Small Town Parade

My closest buddies and I visit the same small town every year for a July 4^th weekend fishing trip. We always rent from the same Podunk green and white motel and generally get the same adjacent far corner rooms every year. The motel is the cleanest of the three in the little town. Believe me, we tried the others and they were dirty by any fisherman's standards. The town advertises a population of 3327 as you roll in on Main Street, but all the surrounding populations flock to this town for the Independence Day weekend festivities, so when we are visiting, it seems much larger than it really is.

Don't get me wrong, we are here for fishing. For us, the holiday festivities are always a distant second to trying to get the elusive mammoth sized trout. It is the only time we all see each other since we each live more than 2 hours away from each other. Even though the distance between us is not that much, running a concrete laying crew 6 days a week, 50 weeks per year, leaves me too physically worn out to drive 2 hours anywhere on most days off.

This year, July 4^th fell on a Friday, so all of the local small-town celebrations were scheduled for 5^th. As is typical for me and my troupe, it started out no different than any other. We got up at before sunrise and hightailed it to our favorite fishing spot. My buddy Charlie and I got our limit by 10 a.m., earlier than the rest of the group, so we decided to take one of the vehicles back to town for an early lunch.

We parked the newer model blue SUV at the motel, changed our clothes, and walked down Main Street where crowds were gathering. Pop up canopies of every color lined each side of the street. Heck, there were a few here and there made of Mossy Oak hunting camouflage fabric. Every inch of curbside parking was shaded by one pop-up canopy or another. Each pop-up covered rows of chairs, all of which were filled with grandparents, parents, children, and grandchildren. Nearly every one of them had some sort of shirt or shorts emblazoned with symbolism of the American flag.

Red white and blue shirts, pants, hats, scarfs, shoes, and socks, for as far as Main Street stretched, which was only about ¾ of a mile. Children with shiny reflective toy handheld windmills ran this way and that, either chasing or being chased. I stood out amongst the local men, almost all of whom were wearing plaid shirts, big belt buckles, blue jeans and either cowboy or camouflage hats. I was dressed for comfort, wearing my baggy gray weightlifter shorts, somewhat tight black Hawaiian beer t-shirt, and my grey and black water shoes. The local women with short jean cut-offs, tank tops, big movie star glasses, and flip flops stood out in contrast to the local men.

Charlie and I entered the crowded sidewalk and started walking along the sidewalk, dodging more kids and families scurrying to get a position for the parade that was just beginning to come down the road toward us. Leading the parade was a group of boyscouts walking shoulder to shoulder down the middle of the road. Next came a series of cars led by the local highschool standouts and then local politicians. We reached the parking lot for the local diner and Charlie asked "Do you want to grab something here?" The dark lit diner had been there forever and looked like it. The roof needed some repair and the side boards and trim were a maze of cracks and flakes of old paint, desperately in need of a paint job. The chainsaw carvings of woodland animals that surrounded the restaurants sign were splitting and well weathered.

I thought for a moment and decided against a sit down meal. I got a hankering to see the parade. "Nah! I am going to go get something from the burger stand. You?" I asked.

"I am going in here. I will catch up with you later at the hotel." Charlie said, walking towards the aluminum shrouded glass doors.

I headed into the crowd again. There were less people bustling about as most everyone was glued to the entertainment of the local lodge members driving around the street in steel tubing go-carts wearing a variety of colorful clown outfits. I always enjoyed the antics of the lodge members during the parades. Their driving in circles around each other, honking and throwing candy to kids always makes me smile.

I was nearing the burger shack and realized maybe it was a mistake. There wasn't a very long line for ordering, but there was a long line for pick up. The pick up line was full of hyped up kids and their moms. I approached the end of the line and stood turned sideways, waiting my turn, watching the parade go by.

As I got to be next in line I checked out the large white plastic menu just inside and above the order window. It was the same menu sign with little black plastic letters attached that every small town burger shack displayed their menu with. The menu items also resembled the same menu every small town burger joint across America had above their window. Burgers, hot dogs, fries, and ice cream. My eyes froze on the ice cream flavors. The words "hard pack ice cream" jumped off of the white faded plastic background into my brain and stuck there.

"Hello! What can I get you?" A crackly girlish voice said from the little open window.

"Ummm, I will have mint chip double scoop on a sugar cone, please!" I said to the freckled young redheaded teenager

"Double mint chip on sugar!" She yelled loudly.

"Thank you!" I said, pulling out my wallet and paying the teenager. I moved off the left and began to head to the back of the pick up line.

I was at the end of the line barely a moment before I heard a young man yell "Mint chip, double" from the pick up window.

"Wow, that was fast." I thought to myself. I figured then that everyone waiting must have ordered a hot item. I accepted my cone from the brown haired pimply teenage boy. He was sweating and looked taxed. I grabbed a couple extra thin white napkins and wrapped them around the bottom half of the ice cream cone, grabbed a few more for good luck. I moved to my right parting a group of preteen young girls, laughing and smiling ear to ear, giggling a some joke I didn't hear as I made my way through the crowd towards the burger stand's parking lot. The entrance was a good place to view the parade as none of the local business driveways were blocked with canopies. Instead, the driveways were full of families either standing or sitting in fold out chairs, all of which were enjoying themselves and trying to get a view of the festivities passing by.

I hugged the edge of the building as I made my way along the parade route. There was group of about five young teenage girls and what seemed to be their mother, standing between me and a row f waist high bushes that paralleled the street and separated the parking lot from the sidewalk. Holding my ice cream cone close to my body to avoid losing it to any inattentive passerby, I parked myself behind the group of females. It was a good spot to see the continuing parade of slick steel hot rods slowly creeping by, each one revving its engine in some cyclical pattern, as if an alarm attempting to wake the crowd out of a deep sleep.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but take notice of the young teens and their apparent guardian standing in front of me. All of them were wearing white tank tops and camisols, either tennis shorts or cut-off jeans, those ever-popular large framed sunglasses, and flip flops. It particularly caught my attention the mother was the only one that had no bra straps peeking out from beneath the white fabric tank top. Her hair was convincingly blond and arced downward around her neck, splashing across her shoulders. The skin showing between her white tank top and her shorts was smooth and looked young and supple. Her ass was squeezed into some yellow tennis shorts, tight enough allowing the fabric to stretch around the hemispherical globes that were her ass cheeks. They topped off the muscular partly tanned legs that held up the J-Lo ass. From behind, it was almost difficult to tell from behind that she was not the same age as the teenagers she presided over.

An old finely restored mid-20^th century red fire engine rolled by, volunteer fire fighters escorting to each side. I took a large bite out of the top of the ice cream. A bit dribbled down my chin forcing me to wipe up with one of the barely effective napkins. As I wiped my chin, I looked down and again took in the view of the woman's ass.

I took a long lick up the side of the quickly melting ice cream in my right hand, slurping up what would have been a drip down the side of the cone. Without any warning, the woman in front of me bent over to pick something up from the ground. Her shapely ass moved backwards and smashed into my groin. I jerked my upper body at the contact. That quick jerk rippled from my hips to my hand, sending the top ball of green ice cream over the rim of the cone and into the air in front of me. The ball of frozen goodness landed smack dab on the back of the bent over woman, just below the edge of her half top. Her upper body snapped straight upward. The ball of ice cream slid down her back, following her spine, until wedging itself between the fabric covering the crack of her ass and the front of my shorts, just below the top button. A shiver rippled from the ice cream, up her spine, to her neck.

"Holy shit!" she yelped. She moved forward, away from me and whipped around to face me. The ball of melting green frozen treat slid the rest of the way down the front of my short before splatting on the ground. She harshly yelled into my face "What the hell?", aggressively snapping her head forward until the shining skin of her lightly suntanned face came to within inches of mine, embarrassed and read as it was. The edges of her mouth down turned, scowling, her hazel brown eyes zeroing in on mine.

"I am sooo sorry!" I blurted, hoping to avoid a confrontation with the beautiful woman. I smiled my best smile, ear to ear, and all teeth.

Our eyes stayed locked as a long moment of uncertainty passed. Her harsh stare broke and scanned from my chest down to my less than hairy legs and then back to my face. I expected the worst. Her mouth opened, "I..." then closed. An almost quiet moment passed. She smiled. "No, I am sorry. I knocked into you. I didn't see you there. Let me clean that up!"

She grabbed the napkins I was holding in my left hand and knelt down in front of me. Her face almost level with my groin. Her left hand grabbed the bottom edge of my shorts and pulled the front fabric out and taught. I began to form the words in my mind to tell her she didn't have to do anything, but they stalled when she began to wipe the ice cream off the front of my shorts. With her long-haired head at my waist and her hand wiping up and down the front of my short, maybe an inch away from my privates, I could not control the rush of blood through my dick. It began to twitch. A few more wipes and my dick started to stand at attention. My dick convulsed and started tapping on the tight fabric held by her long lean fingers.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Shocked, her eyes locked on the repeated tapping against the stretched fabric in front of her face. She looked up into my eyes. Her pull on my shorts loosened with her distraction, her hand instinctively moving up with the loosening fabric. Another twitch of my cock banged the tip of my cock against the back of her subtle pink painted finger nails. "Oh!" she exclaimed again, this time her voice sounded happy with surprise.

"Mother! What are you doing?" a young brunette teen left of us giggled. I snapped out of my trance, the sounds of the parade and all the people came back to life. I looked out into the road ahead to see three beds on wheels rush down the main strip, each pushed by a group of white teen age boys in baseball hats, t-shirts, jeans, and cowboy boots.

She let go of my shorts and snapped straight up, almost standing at attention. Her head spun around to her daughter. "I am just helping him get cleaned up. I made him drop his ball of ice cream." She paused for a moment, lost in thought. Time stood still again until she suddenly whipped her head back to face me, her hair momentarily flowing across her face and then back again. A smile spread her cheeks towards her ears, her teeth popping out from between her burnt-red lipstick covered lips. "Girls, I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't leave here until I get back." She yelled to her charges.

The girls giggled out an "Okay!", no longer paying any attention to their mother, dialed in on the second set of bed races, and young men, running by.

Her left hand clasped my right hand. She pushed past me to my left, pulling on my arm, spinning me around. Her long hair brushed my arm. She yanked me to start walking away from the crowd along the open driveway. Two more beige buildings stood behind the burger joint and a long single brown building with no windows stretched out the opposite side of the driveway. There were several cars parked at an angle running along the right side and rear of the parking lot. She pulled me beyond the burger joint and towards the third building, scanning to each side, looking for something.

"Where are we going?" I asked, almost stumbling from her dragging me behind her. She turned her head over her shoulder towards me and just smiled another smile the Cheshire cat would be proud of. She pulled me further until we neared the end of the second building. Her head snapped left and her eye lids open big and wide as she jolted us to a stop.

"Here!" she commanded. Between the two buildings a narrow walkway extended the entire building width. The buildings boxed in the walkway on each side and a gate closed in the path at the far end. A hose bib with a green hose attached stuck out of the wall of the second building near the end of the walkway.

"Okay, we are going to wash off." I said, expecting to wash up the front of my shorts.

"Something like that!" the yet unknown beauty said. Two steps beyond the threshold, she spun around facing me and the driveway behind me. "Keep an eye out!" she said. The sinister smile widened further while she pulled a thin hair band off her wrist and secured her blond flowing hair into a ponytail. She reached out with her left hand and slid her fingers between my belly and the waistband of my shorts. Without hesitation, the woman pulled down the front of my shorts, exposing my cock to the open air.

I barely voiced "What?" before she grasped my cock with her right hand, leaned forward, and shoved my cock in her mouth.

"Mmmmm" she moaned, wobbling her head left and right around my quickly hardened shaft. Her tongue rubbing in semicircular motions along the bottom of my cock. My veins pulsed and my cock hardened quickly to a mouth filling size. The beauty's head jacked forwards and back along my length. Saliva began dripping out the edge of her mouth. Her nose repeatedly nudged into my groin each time the head of my cock hit against the back of her throat. I looked left and right, relaxing my shoulders at the realization no one was coming our way.

I clutched the back of her head and leaned back, letting her work to pull her nose from my skin. Her ponytail slapped side to side in motion with her mouth about my cock. She was relentless on my shaft. The flesh on the inside top of her mouth was taking a beating. The combination of her tongue slathering the bottom of my shaft and her lips compressing the base sent my balls into a frenzy of production. The sacs had filled until the skin tightened like the skin on two under ripened limes. She pistoned her skull back and forth towards and away from my also sparsely haired pubic region, again, and again, and again

The fact I was on lookout duty flashed into my head. I looked left then right to make sure no one was coming. No one was coming. Well, almost no one. A sizzle deep in between my balls preceded an instantaneous pressure release. Cum shot through my urethra and into her mouth.

With the realization I was unloading my salty burden, the woman smashed her nose into my groin, forcing my cock head deep into her throat and all of my cum into her gullet. As she gulped, her mouth contracted, sending shivers up my spine and down my legs. One more jerk of my cock sent the last of my giz towards her belly. I looked down into her wanting eyes as she looked up, momentarily sporting a thin pubic hair mustache. She then grabbed my wrists, pushed away, pulling her throat off of my spent rod. The blond spread my arms apart and, using me for her support, pulled herself to her feet. She followed with my waistband back to my stomach. With the back of her hand, she wiped a stray bit of come from the corner of her mouth.

"You are not getting away with just that." She said. She put her hands to each side of my waist like we were about to dance. She traded positions with me, gripped my shoulders over the collar bones, and pushed me down to my knees. Sweat dripped down her neckline and disappeared into the crevice between her beautiful pear-shaped tits. She raised her right leg and planted her foot on my left shoulder, as if to use my shoulder as a step. She leaned forward and wrapped her arm around her right leg for balance and support. With her left hand, she bunched the fabric at the crotch of her tennis shorts, and panties, and pulled the bunch aside, exposing her wonderfully moistened pussy. Her pink puffy labia were perfectly sized and swollen. Her pussy was topped by a marble size clitoris, red and steaming. She looked down into my eyes, hers wild with anticipation of a good licking. She gave a quick glance left then right, making sure the coast was still clear. She nodded to acknowledge my position and purpose.

"Oh yeah" I said as I smashed my face into her groin, our roles now reversed. I opened my mouth wide, covering her entire magenta pussy within the oval shape my lips formed. I pushed my tongue tip deep into her hole, waving it up and down between the puffy pussy lips as it went through to her hole.

"Unhhh! Oh yes!" she muttered, notably trying to keep her voice down by biting her lower lip. I relaxed my mouth, still keeping my lips in an O shape, and pushed my tongue even deeper into her pussy hole. Her pussy lips spread out against the corner of my mouth. I twirled my tongue around the inside of her love hole, exploring every fleshy surface inside that I could reach. My tongue tip did loops, around and around and around.

"Ungggh! Ungggg! Ungggh! Oh yes! Keep doing that!" she shrilled with joy.

After what seemed like several minutes, I extracted my face from her lips and flattened my taste buds against the deep of her crevice. I bobbed my head up and down, over and over and over again, swathing my tongue against the insides of her heated labia. The edges of her pussy lips rubbed against the edge of my taste buds. Up, then down. Up then down. Rhythmically I stretched then compressed my neck to provide pleasure to her love organ.

"Suck my clit!" she stuttered. I formed my mouth into a small O shape, like I would to blow air, and vacuumed her hot pink clit into my mouth. Keeping a steady suction, it twirled the tip of my tongue in alternating circles around her hot blood-swelled nub. I sucked like a vacuum cleaner, encircling her clitoris with a vigorous tongue lashing. Her pussy juices flowed into my mouth. The fluid was sweet and tasted like a kiwi fruit. The pointy end circled her button, around and around and around. Just as I thought I felt her begin to vibrate towards a climax, she slapped her hand against my head and pushed me away with the foot against my shoulder.

"We have company!" she said with reserved hush. The beautiful MILF stepped a half step to my left.

My cock was absolutely hard again and tenting my shorts. I bent completely over forward, making sure there was no chance of anyone seeing my predicament. I hovered my hands just above the ground and swept them from side to side. "I can't believe I dropped a contact lens." I said with a raised voice, making sure the elderly couple heading towards the parade from behind the third building, heard me. "Shit!" I said to ham it up. I looked up at an elderly couple and a young married couple, then at my newly acquainted friend.