Whats Your Fantasy?

What's your Fantasy? They hear the icy water in the stream rushing by. Just barely warm enough to trickle along as they walk. They share a love of natures beauty. Sunshine finally bordering a little on warmth called them to wander along this path, very much alone. Surface talk about their children stumbles on while whole daydreams flow through their minds. This is a walk of desire, painted over by a need for companionship as well. Combining both maybe. The snow against blue sky and barren trees captivates them momentarily, but desires that cannot be suppressed are achingly close to breaking the surface. Finally, crossing a wooden bridge, she stops, leans against the rail and looks at him, considering. Desperate to kiss him, but afraid of what will follow, she resists, but only in her outward actions. In her mind a world of satisfaction blossoms. His warm familiar arms reach for her, pin her up against the wooden rail and she can feel her nipples grow hard as her chest pushes into his jacket. Nothing will ever smell the same to her as he does. His beard is a million different colors up close and they fascinate her. Mesmerised, her face lifts itself to him and succumbs to the kiss it's craving. Deep and warm and solid. Bliss comes as his hands wrap themselves in her hair, pulling her mouth even harder into his. She revels in the taste of him. She tests her limits further and pushes her hands up under that old familiar coat. How many times has she seen him like this, hunger in his eyes, waiting for her move, she doesn't want him to wait, to ask, she wants him to take. He lifts her up onto the rail and now she can reach him easily. Pinching his nipples draws the gasp from him that she was searching for. She feels a hand against her skin holding her steady on the rail. Keeping her safe, he's always kept her safe. Her bra gives way to his deft fingers and teasing her hair with his teeth he finds her naked breast and kneads it in his hands. This is what she wanted. What she needs. She rakes her fingernails down his back and he groans and pulls his cock from his pants and, resting up against her spread legs, stops checking for people and rubs himself, groaning in need, but it's not enough. Her running pants give her easy access to herself and she slides one hand into her panties, one arm wrapped around his neck satisfying her need to as close as possible, and allowing her to play with his ear and hair as his hat falls to the ground. He's whispering her name, all restraint gone, lost among the ice kissed fairy land. Her fingers are drawing suppressed urges up through her whole body, making her crazy to come. He wraps his free hand around her neck from behind as she grinds against him, moaning as he urges himself on, nearly begging for release. She's watching his eyes now. Knowing he'll hold her, she lets go of his shoulders, sides her hand all the way down his chest, chooses her moment, and let's it slide all the way down his cock, cupping his sack in her hand. Then as the flame in his eyes ignites she falls into him in pure extacy watching him quiver another moment, cry her name, and then release. Quickly returning his cock to his pants and releasing her, he smiles that smile, making her laugh and takes her hand helping her down onto solid ground that she resents for not being a feather bed. Looking at him now, she knows why it won't be. A few words are all that pass between them. She takes his hand as they walk back the way they came. Suddenly she wants to satisfy at least one desire. She grabs him, turning him tword her and kisses him deep. But on this path she knows she's crossing a line that makes him as uncomfortable as it does desperate. Out of time, they walk back each lost in their own fantasies.