This week had all been just too much for Alejandra and Jim. The stress of their jobs. The constant whining of their kids. They needed this weekend to get away from it all, to reconnect as a couple. So they left the kids with family, packed a picnic lunch, and hiked off into the woods, into the cool, relaxing shade on this hot summer Saturday.
As they hiked, Alejandra and Jim recalled the magic of their first meeting, three years earlier. They had met at a Valentine's Day dance, and the attraction had been instant, magnetic. Jim had thought Alejandra looked stunning in her elegant basic-black cocktail dress, with the plunging neckline, low back almost to the top of what Jim could see was a very cute, shapely ass. Her very high hemline showed off her short but amazingly shapely legs. For her part, Alejandra had instantly decided that Jim was the handsomest man in the ballroom that night, so tall, and decked out in his black tuxedo, top hat, and black-and-white dance shoes.
At first glance, they probably seemed an unlikely couple. He was tall (about 5'11"), light-complexioned, of northern European heritage. She was short (about 5'1"), dark-complexioned, reputedly the descendant of a stunning Mayan princess and a gruffly handsome Spanish conquistador. But they had similar personalities, similar life philosophies, and they found each other extremely sexy. Neither believed in pre-marital sex, and certainly not sex on the first date. But that first magical night when they met, they had forgotten all about that mutual taboo, and they hadn't been able to keep their eyes, their hands, and their mouths off of each other. Now they hoped that after three years of kids and mortgage payments, this hike through the woods might rekindle some of that sizzling spark from three years earlier.
Being a hot day, both wore very short shorts. As they hiked, they couldn't keep their eyes or their hands off each other's well-toned legs. And as they climbed over forest obstacles such as hills and fallen trees, Alejandra rarely missed a chance to pat and squeeze Jim's studly butt.
The couple hiked until they found a secluded clearing in the woods. Jim gathered up small, dry logs to build a little camp fire. Jim had barbecued a chicken the night before, and his plan was to heat it up over their camp fire, and afterward cuddle-up beside the fire. While her big strong man stomped around the woods in his hiking boots, gathering firewood, sprightly little Alejandra kicked off her tennis shoes, reveling in the feel of the soft earth of the forest clearing, between her bare toes. Then she spread a large tablecloth on the ground, and unpacked their picnic basket. Besides the barbecued chicken, they had brought raw carrots and celery to munch, chips and dip, watermelon, two big bottles of sparkling cider, and two long-stemmed champagne glasses.
As they dined, Jim kidded "Don't eat too much, dear. You know I can't sleep on a full stomach."
"You know," Alejandra smiled, "you have such a sexy mouth, such soft and warm lips. Couldn't you think of something better to do with your sexy, sexy mouth than to use it to tell bad jokes?"
Jim held Alejandra's hand in his, leaned down, and planted a long, lingering kiss on her lips. "Is this what you had in mind?"
Alejandra fell into a swoon, and felt her knees start to buckle. The only response she could manage to Jim's question was a long, drawn-out "Mmmmmmmmm!"