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The Picnic was Their Undoing

By: Redneck Woman56



Becky quickly drew the negligee out of the bag. They didn't have any guests at the bed & breakfast tonight. It was a rare opportunity! She shook out the wrinkles and laid it upon the bed before she went to get in the shower.

Tonight! Tonight perhaps things would be different. If she could only entice him. If she could stir once again the passion. If only she could ignite his desire. 

Things had been difficult for them for the past year. He had approached her less and less, until finally there was no intimacy between them at all. With some gentle prodding she found out that he was suffering from ED. Erectile dysfunction. If only it were that ... a pill could be taken for that. 

But this was more, he seemed never to have any desire. And it wasn't just her, she had watched him around female guests. He had no inclination with them either. She might as well be married to an eunuch.

But tonight, tonight she would shower, use that special perfume saved for special occasions, fix him a wonderful meal and serve it by candlelight. Then later she was excuse herself and go up and change into the negligee. Maybe all of her ministrations would get him in the mood.

But it didn't work. She was crushed ... he had told her he just "wasn't in the mood". He had had a particularly tiring day and wanted nothing more than to watch a little TV and then go to bed early, but he gave her a gentle pat and said, "I love you anyway."

So she was left alone. Alone in a brand new negligee. After her third glass of wine the tears began.

It was almost a week later when the bell on the front door tinkled, alerting her that someone had come in. Becky went into the foyer and was taken back by the man standing in front of her.

He was extraordinarily handsome. Silver hair and a lithe build, but what she noticed most about him was his eyes. They were so dark she couldn't really tell if they were a deep blue or black. 

It was unusual to find a man standing alone in the foyer they used as a front desk . Usually all their guests were couples ... couples away on a romantic weekend or a vacation.

"May I help you?" Becky asked.

"Yes", he responded, "I'll be needing a room with a bath for a few days. Do you have any vacancies?"

Becky laughed, "Of course. This is a slow time for us ... September. Are you sure you wouldn't like a room for say three months?"

"No, I don't think so. My business here should only take a few days. I am here to close my late aunt's estate."

"Certainly we have a room for you, #102, at the top of the stairs. It has it's own bath and I'm sure you'll be comfortable there. Will your wife be joining you?"

A shadow passed over his face, "No."

"Then if you'll just sign the register, Mr. Uhmmmmm ..."

"Alan. Alan Bidulph." as he quickly offered his signature, collected the key, and grabbed his bags to ascend the stairs.

"Breakfast is served between 6:00 and 8:00, Mr. Bidulph." she wasn't sure he had heard her in his haste to get to his room.

The next morning Alan Bidulph came down at 7:30 to find Becky sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee, "Good morning".

"Good morning." Becky returned, "Did you sleep well? Was everything okay in your room?"

"I slept like a rock. And yes, everything is just fine in the room."

Becky got up and poured him a cup of coffee, "Well, since you're our only guest right now, you can have your choice of breakfast ... how about an omelet, homemade hash browns, and some of my famous biscuits?"

He simply nodded his head and Becky excused herself and went to the kitchen. He sipped his coffee as his mind drifted back to yesterday to his wife. Yesterday. Their big fight, her storming out. He should have gone after her. He should have postponed his trip. But he didn't and he wouldn't. So he just let her go. She knew where he'd be in case she changed her mind. He hoped she would. He hoped that she'd be here when he got back this afternoon. He would love to make love to her in that four-poster bed. But their making love had become sporadic at best ... non-existent was more like it.

Becky interrupted his thoughts when she brought in his breakfast. A huge ham and cheese omelet, hash browns done just the way he like them, and two biscuits still steaming from the oven. She sat down next to him and began sipping her coffee again.

She was silent for a while letting him butter the biscuits. Then she said, "It's unusual to have a man alone visit us. I noticed your wedding ring. I hope it's not too bold of me to ask why your wife did not accompany you."

He was taken aback by her question, then composed himself, "No. Not at all. You see we both have different interests, different lives. She's career minded, ambitious. To tell the truth, so am I. We just seem to go separate ways."

"I see. Well, that's not all that unusual these days, even for innkeepers.", she said under her breath.

By that time Alan had finished his breakfast and Becky got up to take his plate. 

When she returned from the kitchen she brought the coffee pot with her and poured him another cup. "What are the first steps in closing an estate, if you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all. The first step is see the lawyer, then I'll have to go over to her house. I suppose I'll need to look through everything ... determine if there are any family heirlooms. Then I'll meet with an auctioneer. I plan of selling most of her estate and donating the proceeds to her favorite charity. I'd best be on my way now, my appointment with the lawyer is a 8:00." With that he arose from the table a bade Becky a good day.

Becky cleared away the dishes, taking them in the kitchen to be washed. As she filled the sink with warm, soapy water she wondered about Alan Bidulph. She fanaticized about what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms starring up into those dark eyes. "God!", she thought to herself, "You are horny!" But she knew it was more than that. She needed a human touch, the warmth of another body, she needed to be loved. She gave herself a quick shake and went about cleaning up the kitchen.

Later that morning she went to the library to turn in some books and see if others caught her eye. She was meandering down the rows of historical fiction when she noticed Alan standing at the counter. "I'll be happy to pay whatever overdue charge there is ....", he was saying to the librarian when he looked up and saw her coming toward him.

"It seems, Mr. Bidulph, that our paths continue to cross."

"Indeed it does. I found these books among my aunt's things and thought I ought to bring them back."

Before they knew it they were talking as old friends. Talking about books and authors, of places they had traveled and places they longed to see, of children now grown.

Suddenly Becky did not want this to end, "How about a cup of coffee. There's a quaint little shop around the corner which has a coffee room tucked in the back."

Alan looked at her more closely now. She was an extremely attractive woman. Woman being the operative word here ... it was obvious that the bloom of youth had long since left her. But left in its stead a dignity and grace surrounded her and made her very appealing. She did, however, have sparkling green eyes. He studied her face, surrounded by short curls of chestnut hair, she had a dazzling smile. And, he noticed, she always wore a dress, not a pants suite or jeans, it was lent her a very feminine air.

He quickly agreed to coffee and so they walked together to the coffee shop. Becky was all too cognizant of his being so close. It was all she could do not to reach for his hand.

Alan felt her tremble when his hand merely touched the small of her back as he opened the door for her to enter.

They ordered their coffee and talked some more. Finally Alan said, "What kind of sites are their to see around here?"

Becky laughed and replied, "We don't have 'sites' in this tiny town. If you wanted to go antiquing, there's certainly that. Other than that, there are a few Confederate battlefields and one Revolutionary War battlefield. They're not much to look at, but provide a wonderful place to go picnicking."

"Could you be persuaded to show me around? Perhaps tomorrow?" What was he doing, he thought? He dismissed it from his mind, he wanted to spend more time with her. He was more comfortable with her than he had been in a long time.

Becky thought for a moment, could she trust herself alone with this handsome man? Of course she could. Even though her marriage lacked intimacy, they did love each other, and there were the kids and the grandkids that bound them together. Besides, there was something secure in the knowledge that they had been married all these years and he still was around. "I think that might be arranged ... I'll even pack a picnic lunch for us."

"Terrific, " Alan said., "now if I'm going to goof off tomorrow afternoon, I'd better get back to my aunt's house and continue digging through her mountains of 'stuff'."

The next day Becky packed the picnic basket full of bread, cheese, and fruit, and after some thought decided to pack a nice bottle of Riesling instead of sweet tea.

She had just carried the basket out to the foyer when Alan came down the stairs. He paused just for a second, she was so beautiful she almost took his breath away. She was dressed in a cotton summer dress with a big straw hat on her head and her dainty feet in sandals. He noticed that her toenails were painted the same color as her fingernails. His wife never had time for such 'nonsense'.

Becky saw the pleasure in his eyes and was complimented, she had gone to great lengths to look exceptionally pretty this morning. Suddenly she felt a tingling warmth growing in her belly and down her thighs. She hesitated for a moment, almost ready to back out.

"Well," Alan said, "shall we go?" Even as he said this he reached for the picnic basket.

Becky drove first to a Confederate battlefield. Then she said, "I want to take you someplace special for our picnic. A place I go to sometimes to be alone." And she headed out of town. Before he knew it they were traveling down a one-lane, red dirt, country road. When it ended she shut off the car, "I hope you don't mind. It is a Revolutionary battlefield of sorts."

She opened the car door and got out and Alan followed her with the picnic basket. She led the way down a small path until they were beside a river. "Well, here it is. Let's spread the blanket out and I'll tell you about this place, its history."

After Alan spread out the blanket Becky unpacked the basket. 

As they ate she told him of the story, "This was the site of Ft. Nail. It was really nothing more than a fortified house really. Across the river was the land belonging to the Cherokee, they being allies of the British. One night they attacked. Not much harm was done ... a milk cow was killed and a couple of horses were stolen. But, that put the colonists on alert. They stationed guards at night. 

But, the next time the Cherokee attacked it was in broad daylight and the colonists were not prepared for that. A little boy, only 8 years old, was stolen by the Cherokee that day, never to be seen or heard from again. 

It is believed that the Cherokee adopted him into one of their families, because his body was never found, and the Cherokee often did that to replace one of their own who died. That little boy was a distant cousin of mine."

She leaned back on one elbow, popping a grape into her mouth. She fell silent, looking at Alan. He gazed back into those green eyes. Suddenly she was in his arms. Did he make the first move or did she? It didn't matter now.

Their first kiss was ever so gentle, a mere whisper of his lips against hers, his tongue only following the outline of her lips.

Then he pulled back an looked into her face. Her eyes were half shut, laden with lust and her face was flushed with desire. This time he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue plunder her mouth. A muffled groan came from her throat. God how she wanted this ... wanted him.

She fell back with him on top of her. His hands found her breast and stroked them, gentle at first then demanding. He could feel her nipples harden through the cotton dress and he wanted to touch her skin.

He raised up a little and with one hand unbuttoned her dress. She lay there looking at him, listening to the blood pound in her ears.

Finally it was done. Her dress lay open. He pulled down the bra straps and watched as his hands drifted over those two beautiful mounds. Her nipples were dark and crinkled at his touch. When he lowered his mouth to them and began to kiss and lick them she twined her fingers in his hair and uttered an audible gasp. It sent electric shocks all the way to her center.

Her hands went to his shirt and tugged it from his pants. She now wanted to feel his hard chest against hers. 

He lay down and pulled her on top of him and she was instantly aware of his hardness.

He reached around her and took her ass and pulling her even closer to him, kissing her all the while.

Becky broke the kiss and, drawing her knees up beside his hips reached down to pull her dress and bra off. She now was only left with panties.

He was his turn to gasp. He thought he had never seen anything so lovely as he pulled her back down to his waiting mouth once more.

Becky couldn't stand it any longer and pressed her hand to his erection. It had been too long for her. She fumbled with his belt and the button at the top of his pants. 

"Just a minute", Alan whispered and indicated she should move off of him. He stood and took off his shoes and socks, then his pants and boxers. He stood looking down at her while she slipped her panties off.

"My God!," she thought "He's beautiful!" He was standing there above her. His chest, those broad shoulders, his long legs ... and the evidence of his desire. Alan knelt between her legs and lifted her feet to his shoulders. He then began kissing, and nibbling, and licking at her very core. She could not be still, but writhed under his greedy mouth. Suddenly she cried out, shuttered, and arched her back. He had made her cum for the first time. 

He replaced his tongue with first one, then two of his fingers. With his thumb he rubbed her clit in small circles. She moaned again, grasping his hand and holding him there. She was lost in a world where only she and Alan and the sunlight existed. Then she came again. As Alan laid down beside her, her eyes opened and she smiled at him. "Thank you", was all she said.

Then, getting on her knees she bent over him. First taking his engorged cock in her hands then she began by kissing the crown. She finally opened her mouth and took him in. Her tongue darted around and over his cock until she heard him groan, then she took each of his balls, one at a time, to her mouth and suckled them.

Finally they could wait no longer. "I want to be in you now", Alan said and she laid back and spread her legs inviting him. 

As her first entered her he thought "Oh, Jesus! She's almost as tight as a virgin!" But within a few thrusts she opened to him, sheathing him in a warmth he had not known for a long time. They began their erotic dance with her legs wrapped around his waist. Becky tensed her inner muscles, squeezing him, as he thrust in, relaxing them as he drew out. He lost himself in her.

When he could stand no more, when he felt his loins bubbling up, he said "Cum with me", and she did.

It was seconds or minutes or a hour later when he realized he had collapsed on top of her, fully satiated. He rolled to one side, pulling her close to him and kissing the top of her head.

"It's my turn to thank you", he said and she cuddled in closer to him with one leg possessively around his.

They lay there for a while when he said, "I will be going home in a couple of days."

"I know. But we needn't talk about that now." replied Becky.

They fell asleep then, wrapped in each other's arms. Becky was the first to wake and began to get dressed. Her moving from him had awaken him and he watched her. Then he got up and began dressing himself. She walked up to him and hugged him close. Then she said, "I don't know what to say ..."

And Alan said, "That's okay, neither do I".

Hand in hand they walked back to the car. There was no need for words now.

The Picnic was Their Undoing Ch. 02



Becky and Alan didn't talk much on their drive back to town. Each one was lost in what had just happened between them. Becky didn't know if she should be embarrassed, Alan didn't know if he should apologize.

Becky thought, "I should be embarrassed. Throwing myself at him like some trollop." But she knew she wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. She had wanted him ever since the first moment he walked in to the foyer. And, if letting go of all the pent-up emotions and frustrations made her wanton, then she was just that. She smiled to herself, "A wanton. Who'd think that about me? Who could take one look at this middle-aged woman and think I'm a wanton?" 

She knew in her heart of hearts that where Alan was concerned that was just what she was and could already feel the longing to be held in his arms once more begin to take root.

Alan sat and looked out the window. Should he apologize? Taking advantage of her like that was totally out of character for him. Apologize? Hell no! He wasn't sorry he had taken her. She held for him an allure such as he had never known. He didn't know what it was, he couldn't put his finger on it, but she was the pinnacle of sensuality. He loved to watch her move, to see her smile, to just be near her. Apologize? Hell no, he wouldn't.

When they pulled into the drive Alan said, "I meant it when I told you 'thank you'. It was a wonderful afternoon, one I won't ever forget."

Becky looked at him and replied, "I meant it, too. You don't know how I've hungered for you since I first laid eyes on you. " Then she smiled and said "And, I hope you have a few more memories to take away with you."

As he got the picnic basket out of the back seat, they started walking toward the door. Alan returned her smile. He quickly pulled her behind a large honeysuckle bush and drew her in close for a kiss. "I was hoping it wouldn't be a one-time thing."

Her knees were made weak by his kiss, "I don't know how I'll manage it, but we'll be together again, that I promise you." 

As Alan put the picnic basket on the table, Becky said, "It's going to be such a lovely night out tonight, what with the full moon and all, I thought about having wine out on the front porch tonight. Would you care to join me?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much. I'm just going to go up to my room now and go over a few things from my aunt's house and take a shower. How about, say 7:00?"

"That would be just fine.," Becky said as she started to unpack the picnic basket.

She had just gotten the basket put away when her husband came in. Suddenly she felt very guilty. After all, the ED wasn't his fault. She quickly went over to kiss him. "Hon," he said, "I've got to go to visit my mother. She's getting some test done, and she's scared to death of what the doctor might find."

"Oh," Becky said, her hands were trembling and she could feel the blood thundering in her ears, "Of course, when are you leaving?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I packed while you were gone. I was only waiting around to tell you before I hit the road. I'll drive until I get tired tonight and stay in a motel, that would put me there about noon tomorrow. I'll call you tonight to let you know where I'm staying. Okay?"

"Okay." She said feeling ever guiltier, because she knew what the next few hours would bring. She kissed him and he gathered his bags out of the hallway, and was on his way before she could say anything else.

Suddenly alone, she thought of Alan. If he wanted her, then she would be his for the next couple of days.

Promptly at 7:00 Alan came out onto the porch. He had showered and changed. Becky looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. He looked so handsome standing there in his levis and a crisp white shirt casually rolled up almost to his elbows.

Becky poured him a glass of wine and motioned to one of the rocking chairs. They sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the moon and stars and listening to the crickets. He asked, "Where's your husband tonight?"

She replied, "He isn't here." She knew she should have told him more but didn't.

Alan took her hand in his and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. As he sipped his wine he thought, "I'd give anything to wake up with this woman." Not wanting to pressure her, his thoughts were left unsaid.

Becky finally got up the courage to ask him, "Would you leave your door unlocked tonight?"

"Yes, of course. But I wouldn't want you taking any risks ..."

"Don't worry," Becky's voice was thick and almost a whisper, "I won't. I'd better go up now." It was just a little after 8:00 when she entered her room. She had taken a glass of wine with her and noticed that her hand shook when she lifted it to her lips.

She got out her new negligee. It was almost transparent and a dark kelly green. She knew that her coloring was complimented by it. Then she took a bath, a long bath with fragrant oils in the water. When she got out she slipped the negligee over her head, checked her make-up, and brushed her hair. Then, drinking the last sip of wine, she headed to his room.

The phone rang and it was her husband. He had stopped in Indianapolis for the night. She talked to him for a few minutes, then hung up the phone.

Alan had sat on the porch for just a few minutes after Becky had left. Then he went into the dining room. He had noticed that there were candles in the sideboard, and he wanted to make sure everything was just right.

He went to his room and lit all the candles and scattered them about the room. He then turned down the bed. Suddenly the thought came to him that another bottle of wine would be nice, so he dashed back down stairs to the kitchen. He opened the frig and found one last bottle there. He quickly put it in an ice tub, filled it with ice, got a tray and put two glasses on in, and grabbed the corkscrew. Then he hurried went back to his room.

He sat the tray down on a table and was uncorking the wine when he heard his door open. He looked up and there she was. The light from the hallway shown behind her illuminating her body through the gown. He stopped and starred. Then he slowly put down the bottle and went to her, gathering her in his arms.

"Isn't this risky?," he asked.

"No. My husband has had to go upstate. He'll be gone for several days."

His lips captured hers and she leaned in against him. When the kiss finally broke, he decided that, even though he could feel his arousal already, he was going to take his time with her tonight.

He released her and walked over to shut the door. When he returned to her he stood at her back encircling her waist with his arms. Her head fell back against his chest as she fought to keep the breathe in her lungs. Slowly his hand went up to her breast, kneading them, running his thumbs over her nipples.

She gasped and her legs felt like butter. Her hands went to cover his and she tilted her face back. He could see the wanting in her eyes, but tonight he would see to it that she reached new heights before giving her release. His face slowly lowered as his tongue outlined her lips. Then he kissed her, gently this time, passion could wait a little longer. Her nipples grew instantly hard from his touch and her breast felt heavy and aching. 

He unhurriedly turned her around and held her back at arm's length, "You really are beautiful.," he said.

"It's been a long time since anyone said that to me."

"You should be reminded often of how truly beautiful you are," he whispered as he pulled her closer. This time as he kissed her his hands went around to her bottom, pulling her close to him, letting her feel the evidence of his desire for her.

Her hand ran down the front of his pants and stroked him. He took her hand from him and said, "Not yet." She looked into his dark eyes and saw all the burning desire there.

With one swoop he picked her up and carried her to the bed, there laying her down gently. He laid down beside her, propped up on one elbow looking at her. She didn't utter a word, but reached for his face, pulling his to her.

As he kissed her, his hands went down to her hips. He began to pull up the negligee ever so gradually. He wanted to take his time with her, wanted her anticipation to mount. When he finally got it about her waist, he hands moved to her belly then he caressed her thighs, first on the outside then on the inside.

Finally, he found the her center protected by wet, brown curls. Beyond those curls were her puffy neatherlips, swollen with yearning. He cupped his hand and watched her face. Her lids were heavy with passion, her tongue wetting her dried lips. He smiled to himself before moving his thumb just a little to find her clitoris. When he touched it she moaned, and spread her thighs to give him further access to her. He kept circling her clit until the first shudder claimed her. He thought watching her cum was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He gave her a minute to come down from the orgasm, then proceeded to lift her gown even further. She lifted her bottom to aid him, at last he had it over her head and had thrown it on the floor.

His head went to her breasts. He suckled then began nibbling and licking, first one then the other. She moaned to him, "Oh God, Alan! What are you doing to me?" He looked up with a slightly wicked grin on his face and said, "Why I'm making love to you, that's all."

He returned to her breasts and she felt his hand drift down her belly once more. He quickly found her pussy and put one then two fingers in it. As he plunged them back and forth she began to writhe. She couldn't speak, only make intelligible sounds. Then he felt her shudder again, her back arching, and the shudder became a quaking. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity before she relaxed her back and sucked in air to her lungs.

"Come to me now, Alan. Please come to me.," she was almost pleading.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his shoes. She lay there in her nakedness watching him. He finally got his pants and shorts off, and she held her arms up to him, beckoning him.

He eased down into her arms, clutching her tightly about the waist. She then rolled him over and she was on top of him. She kissed his face, his jaw, his neck. Then she went down and licked his nipples and he let out a little involuntary jerk. She let her tongue trail over his belly and the further down. 

Finally she was positioned between his legs. His rigid cock begging for attention. She began by holding it, by licking it like some kid with an all day sucker. Then she took him in her mouth. Slowly at first, when her head bobbed up her hand would move down his cock. He could no longer be still and started thrusting his hips toward the source of his pleasure. She smiled, then went a little faster. 

Holding him in her hand, she then licked down the underside of his cock to his balls. She pulled one into her mouth and laved it with her tongue, then the other one. Alan couldn't take any more, he reached down and pulled up on to his chest. 

He kissed her then, his tongue dueling with hers. She rose up and positioned herself over his cock and she guided him into her. She wanted desperately to feel him fill her again. Their activity in the afternoon had loosed her, but he gasped as she slowly lowered herself on to him. Her warmth was beyond belief. When she had taken his full length, she put her hands on his chest and began to ride him. Again, slowly at first, looking into his eyes the whole time. She swiveled her hips to feel his largeness in her.

He pulled her gently to him and took a breast in his mouth. As her excitement increased, so did her speed, until finally they could hold off no longer.

Their culmination was like nothing either one had ever felt before. Becky's head jerked back and she screamed, Alan grabbed her hips and pushed her down on him. 

They were only one at this point, no longer two people. Soaring together through the universe. At once spent, Becky fell gasping on Alan's chest. As she tried to catch her breath, he pushed an errant lock of hair from her face.

He tenderly rolled her over to one side. Cradling her in his arm, the other one thrown across her waist.

The only thing she said before drifting off to sleep was "Uhmmmmm."

He watched her as she slept. Then he got up, blew out the candles, and went back to bed. He pulled the covers over them, put a possessive arm across her waist, and drifted off to sleep himself.