This one's for Lisa:
We're out hiking, out in the forest, all on our own. It's really quiet, I can see that you're starting to sweat. You're wearing that summer dress I got you. Remember, when you told me that it was too tight around your breasts, and then I told you that that's just why I bought it. The white one with the big polka dots. I love seeing your figure in that dress, the way the polka dots wrap around your bulging breasts, the fabric around them so tight you don't even need to wear a bra. I love the way the soft fabric hugs against your waist, the way it flows around your thighs, just high enough for me to get a peek at the bottom of your butt when you step up a hill just in the right way. I wonder if you notice me looking. You wonder if I noticed you didn't put on any underwear today. I have.
You stop in the shade and lean up against a tree. You're our of breath, sweating, but you're smiling. I'm smiling too. You look so sexy with the little beads of sweat running down your cheeks. I like how you don't bother to wipe them off.