Abi spread out the blanket after handing the matches to her husband. Then she sat, her knees up and her arms draped around her knees. She was aware that she was exposed to her husband's view, at least partially. She wondered to herself why she had bothered to put on the pantyhose. She really didn't find pantyhose terribly comfortable, but maybe it was an extra layer of armor to protect her womanhood that her subconscious self had employed. She watched as Xavier quickly lit the fire, and then as he approached she felt a kind of dread. "Now... now... time to endure." she thought to herself. She comforted herself only with the thought that perhaps it wouldn't take long. That he wanted her she could see in his eyes and that did not surprise her in the least. That he wanted her there, in the woods, on a blanket - that was surprising.<br/><br/>Soon he had cuddled up against her and was stroking her legs. Leaning back and holding herself up by her arms behind her she opened her legs slightly to allow him access that he immediately took. Up her calves, over her knees, across her thighs his hands moved slowly. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. He was actually taking a little time to caress her. That was new, but she didn't expect it to last.  But she was not aroused... not yet anyway. His hands gently rubbing her legs and thighs felt nice; his fingers rubbing against her covered sex didn't really feel like anything.<br/><br/>She lay back looking up past the old trees to the sky and the stars. She opened her legs farther and by the feel of the cool breeze she could sense that the skirt of her dress was now up around her waist and he was moving his hands all around her lower body, exploring and caressing her - still on top of her under layers. "Should she help him, remove her pantyhose and get this over with?" She pondered. But, her husband had never been one to be shy about getting past layers of her clothing that may have barred his way. So, "no... when he is ready he will take what he wants." She told herself.<br/><br/>As she lay there she felt his hands run over her breasts and then back down between her legs and back over her thighs. The feel of his hands was nice, they felt gentle, even sensual. "How peculiar" she thought, "how uncharacteristic." She opened her eyes, and she could see him gazing at her lower body, his eyes possessing a sense of wonder not much different than what you might see in the eyes of a child who was being forced to unwrap his Christmas presents slowly.  And as he caressed her body slowly began to respond. She felt a tingle begin to arise in her loins which quickly spread to her nipples; and she felt a dampness between her legs.<br/><br/>She sat up again and took him in her arms and kissed him passionately. He returned her kiss but his hands continued their exploration of her legs and sex. With her hands she began to caress his chest as she kissed him.