Caught With My Pants Down

Bear Lake was beautiful. It was a little cold, and the wind was up, so we had the place to ourselves. Since its winter, the park service still has the gates closed, so we parked up near the road, and walked in. As we walked along the lake, S looked longingly at the Cattails along the edge, and I promised her I would get one for her. I was freezing, since, even though I told her to bring a jacket, all S had was a thin sweater. I couldn’t let her freeze, so I gave her my big thick Carhart to keep her warm.

The far side of the lake was so peaceful and quite. There is a beautiful picnic area, with tables and a pavilion. Off to the side is a playground for smaller children. We walked hand in hand along the edge of lake, telling each other stories about times we had spent there, her with M, me with my dog. S was beautiful there…the cold making her cheeks red and her nipples hard, and I decided that I didn’t want to wait…..I wanted to take her now….right now…hard and rough. I still held her hand, and led her up to the picnic area, and under the pavilion I found a nice, sturdy, clean picnic table.

I took my jacket off her, and laid it on the table, so that S would not have to lie on the boards. I pushed her back on the table, laying her down, and pulled her pants and thong down to her knees. This was not about romance, this was not about making love, this was about rough, animal sex. I dropped my jeans, and holding her legs up on my shoulder, I entered her. I took her hard….I took her long….. and I wish it could have gone on forever. It went on for so long, that I started looking longingly at the next table were I had set my Dr Pepper. I was sooooo thirsty, and it was just out of reach. But I wasn’t about to stop.

With S on the table, and me standing beside it, every thing was perfect. The only problem, with every thrust, I pushed her up the table an inch. S tried to hang on to the edge of the table, but it was rough, and she is just not strong enough to hold on. After every 7 or 8 strokes I would have to stop, and drag her back to the edge, then begin again. The sound of my belt buckle hitting the edge of the table with every thrust reminded me of Christmas bells….but of course, Christmas only comes once a year.

Finally, I admit it, I had to stop…my shoulder was giving out. Some old injuries never really heal, and this was one of them. I was nice, and put her pants and thong back on her, and then, we traded places. S took me in her mouth, and it was wonderful…I lay back on the table, and just enjoyed. Every time I tried to sit up, to see her or look around, S pushed me back. Finally, I came….I came like an explosion, like dynamite, and yeah, I was loud…very loud.

Then things got interesting.

I propped myself up on one elbow to look at S, and over her shoulder….in the playground, maybe 30 yards away, I saw 2 little kids with what looked like their grandmother. Grandpa was marching straight at us with a furious look on his face. Oh Fun!

I jumped up and began pulling on my pants, and whispered to S that someone was there. As I buckled up, the old man screams at my back “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! THIS IN NOT A PORN SHOP!”

Two thoughts immediately pop into my head, and for once in my life, I leave them there. The first is “Nice language in front of the grandkids Pops!” The second was “What in the hell is a Porn Shop?” Since neither would truly help the situation, I left them unsaid. Too bad, both would have been funny as hell.

As S was pulling on her shoes (I had to pull those off during, because she was leaving a Nike pattern on my forehead) I stepped back to block his view of her. She pulled on her second shoe, and we started walking. As we left, the old man yelled “You are lucky I don’t arrest you right now!” I wanted to point out that I was twice his size, mean as hell…and fight dirty, but decided I should let him win this one. I didn’t say a word, never looked back, but I could hear his footsteps and he followed us a little way. When we got to the trees, I stopped so S could tie her shoes. We were both giggling so hard at that point, I am surprised she didn’t tie them to each other.

About half way back to the car, I stopped. S looked at me, saw the look on my face, and asked me what was wrong. I told her I had to go back; I had forgotten my Dr. Pepper. I thought she was going to hit me, and she told me “No fucking way! Buy another one.” Damn, it was still half full.

As we got to the parking lot, I saw the backside of the sign for the first time. It said:

Bear Lake
Thank you for coming.