Desert Flowers

She woke him up with a kiss. He was hard from a night beside her and wanted to feel her warm, wet pussy envelope his erection. She had other plans. "Not now...wake up and put your clothes on," she whispered. "What time is it? It's still dark outside," he said. She chuckled and slipped from beneath the warmth of their bed.

She drove. He slowly woke up as they headed east. Just as the sun peaked over the mountains, she said, "We're there." She grabbed a blanket and a basket. He wondered when she'd had time to plan all of this.

The desert wind was still cold from the night. Dew covered their shoes as they maneuvered through cacti and other flora. They climbed a small bluff and as they reached the top, all they could see was a field full of California Poppies. Yellow, red, orange, and green filled the ground as far as the eye could see. She giggled and he enjoyed her excitement.

She laid the blanket down among the flowers and pulled him down with her. "Now," she said as she kissed his face, "give me what you wanted to give me earlier."

He liked my story.