Alice and I last weekend decided to do some we haven't done in a long while since we got married: we decided to go out for a fun picnic afternoon.
The sky was all bright and blue; over on the radio the weatherman stated that there wouldn't be any sign of rain at least for another day or two. Usually I worked during the weekend as well, but I'd taken a month's leave so as to spend some much needed relaxation with Alice. We'd been married going on six years now, though we were yet to have any children.
We left the house around eleven. We packed a basket full of edibles, a bottle of red wine, napkins and some fruits along with a blanket and two pillows as well. Into the trunk of the car they went and off we headed for Whiskey Lake.
Whiskey Lake has always been an adorable getaway site of mine. Nostalgic, idyllic, and beautiful as the pristine water flowing between the clumps of tall adobe trees and the surrounding grassland vegetation. It was the sort of place to hold memories shared only between lovers. I've been coming down here since I found out about it while in college, and it was the same venue where I'd proposed to Alice; I know she too was just as anxious to return as I was, as the previous night she'd reminded me of the last time we'd had sex while lying close to the water's edge.
Already I had in mind the perfect spot well picked out. Though it wasn't until I'd parked the car and we began strolling hand in hand towards the tree-sheltered spot that I noticed, to my immediate chagrin, that we'd already been beaten to it. There was a couple lying there on their own blanket a few feet from the lake's edge and they were busy cuddling and kissing when we interrupted them. They didn't seem any bit startled to see us, and were even happy that they now had company aside from the hovering birds in the trees.
They introduced themselves as Gary and Julia and we shook hands and introduced ourselves too. They were newlyweds, both of them in their late twenties whereas Alice and I were in our early thirties, though with the four of us standing there, you would have been hard pressed to know. We laid our blanket right alongside theirs and brought out all that was in our picnic basket; it turns out they too had come down here for very much the same purpose and Gary excused himself while he went over to where he'd parked his car and returned in no time with a similar laden basket. We exchanged food items and relished in each other's company.
Gary informed me that he was a software engineer, while Julia his wife worked in a famous fashion house as a media consultant. Coincidentally, he too was a regular to this side of the lake and had as well proposed to his wife one afternoon they came down here to picnic. His wife sure was quite a looker. She had lovely green eyes and ash-blonde hair, and the V shape of her blouse was just revealing enough to make me know she possessed magnificent knockers just like my wife's. "It's always nice here during this time of the year," my wife remarked.
