amor libre

Excerpt:

Lisa blew her breath into my face, fixing me with her brown eyes. “I don’t think it’s too cold to make love here.” A challenging smile on her broad lips. Our mouths found each other. Feverishly I pushed up her skirt and pulled her tights and knickers down her legs. Lisa’s fingers quickly, almost in one jerk, undid the buttons of my trousers and freed my penis from my shorts. She sat down on me. Slowly her pelvis began to circle, her hands wrapped around my neck. I followed her movements. The raised hide we had climbed into creaked; it sounded like a faint sigh...

(From the short story “Lisa in Winter” (“Lisa im Winter”))