We stand at the base of my favorite lighthouse, its stone structure towering above us.
I have climbed these steps countless times, each one more familiar than the last.
The air is warm for July, but inside, the metal steps creak beneath our feet.
You step ahead of me, the sundress I picked for you adoring your body.
Your bare skin, exposed underneath, is visible as the dress rises slightly with each movement.
I climb behind you, the metal mesh beneath me offering an unfiltered view.
With every step you take, I see more of you through the gaps in the steps.
The sundress sways with each of your steps, leaving nothing hidden from me.
Your bare legs, thighs, and silken slit are exposed fully, my gaze tracing every inch.
My excitement builds as I climb higher, each view more intense than the last.
I follow slowly, watching as you manipulate your dress to show me a view.
The sight of your exposed ass is tantalizing as it appears the more you move.
Your body, revealed more by each step, ignites a growing fire inside me.
I climb with determination, watching as the steps lead me closer to you.
The open grid below offers no barrier, and I see every inch of you.
At the top, the view is breathtaking, the lake stretching endlessly below.
But all I can focus on is you, the climb, and the sight of your body.
The dress, now more bunched around your hips, exposes more than I imagined.
Your skin, bare and inviting, lingers in my thoughts as I stand beside you.
This moment, and everything I saw on our climb, will stay with me always.