The Company Picnic
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In many towns, small and not so small, there are clusters of birthdays nine months after two particular dates: New Years and Prom.
In Myriana the biggest cluster comes nine months after a different date:
The company picnic.
One night each summer, the oil refinery reserves the local amusement park for employees and their families. The refinery being the primary source of employment, most of the town shows up.
The oldest ride in the park is the log flume — an artificial river circuit, along which canoes made to look like hollowed out logs float lazily downstream one after the other. Upon reaching a steeply angled conveyer belt they’re carried high up onto a plateau where the river resumes, winding its way to an immense artificial mountain.
The mountain’s design being the reason for all those birthdays.
Inside is “The Enchanted Forest,” a large open space where the river winds back and forth, each log becoming separated from view of the logs ahead and behind, hidden on either side by the thickly spaced artificial trees. It grants two minutes of privacy to a bunch of teens for whom a moment alone together is life’s most precious commodity.
But for the married couple standing wordlessly on the log-flume platform, it wasn’t privacy they sought, but excitement. In line they’d passed the time by chatting, but as they neared the front their anticipation had built until it so occupied their thoughts that conversation was impossible.
The sun was leaving and the younger families were leaving with it, and as the light shifted from natural to artificial, the park took on an almost dreamlike feel.
Ten years ago they’d stood here with equal anticipation, though back then it had been tempered by a nervousness which kept them talking without pause. They’d been there as their parents’ guests, but now the husband was himself an employee, and they’d brought with them two young guests of their own — who would by now be leaving in the care of the wife’s mother.
They climbed into their log, the wife sitting back against her husband, and as they drifted off their minds drifted back through an immense mountain of memories to that first time.
Seeing a young couple in the log ahead, the wife looked back at her husband with a knowing smile.
They knew how it would happen for them. The girl would snuggle back against her guy, pulling his arms around her, feeling his excitement grow against her. In the forest’s dim light they’d kiss, their hearts beating with the rapidity of the pre-recorded cricket chirps.
That night they would ride no other ride, progressing further with every trip through the mountain, kissing becoming fondling, fondling becoming sucking, sucking becoming virginity lost. Each ride separated by a torturous wait in line.
This time the married couple would not be nearly so coy.
Seeing the young couple’s log rush ahead and disappear into the mountain’s dark entrance, the husband unzipped, his wife reaching back to take hold of his hard cock.
Soon they rushed ahead of the log behind them, levelling off again with a small splash.
Before their eyes had even adjusted to the dark, he was inside her. She’d known exactly what to do — lying forward on the padded bench seat, her legs straddling it, she lifted up for her husband to snatch up the skirt of her dress, exposing her bare ass and panty-less pussy to the cool air, replaced a moment later by the heat of his cock.
Gripping her tight, he began to pound her with the determination of a man who knows he has less than two minutes to cum. The wife willing him on, pushing back against him to better skewer herself, so wet she felt the vinyl seat-cover become slippery beneath her clit, pressed down into it with every thrust.
Their breaths and murmurs of pleasure lost in the fake forest sounds playing from unseen speakers.
Halfway through the light became red, the hokey and friendly fairytale setting giving way to a quieter, spookier part of the forest. The couple had to hush themselves — the feelings of pleasure intensifying with no other way to release them.
Hearing a thrilled scream from up ahead they knew they were nearing the exit.
The husband shortened his strokes and began to thrust even faster, feeling her open up for him, her velvet pussy becoming somehow even softer around his throbbing cock.
As the exit swung into view, framing the sunsetting sky, the husband reached out to grip the riverbank to slow them, needing a few moments longer to finish.
As their legs began to shudder, the log behind them appeared — the couple inside it as oblivious as they, the man laying back, his woman bouncing on his lap as she felt him begin to spasm inside her.
And as the log behind bumped into theirs, the husband was cumming as well, falling over his wife with the force of the impact and orgasm both.
The man behind sat up in a start, his panic vanishing upon seeing the mutuality of their predicament.
Looking back, the husband had the same reaction of alarm then relief.
They couldn't help but grin. The man raised a hand and the husband nodded back, the women sharing a bashful yet naughty smile, one looking over her shoulder, the other between her legs.
The husband let go and the canoe floated on, the man behind slowing his to let them get ahead of them again.
They’d just managed to put themselves together when they reached the exit, plunging down a long slide back to the lower level, striking it with a cascade of white water.
Walking away from the ride, still quivering and alive with post-orgasmic sensation, they passed the long line, wondering which of the people there would soon be sharing their own frantic and furtive moments deep within the mountain.
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