We crossed the yard and walked around the far side of the vegetable garden. The rows of tall sweet corn hid us from the house. Flanking the garden were two rows of blue spruce evergreen trees, all about 10 feet tall, planted as a windbreak. There was enough room between the rows of the comically shaped trees to walk. Queen Ann’s Lace, Golden Rod and buttercups grew in the nearly dark avenue between the trees.
“This is it!" I exclaimed as we held hands and walked along. "This is a perfect hideout for the obnoxious little imps."
"It is but I don't think you are serious about finding them.” Susan commented with a touch of contrived sarcasm as she plucked a frilly white Queen Ann's lace and casually inspected it.
"Sure I am." I said as I flopped down into the grass and flowers, my head coming to rest almost under the bow of a blue Spruce. "But I have to get down close to look under the trees. They’re tiny you know."
Susan sat down beside me but remained sitting up. I reached up around her back with my left arm and pulled her around and down to me. She relaxed against me, and I heard her hum as we shared an anxious kiss. I stroked my hands up and down her back gently pressing with my thumbs. .
After a moment she lifted away slightly from me and said "You’re the imp." Her hair fell down around my face like a veil. I was awash in intoxicating fragrances. Susan wore a light jasmine perfume, but her hair carried the scent of lilac and then there was the powerful scent of the blue spruce tree just beside me. The cool grass and wild flowers added to the riot of fragrances.
The moment teetered on the edge between reality and dream. Susan kissed my nose and then my lips. I twisted and kissed her earlobe and then her lips again. This went on until she sighed, rolled back and returned to a sitting position.
I sat up, leaned over to her and kissed the side of her neck. She turned and kissed my cheek. In response, I moved closer and kissed her chin and continued to kiss down her neck and chest to the point where buttons stopped my progress. She fell back on the grass, and I anxiously leaned over her and continued kissing down her chest as far as possible. I wished that I had had four hands as I explored her hips and down her thigh. All the while Susan twitched and twisted while making a contented hum.
I continued to press the boundaries by undoing one button of her shirt followed shortly by a second button which exposed the top of her white lace bra. My lips brushed over a small embroidered flower at the center of her bra. My attempt at a third button prompted a firm resistance from Susan's hand. I complied immediately and instead began lightly drawing circles with a finger over her chest culminating by hooking my finger under her loose bra and stroking as deeply as possible. Susan's movements became sharper, and she was unable to keep her legs still. Finally in a strained voice Susan asked "What time is it. We've got to watch the time."