Sunlight was beginning to become a commodity as Xanthia and I started a peaceful stroll back to base camp. We had flirted numerous times throughout the day, but as the moon began to heat up for its own night-time spectacular, so too did the passion between Xanthia and me.
Smells of pheromones were hanging ripe in the air and begging to be picked one by one off the sweet tree of her being. I stopped without warning in the street and placed my hand on Xanthia’s face. She pulled me closer so that our still covered genitals were pressed against each other in a display of conservative intimacy. She was wearing those brown leather boots that rose just above her knee and drove me crazy. Her bright blue dress had two holes in it - at the start of her cleavage and the wonderful dimple of her navel
