Bertram smiled and gave Gertrude a hug, which turned into a kiss. It was a long, lingering kiss where tongues probed and palms wandered. They broke off after a while if only to draw breath. He turned around and leaned on the railing to take in the view up and down the canal. There was a slight scuffle behind him but he thought nothing of it, as he was certain that no one had followed them down the stone steps.
“Come over here honey bunny. I want you right here and right now.”
Bertram turned around and saw that Gertrude was now standing on the bench seat, facing him. He took the few paces to reach her and as he did, Gertrude started to lift her dress.
“I used to do this all the time when we were seeing each other. Remember?”
“Oh yes, rather!” gasped Bertram, mesmerised by her lascivious naughtiness. “How could I ever forget? I remember the very first time you did it, saying “Bertie dear, I want you to kiss me where it’s wet.”
“Oh, yes, I remember… You took me to Scotland.”