Patricia A. – Spring Drive

"In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love", so said the author, Alfred Lord Tennyson in his 1842 published poem, Locksley Hall. It must be true because all the birds, bees, flowers and trees do it in the Springtime. And so, it was between Pat and Jay. Although, technically, it was lust with a twist of maybe-love certainly pretend love -- but lust just the same. In a way, their attraction was like wetting one's pants in a dark suit. You get the warm feeling, but nobody notices. She wanted to keep it that way.

The redbud trees were budding pink, the magnolias were blooming white, and the clean fresh air of the deep green countryside wafted into their lungs. The day was sunny and warm enough for Jay to put the convertible top down on his shiny, white antique Jaguar XKE. The sun warmed the red leather seats, but there was still a slight chill driving under the shade. Jay kept the heater blowing for the extra comfort.

Pat's short blond hair blew in the wind. The unlimited sunshine brightened her smile. The steady hum of the Jaguar's engine was minimal as the sound system played romantic music from the old days -- songs they both related to. It helped set the mood as they drove the country roads with nowhere in particular in mind to go. They just wanted to be together in a springtime frame of mind -- birds and bees, remember? Pat took off her shoes and wiggled her pink painted toes. She wasn't aware of Jay's slight fetish for women's pretty feet. She turned sideways in her seat and tucked her knees underneath her short skirt, exposing those toes to Jay's view.

"Mmm. Uh. Have you ever heard of a singer named Michael Franks," Jay asked.

"No, I don't think I have."

"He's listed as a jazz singer. On his 1976 album, 'The Art of Tea', he wrote a song called, 'Popsicle Toes'. I have the album. It's one of my favorite songs from that album. Watching you wiggle your toes just now made me remember it."

"So, what is the song about? Besides toes. Is it freaky or something?"

"No, not at all. It's just a song about a guy's appreciation of his girlfriend's body all the way down to her toes. You know, 'popsicle toes are always froze' type of thing." He reached over to her tiny feet and cupped the toes of her right foot in his hand. "Yep. Popsicle toes. You got 'em too."

"Well, where does the popsicle part come in? I don't get it ... unless."

"Yeesss. What are you thinking?"

"What are you telling me?"

"C'mon. Think back. I'll bet your parents have at least one baby picture of you trying to eat your own toes. Babies put everything in their mouths."

"Sure. Yeah. I guess so. It's a baby thing."

"Well ...?"

"Well, what? Are you telling me you never grew out of that baby phase? Do you still eat your own toes or something?"

"Not mine, but I do like yours. Is that okay with you?"

"Well, it's certainly different. Wouldn't you say?"

"I don't know. It's such a little thing. Would it bother you if I did?"

"Well, I'd certainly want to wash them first. Especially if I'm going to be kissing you later."

"I'd appreciate that."

The conversation lagged for a while as they continued their Sunday drive. Pat was thinking about Jay's foot and toes thing. Jay was thinking about Pat's toes. The music from the car's sound system played and the Jaguar engine hummed. They would soon reach the reservoir. Jay had prepared a little impromptu picnic for them. Nothing fancy. Snacks mostly and a bottle of wine. Jay spotted a place where he could park the car and follow a trail down to the lake. He pulled over.

"I've got a surprise for you. I packed us a light lunch. Hungry?"

"I could eat a little bit."

"Put your shoes on, we're going on a little hike. Are you up for it?"

"Sure. Let's go."

Pat slipped into her low-cut tennis shoes and tied them while Jay opened the trunk (boot) and pulled out shopping bag and draped a fuzzy blanket over his arm. "Ready?"

Together they strolled along trail, breathing in nature's best scents of early spring without the bother of too many insect pests. They reached a small plateau overlooking the lake and spread their blanket over the level spot. Pat sat down and Jay unpacked the shopping bag. There was a vegetable platter, a meat and cheese platter, a roll of paper towels, a bottle of Pinot Grigio and some small plastic cups. "Aren't grocery store delis just great?" Then he withdrew a 3" tall round candle in a jar and a ring of silk flowers to go around it.

"Aww, Jay. You think of everything. Don't you?"

"It's all for you, my sweet. It was then he quoted Tennyson. 'In the spring, a young man's fancy ...'. I'm sure you know the rest." He stopped short of quoting the entire line so that whether she finished the quote aloud or in her own mind, she'd get the message without actually saying it.

"You really are a romantic, aren't you?"

"Hey! It's spring. Birds and bees. You know."

"Well, you're very thoughtful. It's very nice. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He leaned over and gave her a long kiss. It was the only thing he didn't like about his Jaguar with bucket seats. The center console got in the way of sitting close. Kissing while driving was unsafe. Then again, in fast curve of the road, bucket seats were great. As Jay removed the plastic wrap from the snack trays, Pat took off her shoes -- much to Jay's delight. Jay uncorked the wine and poured some into the plastic cups and handed one to Pat. "Sorry, I didn't think of bringing wine glasses."

"This is better."

The couple snacked and drank as they enjoyed the lake view keeping conversation light. The concerns of the world were not their business today. They only wanted to see the light in each other's eyes. They ate very little, but no doubt they'd be hungry later. Jay rewrapped the food platters and put them back into the shopping bag but kept the wine handy. Pat finished her wine and tossed the cup into the bag, too. Then she laid down on the blanket and unbuttoned her blouse revealing her pert braless breasts. A cool gentle breeze blew in from the lake and her nipples hardened.

Jay looked over, "Are those for me?"

"Not really. Mother Nature has been flashing her beauty at us all day. Now it's my turn to flash back. I suppose you could look at them too."

"I see. Well then." Jay dipped two fingers into his cup of wine and dripped the Pinot onto her left nipple, then quickly covered it with his mouth before the wine could run away. His tongue began working immediately, swirling, licking, flicking as he gently sucked.

After a minute, Pat opened her eyes from her moment of bliss and asked. "Hey, how about a little equal treatment over here?"

"I've got just the thing for that." Jay took the cup and held it over her right nipple this time and carefully tried to pour out just a little bit of wine. The longer he took at it, the greater her anticipation at being stimulated. Finally, he poured out too much and quickly lowered his mouth to gobble it all up making a turkey sound as he did. Pat laughed. It tickled as his tongue lashed against her hardened nipple and down the side of her breast.

He slid his face up to hers and kissed her deeply. Her breathing seemed faster. Then suddenly, he rose up on his knees and rolled Pat over onto her stomach without warning. Out of reflex, she bent her knees waving her feet in the air. Just the reaction Jay wanted. He picked the closest foot and poured wine on her toes. The wine ran down onto the sole and arch as well as the blanket. With long licks, he gathered and sucked up the wine and continued to treat her foot and toes as he would her pussy -- licking, sucking, and stimulating. He lightly chewed at the sensitive skin of her arch giving her a serious tickle.

Fighting back, in a way, she squirmed, wriggled her ankle and toes -- giggling - while Jay continued feasting. With all her gentle resistance, she felt her nerves tingle deep down into her pussy and she didn't want him to stop. This was something new in her experience. Gradually, her resistance faded, and she relaxed enough to enjoy the pleasure of having her popsicle toes sucked. Jay worked his magic down the backside of Pat's leg all the way up, stopping at her knee to swirl his tongue and kiss her deeply. Then, he moved up her thigh to the line of her panties. Gently, he reached for the waist band and pulled them down on one side before kissing and nipping hungrily at her ass cheek.

He finished removing her panties and rolled her over on her back. He started at the toes of her other foot, spending time sucking her individual toes before moving up the inside of her thigh heading right straight to her pussy peach -- ripe for the tasting. Pat let out a moan as his lips tasted her pussy lips. In his own pants, things were getting out of control, and he needed to make room. There's more room out than in, so he unfastened his pants and slid them down past his ass cheeks. Pat twisted her body and reached down to help herself to his toys using her soft hands, stoking and massaging his balls. Jay was more than ready. He just needed a go signal from Pat.

That signal came as she quit stroking and started pulling. She pulled on it like she wanted it. Jay got up on his knees and stroked himself slowly as he looked over the petite blond girl with perky breasts and hardened nipples exposed to the air. Her neatly trimmed and dripping pussy was peeking out from under her short skirt, now hiked up around her waist. Jay leaned forward and snuggled up and kissed Pat's lips. She held his cock between two fingers and her thumb then positioned the head at heaven's doorway. Then she grabbed Jay's ass and pulled him inside her with a gasp and a moaning 'Ahh'.

Jay didn't move. She felt so warm and tight as she squeezed him hard with her internal muscles. Slowly, he began to move out, then back inside. The chill wind was cold on his asshole as he plunged forward. He sucked her left nipple as he kept up his thrusting movements. Pat held his head to her breast and moaned out loud. Jay didn't know how long he could keep this up. She would grip him tightly as he withdrew and opened her pussy muscles to welcome him back inside her heat.

Propping himself on his forearms, he positioned himself to hug her closely as this mouth matched hers in a rodeo of tongues -- seeking, exploring, tasting, licking -- as he continued plunging into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. As her orgasm feelings rose, she needed him deeper. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Jay's cock head found a hot spot deeper inside her and reached for it, pounding her as they kissed. Pat's breathing became erratic and short as Jay matched her hip movements and her thigh squeezing as his hard cock entered quicker and harder.

Finally, he warned her. "I'm going to cum. I can't hold it."

"Go ahead. I want to feel you cum inside me. Push it all the way in and do it. I want to feel it."

As if his body had a switch, Jay suddenly began to erupt deep inside her as his cock swelled and began to pulse his seed into her. His hips jerked hard into her as he pumped. He could feel his balls contracting as they pushed more semen. His asshole compressed in tandem as the cool lake wind blew against his balls. His mouth smothered hers and their lips couldn't get enough of the other as orgasmic spasms wracked their bodies.

Jay held her close, not moving but still hugging her as they came down. Finally, his cock softened enough to slip out as she relaxed. Jay rolled over and braced himself on his right elbow gazing into Pat's eyes when she finally opened them. She reached over and smoothed her hand against Jay's face. "That was nice. Can we do that again? Soon?"

"I guarantee it."

Pat propped herself up on her elbows and watched as she wiggled her toes in the breeze. "I think my toes are going to be sticky."

"I think I can fix that for you." Jay positioned himself down between her legs and took her feet, one by one and began loving on them again. "How's this?" It sounded like that anyway although his mouth was full of toes.

"That's great for foreplay but maybe give that a rest for a minute. I enjoyed it, but now I need a snack."

"Gotcha covered." Jay got the snack trays out of the bag and set them down on the blanket. Pat picked up a cheese cube. Jay reached back into the bag and pulled out a small box of baby wipes and began cleaning in between Pat's toes and feet. When he finished, he held her ankles together and inhaled a deep breath and smelled them. "Ah, gotta love that special fresh baby powder smell. I think I'm getting horny again." He kissed her toes on top and started to hum a song.

Pat sampled a cracker with a cheese square. "What's that song you're humming?"

"Popsicle toes, of course." He pulled up his trousers and fastened them.

"I need some wine. Can you fix me some?"

"Sure. I'd like some too."

Pat didn't bother to finish getting dressed. She knew her man would snack and rest a few minutes and be ready to go again. It was spring, after all.

~ the end ~

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