Countryside romance

Sandy tugged me down onto her soft blanket spread across the silky grass. 'Come on, honey. Let's enjoy nature together.' Her fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh. Warm summer air brushed across my slick folds and usually that killed the mood for me. Not today. Not with her looking at me like that, those blue eyes already half-lidded, her pale hair loose across one shoulder. I settled between her legs, felt her spread wider beneath me. My hands cupped the full curve of her ass, lifted and squeezed. She arched up, eager, thighs trembling. The breeze moved again, hot on wet skin, and this time it only sharpened the ache. I leaned in. Kissed her hard. Our tongues slid, our breasts pressed, her nipples stiff against mine. She moaned into my mouth, low and sweet, already rocking her hips. I slid one hand between us, parted her folds, found her drenched and hot. Two fingers pushed in, slow. She clenched around them, gasped, legs tightening. I pumped my wrist, thumb circling her swollen clit, and watched her fall apart under the open sky. The grass whispered. The blanket rustled. Her body answered every stroke.