"Babe?"
I was on the couch, turned on my side, idly watching whatever dreck was playing on the boob tube. Katie, my wife of not yet a year, was sitting in the easy chair in her usual pose - her face tilted down into the screen of the ever-present smart phone. "Yeah, Kates?" I asked.
Her eyes flicked up, seeking mine, and she flashed me that quick smile of hers, the one that showed off her perfect teeth for a scant second. "Do you remember ever watching the county fireworks show from the Robinson Farm?"
I blinked. "Old man Robinson? Didn't he used to threaten us with rock salt outta his shotgun?" I grinned.
Katie laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Well, shit, that hill behind his house is like the perfect place to watch the show. I used to sneak up there too," I said.
We had gone to high school together, but I was a year older. I went off to the State U and came back a freshly minted grad. I got a job working in the city, and had lost track of Katie. It wasn't that I was sweet on her; we both went to a large high school and she was a year younger, and I didn't really know her very well. Good enough to say hello all of the time, and towards the end of my senior year she was going steady with one of my closer friends, so she was in our circle for a while.
I was at the baseball game, with several colleagues from work. She walked up to me and poked her finger into my chest, ensuring that I would say hello! Well, the years at college had been kind to her. She had blossomed into a healthy young woman, a little curvy but not in a bad way, certainly not chubby. Not exaggerated. Just...womanly. She carried herself with this genuine girl-next-door attitude, and her big, sunny smile drew men to her with ease. She had asked me about the guy she had dated, and what I was doing in town.
Turned out that she too had just graduated, and she was starting her new job in a few weeks. She was back home with the old gang of girls from high school, and I was not unhappy to get pulled to their section. Wasn't like our home baseball team packed the stadium every night. So I sat with these girls, most of whom I had known their names back in high school.
The funny thing was that we exchanged numbers and then I promptly forgot about it. She likes to give me hell about that admission, but it was the truth. I was not really in the market for a girlfriend. I had dated a girl for two years my junior and senior years of college, and she turned out to be unfaithful. That was an unpleasant discovery, obviously, and while I was not soured or angry at women, neither was I feeling any particular urge to settle down.
So a week passed and she called me, launching into me for being an idiot. After I calmed her down, I agreed to meet her for a drink after work. It was up by where I lived, not far from our high school haunts, and it was a very nice night.
This time, I took the hint, and about noon the next day gave her a call to see if she wanted to mountain bike with me. She agreed, and we spent the afternoon riding. The best part? There's a section of the trail that borders the park's lands, and it's a quiet little area that doesn't get much use. We both needed to take a break, so we got off the bikes, and found a quiet rock that overlooked the valley below. We sat, not quite nestling up to one another, but pretty close. It was a natural moment, the head turn, the eye contact, and asking and answering with our eyes. That first kiss was a passionate one.
That night we made love, and found each other to be energetic and enthusiastic lovers. Aside from one nasty fight that ended when I got wise and apologized for being an idiot, ours was a very smooth relationship. We dated for two years, and I sought and obtained permission from her father to marry her. I asked her and she said yes, and we set a date some fifteen months off. The big day came and went in mid-September, and so we were approaching our one-year anniversary of being married.
"We should sneak up there and watch the fireworks," she said. "They're what, tomorrow?"
"Yeah, tomorrow," I agreed. "You know..." I said slowly as a thought formed in my head. "We could ride there."
"We could. Especially if the old man himself comes out with a shotgun," she smiled with ease, "we can escape faster!"
"Yep," I agreed. We both liked to ride mountain bikes, and our nighttime rides, though rare, occasionally included an after-dark, outdoors romp. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing Katie get off of her bike. She liked to slowly saunter over to this rock. After slapping one hand on a boulder, she'd twist her torso and look back at me while using the other hand to yank her skin-tight riding shorts down to expose the milky-white skin of her ass. There was usually some kind of quip. "You better get over her, buster, and stick that cock into me!"
I loved tugging my pants down. There was something about her doing that which resulted in a near-instant erection. Already wet as much from sweat and exertion as the lubricants of her body, slapping my hand over hers, easing those shorts down just a little further, and sliding my cock into her willing pussy was one of the greatest moments of our little life adventure. It never took either of us long to cum doing that, and then riding home with my cum dripping out of her pussy, or my cum drying to the inside of my shorts added some lingering enjoyment for us both. Of course, we ran things right to the washer and then ran naked to our bedroom where we routinely enjoyed a second, longer and more romantic moment.
"What are you thinking about?" she demanded.
My attention returned from the land of pleasant memories to that of the moment. I gave her my "you caught me" grin and told her. "Oh, I was just thinking about what often happens on our night time bike rides."
Her pause was barely there, then a grin appeared on her face. "I'd do it in the daytime, too, if I thought we could get away with it!" she told me. Her grin turned impish. "You think about having sex with me?"
I chuckled. "Sure, like...all of the time. You're beautiful and sexy and the object of my desires!" I assured her.
"Hah!" she chuckled. I watched as she lifted her tee-shirt. Most nights after work, she went without a bra, so I found myself gazing at that plump flesh with a light pink nipple, already stiffened. "Maybe you should come prove it to me how hot I make you!"
That got me sitting up. Then standing. There was a tent in my shorts, and I loved watching how her eyes dropped, lit up, and then returned to mine. "Am I proving it yet?"
Her reply was whispered, breathy and throaty. "Not yet." She lifted her shirt up to reveal the second breast. "But its a good fucking start!"
***
The last day of the big county fair dawned cloudless and hot. And then by noon it was a pure scorcher. We learned this while slowly walking through the crowds, the dust from the grassless main paths floating up and covering everyone with a fine layer of dirt, aided by everyone's sheen of sweat. We could have drank a case of beer each and barely been affected, that's how hot and truthfully miserable it was. Still, we walked slowly, hats jammed low on our brow, our sunglasses pressed to our head, and held hands while checking out the people.
"Jesus, its hotter n' fuck!" Katie said as we found a sliver of shade and huddled into it.
There was another couple, looking about our age, within earshot, and they both looked over and agreed. We ended up shooting the shit with them for about twenty minutes, nothing important, but it was a pleasant twenty minutes because we were out of the sun. The moment we stepped back into the sun, we noted that our shady spot was taken by a family with an infant in a stroller, and by unspoken but mutual consent, gladly gave up our spot.
"Are you sure that you want to run the risk of old man Robinson?" Katie asked me. She was not looking very good at the moment. "I mean, we get caught, and there's no running away. I feel like I'm fucking melting as it is," she whined.
Katie is many things, but she is not generally a whiner. "Well, we could run home, take a shower, get a blanket and a cooler of beer," I suggested.
"No," she said sharply. "I go home, I'm not leaving." She looked at me with a dangerous expression in her eyes.
I lifted both hands, palms out. "Just a suggestion, Kates. Easy, girl."
She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just bitchy because of the heat." She sighed.
"What if...what if you go find a tree, high up on the hill, up by the treeline," I said. "I'll go home, get the blankets, the cooler filled half with water and half with beer, some snacks, whatever, then lug the shit up the hill."
"What if I have to pee?" she said, but clearly the thought was at least tolerable to her.
"I'll bring toilet paper?" I suggested with a laugh.
