The day was starting off perfectly, I thought as I scrubbed the soap into my muscles. The sun was hot, the sky blue, and I was extremely aroused. I leaned my head against the shower wall and closed my eyes. The steam wafted up around me in a haze as I climbed from the shower and softly padded my body with the lush terrycloth towel.
Checking myself in the mirror I took the extra time to fix myself perfectly; eyebrows plucked, shiny nose scrubbed then powdered, hair just right. Feeling a little wicked I even rouged my nipples just a bit.
Today was the annual town 4th of July picnic and Tom had invited me. I had wanted Tom for so very long, all the girls did. Finely chiseled with a boyish smile, and chief of the local volunteer fire department at 37. Many a fireman fantasy had starred that gorgeous man, I'd bet. I know mine had.
I finished primping and went out to dress. A soft butter yellow demi-cup bra and a matching thong covered the important part then a nice summery cotton dress of that soft jersey material. It draped well showing my figure wonderfully. A matching sun hat and I was ready.
I went down stairs to gather the crushed strawberries and sponge cakes I was bringing to the picnic. Shirley my best friend arrived soon after and off we went.
We arrived at the picnic grounds on the edge of the lake shortly after. We had just enough time to ditch the food before the parade started. The flags snapped in the breeze as the band played and started around the park road. Our town is not big and the parades never last longer than about 15 minutes. They are the same every year, first the high school band, then a few old cars with the mayor and business people. The legion usually follows and then finally the fire trucks, my favorite.
I watched the boys pass noticing that all of them where whispering to each other and staring at me. That damn Tom musta been talkin'. I tried to look mad but the sight of him hanging off the side of the truck with no shirt on and a fire jacket loosely draped on his shoulders made me weak.
I turned and ambled back to the shore lost in my thoughts.
The thong, not normal attire for me, had me completely aroused feeling very exposed. I could swear the breeze coming through my dress was cooler on my pussy because of the... dampness... maybe? Mmmmm. I came out of it to just catch the last words of Shirley saying something about the Band. I mumbled uh huh and started to cut up the cake
I looked up to watch him striding across the grass. God he was gorgeous in his tan pants and white shirt. He came up and greeted everyone flashing a flirtatious smile at every single girl as usual but I didn't care, tonight he was all mine. He asked if I could get free and Shirley butted right in to assure him I could. Hahaha, So off we went.
We walked hand and hand through the throng of people. We watched the kids play, the ducks swim, and ate dinner and ice cream. The sun sank as we walked the shoreline around the cove to the other side. We were not far and had an excellent view of the festivities.
We could clearly hear the soft dance music that had begun to fill the gap from dinner to the fire works. The colored lights were beautiful reflected upon the water. And we started to sway to the music. We were in a natural clearing so dancing seemed very natural. He spun me around and be began to dance intimately close.
He was the perfect gentleman. I desperately wanted him to be less so and finally nudged his hand lower causing it to caress my smooth ass. I heard his breath slightly quicken as he gently caressed me. I turned to face the party and felt his arms so strong around me. His manly scent filled my nose as I leaned back, my head on his chest.
His hands explored both up and down till they were cupping both my pussy and my right breast. I felt so wicked as we were close enough to see everyone in Town yet they couldn't see into our dark little world. The realization hit us both at the same time I think for as I reached back to grab his hard shaft, I felt him start to pull my dress up my thighs. I started to slide my hand up and down his erection feeling every vein in his manhood. He reached the bottom of my dress and dipped his fingers below the waistband of my panties and down to my pussy. His thick rough fingers made me shiver as they slid across my newly shaved skin. I felt them slide along the lips of my pussy, it parting hungrily. He soon reached wetness and the slick juice coated the rest of me quickly easing any friction. My knees weakened just as the first explosion went off.
The bright blue flash startled me as it lit up the night. Tom never missed a stroke. The fireworks began to pop and hiss and Tom worked the other hand up under the dress to pop free my front clasping bra. He reached up and began to tug at my nipples.
The lake continued to flash green and blue and red and white as the show reached its midpoint.
Tom started to ride directly on my clitoris when I suddenly realized we too, were being lit by the fireworks.