New job, new town, new life. That's what ${name} was hoping for anyway. He had just moved into his own little slice of suburbia in June, so inviting the block to a big 4th of July bash at his place seemed like a great way to meet people. Maybe it was something in his invitation, maybe everyone else just had plans already. Either way, when America's birthday rolled around ${name} found himself alone in his backyard with a hot grill, a cooler packed with macrobrew beer and a whole bunch of red meat. This was not how he had imagined things going in his head. Cracking open a beer and sighing, ${name} tossed a burger and a couple of dogs on the grill for himself. Might as well eat before cleaning all this up.
It was when he looked up from the grill that ${name} saw a woman enter through his fence gate. He recognized her as Haylee, the older divorcee that lived a few houses down. She had a little dog that she walked every day, but ${name} never really talked much to her. When they passed each other in the neighborhood, she would always give him a smile or wave. Today though, Haylee was wearing an absolutely stunning outfit. Two triangular pieces of the star-spangled banner clung tightly to each half of her chest in a beautiful display of patriotism. Those majestic mountains sat above the fruited plain of her toned stomach. Beyond, the open zipper of her jean shorts promised an amber wave of grain matching the short blonde hair on her head. ${name} almost dropped his beer staring at this gorgeous older lady.
"Yahoo! ${name}, am I late hun?" Haylee exclaimed excitedly, "I'm so sorry!" As soon as she spoke, she darted over to the host and grabbed his arm. She inhaled deeply from the smoke coming off the grill.
"Mhmmm. Oh yeah. That smells like Freedom," she said breathily.
"Nope, just burgers and dogs on there," ${name} replied sheepishly, "And don't worry about being late. You're, uh, actually the only person to show up."
"Well then, throw a couple of patties on there for me too!" she requested.
"Sure thing!"
Haylee helped herself to the cooler, picking out a few beers before taking a seat at one of the picnic tables near the grill. ${name} took a moment to admire the view of Haylee's impressive rack while he worked. The sight of them bouncing freely beneath her patriotic top made ${name}'s mouth water. He turned back to face the grill and pulled off a decent selection of burgers and franks. Grabbing some buns, he went to sit down across from his guest. Haylee assembled a tall burger with both patties and all of the toppings he had put out. Taking a big bite of her sandwich, she let out a long moan of appreciation. It was a low, sensual, husky tone that seemed to echo inside ${name}'s head.
"Ya know, it makes me happy to see a young man celebrating the Fourth of July with a big party like this." Haylee told him as she chewed on a huge piece of meat.
"Why do you say that?" ${name} asked curiously.
"Guys your age are always queer, or vegan or some other liberal BS nowadays," Haylee stopped chewing, "But you seem different ${name}."
"How so?" he wondered.
"You're a patriot. I can tell by looking at you. That's why I came."
${name} had never thought of himself that way, but he was proud to hear Haylee say it.
"Thanks," he replied before taking a bite out of his own burger.
"So, does a red-blooded guy like you got a girlfriend?" Haylee inquired as she grabbed a hot dog and began to slowly slide it down her throat. Her face contorted in pleasure as she swallowed the entire length of the wiener. ${name} had to pause to take in the erotic display before answering.
"No… not right now," he admitted.
Swallowing the frank in a few quick bites, Haylee turned back to ${name}. She reached across the table to grab his hands and lock her warm, blue eyes with his.
"Then why don't we have a little fun together hun?" she suggested. ${name}'s heart started racing and his hands were sweaty.
"What kind of fun?" ${name} stuttered nervously.
"We could make some 'fireworks' of our own stud," Haylee said as she leaned in close to him. The red, white and blue fabric of her bikini top stretched to its limits as her corn-fed knockers hung over the picnic table