I am walking her up to the Blanket as I continue to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her chin, her neck and the top of her chest. She is panting and its making me throb having her like this right now, like she is truly the queen she is. I duck under the tree line with her and place her on the picnic blanket. I know this area is very much secluded because of pack lines, but further more there are signs up along the Woodline indicating no trespassing. People can walk along the beach but they cannot come up here.
Once I lay her on the blanket I bring a towel up to her and begin to dry her off, padding the sopping wet from her shirt and swim bottoms that she has on. I tell her, "Your shirt will dry faster if you let me hang it up." She smirks and pulls the shirt over her head leaving me staring at
