The piercing blue sky that fills my field of vision also seems to wrap my whole world. If it were not for the sensation of the grass at my back, I may be flying, rolling, twisting and turning as the waves of pleasure build.
The breeze itself is my lover, as with each gentle breath if caresses my aching nipples, teasing them up into ever harder, exquisite sensitive peaks of pleasure/pain.
Not that the breeze is my only lover. Jane lies between my legs her only point of contact with me is her tongues balanced precariously at the very tip of my clitoris. Then scent, too, begins to seduce me. The scent of the new mown hay, the grass, and sometimes, on the softness of that summer breeze,, of Jane herself.
My eyes seek a deeper focal point in the unyielding blue above me, and sounds fade into silence. I care nothing that I am naked on a hilltop, I care nothing who may come along. Even being watched, seen, that I may arouse others means nothing this day. Today is for me, and me alone.
I feel myself drifting, higher, both in arousal and into that deep sky above me. I am grounded for a moment as I feel Jane's tongue enter me, and I shift indicating my displeasure, and Jane, ever attentive, returns her attention to my clit.
Higher and higher, rolling, swirling, until with my back arched, the sky splinters into shards of colour and my world splits apart.
Today, the world is white, covered in a thick blanket of snow, and last summer seems a lifetime away. I was with Jane again today, and as in the past, there was no need for conversation between us. Being in her presences is enough. The crocuses are beginning to push their way through the ground that covers her, and life, once again, will begin again.
One day, it may for me.