The Lake of George

Posted November 8, 2010

Hey! Sorry about the hiatus-things have been crazy here in Lezzie Land.  Sheri is starting a new career path.  After over 20 years in the retail industry she is going to get her real estate license.  I am thrilled for her and I know she'll kick ass and take names. *insert round of applause*

I am moving closer to her.  Yay.  We're currently about 40-45 minutes away from one another and I'm moving to the halfway point between her and work so I'll be 20 minutes from both.  It's a big step for me because I'm finally leaving my parents house at the young age of 27 and I am scared shitless.  I am the baby and a homebody and if I won't take care of my parents, who will?  So here's to new journeys.

Now on with the show!

The year we went to Memphis we also took another vacation later on.  It was my 25th birthday approaching and I wanted to do something big with just us.  A few months out we were throwing around ideas and my co-worker was talking about how she and her husband and a few friends had gone camping in Lake George, NY.  I mentioned it to Sheri and she remenisced fondly "We took the camper up to Lake George all the time when I was little.  Every weekend we'd go there and I'd play tennis..." and she'd ramble off a list of things that she and her parents did before her father suddenly passed away when she was 14.
My birthday is in October right around the height of the autumn season and I knew it'd be gorgeous in upstate NY that time of year.  I told her where we were going, I left it up to her to pick the place we were staying.

If I have never told you, Sheri is a jokester.  She likes to do and say things that will rile me up and then she sits back and laughs at how flustered I get.  Apparently, me going apeshit amuses her.  Go figure.
We were maybe about a month away from my birthday and I had been pestering her about where we were going to stay.  "Well, I thought we'd just hop in the car and find a place when we get there."

Uhh, how about not?

This did not sit well with me as I like to know what to expect.  I thought with the change of the season Lake George would be a huge tourist spot and I wanted to make sure we had a nice room and a bed at the end of our roadtrip and not staying at some Murder Movie Motel with a manager with shifty eyes.  I shot down that idea in a high pitched squeal saying that under no circumstances are we to just DRIVE there and wing it.  Nuh uh.

THEN she starts sending me links for these little rinky dink motels that look like the decor hasn't been updated since 1974 saying "Oooh, how about this? This looks like it could be fun."

Yeah-if I wanted to sleep in 35 years of splooge and blood. 

We ended up booking a room at the Hampton Inn right around the corner from the Lake.  As the date approached I got excited because the one thing I wanted to do was go Horseback Riding.

Ha, I did-in more ways than one.

When we go away I always splurge and buy some sexy little number.  Normally it makes Sheri uncomfortable because she likes to be the one in control but when I dress up the power shifts to me.  This was no exception.  I bought black and pink tie up corsette with matching lace undies, a garter belt, and sheer black thigh highs with some very tall black high heeled shoes.

Now I would like to make you all aware that dressing sexy is in no way like it seems in the movies.  We got to our hotel and checked in and made our way up to our room on the second floor.  It happened to be near the balcony to the lobby and I issued a blanket apology in my mind to all of those who would hear our moans and screams of pleasure throughout the weekend.  After unpacking the necessities I grabbed my outfit out of my suitcase and bolted into the bathroom seemingly unnoticed.

Sheri knows my act though.  She knew I'd be walking out in something...or nothing.

So I'm in the bathroom shredding my clothes off marathon style.  My pants are in a heap on the floor, my bra was flung somewhere over the shower rod, and I'm breaking a slight sweat to make it seem like I'm not taking forever.

I wiggle into the underwear and strap the corsette on.  Garter belt on, thigh highs on, and here comes the fun part.  Trying to hook the thigh highs to the...I have no idea what hangs from the garder belts, the clips I guess they're called.  If you can do this in under 30 seconds, God bless you.  I sat there for what seemed like minutes trying to get the damn fabric into the clip and for it to stay shut.  I'm twisting and turning in the bathroom, grunting.  I hear her call "You alright in there?" 

"Yeah, I'm good.  I'm just uhh....umm...I'll be out in a sec!"  Finally I strip off the stockings and hook them before putting them back on.  It's really hard to twist your body 180 degrees to get the back clasp on.
Finally after a few minutes I am dressed, I poof my hair, throw some toothpaste in my mouth, adjust my boobs, and saunter out like I had been wearing this gettup the entire time.

I swing open the door and stick a leg out.  I round the corner and she's sitting on the couch with that stupid smile on her face.  "I knew you'd come out in some sort of outfit."

I do a little turn and ask "You like?"

"Mmmhmm, now let's take it off."

I didn't want to take it off just yet.  It took me freakin forever to get into it!  I had her take some pictures and I did a little twirl and stuck out my ass.  I did shake my booty and get a little jiggy wit' it.  Nothing makes her laugh more than watching me dance, more so when I'm scantily dressed.

I did video tape the beginnings of the festivites.  For documentation sake, yanno.

We had a lot of fun that weekend.  We took a boat tour of the lake the next day.  The colors of the trees in the mountains surrounding the lake were awe inspiring.  We'd stand on the bow of the ship with her arms wrapped around me keeping me warm and when it got too cold or too windy we'd take shelter inside and snap pictures of every little island we passed.

And then we'd go back to the room and have more sex.

We walked around the little shops.  And for the record, Lake George was nearly deserted.  We could have just driven up and found a place.  I know for next time.

We also went for a drive up the tallest mountain there where from the top you could see Maine....wait...was it Maine?  I think so.  Maybe Vermont. 

You could see really far.

And then we'd go back and have more sex.

We had dinner at this cute little restaurant right on the lake at sunset.  It was romantic and I'd often sit there and stare out the window lost in the small waves licking the shore line.

And then we'd go back and have sex.

The next day we went Horseback Riding.  This...oh my God was so much fun.  The second Sheri got on the horse she just bursted out into a fit of hysterics.  I climbed on mind and was instantly afraid of either me falling off or the horse tripping.  I mean, how on earth can the horse know where it's putting it's back feet?  What if it stepped on a log wrong and rolled its ankle and fell?  I trip if I don't see where I'm going-wouldn't the horse?

It was a beautiful trail through the woods.  The trees were at the height of their color and we were surrounded by yellows, reds, and oranges.  They had a small dog that followed us and would run into the woods.  Then a few hundred feet up would emerge again wagging his tail.  What a life for a dog. 

I bet you're waiting for me to say then we went back and had sex.  But not that time.  Those horses and bouncing up and down did a number on our backs.  We hobbled back to the hotel room like a bunch of old fogies and threw ourselves across the bed and stayed there for the rest of the night.  I was exhausted and she was sitting up in bed watching TV and had her arm around me.  I was laying on my right side with my back to her using her arm as a pillow.  I was drifting and then my body jerked me awake and I realized-holy shit, this is the first time I've fallen asleep 1) first and 2) this close to someone.  Snuggling before sleep is all well and good but there comes a time to seperate and go on your respective sides of the bed.  That weekend we'd be spooning and I'd wake up a few hours later in the same position. 

Either I'm in love or I was so exhausted from all the sex (and her snoring, let's NOT forget her snoring)
We drove home on my actual birthday.  It's about a 4 hour drive home and the roads were vacant as it was a Sunday.  She's in the passanger seat and I'm cruising down the 2 lane highway and lose track of my speed.  And wouldn't ya know it, (Woooooo) goes the cop.  He did cut us a break for speeding because we had both a NJ and NY PBA card and only gave me a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt.

It was to the tune of some $80.00.  Happy birthday to me.  Sheesh!