Oak Valley kicks off the Christmas season each year with the annual Parade of Lights, the first Thursday night in December. Residents start setting up their lawn chairs on Wednesday afternoon to get the best spots in the front row, and the location of their choice.
Bo Malloy and his friends have always been downtown near their favorite watering hole, Hops & Vines, which offers craft beer and local Oak Valley wines. Families of all ages gather, often having three, and sometimes four generations. Various community groups decorate different types of vehicles, flatbed trucks, and the like with multi-colored lights and have Christmas music blaring. The three high school marching bands play and are accompanied by their flag and dance squads.
Some people walk the parade route and visit with friends they run into along the way. The downtown area is filled with over ten thousand people, and the restaurants, bars, and shops all have a booming night of sales.
Robert “Bo” Malloy is a fifty-year-old widower of four years. His wife, Sheryl, passed of breast cancer after a valiant fight. He has two sons, both in college, and he runs a very successful insurance business in town, with three offices.
His group of friends usually has a wide selection of food to enjoy and a warm alcoholic beverage or two. One woman makes homemade Kahlua and they will mix it with coffee in insulated tumblers, and another couple usually brings a mulled wine. Bo’s younger sister, Mary, and her husband Eddie, have two pizza places in town and always bring plenty of pizzas.
As the group gathered, talked, ate, drank, and started to enjoy the beginning of the parade, Mary talked with Bo about moving on with his life and the idea of dating. This was probably the tenth time she’d brought the subject up in the past two years.
“Mary,” Bo pleaded, “if it’s meant to be, I’ll meet a woman at the grocery store, or maybe my office.”
“You say that every single time,” she said. “Bo, you’re not getting any younger. You’re good-looking, in shape, and successful. When I’m at the restaurant, do you have any idea how many single women ask about you, and if you’re dating? Probably two or three times a week.”
He laughed, “Right. That’s a hundred and fifty women a year. There aren’t a hundred and fifty single women my age in OV.”
“Well, I told one woman exactly where we’d be tonight. She said she’d stop by,” Mary told him. “So far three single women have stopped and talked with you. You need to open your eyes or you’re going to be a lonely old man when you retire.”
**
As the parade ended, the group packed up their stuff and locked the lawn chairs in a bundle. Two men with pickups would pick them up later when it wasn’t so crowded. As was their custom, the group moved inside Hops & Vines to warm up and have a “final-final” drink.
After getting a craft beer, Bo mingled and talked with people he knew in the bar. Soon Mary was grabbing his arm and saying, “Bo, you remember Christie Berg, right?”
He turned to see Mary and a stunning woman about his age. Christie was a neighbor growing up and two years behind him in school. She now stood about five-eight tall, had golden highlights to her medium brown hair, and her brown eyes were set off with beautiful brows and long lashes.
“Oh my gosh! Christie, I never would have recognized you,” Bo said. “You’re not the girl down the block I remember.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” she said. “I became a girly girl in college.”
Christie wasn’t so much of a tomboy as a kid, but she was an athlete, playing volleyball, basketball, and softball. She always had her hair in a ponytail and often wore jeans and a hoodie. Today she wore a chic outfit with pants, heels, and a suit jacket. She was a knockout!
She explained that she had moved back to town in July after her mother passed, moved her eighty-one-year-old father into assisted living, and was remodeling their home. Christie had lost her spouse two years ago when he dropped dead as he worked out at the gym.
As Christie and Bo talked, he noticed Mary slip away. Christie must have been the woman his sister was alluding to earlier. She told him she also had two kids in college, but after her husband died, she felt isolated. “Even though I lived there over twenty years, I felt like an outsider. Blue Lake has only twenty thousand residents. And everyone in town knew my husband from their youth. You learn who your true friends are after your spouse dies.”
As they finished our drinks, Bo handed her his business card. “I’d enjoy getting together again. And, if you need any insurance give me a call.”
**
Six days later Christie was sitting in Bo’s office as they reviewed her current insurance coverage and cost. He was able to bundle her car and house with the same company and save her a few hundred dollars a year. As they were wrapping up their meeting Bo asked, “Would you like to go to dinner Saturday night?”
She smiled and blushed and said she’d love to go to dinner. Bo said he’d pick her up at her home and make reservations. As they hugged goodbye in his office, he was shocked but happy when she gave him a small kiss on his cheek.
“I look forward to dining with you,” Christie whispered in his ear.
**
Bo continued his work and received a call from his sister about an hour later. “You have a date!” she exclaimed.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“I heard through the grapevine that you and Christie are going to dinner Saturday night,” Mary said.
Shaking his head, he mumbled, “How the hell do you know that? She just left.”
Mary laughed, “I can’t reveal my sources, but she told someone, and that person texted me.”
“You women are worse than 'The Twilight Bark' from 101 Dalmatians,” Bo said.
“I heard she’s very interested in you,” she confided to her brother. “I was told she had a huge crush on you in high school too.”
“Mary, if I hear you tell this to anyone, I will kill you, but I’m very interested in her too. She’s gorgeous, yes, but we have so much in common,” he whispered into his cell phone.
**
At 6:15 pm, Bo knocked on the door. When Christie opened the door, his jaw almost hit the redwood deck porch. She wore a mid-thigh LBD, nude three-inch stilettos, and a twenty-dollar gold piece on a thick rope chain.
“Wow, Christie, you look amazing,” he said as his voice cracked. “These are for you." He pulled a vase of flowers in a Christmas theme out from behind his back.
“They’re so pretty!” she exclaimed.
Soon they were walking into one of Oak Valley’s fanciest restaurants, The Square. It was located across the street from the downtown square park where many community events were held. The Square offered a variety of entrée dishes, from steak to pasta, from fish to chicken, and much more. It also had one of the best local wine lists offering Oak Valley’s best wines.
Bo and Christie enjoyed a lovely meal and a bottle of wine over the next ninety minutes. They also split a blackberry cheesecake. As they exited the restaurant, Bo softly took her hand in his. She looked at him and squeezed his hand. When he opened the door to his car, Christie thanked him for dinner and a lovely time, then wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him passionately.
Bo happily accepted her tongue in his mouth, and the two shared a nice ten-second swirling of tongues before she softly bit his lower lip when ending the brief make-out session. “You’re welcome,” Bo said, looking her in the eyes.
As they drove home, Christie broke the ice. “How long has it been since you’ve been intimate with a woman?” she asked.
Trying to stay focused while driving and dealing with traffic, Bo replied, “Well, Sheryl passed in June 2020, so probably five years.”
“So you haven’t dated at all? Christie asked.
“No. No dates, no online apps, no nothing,” he said. “And you?”
“I’ve been on a few dates, but no sex. It’s been about two and a half years since Jim died,” Christie told him. “I’ll be blunt. I want to fuck you. I think you want to fuck me. Let’s have some fun tonight, no strings attached, like what the kids call ‘Friends With Benefits.'”
“Wow,” said Bo. “Yes, I want to get naked with you. But, Christie, I am interested in you. We seem to have a lot in common.”
She smiled, “I agree, we do have a lot in common. Let’s have some fun tonight and see where it goes.”
**
Five minutes later, they arrived at her home and were both a bit nervous as they started to kiss on the living room couch. After a few minutes of kissing and a bit of rubbing and squeezing, their clothes came off. She was naked on top of Bo in cowgirl, grinding her bare pussy onto his throbbing cock.
As they broke from a kiss, he took a boob into his mouth and suckled on her fake tanned tit. Bo playfully bit on her hard dark brown nipple, causing Christie to moan lightly.
“That sends jolts to my pussy. I need you in me,” she said as she raised and took hold of his shaft and slowly slid down on his bell-shaped glans. “Ooohhh, this beats my vibrator.”
Bo had a nice tool: eight inches erect, good girth, and a large head. He had not been with a new woman in about twenty-five years, so everything was a new experience for him. The same was true for Christie.
“Fuck, you’re so much bigger than Jim. You’re stretching my tight pussy,” she whispered. “It feels so fucking good. I want you to use me like a whore.”
Those were the words of encouragement Bo needed. He’d only slept with a total of five women in his life, and he always felt his sex life was a bit vanilla with his beloved wife. He tried to spice things up a few times by buying her lingerie, toys, and sex games, and on one adults-only vacation, he bought a BDSM set he purchased off Amazon.
Bo quickly flipped Christie on her back, keeping his big dick in her hot wet cunt. He grabbed her wrists and held them down near her breasts as he started pounding her with all his might while he laid on her in missionary. He soon got on his knees, took hold of his manhood, and slapped his helmet on her swollen pearl, causing her to twitch. As Bo inserted his throbbing cock, he pulled her body by her thighs so his pubic bone was slamming into hers with each powerful thrust.
“YES! Fuck me hard!” Christie exclaimed.
He laughed internally, not believing his luck in finding a freaky fuck his first time back in the saddle. It didn’t hurt that his old neighbor was a smoking hot forty-eight-year-old horny MILF.
“Cum for me, baby! Cum on my cock!” he grunted as he continued jackhammering her wet pink sponge.
Between gasping for air, she cried, “I’m close!”
Bo’s right hand groped her left breast, and then his fingers pinched and pulled on her nipple. This set off a chain reaction similar to a multi-car crash on the freeway.
“YES!” Christie yelled. “I’m cumming!”
He felt her pussy clamp down on his cock as he slowed his pounding. Her moaning added an erotic tone to the effect, and Bo felt his nuts tighten. He knew he was going to bust his load. Remembering her words, “use me like a whore,” Bo knew what he wanted to do.
As Christie rode her orgasmic wave of bliss, he continued to thrust, albeit a bit slower and softer. He pulled out, stroked his manhood, and watched with pride as he shot rope after rope of cum all over his new “no strings attached” lover. Bo’s first jet of jizz rocketed toward her face, splattering all over her right cheek and trailing down her chin. The second blast, and the biggest, landed all over both tits, while the third and fourth bullets of spunk pooled in her cleavage.
“You fucking stud!” Christie giggled. “Look at me, I’m covered in cum.”
Bo sat on his heels, totally spent. He hadn’t had such a cardio workout in a couple of years. He watched in fascination as she wiped up his man milk with her fingers and licked her digits. His deceased wife would have never done that. He felt like he was living his porno dreams.
“Let me help you up and you can clean up,” he said.
The two moved into her master bathroom where they each cleaned up a bit. Upon returning, they snuggled under the sheets before drifting off to sleep.
THE END Chapter One… to be continued.
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