It was flooding again. At least they had some warning this time. And so it began. They moved the contents of their entire house upstairs to set up living arrangements on the second story dance floor of the restaurant. They were intent on waiting out the week or two it would take to get The Town back together.
It was never a case of if it would flood again. It was a question of when. It was always going to flood again… maybe not for a year or two, and maybe not as high as last time, but it would flood again.
Jack and Kristie had been through this countless times before and by now they had a system. Put up what you can, but expect the worst. There were no guarantees where Ma Nature was concerned.
They moved the liquor and beer up in the elevator if the power was still on or up the back ramp with a dolly if not. They had the pool table and jukebox moved out of town into storage if time allowed. The carpets would just be ruined again.
The whole town was under water. It was like a giant lake with The River running down Main Street like it belonged there. But Jack and Kristie were quite enjoying themselves up in the second floor Redwood Lounge. They had both gas and candle light. The kitchen was fully stocked with anything they could possibly need for a month if necessary.
After all that work and a few drinks, they were beginning to feel romantic. Jack hoisted Kristie up onto the redwood bar where so many patrons sat over the years drinking their drinks and telling their stories. The rain was pouring outside, but they had a nice fire going in the wood stove. The candle light flickered, and they began the familiar caresses of a long married couple.
They felt safe and unable to be interrupted with the protection the raging lake below them. They forgot about the new smoking deck they had installed to comply with the regulations banning smoking inside the restaurant. Unknowingly the new deck made a perfect boat dock in the current atmospheric torrent.
Jack and Kristie were really getting into it. The hardness of the bar against her back pushed her pelvis up to meet the hardness of Jack’s prick. Just then they heard the voices of two of their friends call out.
“Hey, the rain let up for a minute, so we thought we’d row over to check on you guys…”
“Nice boat dock,” the second friend said as he realized what they had walked into. Jack jumped down off the bar and helped Kristie down. She pulled down her skirt as Jack pulled up his pants.
“You better never tell anyone about this!” she warned, but secretly she loved the thought of getting caught enjoying themselves at their age. Twenty-five years after their prime, still wild and crazy, having Sex on a Bar….
(First published 3/8/12)
