Venus Vera was known for her love of the outdoors. Today, she had planned a picnic at a secluded spot with her lover. As they set up the blanket and unpacked the food, their hands kept touching, sending subtle sparks of desire through them both.
Venus's skin glistened under the sunlight, beads of sweat forming on her cleavage and running down her toned abs. Her lover couldn't help but notice her curvy hips swaying as she moved. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his pants.
"Would you like some wine?" Venus asked, her voice husky. She poured them each a glass, their fingers brushing again as she handed him one. Their eyes locked; the tension between them thickened.
Without saying a word, they both stood up simultaneously. It was clear what they intended to do next.
