First Steps . . .

My first steps away from the vanilla, good girl took place in daylight, a secluded car park in the countryside.  Playing with the fear or thrill of being caught. It must have been more the thrill as we both jumped when a very large cow came out of the trees towards the car but carried on.

Hearing cars pass along the road, just the other side of a few trees and knowing that any second one might pull in and discover our secret makes your heart pound a little faster. It adds to the urgency. The racing pulse of desire.

Driving back along familiar roads to do the school run with the dampness to remind me of the stolen moments we had enjoyed.  Trying not to smile too broadly, wouldn't want the school gate brigade asking questions.

I miss those naughty trips, we don't seem to do them any more. Maybe when the weather improves I need to get the picnic rug out.