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Party Time on Lake George

by Ben A. Vanguarde


On the fifty mile drive Don was pleasantly surprised that Stephanie acted like a lady.  They talked about their childhoods, his broken marriage and estranged children, his and her careers, like new friends do.  Don recounted how he happened to sell his first landscape picture to a local jigsaw puzzle maker.

"If you don't mind a longer route back, I can show you a magnificent view.  A farm house near a small waterfall with a cave underneath."

"If its no trouble?  That would be super."

Stephanie shook her head.  "No trouble.  I just remembered something I need to order.  It always happens."  She pulled out her phone to text a message.

At the body shop the manager just shook his head.  "Sorry Ms. Dills, your car is not ready.  You should have called first before driving down.  We are awaiting some parts we found damaged after repairs were begun.  We'll call you when its ready."

"But you promised..."

"Let's go," said Don as Stephanie fumed.

"Sorry.  I'll make it up to you."

"No, you owe me nothing."

"Let me buy lunch."

"No, I'd rather you show me that overlook where you look down to see a waterfall with a cave behind it."

"Okay."  After rolling along the hilly back country roads for a half hour, Stephanie told Don to pull over on to a gravel grading on a hill rise.  Don set the brake as Stephanie looked up and down the road.  She led him to the overlook and the vista revealed red farm buildings with a red silo, a rapidly running, cascading creek with a waterfall and land producing some unrecognized crop.  Stephanie turned to Don with a smile and said, "If you don't mind getting wet, I can take you inside the cave behind the waterfall.  It's cozy and romantic."

Don had pulled out his camera and began to shoot pictures from left to right.  "No, I don't want to take too long.  Maybe another time?"

"Whatever you want, Don," said Stephanie as she stepped behind him and checked for traffic one last time.  "There's never any traffic on this road, only farmers."  Stephanie pulled her top off over her head and moved around to stand before Don.  With one hand she lowed his camera from his face and as he stood dumbfounded staring at her bare chest, she handed him the balled up top.  "Here, hold this."  Stephanie fluidly squatted and dove both hands inside Don's waist band to pull his underwear and trousers down to his ankles.  "Watch for traffic," was the last thing out of her mouth.

Submitted: April 19, 2015

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She did it too early, because she didn't value it much. Interesting chapter! Enjoyed it.

Tue, April 21st, 2015 6:04am


Maybe it was not for affection.

Tue, April 21st, 2015 3:50am

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