It was eight in the morning on an overcast day in late March. Chloe came downstairs, a denim jacket draped over her arm and flower print dress. She looked just as beautiful as the first day I met her, thirty years ago today. Her long brown tresses bounced with each step, as she came toward me. I noticed the first three buttons were left undone, and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.
We are both in our early fifties and today we celebrated our anniversary. As I opened the door, her hand reached out and gently slapped my butt. She was giggling on the way to the car as I came up from behind and gave her butt a delicate squeeze. I held the door to my 1958 Chevrolet Bel Air Impala Convertible and she slipped in. The lack of a console between the passenger and driver made for a few interesting times while driving.
“Looks like it could rain, Billy.”
“Yeah, so where’s your umbrella?” I said as we drove off, knowing full well what she would say.
“Billy Parsons, you know full well that your golf umbrella is always in your car,” she said, and slid over, putting her hand on my thigh.
We stopped for breakfast at Chef Klaus, a quaint cafe with German ambience. She ordered a Denver Omelette with Texas toast and I ordered a Chef Klaus skillet with Texas toast. Both of us had decaf coffee.
“Where are we going, honey?” she asked before taking a sip of coffee.
“I’m taking you to a place we both love and visited on our first date and later, out to dinner,” I replied, before taking a sip of coffee.
“Let me guess, Starved Rock State Park and dinner at The Chop House.”
“Right you are, my dear.”
After a delicious breakfast, we headed off, taking the scenic route. She titillated the hell out of me as her hands caressed my body. The warmth of her mouth as she kissed my ear, neck and cheek was making it difficult to drive. To this day, I do not know how we didn't end up in a ditch. By the time we reached the park, two hours later I was putty in her hands. Before getting out of the car, I reached out to touch her, “Now, now Billy, you have to wait,” she said, pushing my hand away, as she giggled. The kind of giggle that told me she was up to something.
I got out of the car and grabbed the umbrella from the back, then went around to open the door for Chloe. It was then that I noticed her white bobby socks and her black/white saddle shoes as she stepped from the car. From the parking lot, we decided on the two-mile trail that would take us along the Illinois river. As we walked, she became a bit frisky, brushing her hand across the front of my jeans and squeezing my butt. I was only too happy to play along, lightly slapping her butt and then squeezing those firm cheeks as we kissed. When we reached the viewing platform, the view of the Illinois river was breathtaking. I was standing behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.
As we stood there, looking down at the river, I let my hands explore the familiar curves of her body. Her head fell back on my shoulder as I caressed her breast. She began to grind her hips against the hardness inside my jeans and using my other hand, pressed her dress against her mound. I was pleased to discover she had decided to forgo any undergarments. I kissed my way up her neck and upon reaching her ear, gently sucked the lobe between my lips.
“Mmm, don’t stop, dear,” she purred, putting her hands over mine.
We continued arousing each other for several more minutes and then I abruptly stopped. As I stepped back, she turned and that’s when it started to drizzle hard enough to get us a little wet before I was able to get the umbrella opened. We both ducked under it and continued on, unable to keep our hands off one another.
