"There is just something naughty about drinking in the morning," Amy whispered across the table to her husband, starting to feel a little tipsy on their Saturday morning adventure.
"How so?" Alejandro asked in response, also feeling tipsy, only more in a goofy than naughty way.
Giving him a look across the table, Amy finished her drink and put the glass down. After a difficult week, the two had chosen brunch to unwind before doing their weekly shopping trip at the farmer's market. While not a weekly occurrence, the newly married couple had started coming in about once a month, getting to know some of the regulars and tourists that would frequent the haunt.
On the couple's very first ever trip to brunch in that specific locale, they met another couple who sang the praises of going to the farmer's market together. Sharing their story, the older couple told Alejandro and Amy how they had decided on a special dinner to cook every Saturday night. And then they would shop for it at the market and cook it together, naked and ready to play.
Finding the nude part a bit silly overall, Amy and Alejandro still enjoyed meeting these two characters and actually latched on to the overall idea, deciding to try the cooking activity together for the remainder of their summer, just with their clothes on. It seemed like a good way to focus on each other, communicating and having fun. Piece of cake.
At least, that's how the plan began.
All summer long, the newly married couple found themselves enjoying brunch, buying good ingredients, and then cooking amazing meals. While never finding themselves completely nude, various state of undress usually occurred throughout the heat, both sexual and sun driven, of the day. The process then usually leading to passionate love making before, during, or after dinner, between the young and horny couple. Knowing their summer was coming to an end, the two decided to play that morning by ear and be a bit spontaneous.
Today's brunch had taken a bit of a turn, however, with Amy planning to be a bit more adventurous in advance. Smiling across the table at her husband now, she signaled the waitress for two more drinks before returning her attention to her new spouse.
Alejandro, about six feet tall, shaved bald with a beard and dad bod, wore a simple grey tank top and black mesh shorts, his house flip flops mistakenly worn out the door that morning. Amy, her blonde pixie cut landing about a foot shorter than Alejandro, but blessed with curves she was proud to show off, wore a tight, body-hugging, green dress with a zipper keeping the front 75% closed. Any time she would try to zip it a bit higher, her sweaty breasts would say no. In that moment, however, she decided to toy with the zipper a bit more.
The top 25% of her dress, still struggling to contain her large breasts, allowed the warm breeze to pass across the skin on her chest, braless beneath. Her own pair of flip flops adorning her feet, these no stranger to the outside world, making her manicure-matching pedicure pop, the red polish catching the eyes of horny passersby.
Lucking out and getting a spot on the patio, the two had already enjoyed several watered-down mimosas, her with a breakfast scramble and him with a burger. Alejandro found his eyes frequently drawn to his wife's chest at the table, her enjoying the attention and frequently leaning forward, pushing the zipper to its maximum constraint.
Now at the end of breakfast, Amy excused herself and headed for the bathroom. As the waitress brought them the final round, Alejandro asked for the check so they could wrap up their morning and head for the market. After what felt like an abnormally long time, Amy returned the table a bit flushed, taking a sip of her newly arrived, final mimosa.
Figuring she was just warm, Alejandro's attention was again drawn to her bosom, the zipper sadly a bit higher but struggling more than ever to hold tight. Finishing their final round of drinks and stretching their legs, they rose from their table and exited the patio area, heading for the crosswalk. Following along behind Amy like a lost puppy, Alejandro took this opportunity to appreciate his wife's other assets. Her dress framing her ass as she shook it across the street. Peaking back over her shoulder, she gave him a wink, acknowledging that she knew he was watching.
The two popped over to the park, perusing the wares of local cheesemongers and bakers, judging the tomatoes that were starting to frequent the seasonal tables. They walked hand in hand at first, stopping to watch a farmer roast poblano peppers over an open flame.
"Fresh from the vine this morning," he called out to them, attempting to lure them into a purchase.
"No thanks," Alejandro smiled, letting go of Amy's hand while trying to wave off the polite vendor. Enjoying the fire, he watched as the flames tickled at the spinning grill, the heat making him flush now like Amy had at lunch.
After lingering a bit too long at the next stand, Alejandro realized that his wife had wandered off. Glancing back and forth, he couldn't find her amongst the hordes of people and their dogs, many occupying strollers owned by childless parents.
Suddenly, a text alert on his phone.
"I can't wait to fuck you when we get home," Amy's text read, a blushing Alejandro snapping the phone to his chest, looking over his shoulders quickly to make sure no one else could read his wife's sexy message.
"Where are you?" he typed back, looking around as a smile formed on his face, excited to play with his wife.
"You have to find me," her response teased.
Heading back the way they had come in, Alejandro had a feeling where she was, but wanted to work for it a bit more.
