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divine. Something about drinking ice water from a big crystal glass made the experience the more satisfying.
    Stan played music streamed from his phone to wireless speakers situated for optimum sound. There was something magical about sending the music into the bowl of the canyon. He offered Dionne his hand. They stood and embraced, swaying to the music in a movement that mimicked a dance. She simmered in the passion that brewed between them as all of the front of their bodies touched. The more they touched the more they pressed. She was practically smearing her breasts into his powerful chest. She was soft and feminine as he was masculine and hard.
    The air was ultra-soft and comfortable and the slight breeze blew back her powder-soft perfume. It smelled of flowers.
    “Nice,” he remarked gently in her ear.
    They were almost mournful in their effect on each other, like they were in love. Like they were suffering. Stan drew back and had the most pained look on his face. Dionne could feel herself looking the same as they came together for another kiss. This time there was no other task to endure before they could get to each other. This time their kissing would lead to something.
    “You guys are good to go. Thanks,” he said into his phone.
    Dionne figured, he was dismissing the staff. He regarded her again. He had the wickedest glint in his eye that almost gave her the willies. His kissing was predacious now. He danced her back until she stepped on grass, almost to the edge of the canyon. Now she was frightened. She was in his hands and she had to trust him.
    He deftly peeled her zipper down her back as her dress split off her body like she was shedding a shell. The cool night air bathed her skin. Her modesty was protected by delicate apparel. The lace of her push up bra and thong was so shear there was hardly any reason to have them on, except for that they gave Dionne such pleasure to wear. She loved her body and she liked looking at herself in them as much as she hoped he might. She took very good care of herself and it made her enjoy herself all the more.
    “Pretty, pretty,” he said. Something about the way he said it, warmed her thoroughly. Her breathing rose. She was so eager.
    With a strategic sweep she was off of her feet. But he had her, and she was set on her bottom. The grass was soft and cool beneath her skin. His shirt was open. His magnificent chest was bare against her. He plucked the snap behind her back and unhitched her bra. Her breasts plodded out of their underwire cage and where free. They pressed against the hardness of his pecs. It felt so good to be skin to skin.
    Instinctively, Dionne hitched her knee up. Stan was situated between her legs. She could feel the head of his hard cock nudge her, though they didn’t join just yet. She worked her hips around to see if she could catch him and make it so irresistible that he had to be inside her.
    The sky was so expansive, so vast, it seemed like they were floating up into it. She knew that she was in a good distance from the edge, but it felt like she was right on it, like they were being suspended up into the sky. Like if he wasn’t careful, they would go over. The sensation forced Dionne to be ultra-conscious and so present. Whereas any other time she might let herself be carried away on the elixir of arousal.
    Stan was so endowed and the ground so firm that their bodies fit together deliciously tight. Dionne was so worked up that in a matter of thrusts, she knew she was going to come. Her senses heightened, her very center tightened and electrified to an almost ticklish degree. She jutted her pelvis upward to counter his pumps and did herself in. She cascaded into a blissful abyss of ecstasy, involuntarily spasming around him as he drove deeply into her. She pressed her shoulders back into the earth as she arched upward to enjoy the waves of pure orgasmic sugar. It pulsed through her, bathed every cell of her with such joy. It was so good. It was