We sample sweet, juicy Honeycrisps in the sun.

She races me through the corn maze.

Sun setting, we savor grilled brats and hot cider.

Wandering the pumpkin patch hand in hand, we munch freshly dipped apples. She catches a caramel drip, playfully licking her finger. Sticky lips meet.

Snuggling under a blanket on the hayride, her hand finds my straining stiffness. Mine caresses her jiggling orbs.

We jump off into the darkness.

I spread the blanket. Then her legs. Then her folds, devouring Golden Delicious ambrosia.

She implores me into her slick warmth.

No better place for a first date!