Le Pré- 1. Revelation

         It had been the bluest of skies. There were no wisps of white or any specks of rain on this day’s sky. The stagnant way of the sky was contradicted by intermittent breezes that softly whispered in the trees and grasses that surrounded me. The grasses swayed to and fro as if they were alive, almost oceanic.

         One could always smell nature before one could see It., which is how it seduces. Today I had been seduced. The sweetness of the spring grasses had lured me to lie upon it. So there I was, laying in a meadow, atop the highest hill. Nothing was between me and the earth except the latest fashions and a loosely laced corset, which on my part, was very improper. How is one to have fresh country air, if one cannot inhale it?

The area seemed to be secluded from the rest of the world, with about 6,000 acres and a tall stone wall built around the whole thing. It is peculiar to me why no one else had built something on this meadow; it was so beautiful and hidden. The way the sound and the air around me were almost sexual. The way the wind blew my dark curls around my bare chest and how the soft grasses caressed my skin, nearly made the hair on my forearms stand up. I would like to make love in this meadow. I feel happy and I smile into the sky. I feel like I am in love all by myself.

I feel heat rush to my cheeks. I touch them and let my hands bask in their warmth then gently turn my fingertips to my lips. My lips had been a victim of the heat and had been dry. I slowly rolled my pink tongue over my lips so that they may retain their silken exterior. I caressed my lips with my index finger, back and forth, from one corner of my mouth to the other. I slip my finger into my mouth and slowly eject it, running it down my neck to my breasts, leaving a small sticky trail of moisture. The hair on my forearms raise. I can feel my inside warm and it feels good. I reach down into my corset to search for a pleasure to put an ease to my desire. I caress the side of my left breast and finally enclose my hand around the tender nipple. At first I tease it by encircling the areola with my index finger. I then ran the tip in between my index and middle finger. At the tips of my fingers I gave it a pinch that only fed my excitement. I felt the tip grow and harden. I then took my left hand and caressed the right breast. I forgot to tease, so I just ran my finger over the tip numerous times. I licked my fingers and started fondling the breasts at the same time; accept this time with a stickier sensation. I let out short giggles and small moans, which was a little much, but no one was there to hear me. All of a sudden, the silence broke. All the pleasure pumping in my body was then transformed into fear. I quickly pulled my hands away and snapped my head in the direction of the sound of snapping twigs. It was a man. I only saw him from behind when he was running away. Once I stopped to look at him, he was already jogging away with his coat tails bobbing behind him. Who was he? How long had he been there? Did he see what I was doing?