Angie tossed the keys onto the driver’s seat. Leaving the roof down, she began to walk away, then stopped. She took off her shoes, returned to the car, and dropped them on the back seat. The asphalt was warm on the soles of her feet. She took a deep breath through her nose, then closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Mother nature granted this day, and her children shouldn’t waste it. She shaded her eyes from the sun, watched the heat haze rising from the road, and set off.
The trees had opened into a small clearing where tiny insects milled in the dappled light, like dust warmed by the sun through an attic window.
Angie spread her arms wide and spun around on the spot.
“Let’s -” Blake tried to catch his breath “- take a break. Just for a minute.”
Angie grinned at him as he wiped the back of his hand across his face.
While Blake stood with his hands on his knees, Angie took off her shoes. The grass felt cool between her toes. She clapped her hands and Blake looked up, meeting her eyes.
Angie smiled and pinched the waist of her dress between her fingers, lifting the hem as she swung her hips, swaying like the breeze. Soft cotton brushed against her skin, revealing tanned thighs, as the hem of her dress inched higher. She let it drop as it reached her crotch, spreading her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them as she dragged her fingers upward toward her neck.
Blake’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
Angie twisted her fingers into the ends of her hair and lifted it high over her head, letting it drop in unruly ringlets. Swaying still, she lifted the strap from her left shoulder and let it drop loose, then winked at Blake.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. When he reached her, Angie held his wrists firmly and shook her head. She lifted the other strap and let it fall, then tugged at her dress and wriggled out of it. When she stood in front of him in nothing but her bra and knickers, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach, then giggled as she played with the frayed end of the nylon rope that he had dutifully carried up the hill. Blake reached forward and kissed her, and Angie began to unbutton his shirt.
They stripped each other as they drifted back to the edge of the clearing, until Angie’s back pressed against a tree. Crouching, she grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts, freeing his cock. It sprang up in front of her face, and she playfully kissed the tip before she stood back up. Gently, Angie guided Blake to lean against the tree, then left him to collect the nylon rope.
Angie smiled as she tied his wrists together behind the tree.
“Please. Suck me.”
Angie walked across the clearing to their discarded clothing.
She put on her dress, then picked up her shoes and Blake’s shirt and pants. With a wave, she left him shouting after her.
Earlier, as the engine idled quietly, Angie had watched a magpie on a branch that overhung the road. It would look off into the distance, then back at the ground, before sidling up and down the branch, like a nervous patient in a dentist’s waiting room.
“Three months. All I’m saying is, that’s a long time to expect me to wait.”
Angie studied the magpie, memorising its shape and colour. She would paint it later.
Blake tapped his fingers on the dash. “I have needs, you know?”
She turned and shook her head.
“Then why are we even together?” He looked away. “I could find someone else, just like that -” he snapped his fingers. “Someone normal. I could leave you here right now. I could let you walk home, Angie. This is my car, my gas.”
Angie signed a response.
“Don’t be stupid, it’s ten miles.” He watched her hands moving. “OK sorry, I didn’t mean that. But you can’t expect me to wait forever.”
Angie put her hand on his to stop his fingers from tapping. She met his eyes. Let’s just calm down, she signed. Let’s go for a walk. Mother nature granted this day. We shouldn’t waste it.