(my first post here..all work is original)
She walks onto the deck of the cabin. The breeze ruffles the hem of her dress. She turns back over her shoulder and tells him she is going for a walk. He watches out the window as she pulls a quilt off the clothes line, folding it as she heads towards the river.
A few minutes later she is laying on the sloped meadow above the narrow river bed, more a creek this time of year, the blanket spread out under her. The rock face of the hill across from the clearing glows red in the afternoon light. She is barely visible in the high grass and wild flowers.
He steps quietly down the slope until he reaches the blanket. Standing over her he watches her for a moment then lays next to her, a hand sliding down her side and then up under the skirt of her dress, lightly brushing the inside of her thigh. He laughs softly when he realizes she is wearing no underwear. She squirms and laughs quietly, opening her eyes. She reaches down and unzips his pants, slipping her hand inside, taking his nearly stiff member in her hand. His fingers play and trace around her wet lips.