|Warning! This article contains material of a somewhat racier nature than normal!|
As usual, with these little vignettes, we’ve chosen some music for you, and while you might have thought that Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” would be an appropriate choice, given that the structure we’re reviewing today is called the Vivaldi Pavilion (and no, we’ve no idea why they chose this name), we have to say that Vivaldi is way too highbrow for our Amber – the only spring she’s familiar with is the bedspring!
So, here is a selection of music for you to listen to (click the Audio MP3 icons, below) that is more in keeping with her character, while you read the rest of our little story (and please feel free to vote for your favourite track too):
Amber was lying in the bath, having a relaxing soak as her current boyfriend, Travis, was out with the boys tonight, bowling and drinking, and the combination of the warmth and steam, the music she had playing, and the drink she was sipping, took her back to a summer’s day as a teenager – a very special and unforgettable day, in fact…
She was only 16 at the time, and still at school, of course. Her parents were away for a few days, and although they were wary about leaving her by herself (with good cause, as it turned out), they had little choice, owing to a family emergency.
Amber’s boyfriend back then (she’d been dating regularly since she was 13) was called Wade, and in spite of having been explicitly warned by her parents not to bring boys back home, she never had been one for following rules – especially where her own pleasure was concerned.
So, after school one day, she returned home, with Wade in tow, determined to make the most of this singular opportunity.
Leaving Wade to rifle through her parent’s drinks cabinet, she quickly dashed upstairs to change into “something more comfortable“, as the saying goes.
It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon, and rather than stay indoors, surrounded by reminders of her somewhat puritanical parents, she decided they’d go down to the bottom of the garden, where a small pavilion had recently been installed (although it looks more like a gazebo).
It wasn’t a large pavilion – around eight feet in diameter – but that suited Amber perfectly, as all she wanted was somewhere small and intimate, so that she and Wade could have a bit of fun together, and the three solid panels provided ideal protection from the nosey neighbours in the house at the back.
They put some music on – not too loud, as they didn’t want any complaints – and started sampling the first of several bottles, some bourbon, that Wade had found.
It was strong, but that didn’t slow them down, as they moved on to regular whisky, and then some vodka.
Needless to say, they weren’t used to such spirits, and they soon became more than a little tipsy.
Wade was, for a baseball player, a little on the shy side (at first), but when Amber slid along the bench to get up close and personal, any inhibitions he may have had melted away instantly.
The two of them soon were interwined, lips pressed together tightly, and Wade’s relative inexperience, compared to Amber (who was no wallflower, even at that age), didn’t hold him back.
It wasn’t long before hands started roving, and Amber’s “comfortable” clothing somehow fell to the floor – thanks to some careful planning and some less than fully tied straps on the already-brief one-piece outfit she was almost wearing.
Wade took his cue, and after some initial trouble in reaching first base, promptly proceeded to demonstrate to Amber another meaning of the phrase “home run”.
She came to, her bath water having got rather chilly, sending shivers down her body (which was yet another reminder of that day, years ago, when Wade had been her first real lover).
She was in the mood now, and hoping that Travis would be home soon…
What will you get up to in your Vivaldi Pavilion?
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