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      Soon after they were married, when they were like rabbits, they had just showered
after work, but it was such a warm summer's evening that they just lay on the bed
afterwards to cool down, their two young and vigorous bodies totally naked but not
touching. The heat had built up in the house all day like a furnace and now the evening
sun was driving the temperature even higher. A fine shaft of the mellow evening sun cast
itself like a spotlight upon the freshly showered curls of her mound. The small droplets
sparkled on each curl and conjured a magical aura around her womanhood. Her soft pink lips
were relaxed and slightly parted, revealing a pearly sheen on her inner pinkness. James
rolled over to study this wonderful sight more closely and he could once again detect that
honeyed muskiness that meant no turning back for James. He moistened his own lips and
placed them gently on her hood, his tongue searching beneath for her eager young bud. He
inhaled deeply and savoured her scent. How he wished he could be totally enveloped by her
silkiness.
      Lucy took no encouraging at all and his cool wet curls created a tingling chill on
her inner thighs and on the sweet rosy flesh that surrounded her tunnel. In no time at all
they were fully entwined around each other, clawing at each others' back, sliding her
sweat soaked breasts against the curls of his firm, muscular chest, their dripping thighs
constantly slipping between the other's and his rigidity thrusting hard up against her.
Their tongues delved and darted in each other's mouths, searching into every corner and
the succulent swollen lips of their wide open mouths were as if joined seamlessly. It was
getting really hot as the sun streamed in and they both pulled back to catch breath and
cool off. "It’s a lovely night", said Lucy, "why don't we go for a walk? I'd love to feel
the breeze on my body." Without giving James the chance to consider her suggestion, Lucy
leapt off the bed and pulled on a lime green, toweling mini dress and a pair of flip
flops. 
      "Come on then, I'm ready." 
      Her wet auburn tresses fell in curls over the thin straps of the dress, which would
have been more at home on a Mediterranean beach. Her pert breasts filled the dress without
support and their natural firm roundness formed a deep and curvaceous cleavage. Her state
of arousal was plain to see through the dress, which tapered down to her waist and just
hugged her superbly rounded buttocks without being too tight. It didn't go much further
down and her graceful and well formed legs were golden in their glory. 
      Realising what was in store, James pulled on a pair of loose shorts, a tee shirt
and a pair of trainers. Without any restraint underneath, James's hardness was distorting
his shorts like a tent pole. They decided to stroll across the fields to the next village
along a well used public footpath. The ears of wheat were swaying slightly in the gentle
breeze and just beginning to turn from green to gold, in stark contrast to the bright red
poppies that rose above them in their thousands. The falling sun tinted this idyllic scene
with hues of golden orange and the birds chirped intermittently as their day approached
its end. The fresh air on Lucy's legs was exciting her and as she wandered through the
longer grass at the edge of the path, the shimmering seed heads brushed tantalisingly
beneath her dress, gliding swiftly across her soft femininity. She pulled James close to
her…