. This way we could get a head start since we knew we wanted to taste everything we could and not have to worry about letting the soothing effects of all the alcohol we planned to sample overcome us. Watching the sun start its rise over the short peaks and breaking through the red and orange dawn smeared clouds was an unexpected treat. The sky slowly transitions from the dark azure blue of the west to the molten reds of the east. The last time we adventured down this way, we spent the day enjoying the farmer’s market and the local antiques as much as the wine. This is our last chance to spend some unrushed time together. We spend the time enjoying each other’s company, holding hands, walking around the little bazaar fronts, sampling the wonderful varieties of wine and sharing the occasional kiss. September is the most enjoyable time of the year on the east coast, so we plan to savor every moment. The sun-warmed earth still provides an abundance of warmth, but the hint of cooling breezes tempers the atmosphere. Summer’s fading green is everywhere as fall prepares, turning everything to vibrant shades of gold, orange, yellow and brown and provide a stunning variety of sensual contrasts. All the surrounding fields have already started the transition. Once bright green grasses are now turning to shades of gold and yellow. I researched the net and found the perfect place for a late afternoon picnic lunch not too far into the local countryside. I got permission to go onto some local property just up the road into the foothills not too far back off the road, on a hillside, overlooking a small stream. It is the perfect place to relax and enjoy the seclusion and peaceful serenity of our own little piece of nature. The stream is about twenty feet across and shallow at only a foot deep. Many large rocks force the water to flow around and over them. The flowing water creates that mesmerizing turbulence and little eddies that never repeat, plus the frothing surges of white water and that constant burbling sound. I love listening to moving water whether it is at the beach listening to the crashing surf or in a quiet field listening to the gentle murmur of water flowing down a rock-strewn steam. Hand in hand, we wander around the fair aimlessly letting our eyes pull us into all the interesting booths. We spend time “Oohing” at neat and interesting wares for sale. We eagerly sample every wine we see. I try to keeping track of what I liked but after twenty plus tastings I just give up and try to remember which ones my tongue liked! We stroll around carefree, just holding hands when we want, jostling against each other all the time as we look at everything. I spend a lot of time just watching you. I love looking at those gorgeous legs of yours flowing down out of your baggy shorts. I enjoy the sun highlighting istanbul travesti your wind-blown hair and the smile on your face as you see something else exciting to poke at in a booth. I just quietly stand back a bit. This way I can admire the curve of your cute butt as your shorts pull tight against those firm rounded cheeks when you bend over to look closer at something. After one of us tastes an exceptionally good wine, we lay a sensuous kiss on the other. Our tongues slowly come into play more and more as we find a lot of good tasting wine and we get a lot more inebriated. Besides, you have such a playful tongue! It is well past noon, after having sampled almost a full bottle’s worth of wine each, I lead you to a small booth near the front of the fair. They sell well-stocked picnic baskets! I let you pick the one with the cheese and sandwiches you like the best and the farmers’ fresh sliced peaches you just had to have. I also make a quick run over to the booths that had your favorite wines and purchase two bottles. These were the ones you gave me the best kisses after tasting. I get the ones deep in the ice chests that are nice and chilled so they will stay cool for the next hour or two. I wisely have them pop the corks for us now so we do not have to spend time trying to find the elusive corkscrew later. We make our way through the packed parking lot back to your car, a little sad that this is probably our last venture into wine tasting. At least for me, I am glad it has been with you. You are pretty much my best friend, drinking-buddy and at the top of my bucket list as you well know. You could not have picked a better outfit for our last adventure. I always enjoy looking at you in those baggy but comfortable shorts you always wear. Not too short, but perfect for your beautiful legs and cute round ass. Those baggy leg openings show a lot of enticing skin when they ride up and make me look! They are just tight enough in the crotch. The cotton cloth hugs the outline of your mound and lips when you are sitting and bend one of your legs up at the knee. The seam pulling tight between them emphasizes the fact that you are definitely female! This is only the second time that I have seen you braless. What I love is that with you, it is so subtle, not blatant, and that makes it very sensual! You are wearing a tight fitting cotton sports shirt that lets your small breasts bounce around slightly but cups them loosely, hugging every rounded inch. When you lift your arms or pull them back, the cotton cloth clings tighter to your delectable curves. This just accents the curvature of your breasts and the peaks of your erect nipples. The open armpits show off quite a bit of the outer swells of your breasts normally covered by a cute lace bra. It has taken me several years to convince you that small breasts are really an asset. Smaller is more sensual and usually means more sensitivity! Nibbling on those perky little nipples of yours and making them stand erect is one of my major bucket list items. Being able to take most of one of your soft breasts into my mouth at one time, while my tongue teases your nipple until it is tingling should convince you that small is good. You know I am devouring you constantly with my eyes. You have been keeping my attention focused on you all day by innocently travesti istanbul brushing your breasts and hard nipples against my arm or chest. You just hug my arm against them whenever you want to guide me toward a certain booth. I retaliate by absently brushing my arm or hand against your bouncing breasts every chance I get! I even get a few chances to let my dangling hand trace an innocent line up your inviting thigh to tease the crease in your shorts hiding your warm mound or cup one of your rounded cheeks. It may be that we finally run out of innocent excuses to tease each other. Or it may be the fact our stomachs are telling us we need to add something nice for our pallets to sample other than just wine. We decide to take our full picnic basket and wine back to the car and head to my surprise picnic area. You open the door to the back seat and I carefully slide in the basket. Stepping back, I almost bump into you and so you lean up and pull me down to you. Our lips meet. Your soft, warm lips once again seduce me. I linger there enjoying the feel of your hot lips on mine and then you pull me tighter and I feel your firm little breasts flatten against my chest. You slowly press one of your thighs between mine, rubbing against me, knowing just where, then your tongue darts out to seek and tease mine. I have not tasted your tongue in hours. The soft kiss starts slow then heats up reminding me that I really like kissing you, especially playing with your adventurous tongue! Your thigh is now rubbing more than just my thigh. My right hand slides along your left side, moving up from the curve of your hip to tease the gently curved side of your left breast. You feel my fingertips trace down to draw circles around your erect nipple. I pull back to catch my breath and look into those hypnotic eyes and tell you I love you. You look up, raking your breasts and erect nipples back and forth across my chest and tell me you know and you love me too. I have not heard you tell me that in a long time. I know you love me in your own way, that we have a very trusting but low-key relationship. We reluctantly break our embrace and pile into your car, anxiously anticipating the picnic. After several minutes of negotiating obscure country roads and traveling a few miles up a winding private road, we soon arrive at a large field filled with waist high golden grass. A rising breeze is blowing the grass in rippling waves across the field with a tall group of trees in a thin band running along the close by meandering stream bank. “This is it!” I whisper as we pull in. I can see you starting to take it all in. At first glance, it does not seem like much. One thing I have tried to get you to do for years is to open your eyes and the rest of your senses. Experience the moment with every sense and look beyond the obvious! You slowly absorb your surroundings and realize that there really is more than meets just the eye. There are plenty of visual indicators at first, but once we get out of the car and look around, the rest of our private existence starts to impinge on our senses. I grab the big blanket and the picnic basket and start walking leisurely down towards what appears to be a small stream. You follow up with the two big fluffy pillows wrapped in your arms. Later we will lay back on them as we look up at istanbul travestileri the clouds and fantasize about the shapes they make. You smell the freshness of the moist soil and the cool flowing water. As we walk down the hillside, you look around you at the tall yellowing grasses of the field. Almost waist height, slowly swaying in the gentle late afternoon breezes, the grass stalks look like a light gold carpet, alive in the afternoon sun. We are on the edge of a large field, covered in the tall grass, walled in like a maze with only one way in. You feel the mid-September sun on your wine flushed cheeks, still feeling the effects of more than a bottle enjoyed during our half day of wine sampling. You feel the light touch of the early evening’s cool breeze float around and over you, knowing it touches and kisses every exposed part of you. The closer we get, the louder the burbling of the creek’s water as it flows randomly over and around the impeding rocks and stones, and the more soothing the sounds become. As we walk under the trees along the bank and into the cooler shade, you see the shafts of sunlight playing down through the greenish canopy overhead. The trees act like windows to the sunlight shuttering it thru in mote-filled shafts of gold playing their beams across the short carpet of green grass along the bank. The sounds of the chaotic rhythm of the water’s flowing energy and the alternating of the day’s warmth from the fading summer sun and the teasing of fall’s early cool breezes slowly make their presence known to our city-dulled senses. The warm, moist, earthy smell of the dark soil and short green grass under the trees and its carpet like softness underfoot, add to the sensual appeal. You have taken off your sandals to experience the feel the cool grass and earth between your toes. You carry them as you walk behind me, mesmerized by the sensual nature of our surroundings. I find a nice level spot under the trees, thickly carpeted by the green grass but surrounded on three sides by the wavering stalks of the tall browning grasses. I flatten out a small area and lay out the blanket just up the hill from the flowing water. We can easily see the rippling waters of the stream on the open side; the other three sides are like a wall of golden brown so that once we lay down on the blanket, we disappear from the world! We can watch the water rushing and burbling around and over the many rocks in the stream, creating small cascades and whitewater streams randomly across its width. I set down the basket as you settle down onto the blanket, feeling the warmth of the sun’s stored heat warm your cute butt and thighs. I have to smile as you lay back and spread your arms and legs and wave them in snow angel fashion, just feeling the moment. You look so beautiful, your firm breasts, small but noticeable with you lying on your back, with your pert nipples casting shadows on your cotton t-shirt. You teasingly provide me with glimpses of inviting flesh as your thighs open and close, your baggy shorts revealing the fact that you are not wearing any panties! Now you definitely have my full attention. You have always known how to tease without being blatant. Like the way you will sit when wearing shorts and pull one knee back, intentionally exposing a lot of thigh and just a hint of what hides only a bit farther inside those baggy legs. Getting you to teach me is the only way to find out how to please you. You already know I have a fantasy of watching a woman make love to herself, so that is the only logical choice for learning how to touch you the way you like.