Saturday, August 12, 1995.

It's the beginning of a two-week birthday present. My birthday was three months ago, but I haven't minded the wait. Don and I had to schedule time off at both of our jobs and this was the best time to do it. It's a vacation, a romantic getaway and a long-awaited moment in our relationship.

For my birthday, He promised me he would open up about his childhood and family. He said he needed to do it in his own way, in a special place. We would be alone. He would be on familiar ground and, he said, time would cease to exist.

Don's a romantic.

We aren't engaged but we've been getting pretty serious. I've been pretty sure for a while that he's Mr. Right. It's the time in a relationship when you meet the family, but he can't take me to meet his family. They're all gone.

Instead, he's taking me to the one thing he has left from his childhood - the farm.

I've known for a long time that he has a small place in the country. It's been in his family for generations. I'm excited about getting to see it and seeing this other side of him.

Even beyond that, it's a vacation!

I've been longing for a chance to get out into the county, here in the Midwest. Driving through farmland is one thing. I've done that any number of times on trips back and forth between the cities, but actually staying overnight on a farm, his family farm, this is a big treat.

I've lived in the Midwest for several years, but I still feel like a stranger. For an east-coast girl like me, it takes a while to get used to the flat lands of Illinois. At first glance through the window of a fast moving car, one big, flat, open farm looks pretty much like any other. Now that I've been here for a while, I'm starting to notice the subtle differences in the landscape.

But that's Illinois, where we live and where we spend most of our time. This place is a little different. Up north, here in the middle of Wisconsin, there are rolling hills and forests and streams. The area reminds me of the farms on the tops of the mountains near where I grew up in Virginia, except these farms are a lot bigger and you never have to go "back down the mountain".

It's late summer a beautiful Saturday. It took a few hours to get here from the city, but it was a nice drive. The trip let us unwind and leave the pace of urban life as we acclimated to the countryside.

After a couple of hours, the interstates became highways, then major roads. Later, the roads grew smaller and the houses farther apart. Eventually, it was mostly farmland: huge areas of corn, soybeans and, of course, lots and lots of cows. Every once in a while, there was a small town. When we finally arrived at Don's property, we had left our world far behind.

On the way, we talked about a lot, his grandfather for example. He died six years ago - two years before I met Don - and had retired many years before that. Don kept the farm as a vacation home and has kept up the house and buildings as a place to visit and remember his childhood.

I knew that his grandparents raised him and that they had died, leaving him alone in the world. Now I have some perspective. The death of his grandfather wasn't a long-ago, far-away event. It was recent enough that the pain is still fresh. My instincts were right. I need to be patient with him.

When we arrived, it was early afternoon.

The farm is a square mile. and in the Midwest, when they say a "square mile", they mean a square mile. The fence line is 5,280 feet on each side of the property. Somebody was pretty anal when they divided up all this land.

Even the row of trees, just inside the fence, look as if an accountant measured them out. They're all the same kind of tree, the same height and the same distance apart. I couldn't see much beyond the trees as we approached the entrance.

We pulled up to the middle of the south fence. The gate was closed. It wasn't much of a fence by city standards; enough to keep the cows in (or out) but easy to climb over if you're so inclined. The gate was newer than the fence, with what looked like an automatic opening mechanism.

Don reached into the glove box - playing with my leg on the way, naturally - and pulled out something that looked like a fancy remote control for a garage door opener. "I have to turn this on first. I don't waste the batteries when I'm not here." He slid a switch. The remote beeped loudly and a red light came on.

"Yup, the doorbell's working." He turned to me and said, "There's a sensor here by the gate. Whenever anyone pulls up, it beeps the remote. That way we know when we have company, even if we're camped out on the lawn."

I nudged his shoulder. "In other words, it's a toy."

"Um. yeah? What's your point?" He pushed another button and the gate opened as I messed with his hair.

"You country folk are pretty hi-tech." Despite my sarcasm, I was impressed. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that. The remote probably comes in handy when it rains too.

We drove through the gate and cleared the tree line. That's when it hit me: This farm is massive. I never really knew how big a square mile was until I saw one outlined so clearly. Imagine a good-sized shopping mall, including the parking lot and all of the fast-food places and banks around the edges. Now imagine four of them. That's how big the farm is.

My jaw dropped. I looked over at him. "'A little place in the country?' That's what you call this?" Looking out the windows, I shook my head. "This is big enough to land a plane in."

"Yes, actually it is. You could land a small jet on the diagonal, but you'd have to cut down the trees." He put his arm around me as he continued up the driveway - actually it was more of a road - to the house.

".Or you could fit four eighteen-hole golf courses and have room for a really nice club house." I smiled and kissed his shoulder. He didn't need to try and impress me. The size of this. plantation. was more than enough.

Don parked the car in the driveway, well short of the house. We got out and I looked around, still in shock. "This is bigger than the last couple of towns we drove through," but, I thought to myself, it's so open and quiet and private.

About a quarter of the property is a sloping wooded area with a stream running through it. The rest is a massive field of gently sloping and rolling prairie, bordered, as I said, by a fence and a line of trees all the way around. The farmhouse and the barn are near the edge of the woods, right smack in the middle of the square.

"Don, this place is huge."

"Actually," he said, "it's a normal-sized family farm: 640 acres, or one square section. That's how they divided up the land back in the 1,800's when my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather settled here. Each generation since then has only had one son survive long enough to inherit the farm, so it was never divided up."

"Survive long enough?" I asked, "What happened?"

"The Civil War, Spanish American War, World War I, World War II, Korea .Vietnam. and." He fell silent. We had drifted into one of those areas that was hard for him to talk about. I put my arm around him. Maybe his Dad died in Vietnam.

The silence was becoming awkward. I kissed his cheek and said, "You don't have to tell me everything all at once." That was an understatement, seeing as how he hadn't told me much, but it seemed to help.

He smiled at me and hugged me back. "You've been really patient with me."

Well good, I though. It's nice when a guy notices things.

He looked a little restless, so I changed the subject for him, "How about lunch?"

We took the picnic basket and he gave me a walking tour of the farm. I was glad he had suggested blue jeans and a simple shirt. It fit right in with the setting. I had decided to go native and had rolled up the bottom of the blouse to tie it as a halter, with a plain half-bra on underneath. It doesn't cover much, but I'm really comfortable and there's plenty of bare skin to keep Don interested.

We were going to be alone and I was planning on enjoying it.

He's really handsome in his jeans and snap-button shirt. He doesn't exactly look like a farmer, but somehow he fits in. He belongs here.

Don played tour-guide, but I spent as much time looking at him as I did looking at the landscape. There was something in the air - and I don't mean cow manure - that made me want his strong arms around me, even more than usual.

"It's been more than twenty years since Granddad planted any crops. When he retired, he kept a few acres around the house and barn as regular lawn grass. The rest is 'natural prairie'." His hand swept across the main part of the landscape. "We let the old fields revert to their natural form, with a little help from modern science."

He paused a moment, then said, "I helped with the restoration when I was a little kid and I've been helping him maintain it ever since." Yes, he talked about his grandfather in the present tense. He's not over it, not yet.

We walked to the edge of the "prairie". Depending on where you walk, it's around knee high, some shorter some taller.

From the way he looked and sounded, it was clear that Don takes a lot of pride in the family homestead. It really shows in the property too. The buildings are all well kept up and nicely painted. Even though there was no one living there full time, the lawn had been mowed within the week and there weren't any stray trees growing inside the prairie.

"You really have a beautiful place here. It's like a Normal Rockwell painting."

He looked at me, thinking for a moment. "I have some paintings of the farm inside. They aren't by Norman Rockwell, but you may have heard of the artist.

I hugged my arms around him from the side and kissed his shoulder, running my hands up and down his arms. Don is a good five inches taller than I am and that makes him seem even stronger. Something about it all made me want to tear our clothes off and run around naked or maybe lay down in the middle of the prairie and have sex all afternoon.

I turned him to me. He kissed me, holding me close as his hands wandered around my back. "We're going to have fun here, aren't we?" I whispered.

"I think we can find some ways of having fun," he said, as he squeezed me tight and pinched my behind. I yelped, and then covered my mouth in embarrassment, but I quickly felt even sillier when I realized that there was literally no one within a mile of us. I could laugh out loud - or make other kinds of noise - and no one would hear.

As we walked around, and he showed me the outbuildings, I kept my arm around him or held his hand the whole way. It was the first time we've ever been truly alone with each other, with no neighbors anywhere in sight or sound. In the city, there are always people nearby.

We eventually went into the woods and he took me to me the old sturdy bench where you can overlook the hill and see parts of the neighboring farms. "This is the only place where people can really see us," he said. "Even then, they would have to use some pretty good binoculars."

". and know that we're here." I added.

He looked at me with a little smile as we sat down on the bench. "They know, Wendy. I'm sure Mrs. Schneider saw us driving by her house four miles down that way and immediately told the neighbors that the 'young guy' was in the area." He leaned into me and said quietly, "and it looks like he might have a lady friend with him."

I was a bit surprised. "Are they that nosy?"

He laughed. "Yeah, it's sort of like the rural version of a Neighborhood Watch. They keep an eye on the place most of the time to make sure nobody breaks in when I'm not here. Besides, I'm something of a local legend: 'That young kid who's still hanging on to the farm just to come up and visit every once in a while.'" He choked back a little, remembering something that he wasn't ready to share.

I ran my hand over his back. It seemed like he might actually open up and talk about his childhood. if I let him take a couple of weeks. But then, we had a couple of weeks, didn't we?

After another long silence, I changed the subject, again making it easier for him. "So are we going to have a welcoming committee showing up with dinner and pies and dozens of little kids?"

He smiled. "No, not yet." He hugged me again, still looking off into the distance. "They'll call first and we can arrange a day for that. They're pretty good about giving me time alone up here."

I lay my head on his shoulder. We really were alone - just the two of us - and some memories.

We sat there for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet and watching the birds. After a while, he kissed me, softly, like the gentle breeze that surrounded us. We looked at each other, both knowing that we could do whatever we wanted and no one was there to say otherwise.

He took the lead, unbuttoning my blouse down to the knot and pulling it open. I was a little nervous, but not from the exposure. The woods around us provided enough cover. No, my nerves were on edge anticipating the feelings he was about to stir up in me. Don's a great lover and it's intense when his hands first touch me.

I moved my hands up to untie the blouse but he stopped me, bringing his lips down to the center of my chest. He kissed his way all around, while I cradled his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

It took a while, but he managed to kiss every inch of me between the bra straps, from the top of my shoulders, all the way down to the edge of the bra.

Again, I tried to help him by reaching in to unhook it - and again he stopped me. He brought his head up to face me. "We have all the time in the world." He sat up and slid to the end of the bench, then pulled a bowl of fruit salad from the basket. With that, he patted his lap, motioning me to lie back and put my head there.

As I stretched out I looked up at him. His hands cradled my face and eased me into a comfortable position. I almost cried. He's always been affectionate but this was different: calm, leisurely - as if we were an old married couple. I don't think I had ever seen him relax that much.

When I was laid back and settled, he used his free hand to untie the knot in my blouse. It took him a while with one hand but he refused my offer of assistance, saying that doing it one-handed made it more fun. The slowness was part of the charm, but it was driving me nuts. I wanted his hands on me.

It finally sunk in that he wasn't just taking the lead, he was in control. It was a confident side of him that I hadn't seen before. He was as gentle as always, but he was taking charge of me. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy it. A warm feeling started to emanate from the base of my spine. I was being seduced in a way I had never experienced before.

Once he had the knot untied, he put his hand on my breast, over the shirt, and just sat there looking at me. My excitement was building even when he wasn't doing anything. Slowly he started to touch me through the shirt and bra, turning my "warm feeling" into an aching desire. He would have me begging for it if he kept it up. I could handle that.

After a minute or two, he changed pace. He hurriedly unhooked the bra and moved it and the shirt out of his way. I laughed. He wanted to relax, take it slow and melt my heart, but he also wanted to get me naked. His strong side was at war with his horny side. That was fine by me too.

The breeze rushed in, cooler than I expected, sizzling when it met the heat of my body. Its sudden touch brushed my nipples, hardening them instantly. I was naked, my breasts exposed outdoors, but I still felt safe in the woods, on my back, in his arms, miles away from the nearest prying eyes.

Don likes to surround my breasts with his hands, taking them one at a time and squeezing the whole breast at once, as if he were molding them. My tits are exactly the right size for each of his hands. I've always been conscious of them being a little small, but times like this make it not seem so bad. We fit together.

He went from one to the other, cupping, squeezing and sometimes pinching the nipples. Still, it was gentle and seemed to last forever. I couldn't feel time passing. There weren't any clocks, phones or anything accept the sun to mark the time. Even the sun was hidden by the trees overhead.

And no decisions to make. Don took care of everything, deciding what to do and how to do it. I felt a new kind of freedom, a feeling of belonging to him, of being in his care - under his protection. I liked having him in charge. It gave me my first glimpse of what it might be like to be his wife.

He took the lid off of the bowl and brought a chunk of apple to my mouth. I smiled as he traced my lips with it and slowly fed it to me. Next came a piece of strawberry. He did the same, gently using it to moisten my lips, not quite teasing me with it.

He took out another strawberry, and this time took it to my right nipple. I cringed as he touched it, afraid it was going to be cold. It was a little cold but not bad. He traced swirls around the rest of the boob, making it moist and sticky and tickling. I had to resist the urge to wipe the juice off. He knew what he was doing. He would lick it off later and I would enjoy it when he did.

He ate the strawberry, his face in ecstasy as if there was something very special about the taste. Maybe there was. It was covered in my essence, after all. He did the same thing with a grape on the other side, rolling it around and tickling me. Once that was finished and the grape eaten - savoring every morsel - he fed me a few more bites.

He kept feeding both of us, heightening the flavor of each bite with some tactile nuance; tracing his own pieces around my chest and tummy before popping them in his mouth. The fruit was a set of paintbrushes, each flavor a different color on his pallet. I was his canvas and he was bringing his art to my body. Wherever his brush touched, his passion flowed into me, just as it did in his paintings.

The privacy and the surroundings reminded me of the Garden of Eden. I wasn't quite naked but close enough to make me feel lascivious. We didn't have a care in the world, except each other.

Eventually, when we had had our fill of fruit, and the mural on my torso was completed, his hand slid down to the top of my jeans. I looked down, anticipating his next move. As soon as his fingers touched the button, I took his hand and brought it to my lips, licking the fingers. Even though I longed for him to go farther, I wanted to tease him a little.

Looking up at him, I said, "Let's wait until we get inside the house. As you said, we have all the time in the world." I licked my lips, knowing that he was frustrated. I was too, but I felt like I could wait.

I wondered how he would handle this challenge to his new-claimed authority. Would he back off and continue touching my upper half, or would he over-rule me and proceed downward?

He showed his metal and cunning by calling my bluff. He smiled down at me. "OK, let's go back to the house."

I laughed, "Right now? You don't want to wait a while?" I could see that he didn't but I still wanted to toy with him. I wasn't going to give up all of my leverage just yet. He helped me sit up. I removed the bra through the sleeves and started to retie the shirt.

Again, he stopped me, this time lifting me onto his lap facing him. My heart pounded in my chest as he re-asserted his control of me. Damn he's good.

I gave in to him. I straddled him, with my knees beside his hips. Tears formed in my eyes. Now my whole body wanted nothing more than to be molded by his hands.

"Your boobies are all sticky," he said. With that, he began to lick my chest. I put my hands on the bench behind his shoulders and let him have me. When his tongue touched me, I almost came. I dug my nails into his shoulders. He didn't even flinch.

The smell of strawberries, apples and bananas and the sound of his slurping made me feel like the lunch plate. His tongue slithered all over as his hands went up the back of my untied blouse. He pulled me to him, held me in place as he tasted me from neck to navel.

I cried as I opened myself to this wonderful man whom I thought I already knew. I had to rise up and down on my knees to present him with the various parts of my body that he had painted. It reminded me of riding a horse when I was a girl, but now there was a much more powerful beast between my legs.

I managed to dangle my nipples in his face a number of times, much more than was required to remove the stickiness from them. All the while, his hands squeezed me and extended the pleasure to my back and sides. Occasionally his fingers would slide down to my bottom and legs. My hands kneaded his shoulders, holding on as if they were the front of a saddle.

As with everything else so far, he took a good long time, making sure that he got every last drop off of me. I was ready for him; ready to strip down and ride him for real, but that wasn't his plan. Damn him!

He told me that he wanted me on my back. I was frustrated at having to wait, but I realized that I wanted it that way too. I wanted him on top of me.

I stood up and re-tied the blouse, leaving the buttons unbuttoned. He had a nice view of my tits and he reached inside to take another free feel of them. Along with everything else, it was nice to be admired. It was also good to know that I wasn't going to have to wait much longer for something serious.

The bra and fruit salad went into the picnic basket and we walked back to the yard. He set the basket on the ground and began to open it up again.

Tossing me the keys, he said, "Why don't you go inside and finish what my tongue started? I'll lay out our lunch."

He didn't want to go in the house with me.

I looked at the house - His house - His Grandparents' house. I looked back at him. "Don, I've never been in there." I couldn't go inside alone, could I? Shouldn't he introduce me, or something?

He looked at me, a little sad. "I know. The bathroom is on the left at the end of the hall."

I tried to ask him if he wouldn't rather go in with me. He touched my lips and said, "I'm going to start crying as soon as I go inside. Let's save that for later."

That struck me. Despite all of the feelings he had shared with me to that point, I had never seen him cry. Did he cry every time he came here? Was this another side of him that I had yet to see?

It made sense. He was really trying to open up and it was difficult for him. If entering the house would bring him to tears. well, I could understand. He still wanted to keep his distance. and take it a little at a time.

I kissed him and went off to the porch, a few dozen yards away. As I reached the door, he called to me, "There's some sunscreen in the bathroom. Please bring it back with you." I nodded, unlocked the door and went inside.

It took just a moment to figure out where I was going, but once I did, I didn't take long; just enough for the necessities, especially washing off my chest. At first, it had been really sexy having fruit smeared on me, but now it was just sticky. I got it all off, though.

I also remembered the sunscreen. Actually there were several tubes in the cabinet. He must buy it by the case. Don has very fair skin to go with his blond hair. We'd been in the woods for most of our walk but he was going to need some sunscreen soon if we were have a picnic in the yard.

I barely noticed the house. It felt like I was intruding and shouldn't peek. Of course, I had the permission of the sole owner of the place, but it was his grandparents' house and I really felt as if I needed to be properly introduced before I looked around. It's funny; I don't know to whom I was supposed to be introduced.

When I came back out, he had the blanket spread out a couple of hundred feet from the house and also quite a ways from the car. He had also retrieved the cooler. It was a bit of a walk to get to him, but we had a lot of space. We could have a picnic in the middle of a huge grassy yard - if we were really going to have a picnic - so why not surround ourselves with as much grass as possible.

Somehow, though, I figured that one of us was going to put the moves on the other before we got into the potato salad. He was leaning back, ready for me, and I was cleaned up and ready for him. When I got there, he had two glasses of wine set out and the bowl of fruit next to him.

"How about if you loose the shirt?" he said.

"What?" That was unexpected to say the least. Getting naked in the woods was one thing but in the middle of the wide-open field? "I don't think so!"

"Seriously, no one's going to see."

As I crossed my arms, he gestured to the fence and tree line a half mile away.

"Those trees have been there for thirty years. They're tall, thick and they aren't going anywhere." Motioning over his shoulder, he said, "even if someone shows up at the gate with binoculars and tries to look at just the right angle, they'll still set off the 'doorbell'."

I looked around. It really was secluded, despite being a massive open field. Everything not belonging to Don was at least a half-mile away. Getting naked with him sounded like a fun thing to do in the warm sun, but stripping while standing up in the middle of an open field. I couldn't make my hands move.

He saw my indecision. "Wendy," he said, "undress for me." My heart fluttered. Even his voice was different. He had a soft commanding tone that melted my fear and emboldened me. He sounded like. a husband.

I dropped the sunscreen on the blanket and fixed my eyes on his face. Licking my lips, I untied the blouse and slipped it off of my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground.

When I'm standing up, my tits point straight out and jiggle with the slightest movement of my body. They aren't droopy. Don likes to look at me when I'm topless and I certainly enjoy the admiration.

With my hands on my hips, I tilted my head back and shook out my hair. The feeling was exciting. Of course, Don continued to lay back and stare at me. I let him get away with it for a while but then told him to stand up. We were in this together.

Finally, it worked. He actually did something that I told him to do. I was relieved that his power over me wasn't absolute - at least not yet.

He nervously stood still while I unsnapped his shirt, exposing his full hairy chest. The hair is golden blond, thick and curly. My hands took a moment to comb through the part I could see, but I wanted more.

I pulled the shirttails from his pants and spread them out so I could run my hands through the vertical carpet in front of me. I took my time kissing his nipples and laying my face against him, but I didn't take near as long as he had with my chest. I wanted to move on to other things.

When I pulled the shirt over his head, his hands reached for my breasts. I didn't stop them. I followed suit. We tweaked each other until we couldn't stand it anymore. Then we hugged and kissed. I felt like he was going to swallow me. It got the warm feeling going again inside me.

He was as ready as I was. In fact, I don't think he had cooled off from our make-out session in the woods.

I took his hands and put them on the button of my jeans. I knew enough not to try to do it myself, and he certainly didn't need any coaching. The jeans opened quickly and were slid, along with my panties, down to my ankles. I took them, my sneakers and socks off the rest of the way. I was naked and he wasn't. His power over me was still strong. I didn't fight it.

He took his hands and sandwiched my pussy and bottom, fingering around, trying to get inside me. It tickled. I giggled. He pulled me to him sideways and let me lay my head on his chest. His fingers found their targets and entered me from both directions.

Pretty soon I was heading toward a very tempting resolution. I let it engulf me for a moment but stopped him when I was about to loose control.

It was my turn.

I surprised him with something new.

Kneeling, facing him and putting my head even with his waist, I took hold of his hips with both hands and nibbled the button on his pants. I took it into my mouth and unbuttoned it with my tongue and teeth. It was a slow process. My sister had suggested this little maneuver a month earlier and it seemed like a good time to try it out.

It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it apparently it was erotic for him. Looking up at his face, I saw his eyes wide and his teeth gnawing at his lip. Returning to his pants, I lowered the zipper, again with my teeth. Then my mount began to search for the fly of his underwear as my hands lowered his jeans to his ankles.

That was enough to make him put his hands in my hair and run his fingers through it. It was another reminder of my position and his power over me. I didn't mind. I liked it.

There was a bigger bulge than usual and that helped me find the opening with my mouth. Once I had it, I was able to move the cloth aside with my nose. My hands were squeezing the muscles in his hips, the ones he uses to thrust when he fucks me.

I had his fly partway open when his dick slapped me in the cheek as it sprang straight out. "OH!" I was startled. It didn't hurt much but it was kind of a shock. He was rock-hard.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

Inspiration hit me. I clutched my cheek and said, "I don't know," I smiled up at him, winking. "You could hurt a girl with that enormous thing. It's pretty dangerous." We both laughed but his ego had been well stroked.

I took down his underwear and helped him off with the sneakers and socks. I was still on my knees and I lined myself up with the head pointing right at my face.

Looking up, I asked, "So how many other girls have you brought here and seduced?"

He took hold of my head, pointed it back down to his member and brought my mouth to it. "You're the first. I wasn't about to bring anyone up here and get naked while my Grandparents were still around."

Satisfied that I wasn't just one in a string of "chicks", I reached out my tongue and licked the tip. Actually, I would have done the same, even if I hadn't been the first to do it here.

His whole body twitched. I licked it again and he groaned. His hands were still holding me in place. They guided me toward him. I opened my mouth and dove down on it, taking as much as I could into my mouth. I've given him head many times but this was different. He's usually so grateful to get it that I have him wrapped around my little finger. This time, he was calling the shots.

He isn't all that long, but certainly long enough to hit the back of my throat. I occasionally take him farther in, but usually end up gagging when I do. I closed my eyes, rose up a little on my knees and held my neck forward like a chicken. It gave me a little more area to take him into my throat without having to bend him. I felt like a tramp but didn't care.

It was enough. He pressed inward until my lips reached the base. I started nibbling lightly with my teeth and lips. The head was on the back of my tongue, down my throat just a little. I fought hard to not choke on it but it wasn't easy.

Meanwhile. I used my tongue to lick the shaft and flick as much of his balls as I could reach. I swallowed a few times to give the head some attention from my throat muscles.

The whole time, I didn't move him in or out. His position in my mouth was stationary. I waited for him to move, or not. The licking and swallowing was enough to make him very happy. With no in-and-out motion, it didn't seem like it would make him come, but it certainly got him weak in the knees. That's what I wanted. I wanted him to enjoy it but not come.

His hand started to press on the back of my head, gently trying to get his dick even farther in my throat. It didn't work. There was nowhere for it to go. That was fine. I had the satisfaction of knowing that he wanted more and that I had taken him all the way in.

After a while, once he also realized that he wouldn't come, he pulled me off of him and I started to squeeze the shaft with my hands. I asked, "So, what kind of wildlife is there out in that prairie?"

He looked over his shoulder. "Lots of voles, moles, birds and probably some mice, maybe even a snake or two, but none that are poisonous." He looked down at me, "Nothing that will give us any trouble other than bug bites."

I stood up, picking up the sunscreen as I did. He needed it before we went any further. I squeezed out a bunch on my hand and went behind him to begin applying it. It had to cover every exposed part of his body, which this time meant everything. It was a good excuse to give him a full body rub.

I made him stay standing as I spread lotion around him from top to bottom, doing most of the work from the back. There were a few spots that I could only reach from the front, so I saved them for last.

When I was done with the back, I turned him toward me and slathered lotion all over his chest, stomach, legs, knees, feet, neck, hands, arms, face and ears. all of him was covered, except for one area.

"Lie on your back," I told him. I didn't think he would be able to stay on his feet once I stared the next part. He eagerly complied and I covered my hands in sunscreen one more time. Part of me took comfort in having regained the upper hand, but I was starting to not care anymore if he took control. He could take over whenever he wanted. I trusted him to use his power over me.

Applying the sunscreen to his member was just like giving him a hand job. In fact, that's what I proceeded to do. I spent way too much time applying and re-applying sunscreen to his dick and balls. Very quickly, he looked like he was going to come, so I did something cruel.

I got up and ran into the prairie, as fast as I could go. stark naked.

I don't need sunscreen to prevent a burn. I use it if I'm going to lie out on the beach for more than a day or two, but there was no need for it at that moment. Besides, I wanted to feel the sun. I also wanted to feel my boobies jiggling and the wind all over my body. It was ecstasy.

By the time Don realized what was going on, I had a huge head start on him. It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced. I could run for a half-mile in any direction and not run out of space. So I did.

Well "running" wasn't quite the word for it. The "grass" was thick enough that it slowed me down, but I liked the feeling on my feet. Some of the plants had thistles or rough edges but I didn't care. They cut into my feet and legs but it was all part of the texture of the moment.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw that Don was loading things into the cooler. Then he finally started to chase after me. He would catch up eventually. His legs are longer and he is a faster runner, but it would take a while if I really poured it on.

I ran hundreds of yards in each direction before turning a little to go somewhere else. It was endless. It was wonderful. The sun was all over me. Way behind me, my lover was chasing me. The "runner's high" kicked in - or maybe it was just horniness or adrenaline - whatever it was, it made me euphoric.

Slowly, Don caught up with me. I ran harder, laughing all the way. He started yelling at me to slow down so he could catch me. He wanted it bad. So did I, but I wanted to be chased and caught. I wasn't going to stop for him. He had to take me down to earn his pleasure this time.

We were both winded but still I didn't care. He shouted between breaths, "The. condoms. are. in. the." He never finished the sentence. I knew what he meant. Neither of us had any pockets on our naked bodies. Apparently he had forgotten to get the condoms out of the car. I hadn't though of that either.

I'd been holding off on having unprotected sex with him. I was on the pill and we'd been monogamous for more than two years, but I wanted to wait until we were engaged. It wasn't a big thing but I had never had "bareback" sex with anyone and I wanted to save that for my husband-to-be.

I ran as hard as I could, and thought about it as I went. A minute or two later, he tackled me. I went sliding, scratching my butt and back as I slid out of his hands. I quickly stood up and held my arm out to keep him at bay.

We were both gasping. We couldn't say anything for a few minutes as we leaned on our knees and tried to catch our breath. Once I could talk, I asked him, "Are you going to. propose to me. pretty soon?"

He answered, "Yes."

I looked at him. It was the first time he had been that clear about it. "Yes?" I asked, still winded.

"Yes." he was still gasping for breath too. "As soon as the jeweler. is done. making the ring."

I teared up a little. We'd been talking about it for a few months and had even gone looking at rings and diamonds. I didn't know he had ordered one. and I hadn't expected him to have one specially made for me.

"Really?" I asked, trying not to cry, "You mean it?"

He took a few deep breaths. "I mean it, Wendy," he answered, "It won't be much longer."

I was filled with so many emotions, I didn't know what to do. I thought for a moment and then stretched to get my muscles working again. "In that case," I said and then looked right at him, "let's just do it." It was the heat of the moment, but at that moment, I knew that this was the man that I was going to marry. Ring or no ring, he was my husband-to-be.

It was time.

Most couples don't remember the exact moment when the relationship becomes permanent. For most, it's a process with no single moment of clarity. Not for me. I know exactly where I was when it happened.

"You mean it?" he asked, "No condoms, nothing to get between us?"

"Yes," I said and reached for him, ".if you can catch me." With that I ran past him and started running as hard as I could again, which this time wasn't all that fast. Still, it caught him by surprise, so I got a little bit of a head start.

He took off after me and caught up in less than a minute.

This time, he tackled me and didn't let me get away. He was rough, knocking my feet out from under me. I landed on my chest in some soft, tall grass. He grabbed my arms and forced me onto my back. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to think or try to stop him. The gentleness he had shown in the woods was long gone.

I looked up at him. It was just his face and chest and the sky. Nothing else. There was intensity in his clenched teeth, tight lips and frowning brow that matched the ferocity of his hands holding me in place. I saw fire in his eyes. He squeezed my wrists harder, hurting them. I wondered if he even realized it.

I was afraid. I wanted it, including the fear and the loss of control. The chase through the field and my slipping away from him had pushed him over an edge.

He could have just done it. I had already said "yes". If he had, I wouldn't have minded.

Even so, he was in control of me and of himself. "Are you sure?" he asked again.

There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted it good and hard. I wanted him to hold me down. I didn't want him to let me change my mind. Nodding my head, I said, "Do it. take me. right here. right now. hard. hold me down. if you let go of me, I'll run again."

That was it. There was no turning back. I had given him permission to force me. I swallowed hard and wondered what he would do.

The grass was a little scratchy but it was thick and matted down by my weight, almost like a straw mattress without the burlap covering. For a moment I though about grass stains and giggled. Then I looked down his naked body. He was hard again. This time the head was purple. When it gets that way, it's also huge, blown up like a balloon.

He lay down on top of me and put my arms above my head, crossed at the wrists, stretching the muscles and making my chest feel even more naked than it already was. He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to scoop under my back. I could feel his weight pressing down on my whole body as his face came closer and his legs pried my legs apart.

Yes, this was the kind of rough treatment I was craving.

I offered no resistance. It was rough enough without my fighting him. I felt vulnerable and that was just as I wanted it.

The engorged head pressed against my pussy. I spread my legs even more and flexed up to meet him. I was wet and ready. In he went.

Normally, I need him to touch me, finger me, go down on me, or something before he starts fucking me. Otherwise I won't be able to come just from him being inside me.

Of course, a lot of times I just let him have me and wait for my turn afterward. He's good about getting me off when he's done. most of the time. Right then, in the middle of that wide-open field, none of that mattered.

I was as ready to come as he was. The car ride, the fruit painting on the bench, stripping by the house, applying the sunscreen and the long chase in the field were more than enough foreplay for me.

He took several long, agonizing strokes, all the way in and all the way out. His dick was a lot thicker than usual, especially the head. It filled me. It was also rougher inside than I was used to because there was no rubber sheathing him.

He groaned, "Oh, God. It's never been anything like this." I smiled. Clearly, doing it without a condom made even more of a difference for him than me.

"Enjoy it, honey." I told him, "Do it as hard as you want." No matter what he did at that moment, I would enjoyed it.

I felt his whole body pressing on me and felt his arm under me, pulling me into him. His tongue licked my lips and toyed with my mouth. At the same time, he switched to shallow fucking. He knows I love that. It's more intense for me that way.

Long strokes fill me up and make me feel loved and possessed. Shallow ones get me excited and make me come. He wanted to make me come and he was doing a fine job of it. His tongue parted my mouth-lips and played around just inside, the same way his dick was doing with my pussy-lips. The symmetry was overpowering.

I started moaning and arching for him. I feel silly doing that sometimes, like I'm throwing myself at him; but at that moment, it felt right. The movement of my legs and hips rubbed my skin against the grass. It scratched but that just made it more intense.

I fucked back, thrusting up and down, helping him and trying to bring myself off with him. Every dozen strokes or so he did a couple of deep ones just to drive me wild. Even after all of the build up and with all of the mad desire he had coursing through him - he was still doing it for me. If he had been selfish, he would have done mostly long, deep strokes. Damn, I was impressed at his self-control.

His shallow thrusts turned faster and my hips pushed harder against him. He finally released my hands, so I put my arms around his shoulders, hugging him and pulling his face into me. The grass all around us felt like a cocoon, wrapping both of us and sealing us together.

It didn't take long. He started coming before I did, but his orgasm triggered mine. I was right there with him. It was perfect. He lifted his head up and groaned at the top of his lungs as he switched to all deep strokes. Once I start coming, I want it deep.

We both screamed as we hit our climax together. What the Hell, we were out in the middle of nowhere. It didn't matter. No one would hear us. His hands squeezed me and his body pounded me. I don't think he knew how rough it was. I sure didn't tell him. I was enjoying the raw strength he was using on me.

He kept going, kept fucking me even after he came, just to keep me going. That was really special. He doesn't do that very often but he really wanted me to come long and hard. I obliged.

My body started shaking rhythmically and I just let go. He kept fucking and fucking, switching to shallow strokes sometimes and then back to long ones. It didn't matter. I was hopelessly helpless at that point.

I soared. I looked up at him. He looked like the sun god, covered in gold radiance. He was Zeus, forcing himself on a poor defenseless mortal woman, but what woman wouldn't want to be fucked by a god?

Eventually, he let me come down slowly from the clouds, kissing me again as my body throbbed and convulsed. The waves of orgasm slowed down a little at a time. Still, he stayed inside me, throbbing but not moving in or out.

It reminded me of what I had done for him with my mouth. The kisses and hugs, the feel of his body, his sweaty smell and the wildflowers made for a heavenly feeling (and, no, it wasn't Iowa).

We kept kissing for a long, long time, just making love in the warm sun and the beauty of nature. He let up a little but still held me trapped underneath him. I didn't even notice when his dick shriveled out of me.

Best of all, there wasn't any wet spot on the 'bed'. The grass soaked up most of it and the ground took care of the rest.

Exhaustion set in. He rolled off of me and lay on his back. It was funny to see him lying there like a felled naked giant. Of course I probably looked just as silly. I rolled over next to him and lay on my side, leaning over him, putting my hand on his chest to feel his heart pounding. It was my turn to trace lines on his chest.

In the back of my mind, I remembered that Zeus isn't the sun god. I think it's Apollo. If you're going to get fucked by a god, you should at least remember which one it was.

I looked up and saw the long distance to the house. "Did I really run all that way?"

Don looked over his shoulder. "Um hm." he nodded, "and I chased you." He began to rub my back with his arm around me.

It was a nice touch. In fact, I was ready to lie down and take a nap, except for the long walk that would need to precede it. My whole body ached from the hard run and the rough treatment. "I wish we didn't have to go all the way back just to lie down and take a nap."

He turned me gently, sliding me off of him. I went along. He had me lie face down. Now the front, softer part of my body was getting the prickly treatment. He draped his leg over mine and gave me a real back rub. I spread my arms and legs wide. "Why don't we sleep here for a while?" he said.

"No, we need to get back to the house," I sighed, dejectedly.

"Why?" he kissed my shoulder. "There's nobody going to call us. We don't have anywhere to be any time soon. The weather is nice. Why not just stay here?"

I looked over my shoulder at him, perplexed that I couldn't think of an answer. Was it really that simple? Could we really just lie here naked in the middle of a field of wild grass? His back rub was mellowing my mind. I turned my head to the other side and relaxed. I didn't really care anymore. Maybe we could just stay there.

I could feel his dick, limp as it was, resting against the side of my hip and his balls against my legs. He played with my bottom on some of his "backrub" strokes. I like that too.

That was all the convincing I needed, but he iced the cake for me: "Just relax and go to sleep. Trust me." It was as if he had climbed back on top of me and pinned me down. His words, his attitude, his control held me in place.

I stayed there and drifted off to sleep, safe, protected by the man I'm going to marry.