A Walk

Take my hand and lead me down your path.
Your hand is warm and I follow along, enjoying just being near you.
I like it when you say what you want, and you lead the way.
I can feel the sensation of my walking, my thighs rubbing against each other in rhythm beneath my skirt.
I can hear your steps and your breathing as we go.
I don't know where we are going, but it doesn't matter; I am safe with you.
I look up and feel the sun on my skin, warming me.
I hear birds and the wind moves the branches of the trees gently.
We walk some more and I am getting moist. It feels so nice and I smile to myself, but it's a smile for you.
I look down at my feet and catch a glimpse of your skirt swaying like a dance piece.
'We will stop and rest here.'
There is a bench and we sit.
I watch a crow strutting around, looking for food. We have disturbed its search, but it is no matter.
Your hand lets go of mine and you place it on my thigh, moving my skirt up to touch my skin.
You are warm and I open my legs a little, watching the crow shift and peck.
Your fingers caress me softly, moving towards my panties.
I open a little more, letting you know what I'm wanting, if you want to, too.
I feel the moisture there as I shift, and your hand moves ever so slowly towards my center.
I look up, not wanting to see what is happening, just wanting to feel it.
I watch a bird fly over us as your fingers reach my wetness.
You touch me.
And I open more.
Your fingers rub me through my wet panties.
My breath quickens.
You squeeze me, and I start.
An involuntary moan escapes from me, breaking the silence.
Your fingers stray under the cloth, and I feel them in my wetness.
I put my hand on your knee to feel your closeness.
You are close.
It is so nice.