The day had been hot, cooking the cedar sap in the sun and perfuming the forest with a heavy woodsy smell.
The path was bathed in the white-hot frosty light of the moon.
I wanted her to want me, to be pleasantly surprised that I had come prepared with the giant blankets she found so comforting.
I gingerly held her by the back of her neck, which always elicited a tiny moan in amateur erotic pics her.
As we drove down the windy country road, the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her kept rising up inside me as I could see her breasts jiggle with every bump out of the corner of my eye.
We talked about Go Sailor and punk made by girls as we shared music on the ride, but I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her naked.
In the trunk I had surreptitiously packed two giant picnic blankets and a sleeping bag that she and I had shared before out in the woods.
I didn’t mind walking barefoot as the path was covered in soft pine needles.
We would often end up in the throes of passion somewhere out there in the darkness because we could barely ever keep our hands off of one another.
I knew of a terrace out in the woods up on a mountain just a short distance outside of the city and asked if she wanted to go find it.
She’d recently cut her long wavy 70’s feathered hair into a shorter razor-cut bob and looked gorgeous.
Whenever she dressed like this, her proportions made her ability to stay upright seem precarious, with her spindly little legs and narrow little hips braced to support her gigantic breasts.