As the late autumn sun dips regretfully behind clouds close to the distant rolling horizon, the room is gently filled with an orange glow, the air a strangely real citric suffusion, a welcome haven from the cooling outdoors, a lovenest.

Standing quietly in the middle of the room, your thin dress silhouetting your skin against the blaze, your tender smile glowing lovingly in my direction, you indicate your approval with a subtle shift of your hips.

Approaching without a sound, my hands coat your thinly covered shoulders with pressure, support, love. And as your body becomes accustomed to the invasion of its space, my fingers move slowly to the straps of your dress, and it falls soundlessly to the floor, leaving only the silhouette behind.

Still standing silently, your bare arms reach behind me, and hold me close through my shirt. Your body feels hot despite its meagre covering, and I stroke your spine with just enough pressure, gently rub your earlobes with my calloused thumbs, touch my lips to your hot cheeks, kiss you wetly but gently on the lips.

My hands behind your back expertly unclasp your thin black bra, the familiar straps falling to your sides you as I slip them from your golden shoulders. The pressure of your breasts against my chest holds the bra in place briefly, until I pull back momentarily, and the bra too falls to the floor unnoticed, your breasts again against me, free from their constraints.

Knowing that this time is yours, rather than ours, you make no move, but stand there in mute willingness, only glancing briefly through the French doors to ensure we have no audience.

I can feel your nipples hardening comfortably against me, even through my shirt as I continue to stroke your back with my hands, and my lips caress every part of your face. As my fingers find their way toward the base of your very tactile spine, a shiver runs through you. An anticipatory shiver. A shiver of remembrance.

Unable to reach further down your back without discomfort, I reluctantly let my lips slip from yours, and slowly my mouth moves downward, opening and closing on your skin, with the gentleness of a butterfly, past your chin and down your sensitive neck, and further.

I pass your breasts and the now desperately erect nipples with barely a kiss. I know they will need some attention later, and that you usually like to do that yourself.

As my mouth moves further down your relaxed but motionless body, my knees bend until I'm kneeling before you, my mouth gently prodding your navel with quick kisses, my hands caressing the gentle slope of your buttocks through your thin satin underwear, black like the bra, slippery and shiny to my loving touch.

Hands have a way of wandering, and mine gradually find the thin side straps of your panties, and as I slide my thumbs through them, your knees part slightly, and I slowly lower the thin blackness from your rear, and uncover the brown thatch of curls between your pale legs. The panties join the collection of clothing on the floor, and still you stand motionless before me.

Returning my hands to your lower spine and buttocks, I stroke you more firmly with my fingertips, another shiver flowing through your body beneath my hands.

I slowly lower my lips further, gently touching at the brown curls and then kissing the insides of your legs, edging ever closer to the hidden treasure beneath the thatch.

As my lips begin to feel the tenderness surrounding your vagina, you move unexpectedly, spreading your feet apart on the floor, still silent and otherwise unmoving.

I know the movement is an invitation, and I quickly sit on the floor, my legs straight out between yours, my hands again on your buttocks, my lips now positioned ideally to provide more direct stimulation.

Licking my way slowly up the gently swollen familiar intimate lips, I am again reminded of the seeming contradiction of the slippery hairless region within the aggressive thatch. Dipping my tongue a little more deeply, I partake gratefully in the taste and smell of your most intimate parts, my tongue flicking seemingly everywhere at once pulling at the lips gently, tugging them unnecessarily apart to caress, excite.

My fingertips, scraping first down your butt, just firmly enough for you to notice, slowly make their way down the crease between your buttocks, slipping carelessly along, lifting up to your lower back and slowly falling again, shivers again providing feedback.

As the area being caressed by my tongue becomes wetter and more receptive, I slowly move up, flicking and caressing all the while, until the tip of my tongue reaches the almost electrified tip of your clitoris. I know how important it is to take it gently at this point, and I back away, only to return again and again, your hips thrusting against my tongue now, bucking against an imagined penis, pushing me deeper, further, harder.

Committed now, my tongue provides direct stimulation, your love button hard against my wet flicks, my hands needlessly pulling you toward me. Flicking alternately around and then across your clitoris, I can feel your muscles tightening around me. Slowly the constriction becomes more intense, and I know without looking that your hands are caressing your breasts now, pinching the hard nipples, moving in time with the thrusts of your thighs.

As I feel your muscles climbing the final slope, ready to peak, I know I can push you over the edge, and don't want to keep you waiting any longer. Placing my lips around your throbbing clitoris now, I suck it inward, and continue to caress it gently with the very tip of my tongue.

I can tell it won't be long now, and as I continue the flicking with my tongue, you explode above me, crying loudly as your muscles contract, your clitoris jerks with the reaction of all your vaginal muscles, and another big shiver encompasses your now mobile body, shuddering through the orgasm.

Knowing that you are unable to bear me touching your intimacy so soon after your climax, I remove my tongue and then my mouth from you, but hold close, and start to gently blow on your swollen redness, feeling the reaction through your entire body, quivering with the flutters of air across your button. Slowly your hips become accustomed to the slight inducement, and your thrusts begin again, your body back in control, but only briefly as another orgasm about to take over.

The thrusts continue as my tongue reaches back to you, circling you gently but firmly, answering your thrusts with damp warmth, my love in every caress, and as you again climb that last steep hill, you erupt in climax, stronger than the first, slamming hard against my face as you abandon your stillness completely, and collapse onto floor in front of me, your thighs still jerking gently as your mind reminds them of the pleasure.

I lift you from the floor, noticing that the orange glow has all but disappeared from the room, and we are surrounded by a slowly growing darkness as I gently lower you to the bed, your nipples still bearing witness to the recent excitement, your legs carelessly spread before me, your intimate parts trusting and open to my inspection.

As you lie contentedly on top of the bed in the cooling air, I quickly remove my clothing, pausing only to carefully lift my underwear over my painfully erect member, my penis desperate for the release you can give.

As my clothes drop carelessly to the floor to join yours, you look up from the bed at my erection, and, grinning quickly at me, but still without saying a word, you turn over on the bed, and pull your knees beneath you, presenting your gorgeous butt to me, your knees slightly apart, the wetness of your vagina immediately apparent.

Naked now, I reach toward you, and pull you closer to me gently, and without further delay, I smoothly pass my penis between your thighs, and slide it fully within your slipperiness, feeling the tight, hot wetness around it.

As my manhood reaches its full depth within you, you suddenly rise up to a kneeling position and I am able to reach around to caress you properly. My hands reach again past your thatch and feel the slippery labia where they surround my firmness, and then I reach up slightly to again caress your clitoris, a different sort of caress this time, with my fingers playing a rougher game against you than my tongue had. You need little encouragement though, and soon push my hands away, and concentrate on thrusting your firm butt at me, sinking me ever deeper inside your love tunnel, moving faster as the moment approaches.

This time I can directly feel your muscles tightening around me, and as you climax again, a high painless scream of release, I can stand no more, and I release myself within you, screaming myself, unsure if the feeling is pain or pleasure, but not wanting it to stop.

My penis pumps furiously inside you, a letting-go older than history, a pleasure peak as new as this minute, and we collapse together as the last of the autumn light disappears and the night begins. Eventually, sleep overtakes us. Inevitably, later that night we both wake, and the adventure continues.