Special picnic lunch -- Part 1

She opens the blanket and places it on the freshly cut grass in the shade of the three huge cottonwood trees. Slowly she slips off her black heels and places them just at the edge of the blanket. She positions herself just so and turns to watch him walking towards her with the cooler and pillows in hand.

The contrast between their attire crosses her mind. He's in shorts, a button down shirt and sandals and he looks so relaxed and at ease. She on the other hand is dressed to the nines in her black and white dress. Her matching jewelry accenting the outfit. She wears her hair down today because that is the way he likes it. He likes to see it sprayed across the pillow as she lies down.

As he approaches, a smile crosses his face as he takes in the way her hair shines when the sun hits it. The way it moves as the gentle breeze softly caresses her. His view moves down catching the rise and fall of her breast as her breathing becomes a little more labored the closer he gets to her. He loves the way she reacts to him. The way her body speaks to him. His eyes traveled even lower to the hem of her skirt where he admired the smooth, soft skin of her legs as they beckoned to him to touch -- to discover what is covered by the skirt of the dress.

He opens the cooler and pulls out the bottle of wine and skillfully opens it and pours her a glass. It is of course her favorite white wine from a local vineyard. He always knows what she likes and always aims to make her happy because through her happiness he finds great joy.

As she sips her wine, he finishes pulling out their lunch arranging the bread, cheese, bowl of fruit and of course positioning it all around the single more beautiful pink rose she has ever seen.

Once that is all complete, he leans in and kisses her passionately. His kisses always melts her. Warms her heart and a soft moan escapes her lips. He loves hearing that sound knowing she is surrendering herself to him.