this date in history
This date in Hot Action history: October 30, 1999.
It was a perfect autumn Saturday. The air was crisp and golden through-and-through. I was visiting Halifax for the weekend, mostly to get away from Shelburne, and I'd been wandering around town because I had nowhere to go.
I'd been in touch with her over email--I'll call her Catwoman--and we had made arrangements to meet in the Commons.
I was lying on the ground in a pile of leaves in my green hoodie, over near the playground and the skatebowl. I probably hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, crashed out on the couch at my old apartment. It felt good to be lying on my back in a sea of yellow and orange.
When you haven't seen someone in a while, there's always an element of wondering what it will be like to run into her again. But Catwoman came right up to me and jumped on top of me. She always gave the warmest welcomes. We just rolled around and around in a ball until we came to rest in some kind of weird twisted-up position. And rested that way for a while because it was so silly and oddly comfortable.
We went walking, downtown and all through the South End. Catwoman was animated and so good to talk to (at this point in my life, I was living on an abandoned army base, 20km from the nearest female). We wound up strolling into Point Pleasant Park.
Before thousands of trees were chopped down to thwart the mythical Spruce beetle, before Hurricane Juan flattened tens of thousands more, Point Pleasant Park was Halifax's lush forest paradise. It was one of the reasons I moved to this city. The secret trails and natural settings seemed to give the place an erotic charge.
Catwoman and I must have been feeling it that particular Fall day, because before long we were down on the ground making out on a carpet of moss and soft pine needles.
I wound up taking her from behind as dusk fell around us in the park. I loved the feeling of running my hands over her sexy ass in the dim light of the woods.
She was a petite woman with large, beautiful breasts. I reached up under her sweater to squeeze them, hard nipples against the palms of my hands. We weren't too far off the main trail and were trying to be quiet, but I was totally turned on by her words of encouragement as I slid my cock deep into her pussy.
By the time we were finished, it was so dark as to make it a bit of a challenge to find our way out of Point Pleasant. The park is huge, and the trails are confusing enough in the daytime. It was a bit scary and exciting. I think we wandered for fifteen or twenty minutes before emerging into the streetlights of Young Avenue, slightly flushed and sweaty from our experience.
At the time, October 30 was the latest in the year I'd had outdoor sex; a record that stood until November of last year.
~ Last night I made out with a woman outside in the rain at 4am. But then I decided I wanted to go home to bed, alone. I got on my bicycle and rode through the North End to my house.
Halifax has enough trees left after Hurricane Juan, there are still enough trees to coat the streets in yellow leaves.
Catwoman has a boyfriend now. I'm still hot for her.