The Holiday Parade

 A month ago, you got a call from an old neighbor asking if you would drive your truck and trailer in the parade or let someone else. The man who used to do it, no longer can, and even though you aren’t an active member, you are still on the rolls, and it would be a great help to the organization. You agree to do it. When you were a kid, your parents were both active in the organization. Helping with the parade, community cookouts, bake sales, etc. You even remember walking in the parade behind an old truck, handing out flyers and bottles of water to people along the parade route. Your parents paid for your Lifetime membership when you finished college and moved near your hometown. You even attended a few meetings of the “Men’s Group”, but after a while it seemed boring to you, and you stopped. Some of your neighbors still attend and tell you what’s going on, but you just politely nod.

You really didn’t have anything planned for the holiday, so you agreed. A letter from the parade committee arrived telling you where you and when you need to be.

So this morning you swept your flatbed trailer clean, cleaned out the bed of the pickup, connected everything, and headed out.

According to the directions, everyone is in the large parking lot of the shopping center at the edge of town. That makes sense, it is a large open area, room for folks to park and set up their floats and then line up on Main Street. Your spot in the parade is #156. Near the back but not at the end.

After you park, you wait for the others. You aren’t really sure who will show up. You don’t remember the Men’s group talking about the Parade. They focused on the Cookout afterwards.

Soon a couple of cars park near you. A few women get out, pulling coolers, bags of ice, and water. “Is the is the truck and trailer, this year?” an older woman asks. You drop the tail gates to both the truck and trailer. “Yes, ma’am it is.”

She puts down her cooler and grabs her cellphone. “Mable, bring the decorations and the sign. Yes, his trailer is perfect.” she says and hangs up. More women show up, some by themselves and others with kids in tow.

“That’s right, the parade was always the responsibility of the Women’s auxiliary.” you think.

You help where you can, but you almost feel like you are in the way. The women quickly tape and tie signs, streamers, and balloons all over the trailer and back of the truck.

You see one of the younger women, a summer blonde, wearing shorts and a halter. “How can I help?” you ask. She smiles at you. “Can you help move the cases of water from the back of my car?” You nod and happily assist. After about 15 minutes, everyone who volunteered arrived and is on either the trailer or the back of the truck.

The older woman who talked to you this morning, shakes your hand. “Hi, I’m Darline. I think we are ready. Do you need anyone inside the truck with you?” You smile back, “No. I know what to do. Let’s go. We are spot #156.” you say and climb in behind the wheel. You drive very slowly to ensure that no one bounces or falls out.

Your spot is not too bad. There is a church choral group singing on a flatbed trailer in front of you, and a kid’s gymnastics team behind you. You look at your watch and you have about 30 minutes until the parade starts. When you were a kid, you hated this.

Some of the ladies are already passing out water to the people at the side of the street.

The sun is bright, and the air is still and hot. You can’t wait to get going.

“Would you like a water?” It’s the blonde. “Thanks, but I thought these were for the spectators.”

“Yes, but we can’t have our driver sweating and becoming a heat casualty, can we?” She smiles broadly as she hands you a cold-water bottle.

You take a sip, and it feels really good. “Thanks, I must have been thirstier than I thought.” you say. “Thank you…”

She extends her hand, “I’m Carrie.” You shake it and smile back. You don’t see a wedding ring, but it is a hot day and maybe she took it off.

A motorcycle goes down the line. “The parade starts in 5 minutes.” the driver calls on a bullhorn.

You start your truck again and hear other vehicles up and down the line get ready. The choir ahead of you is singing a gospel song you don’t recognize, but then again you aren’t a religious person.

Once the parade starts, your job is easy. Keep focused on driving. Keep your speed slow and keep the distance between your truck and the trailer ahead of you, a steady and safe distance.

Aside from the choir in front of you, you hear marching bands; probably from the local schools; sirens from the fire engines and police cars; and cheers from the spectators along the route, cheering and waving to each group as they pass.

“This isn’t too bad. I could do this next year if they need.” you think to yourself.

After driving very slowly for over an hour you arrive at the center of town. The local politicians are all waving as an announcer reads the names of each group as they pass.

You hear your group’s name and cheers erupt from the back and the trailer. You continue following the vehicle ahead of you, until you see the large parking lot where the parade is breaking up.

You park in an empty space. Getting out and stretching your legs for a bit you watch all of the women climb off. Some are hugging and congratulating each other for another successful year. You see Darline “I’m happy that everyone’s happy but why is everyone so happy?” She smiles broadly. “We handed out all of our flyers and most of the water bottles. The crowd was happy to see us, and we feel appreciated by the community. We should have a successful cookout this afternoon.”

“Okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Can you drive some of back to the other parking lot? So, we can get our cars. Plus, we need to undecorate your truck and trailer.” She asks.

“Of course. Whenever the road is clear.” She points to a detour sign “Follow that.” Then she turns to the ladies. “Ladies, those of you who need to get your cars, please get back on the trailer. Our gallant driver will return us to the beginning. For those who don’t, we will see you at the cookout.”

In a minute, she bangs on the side of your trailer. “We are loaded and ready.”

You look in the mirror and see a few women sitting down. You hold a “thumbs up” out the window and go. The women cheer. It takes less time to return but you still go slowly. Once you park, they start pulling off signs, streamers, and balloons. Someone has a large trash bag for all of the rubbish. The signs are all stacked and taken by a woman you haven’t met yet. “It must be Mable, who Darline talked to on the phone.” you think to yourself.

“Thank you again.” Darline says, “It is good to see you younger fellows taking part in the organization.”

“Happy to do my part.” you say without thinking.

“See you at the cookout.” she says as she heads to her car.

“Are you going to the cookout?” asks Carrie, who looks to be the last one.

“She really is beautiful” you think to yourself.

“Ah, I really hadn’t thought about it. I’m not really active in the organization.” She stands closer to you, “You really should. At least have a plate of food. Maybe you and I can talk in the shade.” she says with a flirty smile. “See you there.” she says walking away and swaying her hips.

You drive home and drop off the trailer, then head to the organization park.

When you were a kid, your parents would take you to the park to play.

Pulling up into the parking lot you see “Civic Organization Open Cookout! All are welcome!” “How old is that sign?” you ask yourself. “It can’t be the same one I remember as a kid.”

There are a lot of cars. Mostly older models. You hear laughter and music. Kids are running and playing, as you head for the pavilion. You smell the smokey scent of various grilled meats. Grabbing a plate you get in line. The food all looks so good, and you fill up your plate with your favorites.

There is an empty table, so you sit. A few older people look at you and smile. They look familiar but after a while they all do.

“His parents would be so proud of him.” you hear the voice of one of your childhood neighbors say. You look over to see Mr. and Mrs. Jones talking to Darline. You hadn’t seen the Jones’ in a long time. You wave back and take a bite of food.

“Is this seat taken?” You hear Carrie ask.

With your mouth still full you try to stand up and motion for her to sit down, but it doesn’t come off as smooth as you would like. Regardless she smiles and sits.

“It really is nice to see you here. The ladies all appreciate what you did.”

Finally swallowing and clearing your mouth. “It really wasn’t that much. Anyone with a truck and trailer could have done it.” you respond humbly.

“That might be true, but we called around to rent a truck and trailer and that would have been half of our parade budget. We lucked out when the Men’s committee told us they had a member with a truck and trailer. I think we were surprised to see you, being we don’t see you here often.’

“I came because I was asked.” you answer truthfully.

Both of you chat and eat. From time to time some older friends of your parents come by and ask how they are doing. More than one person tells you how happy they are to see you here. You and Carrie continue talking and relaxing. When the live band starts, you both clap and sing along. “Do you dance?” she asks. “I haven’t in a while.” you answer.

She pulls you on the dance floor during a quick song. You do your best to move in time, but you are out of practice. She smiles and moves closer as the next song is slower. “Can you dance to this one?” she asks. “I’ll give it my best.” This is easier, as you hold her tightly against your body. She feels warm and comfortable in your arms. It has been a while since you slow danced, and you are getting hard. You try to focus on your feet but her hands in yours feel good and her legs against yours feel so right. The song ends. She kisses you on the cheek and sits down.

As you sit down too, “I thought you might need a moment to sit down and ease some of your excitement.” she says glancing down. “I’m glad you are happy to dance with me, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you aroused.” she continues in a low tone.

You smile back. “I think we have two options. 1, we sit here, and you try to ‘calm me down’ or 2, we go somewhere, where you can make use of it.” You wink.

“I know where to go.” She says as she takes your hand. You go into the building. Most folks have been going in and out primarily to use the toilets and washrooms.

She leads you down a hall with doors marked “Meeting Room”. She takes a key from her pocket and unlocks a door. The room is dark, and she doesn’t flip on the lights, but there is a little light from the window. You see a table, with chairs around it, and along the walls are a couple of couches. She locks the door behind you.

Leading you to one of the couches she strips off her top showing her small firm breasts.

“Show me what you’ve got.” she whispers.

You undo your shorts and drop them on the floor. Your hard cock making a tent in your underwear.

She gets on her knees and pulls your dick free. “I wish I could turn on the lights so I could get a good look at it, but I like how it feels.” she says in a soft voice. She licks the tip and then down the shaft. “You taste good too. But I really want you inside of me.” She stands up, kisses you and pushes you onto the couch.

Stripping off her shorts and panties, she gets on the couch and lowers herself on you. She feels so wet and warm as she guides your hard cock into her. Going down and up, taking more of you each time she goes down, she finally gets all of you inside of her. She rocks back and forth. Her breasts rubbing against your t-shirt. You pull it off, and feel her nipples rub against yours.

She rides you harder and faster, bouncing up and down on the couch. You start to moan, and she puts her hand over your mouth. Nodding you keep your lips together as she rides in slower, longer motions. Her clit rubbing against your trimmed pubic bush.

She bites her lower lip trying to muffle the sound. Then she grips you tightly as she cums.

“I’m not done yet.” you whisper in her ear. She nods and climbs off of you. Before you can do anything, she is sucking you. Her mouth and tongue feel almost better than her pussy. She sucks you deeply as she strokes your shaft. You put your knuckle to your mouth and bite as you cum.

She then stands up and kisses you, putting your cum into your mouth. You’ve never had someone do that. You swallow but are still surprised. “Why did you do that?” you whisper.

“It’s yours. I thought I should give it back to you.” she whispers playfully.

Quickly you get dressed. “Now go to the restroom and wash up. This way, people won’t ask where you were.” She says as she leads you into the hallway.

After taking a few minutes to clean and wash up, you head back to the pavilion. Carrie follows behind you and takes your hand. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. But I should go home. Maybe I will see you around.” she says as she kisses your cheek.

You watch her walk away. One of your parents’ friends comes up, “I am glad to see you. That is what this organization needs, more of you younger people. Are you going to start being more active?” You look at him and smile. “I think so. If fun times in the organization are like this, then I need to be part of it more often.”

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