By the time Saturday came, Demetria had resolved not to let her thoughts bother her. She told herself that she had conquered any envy she felt towards her friend. She felt disconnected from the world of whispers and lovers. She told herself, she would find what she needed in due time. She was a woman not an animal. Even Cecile had not mindlessly rushed out to rut. She had started an affair after years of a dull marriage. When she saw her today, she would lend an ear to her friend like she had before. Maybe she would get worked up hearing details of how Cecile planned to make up with her lover, but she would not, she told herself, let it occupy her mind after she left. She would not become obsessed.
The spot that Cecile usually occupied during Saturday markets, however, remained empty. As Demetria made her way around the market, buying provisions for the week, she scoped out other areas her friend may have been. She was not there.
It should have been a relief. If there was no new information, no new longing or desire or story to hear about from Cecile, it should have been easier to ignore. Instead, the resolve that Demetria had steeled herself with took a new form as she calmly gathered her things and left the market. She walked with determined steps until she reached the first notched tree trunk and entered the woods. She did not need the other marks to guide her this time. Though she’d visited only the once, the place was already feeling familiar to her.
She saw Cesar before he saw her. He was standing near the edge of the clearing, seemingly preoccupied. In Demetria’s mind, he was wondering if Cecile had abandoned him, whether her husband had confronted her or whether she had just been using him for a while. Her friend had told her that he was a handsome man, but still his good looks surprised her.
Having seen the shepherd only from afar as he tended his flock, she was struck by the softness of his eyes. His chestnut hair fell almost to his ears, and though he had looked pensive, she found his visage instantly soothing. Though it was clear he had not shaved in days, his mustache looked neat. He wore a tan shirt, buttoned halfway up his chest, and brown cloth pants, but Demetria felt that from Cecile’s descriptions she could practically see through them to the muscular body beneath.
He noticed her when her bags thudded on the ground and she stood up straight facing him. His eyes met hers and they watched each other for a moment. Demetria’s body had guided her there, and now she was unsure what to say.
“You are Cesar, no?”
He smirked. “Indeed I am. I’ll have to be careful or soon I’ll be famous. And you are?”
She watched him glance over her as he spoke, his gaze lingering on her chest before returning to meet her eyes. “Demetria. A friend told me I might find you here.”
“A friend, eh?” He tensed up a little. The woman in front of him was gorgeous, and he had imagined their mouths would soon be occupied with something other than words. He worried though. Did Cecile tell her to come with some message?
“Yes. She told me you two sometimes meet here and enjoy yourselves.” She paused, unsure how to ask for what she wanted. “I thought I might see for myself.”
Cesar was amused. Before Cecile had started visiting him, the women he saw were usually the ones who passed through around harvesttime, who would giggle and whisper in his ear before he laid down with them and reminded them why the detour was worthwhile. Demetria was a different breed. Her tone was not playful, but there was no scorn, no guilt. He was charmed the way she stumbled through her words. He walked over and stood in front of her. She was nearly as tall as he was, and they stood so close now that each could feel the other’s breath. He picked up her hand, as she watched, nervous yet sure of her reason for being there. “Tell me then Demetria, what is it you’d like to see?”
From the way she eyed him, he already knew. Demetria needed no more invitation. She closed what little distance remained between them and kissed him, pressing her lips hard into his and with her free hand sliding her fingers into his hair. She had imagined that this moment of touch would calm the tension she felt, that feeling his mouth against hers would sate the desires that raced through her mind. Instead, they grew more intense as Cesar reciprocated, opening her mouth slightly with his and letting their tongues swirl together.
Cesar was struck by the eagerness of this woman who had seemed so frank. As his tongue moved past her lips, she eased the pressure of her lips against his and closed her eyes. Even still, he could see her hunger on her face, in the slight furrow of her brow and the tremble in her lips. By her tanned skin and the muscular body she began to wrap around him, he could tell that she worked outside often. Her dark brown hair sat on the back of her head in a loose bun. Her eyebrows were thick, and her cheeks looked full and soft.
He felt proud watching Demetria lose herself as she kissed him. He was still unsure if Cecile was the one who had told her about him, but he couldn’t help wondering if she had sent this eager young woman in her stead. He was proud of his prowess, of the things Demetria must have heard about him for her to arrive one moment and have her saliva coating his lips the next, her breasts pressed against his chest.
As much as she wanted him now, he determined to make her want him more. His kiss fell down from her mouth and onto her neck. She lifted her chin and moaned, melting at the damp and warm sensation of his lips against her tender flesh. He moved down further, resting his head on her bosom, its warmth radiating through the thin cotton of her green dress. He kissed her clavicle as he felt his arousal grow, his hardening shaft pushing his dick head against the cloth of his pants.
Demetria was lost in the sensation of his lips on her skin and the weight of his head on her chest. The fingers she had laced through his hair massaged his scalp, and his kisses matched their rhythm. She made no effort to hide her pleasure, her moans lifting up into the humid air. She wanted this man to know what he was doing to her, and to keep doing it. She was eager to make the shapes with him that earlier she had imagined silhouetted against the sunset.
Cesar too wanted to show his arousal. He placed a hand on the small of her back, and let it drift down, taking ahold of her firm round ass. She let out a gasp as she felt his grip. He pressed her into him lightly, letting her feel how stiff he had gotten. Proud of what she was doing to his body, she returned to favor, grabbing his ass and guiding his head back up, even with hers. She leaned in until her lips nearly touched his ear.
“You want me to put you in my mouth, don’t you,” she whispered, remembering what Cecile had told her about him. Cesar felt her warm breath in his ear and almost swooned. If her mouth felt so good there, he could only imagine how it would feel covering his swollen member.