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THE PICNIC
Date: 2/9/2017, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... and looked across at me with those big, blue eyes, waiting. Holding my lobster fork, I dipped the generous piece of meat into the clear butter and then leaned over and put the morsel into her mouth, watching her silly grin as she closed her mouth and started to happily chew. I had to use my napkin to dab away the butter from her chin but I laughed as I started to realize that my little s****r was showing all the classic signs of getting tight. "Are you okay, Ellie?" I asked her. "Yes. Feed me!" And her mouth again opened like a baby bird's and I again filled it with lobster and dabbed her chin. "You're not getting tipsy, are you, s*s?" "No. Feed me!" "Okay," I said. "But this is the last time." "Why? Don't you like feeding me?" "You know I do, but we've run out of lobster." "Aw. Basil the waiter brought us rum caramel cheesecake as desert and we sat, for a time, and finished our champagne with Ellen looking around the dining room at the 17th and 18th century paintings on the wall. That's when the maitre d' came to our table and informed us that another table was waiting for us in the ballroom and the orchestra was to start momentarily. "That sounds like fun," Ellen said excitedly. "Take me there, Danny." I stood and collected my s****r from her chair and then e****ted her through the arched doors into the hotel's grand ballroom. It was grand too. It featured high ceilings with crystal ...
... chandeliers and oil paintings on the walls. Bistro tables surrounding a shiny hardwood dance floor and a raised area where a fifty-piece orchestra was just tuning up. The tables were filling with people in formalwear but a member of the hotel's staff led us to a table near the far end of the floor. "Isn't this nice?" Ellen said as I assisted her to her seat. "I'd love to dance. I haven't been dancing in so long." "Well," I said, "I could go sit somewhere else and someone will come and ask you to dance pretty soon. You look so beautiful tonight, Ellie. You won't have to wait long." "What are you, crazy?" she said as she grabbed the sleeve of my dinner jacket and pulled me down into the seat beside her. "I'm not dancing with anybody but you tonight, Danny Murtry." "Me? You want to dance with me?" "Of course, silly. Why wouldn't I?" "Jeez, Ellie. Do you remember your sixteenth birthday party when Mom put on music and you were all dressed in that frilly, white satin dress?" "With the lace? Yes, I remember." "You looked so beautiful that night and you danced with every boy there. Including Eddie." "Eddie Buchanan?" Ellen laughed. "God, I hadn't thought of him in years. What was it you called him? Albert something?" "Alfred E. Neuman." "Yes," Ellen laughed, her blue eyes reflecting her memories as she smiled with her thoughts of that long ago night when she was sweet ...