Lets have a picnic

You notice the big tits first, barely contained beneath that thin cotton sundress, straining against the fabric with every slow breath taken in the warm afternoon light.

You spread the blanket across the grass and feel the heat radiating off the ground, the kind of heat that makes clothing feel unnecessary and skin feel electric.

You trace your eyes along every curve offered to you, from the soft shoulders down to the hips pressing lazily into the earth, and you understand exactly why this picnic has nothing to do with food.