In the wilds of the Arboretum Woods, Emma and I came upon what looked to be a brand-new bench.

“Want to rest here a moment?” I suggested.

“I don’t know,” Emma replied. “Would it be proper?”

“What do you mean?”

Emma rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s ever been sat on before. It’s a virgin.”

“Then you should be the first to sit on it.” I spread my hands in offering.

“You are such a gentleman,” Emma said.

“But maybe bare-bottomed would be best,” I said. “In as much...”

“In as much...” Emma repeated, and she eased her panties down her legs and off. “Here, hold these,” she said, handing me the white cotton underwear. I couldn’t help discerning a trace of Emma’s beguiling sex scent and a tiny circlet of moisture at the center.

Emma sat.

Primly, to be sure.

Wordlessly I admired her beauty.

As if reading my mind, she eased the bodice of her dress aside, baring one breast.

My mouth opened in an O.

“Should I go all the way?” she whispered, naughty glee to her grinning voice.

I nodded.

Slowly Emma spread her legs. Her cunt lips glistened. Her clit was decidedly erect.

“So lovely,” I mouthed. “So very very—”

“Okay,” Emma said. “Enough foreplay. Now fuck me on this bench.”