One beautiful early afternoon Auguste and Naomi went for a walk along Old Marlow Road. No houses, just forests on either side. Twenty minutes and not a car had passed. “It’s like our own private road,” Naomi remarked.

“It is,” Auguste agreed.

“The sun feels good,” Naomi said. “So nice after all that rain. I’m thinking maybe I’ll take my shoes off. The pavement might feel good on my feet.”

“It would,” Auguste said.

“Would you carry my shoes?”

“I would,” Auguste said, and Naomi handed him her shoes.

“Oh, it does feel nice,” Naomi said. “Not too hot, not too cold, just right.”

Ten more minutes of walking and they saw on the sunny side of the road an old wooden fence.

“That’s the ricketiest fence I’ve ever seen,” Naomi said. “How do you think it got like that?”

“Rhinoceroses,” Auguste said.

“Oh you! There are no rhinoceroses around here.”

“That’s because they all escaped,” Auguste said.

“What do you think really happened?” Naomi asked. “And don’t say hippopotamuses.”

Auguste laughed. “How about hippopotami?”

“You’re impossible,” Naomi said.

“Okay, what do you think happened to that poor old fence?”

“Lovers,” Naomi said. “Lovers leaning against the fence, kissing. Kissing and touching.”

“And fucking?” Auguste said.

Naomi gave Auguste a somewhat nose-wrinkled look and stepped into the roadside grass. She approached the fence. “Tickles,” she said. “The grass on my feet tickles.” Almost to the fence, she turned to Auguste. “Should I touch it?”

“You should touch yourself,” Auguste said.

“You’re impossible.”

“Please,” Auguste said. “I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Naomi looked up and down the road. Empty in both directions. She lifted her dress. Her hand went between her legs. Her lips parted. Her fingers moved. A series of small moans escaped her lips. Then a gasp. Her body jerked and went rigid.

“That was so nice,” Auguste said. “Do you want another one?”

Naomi nodded.

“Do it.”

Naomi fingered herself to another orgasm.

“So nice,” Auguste said.

“I can hardly stand,” Naomi said. “If I take a step I’ll fall. But if I lean against this fence I’m afraid it would collapse.”

“It probably would,” Auguste told her.

“So what should I do?”

“You should touch your cunt-wet finger to your nipple,” he said.

“Haw!” Naomi blurted. “How is that going to help?”

“Magic,” Auguste said. “Try it and see.”

“I don’t believe you sometimes,” Naomi said. But she lowered the bodice of her dress and touched her moist fingertip to her nipple. An instant later the cat appeared.

“Oh my goodness,” said Naomi.

“Its fur is the same as your dress,” Auguste said.

The cat purred.

Naomi bent toward the cat. The cat sniffed Naomi’s fingers.

“Do you like my pussy juice?” Naomi said.

The cat licked. Naomi jerked her hand back.

The cat sprang away through the broken fence.

“Naughty naughty pussy,” Naomi said. She walked out of the grass, took her shoes from Auguste, and put them on. They strolled arm in arm.

“That was nice,” Naomi told Auguste when they arrived at home. “Except that naughty cat had a really rough tongue. I’m glad your tongue isn’t like that.” In the bedroom, Auguste lifted Naomi’s dress over her head. He helped Naomi settle back onto the bed. He knelt between her legs and put her legs over his shoulders. She held Auguste’s head while he licked her. “Mmm,” she purred. “Oh God, Auguste, fuck me now. Fuck me through the fence.”