Since this Sunday was particularly beautiful, and one of the nicer days before the set-in of what's sure to be a cold and snowy winter, I talked Brian into going to the country for the day, and although he resisted at first, as I told him he could instead stay home and do yard work, he relented, and thought taking a short day trip with his adoring wife may not be such a bad idea.
We decided to pack a lunch, and head to Brown County to see the fall leaves turn. Indeed, a very Indiana thing to do.
Still kind of moping, Brian drives in silence.
"Baby," I ask, "What's the matter?" I rub his cheek, and he leans his face to oblige me. He's not angry, just amiss because his first game plan didn't quite work out the way he wanted. (Sunday-Football, friends, yelling at the TV-typical man stuff. )
"Nothing, I'm fine."
I begin to rub his thigh, and see a small grin come over him, but since he's trying to gain my sympathy for his ill-fated day of sports, he tries to suppress the full effect of it. I move my hand near his crotch-and stop. Looking out the window, I smile and begin talking about the fantastic scenery.
"The leaves are beautiful this time of year. I'm so glad I talked you into coming out here." My fingers graze his crotch, not looking at him though, eyes still fixed to the window. He grunts a response, and puts his hand over mine, starting a stroking motion, but keeping his eyes on the road.
"What if I told you, " I lean and whisper in his ear, "that I will make it up to you?"
He looks at me and smirks. I know he's reading my mind. "I don't see how." He says, "The Colts and Baltimore are playing today. You know I wanted to see that game."
"I know, sweetie. You know I appreciate you doing this for me."
He glances over quickly, and I flash him a sexy smile, and he returns it.
We finally get to our spot. A place we found on an earlier trip several years ago in the heart of the park.
"Remember, we stopped here on our honeymoon. On the way to New Orleans?"
"I remember." Still moping. Poor baby...
"Sweetie," I cuddle up next to him, on a blanket we've laid under a beautiful sycamore. I have managed to throw together a wonderful picnic, with all his favorites, down to the Kendall Jackson chardonnay he's so crazy about. "You're not still mad?"
"I'm fine... promise."
I lean over to kiss his cheek. I lay the picnic out, and we take in the scenery as we eat and get our fill of wine, and his favorite chocolate cannolis for dessert.
He takes me in his arms and we fall back on the blanket...
Staring up at the beautiful autumn sky.
I climb on top of him, just as I know he prefers, and kiss him, long and hard. He begins to run his fingers through my hair, making his way to my ass. I grind against him, wanting to feel his middle against mine. He finally gets to his destination, and I sigh my approval into the kiss I've planted on his lips.
"You make me crazy, you know that, don't you?" he says as he turns me over on my back, and reattaches himself in a long slow kiss, exploring all of me, and I him. I can hear our favorite song by the Eagles playing on the box next to us, and this just gets us started even more, as he sings and says, "I love you" in my ear.