Dear Reader this is a romantic interlude, not a story. It is a brief glimpse into a sensual moment in a relationship between two people that are in love. Please use this to stir your imagination, no matter the side of the situation with which you may identify.
Somewhere in Greece...
The whitewashed buildings and blue roofs of the village spread out below us in the gathering dusk. We are dancing across the light brown stones of a second floor veranda. Our bare feet move slowly across stones which are still warm from the sun's rays as we sway in time with soft music floating from a small old radio in the adjoining bedroom. Our bodies brush against each other teasingly. My right arm is slid down around your waist and you can feel my warm hand on the small of your back. My other hand is just under your arm, holding you loosely, at least for the moment. It is warm outside and my hands concentrate the heat. A light breeze flirts with your blonde hair as it brings you a gift of sounds from the nearby café on the street, where friends and lovers talk and laugh in the warm glow of electric lights. The laughter and tinkling of utensils on plates calls us to come down and join the revelry, but for now we are happily cocooned in the growing darkness. We are focused on each other and even though we are in such a magical place it is but a mere back drop to the love that enfolds us.
We are both wearing soft white clothes in the local style. Baggy pants that tie in the front and gauzy shirts thin enough to let the soft breeze find its way inside to caress and cool our hot bodies. My unbuttoned shirt and hangs from my broad tanned shoulders. Yours is held closed by one lone button between your breasts, a pearl button that is straining to defend your modesty. Your skin is golden from two weeks of caresses and kisses from the Mediterranean sun while we explored the surrounding country side and nearby beaches. I can feel your muscles working beneath your skin, your firm legs rub against mine while we dance.
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