A Stroll in May
by Victor Echo
Copyright© 2026 by Victor Echo
It was a typical May day in Toronto. Not warm, not really cold, by the standards of someone who lived outside Washington, DC, and the weather was already fifteen degrees warmer. Still, it was sunny, and the breeze was pleasant. Heather suggested I wear a light jacket, and if I had one longer than the typical bomber jacket I wore. I did as suggested, and we met at the ferry terminal to the Island. There was a light crowd, it being a Friday. Mostly university students and others going for a run or just to get some fresh air for the first time in several weeks of cold and rain. There were a few older couples, and no one paid us any attention as we boarded and crossed over.
We walked along the boardwalk, then turned onto one of the longer trails that wound around the island. Most of the time, it was crowded with walkers and strollers carrying little ones, but today it was quiet, with only a few cyclists in the distance. I offered Heather my hand, and we strolled in silence for a bit. As we walked, I noticed that she, too, wore a long jacket, in a lovely floral print that fell just below her ass. She wore a pink skirt with a pattern. It fell just above her knee. Her blouse was a pale pink, and the buttons stopped just above her cleavage. I realized at once that she was not wearing anything predominantly black, which was her usual color palette. In fact, the last time I remembered her not wearing black was more than a decade ago, when I picked out a floral skirt for her, and she actually wore it to work several times. I smiled to myself. If there was no black evident, then it was her lingerie, which I suspected was basic and utilitarian.
“Loonie for your thoughts?” she said, catching my grin.
“Just admiring the colors you are wearing. None of it’s black.”
“And?”
“And, I suspected that your lingerie was black. Not that it matters.”
“She smiled slightly as we continued to walk.”
That part of our life was over. We had been friends before we were lovers, and we had been lovers longer than either one of us probably thought we would be, but rather than a bloody fight, which I had been through with other former lovers, we had not fought. Just decided that we would never be compatible long term, even if we were compatible in the short run, and we stayed friends. So when she invited me to go for a walk with her, I said yes since I happened to be in the city.
“And what is that smirk for?” I asked.
She turned and pulled me against her, sliding her hands around my waist as I did the same. It was comfortable. I did not expect her to lean in, much less kiss me, but reflex, as much as anything, took over, and I was kissing her back for several minutes before she pulled back and looked into my eyes. She has lovely brown eyes, and I love looking at them.
I felt her pull me close against her, and I know she could feel my reaction. She smiled, a real smile that few have seen.
“Still works,” she said.
“I could have told you, if you’d asked.”
“Better to try it,” she said. “Come on, let’s go a bit more.”
We continued walking along the path, which curved away from the bulk of the island and toward the lake, with only a broad grassy lawn between the pavement and the water. Heather pulled me off the path, and we walked over to a bench, backed me up to it, and cuddled back up into my arms. We kissed again, and again the reaction was the same as before. I was breathless, my heart beating quickly, and my cock stiff in my pants.
She looked over both shoulders, seeing no one paying attention to us, and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. She looked at me, then down, and I saw the buttons above her waist were open.
“That’s new?”
She nodded.
“La Perla.”
“Correct.”
The smirk on her face was cover for her blush. I slipped a hand inside her blouse and ran my fingers up the soft skin until I cupped her breast and rolled her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She bit her lower lip and moaned quietly.
“Not black,” I observed.
“Not black, and you haven’t forgotten how to touch me.”
She leaned in and kissed me as I held her under her clothes. She shuddered as I did this, and her breathing was irregular. She pushed her weight against me, and my breathing became irregular.
“Touch me,” she gasped.
I slipped my other hand in and now cupped both her breasts. Her head rested on my chest, and her breathing was coming in pants as she shuddered against me.
“I’ve missed this. I didn’t think I would, but I have missed it,” she said.
I don’t know how long we played like this, but eventually she grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands out. I kissed her as I moved them back to her hips, and she quickly did her buttons up. She ran her hands over my shirt and then slipped the buttons loose until she could slide her hands inside.
“My turn,” she said.
She looked over her shoulder as she spread the fabric away from my body and planted her lips on my chest as her tongue circled my nipple. It was my turn to moan even as she slid a hand down over my erection and squeezed it through my pants. She moved to the other nipple and sucked it hard, drawing an even deeper moan from inside me.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to cum in my pants,” I gasped.
“Mmmm,” she hummed.
“Heather, I’m serious.”
“Anyone around?” she whispered as the sound of a bicycle became louder.
She pulled my shirt together and curled her hands around my waist.
“You do like to play with fire,” I whispered.
She kissed my neck.
“Tell me you don’t,” she said.
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