‘We take the half-full bottle and set off into the field. The vines are bursting with vitality at this time of year, the leaves bright green and the fruit beginning to ripen. It only takes a turn or two and we are out of sight.

I pull him down onto the grass, kissing him with an open mouth. His hips settle against mine, my summer dress giving way as I open my legs to accommodate him. We kiss and kiss, as passionate as teenagers. His lips are soft, though he has a hint of stubble on his chin and cheeks. I kiss his neck, his nose, his ear, and clutch him to me.

His hand moves between my legs, easing my panties aside and dipping his fingers into my wetness. I groan as he finds my clit and rubs it with long strokes, up and down. I can feel his cock through his jeans, hard and urgent with desire.

He shuffles down, moving his head between my legs and begins to lick. I glance around to make sure we are unseen, and then lie back, ready to give in to sensation.

But Nathan has a perverse sense of humour. “Hmmm,” he says, licking his lips and looking at me with a grin. “Shall I give you the taste test?” He dips his tongue into me again, and I laugh. “Good body, nice colour and it sits well on the tongue. Perfectly aged, too.” I swat him, and he giggles. “Yes, yes, I think this pussy shows promise, but I’ll need to sample it again.”‘

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