I must admit it was a beautiful sight to the eyes and music to the ears. Wesley spread out the blanket and Gene popped a couple beers and we sat there... talking. It’s amazing what you talk about when there is absolutely nothing to talk about. We must have went on about twenty or more subjects. Well, I should say that they went on about twenty or more subjects. I just lay there under that deep blue velvet sky and watched it like it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It grew hot and I. ”“Thanks. But… you know….”“You mean, in THAT way?”“Yeah.”“It was just a story, Nate.” ‘Yeah, just a story,’ she thought, her breathing still not fully regulated. ‘Jim’s so loving and attentive. How could one silly story from a thoroughly maddening man I haven’t seen in 20 years give me the most amazingly intense orgasm in… well… in 20 years?’ “Ok,” he typed. “It didn’t make you wet even a little bit?”“It was just a story. Why is it so damned important to make me wet all the time?” she. She withdrew her mouth and with half-closed eyes whispered, ‘You may be my king and rule all I know… except in this bed, m’lord. Here, I shall be ruler. Fair enough, Aubert of Greenleaf?’ He nodded. ‘Fair enough, Byth of Greenleaf, former Innkeeper’s daughter, now ruler of the Greenleaf bed.’ She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close again. ‘My first act as ruler shall be… to make my one and only subject,’ she pecked him on his cheek. ‘You, service my nips again. For. He then started grinning; holding back laughter. His cautious acceptance of things helped ease my inhibitions about enjoying the thrill I'd been holding in check since he first saw me. I slowly stood up and faced him, shuffling from foot to foot as if sheepishly trying to hide my nakedness from him. He was now openly staring at me. The bound position I was in made me look like I was deliberately thrusting my breasts at him. He looked like he wanted to touch them but he wasn't bold enough to ask.