Summer rain and I’m so wet again
Sex fantasy by ‘Sensual Writer’ for ‘Samarel Eros’
Fields stretched out before me, the pavement weaving a ribbon of black amongst the green fields, the sky a pale blue as hot summer air caressed my bare skin. With the top down on my car, the wind blew around my legs, ruffling my skirt as my left hand played in the wind as I drove along. Dread and excitement raced up and down my body, coupled with anticipation of the unexpected. Hot air ran like waves up my arms as I drove, the heat of the sun stirring memories of hot summer days running through the fields playing hide and seek with my friends. Sighing, I tried the radio station, hoping that by now something other than country would be on the dial. Flipping stations, the only music that assailed my ears was of course the proverbial country music; nothing had changed.
Sweat inched its way down my back, the hot summer air barely cooling me off, the road winding through green fields, the dark soil hewn in straight rows for miles and miles.
Suddenly she was there, sprawled out upon the soil of this place, larger than I remembered it, but still had that small town feel. Several kids on bikes rode along side my car, waving and laughing as they peddled hard, hoping to beat me to town. Slowing down, I knew the sheriff would be hiding out somewhere, waiting for…
