Kelly and I had just spent a wonderful week together on one of my out of town trips. It was early December so between Thanksgiving and Christmas. The desert can get cold. It had the week before but the day of this event it was sunny and low sixties Fahrenheit.
I always tried to get my Christmas decorations up and ready to display by Thanksgiving. It was really about the only way I participated in local or neighborhood activities. Most years there was a decorating contest in my little town. I often took first or second place. That year we had had some political turmoil, so the town decided no Christmas decorating contest.
I was way behind that year anyway. The landscapers I had hired to freshen up my tired landscape took longer than anticipated. I was finishing up my display in the second week of December.
Late on that Friday, Kelly texted to me about a weekend event nearby. A local town had a charity Christmas tree festival every year. She asked if I would like to go the next day. As I was nearly finished with my display, I thought I could spend a few hours with Kelly looking at decorated Christmas trees.
They also had booths with local crafters and craftsmen selling their goods. Kelly bought a few trinkets and I talked to a man who etched sandstone for addresses and wall or garden art. We looked around for a little while longer, then we decided to leave.
Because we were where one or both of us might be recognized, we couldn’t hold hands as we walked. When there was no concern of being seen, we often would hold hands. Kelly had introduced me to someone as a friend, so we played that part until after we had driven off together.
As usual, I asked her where we should go. As usual, she said: “I don’t know.” I sighed and drove. I quickly decided to check out a small reservoir nearby. The area was too open for what I had in mind. We drove to a nice secluded area with a year-round stream.
Once parked, we unfastened our seatbelts and fell into each other’s arms. We felt and acted like sex-starved teenagers. We fondled and groped with our lips barely parting for breath. Soon Kelly said:” Let’s take a walk”. I just smiled, rebuttoned my shirt and got out of the car.
We walked down through the bushes to the stream. We started kissing and fondling again. I lifted her top to gain access to her perfect breasts. My wife doesn’t like me touching hers, but Kelly loved my attention.
I dropped to my knees to suck and suckle on her now hard pencil eraser nipples. She sighed and looked down at me while I gave both equal attention. She loved it.