The snap of a twig jerks Tim’s gaze from the forest floor acute towards the shadows of foliage. He hears her voice before he sees Olivia.

“You’ve plagued my dreams, you know?”

With a coy, dimpled grin, “Oh, yeah? Tell me more…”

“There’s not much to tell. I’m looking for you, and I steal glances of you and your wife through a window. You look happy in your large white house. Then, I’m nowhere, searching for you, frantic and alone again. The scene changes, but…” Olivia emerges in a loose black dress that makes her shapely legs light up in the darkness, “the feeling is always the same.”

“I’m here now.”  He states, and few large strides put him at her side. He takes her hand, and she shivers.  “Are you cold?” His concern endearing, he stands behind her, and rubs his hands up and down Olivia’s goose-bumped arms.

“No. It’s you.” She laughs, breaking free with a shoulder-shake and sliding to sit at the base of a tree. Aloof motions convey her avoidance of emotion, still not sure of whether or not she really could go through with this. Olivia’s armor up, she’s alone in an unfair world, too scared to feel for someone else, knowing the danger of being vulnerable.

“Scoot forward.”  Tim orders, climbing behind and settling with his arms around Olivia between his legs. He pulls her long dark locks into one hand to place them down one shoulder. Sensing her tension, the fear of what was happening here, Tim whispers in her ear.

“Relax, lean back, pretend we’re kids and tell me about your life.”

“Honestly, I just feel so empty. Like a tornado that emptiness thrashes my soul with anger. I have what I guess I need, but I’m just so lonely…My husband is a good man. He raised Roy like his own. But after so long…I never talk to him…honestly, I don’t even talk when I go anywhere anymore. I admit it!” She throws her arms out, “I’m part of the American walking dead!” Exasperated, she slouches back on Tim’s chest for a pause. “I just want to feel something again…I can’t stand being alone with someone anymore.”

Tim wraps her like a coat and slides his lips over her neck.

“You’re not alone anymore. I’m right here.”

She twists her torso to stare up at Tim. “I’ve missed you. I’ve always missed you, don’t ya know?” Holding his face, gentle fingers trace his features like braille as Olivia continues, “You’re the only person I’ve ever let know me. Tim, truly, you’re the only man I’ve ever loved. You knew menot just what I allow people to see.”

Tim’s mouth moves down upon Olivia’s like a magnet to a refrigerator. Lip-locked, he lays her down onto the grassy bed. Tim licks her soft skin as he bares it and whispers “God, you’re still intoxicating. Since childhood exploring you has always been such a…” Tim sucks on her neck, continuing, “yummy treat.”

Slight moans escape her as his mouth and hands cover her chest, unburdening her shoulders. He keeps speaking to her skin, “I’ve played this moment in my head a thousand times over the years.” Tim leans into her, one hand pushing down on her breast, squeezing gentle and pushing. His passion a hungry lion, he presses his body upon hers, while lightly gritting with his teeth on her tit’s tip, then massaging it with his lips. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have your perfect nipples in my mouth again.”

“Oh!” Olivia moans, for his words pierce her heart with multiple shots by Cupid’s arrows, forcing her to allow her wall to fall. She lets him in, open to him like never before.

As Tim nibbles her other nipple, she arches and winces at the pleasure need has starved her of, and she yanks Tim’s head up. Two moons are reflected in his eyes as she slowly licks his upper and bottom lip and dives into his kiss with a love like madness, finally defenseless. She places her hands over his, slides them over her breasts.

“I need to feel you…”

She takes one hand down into her panties where she presses his two fore-fingers into her already creamy, swollen center.

“Mmm…here. I need you to center my soul. Assuage me whole with love thrusts!” Jovial giggles echo in the trees as they fondle each other in the grass and leaves.

Pushing his fingers into her in repeated rhythm, Tim kisses her warm mouth. “Oh! Olivia!” He moans her name with hot breath.

“Please, I need you.” She yanks his head up and kisses him again, until Tim sits up, pulling off her panties. He pulls out his wallet and a condom, undresses it and puts it on. Then, Tim kneels between Liv’s legs. She lifts her hips and yanks off her dress, unleashing her naked body.

“Oh, God, Liv…” His voice shakes, “I need you too.”

Placing one hand behind her head, he slides his tip into her invitation.

“Oh…” He pushes. “Oh…” He pushes. “Yes, Tim! You fill me so tight…”

“Oh Liv…” He thrusts, “Uhhh, uhhh, ahhh, ohhho…”

And it was over.

Tim collapses onto his back beside Olivia and belly-laughs. “I guess it’s been a while.” He takes off the condom, lays it on the grass, and turns on his elbow to face Olivia.

“Going on two years for me.” Her laugh sardonic. “Jesus, Liv! What the hell is wrong with your husband? I can’t help but want to cum all over you!”

“Well, to be honest, I want you to know that I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had for all the minutes it lasted.” Tim attacks Olivia with hard kisses and pokes, and she rolls like a pet entertained.

As they settle into a hug, he brushes the loose bangs from her forehead and buries his lips in her hair.  “I’m sorry things aren’t good for you.” Then, he pulls away, gets up, and dresses, while explaining his haste. She slips her dress and shoes back on enamored drunk watching his body move.

“I got you, well us, something that might help us escape the mundane of our days. We may not be able to see each other much, but now you can communicate with me safely.” He grasps the yellow bag, extending a phone to her.

Momentarily, stunned silent, Olivia watches Tim.  “Just what I’ve always wanted you to give me…a phone!” She grabs it, snorting as if she were a teen again.

Smacking her face with his lips, “I hate to say this toots, but I gotta go.” He helps her to her feet, holding both hands. “Text me between ten and two, Monday through Friday.”

She looks at the phone to remember the rules. “You know I…Luu…”  She stops, “I will.”

And she runs back through the trees from whence she had appeared. Tim walks over and picks up her discarded panties, wanting to take them. Knowing he couldn’t, he unearths a hole, placing the underwear and used condom inside and covering them with dirt.