Janie’s Birthday Story, part 1

A Birthday Feast, Part 1


It was early Sunday morning, one of those oh so perfect Sunday
mornings when the weather is simply divine, sunny, warm, bright and blue, birds singing and you just feel like the world is actually going to survive a few more thousand years, either that or you’ve stepped into a Disney musical.

Molly and I decided we would be wasting the day if we didn’t have a picnic, and thus ensued a whirl wind shopping trip that resulted in 1
large cane basket (a picnic essential), cliched tartan picnic rug (also essential), 3 bottles of the yummiest wine we could find, and way way too much decadent food for two woman to consume in one afternoon. We jumped into our purple VW convertible and headed for the middle of nowhere.

There is nothing as exhilarating as a cool wind on a hot day rushing through the sheer fabric of a barely modest blouse as you cruise at top speed down the open road, your skirts pulled up over your thighs and bar feet playing on the peddles. Nothing except when you can also look beside you and see your girlfriend’s shapely legs stretched out on top of the dashboard. Her tiny pert ass encased tightly in the tiniest denim shorts and bikini bra top, her lush long brown hair
streaming out behind her, green eyes glittering and a smile so wide it almost splits her face in half.

I toy pleasantly for a while with the idea of pulling over into a quite side street, my groin clenching with the images in my mind.

A Birthday Feast, part 1, written by Andale. Part 2, written by Molly, click here. For the entire story, or as much of it as is written, click here… Oh, and more birthday presents, too! Patience Janie, patience!

~ by Molly Montrevoir on February 14, 2007.

One Response to “Janie’s Birthday Story, part 1”

  1. The hum…

    it builds already.

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