Intimate orchard straddle bare under white shirt

In the sun-dappled orchard, she paused amid the ripe apples and grapes, her white shirt slipping off one shoulder as desire stirred. Unable to wait after a day of teasing glances, she hiked up her shirt, bottomless and bare, and straddled him on the weathered stool, her soft curves settling against his dark skin. Her breath hitched in a quiet gasp as she lowered herself, feeling him fill her intimately, her hands gripping the wood while fruits tumbled nearby. She rocked gently, charged tension building in low, sensual whispers, her body clenching around him in the warm afternoon light.