The mid-summer dinner had been perfect - the electricity between us was working a treat - so an after dinner stroll by the moonlit river bank was mutually agreed to be just the thing. The romantic setting lent itself to recharging the electricity between us to a point where and by unspoken mutual consent we began feverishly undressing each other. As clothing went flying in all directions and hands began finding sought after targets, our moment of anticipated sexual fulfillment was suddenly interrupted by an equal frenzy. That being a swarm of ferocious mosquitoes; whose attack on our undefended nude bodies - utterly negated our anticipated moment of sexual fulfillment. The only saving grace lending some compensation to the whole situation was - later - when, via mutual application with copious amounts of calamine lotion to each other the night became a pink powdery moment - the vision of which - left us falling about laughing.