Sheri opens her apartment door. My heart almost stops. My God My little honey looks delicious. From his/her woven bamboo open toe platform shoes and pink toe nails, to her robin's egg blue mini skirt, to her white silk bare midriff blouse with the frill down the front, to her subtle makeup and pink lip gloss, to the powder blue scrunchie holding her blond hair in a pony tail.
He/she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. I told her to me for a long kiss. "We better get going. Another kiss like that and we'll never get out of here."
The old diner in the small town was still there. If we'd behaved Mom and Dad would stop there on the way home and get us hotdogs and pop.
A group of old guys were sitting at a table by the window. They watched us get out of my BMW, and followed us all the way to the counter.
"Look at them legs! They go all the way up and make an ass of themselves!"
"Oren, what would you do if a pretty little lady like that said 'hi'?"
"Oh, I think I remember what to do." Laughter from the table.
"Don't pay them no never mind Hon. They're harmless and deaf. They think they're whispering. What can I get yous folks?"
Sheri got a chuckle watching the waitress flirt with me after bringing our coffees and butter tarts.
Another three quarter hour drive and we were there. The August First long weekend, My family cottage. Just me and my baby.
Sheri put the groceries away as I opened the shutters and turned on the water. I changed to my revealingly snug Speedo.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Sheri chased me to the lake in a two tone blue vertically striped woman's swim suit. We swam and frolicked in the refreshing water for a while.
On the deck I got out the tan cushions for the swinging couch, and we lathered each other with sunblock. I smoothed the white cream up Sheri's smooth shaved legs. What's this?
I pull the crotch of her swim suit aside and out pops her sweet little wienie. On my knees on the deck, her legs over my shoulders, I have her cock in my mouth.
"Mm, William!"
I lick the lake water off her shaved balls, then kiss and swallow her cock. So perfect. The warm sun, the waves rolling up the beach, a mouthful of my baby.
Sheri cums with a squeal. Good thing the cottages are well separated. I climb back onto the swing and we kiss and fondle. "Don't go away, baby."
Clamato, vodka, a dash of Tabasco in celery salt rimmed glasses, add a celery stalk, and there you have it. Cottage tradition, Caesars on the deck before making supper.
"To the long weekend." We clink glasses and sip the spicy drink. Sheri strokes my thigh. We watch the gulls fighting over something on the water.
"You relax, I'll let you know when to start the barbie."
As she starts dinner I relax. I sip the last of my Caesar. Think how lucky I am. My family loves me just the way I am. I've a good job. And now I've found my true love.
"You can fire up the barbie any time, dear."
Sheri's voice pulls me out of my reverie. She's changed into her yellow knee length sun dress with the box pleated skirt and 'V' neckline. She's wearing her 'Marilyn' boobs. Medium size I guess you'd say. I don't care either way, but she says they make her feel pretty.
Potatoes, sliced open and baked in foil with a slice of onion, a dab of butter and a sprinkle of garlic salt, strip loins, rare, and a salad. We eat at the table on the deck. A nice Niagara Region red wine to drink.
