I suggest a quick drink in the local pub followed by an early night, but how long does it take to drink one pint? I nurse my half pint of Guinness for too long. I yawn theatrically.
“Tired? Let’s get you home.” He finishes his pint and, saying goodnight to the landlord and one or two locals, we head out.
“Let’s take a detour over the fields,” I suggest, “Fresh air might make me less sleepy.”
We cross the road and through the gate, me clinging to his arm. He turns, kissing me, a look of contentment on his face. The grass is bone dry against my legs, the short summer dress that he liked so much cool against my skin, yet the fire burning in me growing hotter.
His arm now around me, we walk along the fringe of the field, the bats in flight overhead, and the chorus of birdsong long since silenced. There is no moon, and the stars shine brightly overhead.
Reaching the stile, he stands back to let me cross first. I take his hand and climb up; instead of stepping over, I sit back, gazing at him. My hands on the hem of my skirt, he looks at me quizzically.
Biting my lip, I raise the hem higher. His mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. I look at him, an attempt at a shy smile on my face.
“Naughty Collette.”
He steps forward, hands on my thighs, then steps closer still. I part my legs slightly; in the starlight, I’m sure he can see my anticipation. I bend, kissing him hard on the lips, the bitter, hoppy taste enticing.
His hands pushed the skirt higher, and his head dips, kissing my lower stomach before his tongue traces lower. His fingers rub against my slit, and then his mouth envelopes me, taking delight in the gasp of pleasure eliciting from my throat.
Balancing myself with one hand I place the other hand against the back of his head, pulling him hard against me - not that he needs any encouraging. His tongue finds my burgeoning clit and begins to flick against it.
I can feel my nipples hardening, rubbing against the soft cotton. His tongue probes inside me, dipping firmly between my moist lips. One hand reaches up, fondling my breasts through the cotton, his fingers on the buttons.
Breast exposed, his touch is urgent, caressing me perhaps harder than usual, but the urgency of the situation drives him.
His oral ministrations continue, my juices lapped and spread across my upper thighs from his chin. His fingers dip inside me, causing my stomach to flutter. He bites gently on my clit.
“Oh, fuck, yessss!” I hiss, thrusting my pelvis at his face. The fingers spin inside me, his thumb on my hard clit. His other hand pinches my nipple, pulling it as I’ve shown him I like.
I come, hard.