Skip to main content
I can still smell her around me: she just isn’t here.
Where is she though… the bathroom door’s still open.
I leaned up on one elbow and noticed her suitcase was also open on the floor with a pile of clothes laid out on the foot of her side of the bed, and then I heard the kitchen faucet’s water filling… a kettle, maybe a pan, I wondered …and got off the bed and walked towards the kitchen, and saw her standing there in her t-shirt and shorts, with her bare feet and polished toes on the floor. I don’t think she had her bra on…
“Hi! ...have a good sleep? Sorry if the noise woke you up. I was up early so went and picked up some things for breakfast before we head out. Hope you’re ok with pancakes and eggs… btw, why do you keep flowers in the fridge? I was looking for eggs and saw wrapped-flowers in the back of the shelf. I didn’t see a vase around so I arranged them in that water jug over there… hope you don’t mind…They smell very pretty. Kettle’s boiling some water for our coffee, can you grab some cups for us please…”
“WOW! you look amazing in your mornings Val… Happy Birthday!” I said, hugging her from behind while she was standing at the kitchen counter cracking eggs and had her back to me… and gave her a birthday kiss on her cheek “I feel like a moron now… the flowers were meant to be a surprise for you … and you were meant to be in bed with me! I guess I slept in … of all the days to sleep in on… thank you for going out so early to get all this… what time were you up? I didn’t hear a thing” I said opening the fridge to get her Birthday card hidden behind the carton of Milk and the bottle of Orange juice.
“Really! that’s so sweet. I love flowers… thank you!” she said, and turned her head around and kissed me, after cracking the last egg “maybe keep an empty vase in the fridge for my next birthday then… if you have one.” “I don’t have one. That’ll be your Christmas gift from me this year in the fridge if you visit… but I do have this right now” and showed her the envelope with her card in it.
“It was in there too? What else do you keep in there? Keep any maple syrup in there by any chance? And please open my card and read it for me…and grab your milk for me too.”
I took the milk and syrup out from the fridge and put them on the counter,
opened her card,
and read:
“Sweet Valerie,
Wishing you the Happiest, Smiliest, and
Funnest of all times on your Special day…
and all the days and nights that wait for
you!
Hope everything
you!
always wished for
keeps coming true...
I’m so glad to have met you. And very grateful and so thankful for all my times with you.
Always remain Happy- keep Smiling :)
and make the times Fun… for
You!
Have the most Wonderful Birthday!
(and eat lots and lots!!! of Cake)
Love, P.”
When I finished reading her card and looked up, she was facing and leaning against the counter and smiling, holding a Frying Pan in her hands.
I gently took it from her hands and put it on the stove, gave her the card, and kissed her to wish “hope you have a great year babe… why don’t you make your coffee now and relax, I’ll do this” and turned on the stove to make our pancakes and eggs “scrambled ok? that’s all I know…”
She nodded a yes as she quietly re-read, then stood her card near her flowers, and said “Don’t worry about getting a vase: I have a jug for your water” and she kissed me, opened the fridge and pulled out some cream for the coffee.
The coffee was so good! We finished our breakfast by 9 a.m. and I quickly checked my Waze for traffic to Niagara-On-The-Lake. It seemed light for now…
“You can shower if you want and I’ll clean up here, pack a few things, grab a quick shower, and we can leave around 10?”
“Sure… is your bag big enough for some of my stuff? It’s on the bed”
“It should fit… thanks for going out early to prepare for breakfast… I’ll get a clean towel for you.”
“Is it cold by the lake? I’m just taking a pair of shorts and a skirt for my legs?”
“They’ll be fine”
As Valerie showered, I cleaned the dishes and the cutlery, the utensils and the pan, and picked up her card and jug of flowers and took them for the bed’s nightstand. I packed my things in first, then laid hers on top. I had to smell her clean panties before putting them in the bag… They smelled so! good. And then I remembered she said she had sex with her ex two nights ago, and quickly put them away …I’ll ask her what she was wearing that night some day…
I buckled the straps and took our bag to the car, checked to see if the tires needed air, and came back inside. Valerie must’ve finished showering because I couldn’t hear her water running, and I went to make the bed.
“Can you hand me a bra and panty from the pile on the bed? I forgot to bring them in”
“I put ‘em in the car… sorry. I’ll go get the bag”
“Don’t worry… I don’t always wear that…” and she opened the bathroom door to come into the bedroom “just thought it’ll be cold at night by the Lake so I should have an extra layer… besides, you’re not taking me to Church today, are you? I always wear my bra and panty to Church”
“We’ll skip Church this weekend then… I’ll go shower and get ready now… you look very cute btw”
“Thanks! You’ll need a towel though… I used yours for my hair”
I quickly kissed Valerie, grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt, got a clean towel from the laundry room shelf, and went for a quick shower.
It was fifteen-to-ten when I came back out to the bedroom. Valerie had a grey denim short skirt and a white, cotton t shirt on, and was standing in front of the dresser’s mirror putting on some makeup. (I couldn’t see her feet because the bed was in my way.)
“Have you considered moving the bed around so the sun doesn’t get in our eyes?”
“It’s my alarm clock in a way… Is that what woke you up though, early this morning?”
“Yep… I’ll get you a nice alarm clock for Christmas… I’ll leave it in the fridge. But for our next few nights and mornings at least, I’ll help you move this bed” she said, and, putting her lipstick away and turning towards me, hiked up her denim skirt part way to show me her bush, and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to take me to a Church on the way? I can put a panty on” and stuck the tip of her tongue out at me and walked around the bed to her open-toed sandals waiting for her feet “the flowers look very pretty on this nightstand btw”.
“Thank you! …and your lips look very sweet.”
“Which ones?”
“All four”
Just past ten I backed out and we were on the road heading South from Borden to Barrie to catch Highway 400, to get to 401, and on to 403; then merge on to QE to go over a bridge over Burlington Beach to get off near the beach in Hamilton. About to exit QE, I wake up Valerie (who fell asleep at the usual gridlock in Oakville).
“We’re almost there babe. There’s a Timmies around the roundabout… can we stop for a coffee?”
“Yes please… I fell asleep, sorry. What did I miss?”
“Nothing at all babe… t’s a very long stretch actually”
Looking down at my hand—on her leg and near her crumpled-up skirt—around her open crotch “well I’m glad you got to massage my inner thighs on that stretch then” she said, “but now I have to pee”.
We parked and she adjusted her skirt and, checking her lipstick in the mirror, said, “wake me up next time on that stretch heading back… when do we reach Gage Street?”
“Another 20 minutes or so”
“Then we’ll eat? I’m hungry”
“Do you want a Muffin? Blueberry?”
“Let’s wait for the Lake.”
Having peed and drinking our coffees, we get back on our way to the Lake. “Sorry you had to wake so early… we’ll have a quick lunch—there’s a good Fish ‘n’ Chips place—and check-in to our room so we can rest a bit before seeing the Lake, and go to The Falls.” “I’m fine… this part of the drive is quite nice. Very picturesque… have you ever thought of sex near one of those dirt roads going into a vineyard like that one over there on a hot humid day?” “I am now… let’s do it, It’s your Birthday” “Do we have paper towels in the car?” ”Just these two napkins that Timmies had out” I say slowing down as we approach the dirt road leading into the vineyard, then stop, put our front windows down, and park near the grapevines (just off the road) “Ok just cum in my mouth for now, I’ll swallow it” you say, and scan across the sprawling vineyard for any sign of other humans “what’s that” “a bunch of cows, they do farming and stuff around here too” “no not that! to their right…” “a bunch of llamas…they’re from that Petting Zoo over there …do you want to pet them, It’s your Birthday?” “No, not today… maybe next year” you say and, facing me, kneel on your seat with your bare feet and reach to unbuckle and unbutton my jeans “why did you wear underwear in this weather! …push your seat back and recline”
My cock sprang out when I pushed my underwear down for her hands and her mouth. Her tongue slid up my dick and she twirled it around the tip and wet it. I looked towards her knelt-hips and reached across to find her slit, and stuck my two fingers in, and they squished in and out. I wished I could lick it …maybe after our quick Fish ‘n’ Chips at the Angel Inn…
I think I can fall in love with her simply from the smell drifting off her pretty feet or out her bushy pussy and fleshy lips, I thought, watching her as she held my cock with both hands and bobbed and sucked and slurped as her spit and saliva slid down around it as she moaned quietly in the car with me parked by a field of young grapes under our Summer’s heat.
As her mouth continued fucking me I pulled my soaking-wet fingers from her hole to smell and lick her piss, and fell deeper in lust …and loved it! …and thrusted my dick up hard in her and reached across and started squeezing her meaty tits… and she pulled her mouth off of my dick and looked at me to say “I could sit and fuck and drip with cum and piss down that knob on your stick-shift if you had plucked more napkins… just piss your cum in me now” and clamped her mouth hard around my cock again and continued bobbing up and down on it… and I shot and squirted in her mouth imagining it’s her tight cunt.
Valerie cleaned all the cum and piss and saliva off my cock and balls without any of it dropping on the car seat, or it being spit out, anywhere! As she sat back up on her knees on her seat, I handed her the two napkins from Timmies, inclined myself back up, and leaned across and kissed her on her sweet lips. “I want a lot more treats… it’s my Birthday!” and she reached between her knees and wiped her drops off the seat that had dripped when I had pulled my fingers out of her earlier, and put the napkins—crumpled up—in the car’s cup holder “don’t forget this here …it’s for our Garbage.” and then sat back down …quietly gazing across a field of vines from her window.
“We’ll be at the Inn in a few minutes” I turned towards her and said as we got back on the road.
“Let’s just check-in first, we’ll eat the fish in the room and relax a bit” she said, looking at the llamas and patting my hand on the gearshift.