What about in the raspberry field? Will there be others around? Could you wear a dress without panties? Easy access to do what comes naturally in nature. You wouldn't have to undress, so all the risk of getting caught with pants down preferably off would be mine.

Maybe not, but surely more likely than a coffeeshop. Recall how I told you how horny I was yesterday morning? Our exchange about penetrating deep into your soft place still on my mind, and having to get up without relieving the pressure. There was a woman at the counter in tight jeans, nice figure, who made me wonder how tall you are. She was about my height, 5'9". Fantasy came quite naturally from our exchange. Is there a coffeeshop in L----- so laid back that folk wouldn't notice or object if I entered you from behind, standing at the counter while you ordered your latte? Filled your soft place with cream before you stirred in your skim milk? Did you say "spunky again"? I'm not sure that I'll stop being spunky with you.

Even in relaxed moments, I imagine laying on our sides, my length in you, large but not hard, still rather than thrusting, face to face a few inches apart to look into each other's eyes and talk, you telling me just how to hold and squeeze, kiss, toy and suck each of your tits and nipples.

That would be nice, too, in a spoon, my length in your soft place, at rest after our orgasms, me whispering over your shoulder just how it feels in your soft place, how it felt in your hands, in your cunt, in your mouth... If I go limp on you while you want spunk, will you settle for my lips and tongue? If the thought of looking up from your red wisp into your eyes is making me hard right now, imagine what it will be like when I actually do it. And if so much spunk has made the warmths between your legs sore, will you look into my eyes while holding my hard length in your mouth? And now that I've made myself perfectly dizzy, I think I must unspunk myself...