We saw the van, one of those nice camper vans in a large wide spot, the hood up, a sure indication that something was wrong. Being the good little boy and girl scouts that we were, Naomi, my wife, and I stopped to see if 'whoever' needed some help, not that there would be any other reason they would be parked out in the middle of nowhere with the hood open, especially one with a license plate from Colorado, a longgg ways away.
We were on the gravel road running along the eastern base of the Steens Mountains in Southeast Oregon, rough, vertical cliffs of the Steens on one side, the dry Alvord Desert on the other. I seriously doubt there's a more desolate place in the state. We were a very long and bumpy twenty-eight miles off the highway and hadn't seen another car all day. Even the highway had seemed deserted.
I'm not a mechanic by any stretch of the imagination, and Naomi isn't either. Miss Vito on 'My Cousin Vinny' we were not, but at least we could rescue somebody out of the desolation.
I parked behind the van, and Naomi stayed in the car while I walked up to find out what the problem was. There was no one in the driver's seat, so I knocked on the entrance door to the van. It only took a moment for the door to open, and inside was a young woman who simply took my breath away. She was dressed the way I'd always imagined Naomi; ridiculously short, Daisy Dukes, low on her hips, and a thin white, blouse, the kind tied right below her boobs, leaving her tight midriff nice and bare. She was fine, VERY fine in fact, obviously many years younger than Naomi and me, early thirties, probably.
And I felt guilty for ogling when I realized she'd been crying, her eyes red with tear streaks running down her cheeks.
"Oh, thank God," she said, "I've been sitting here for hours," wiping tears from her cheeks.
"What's the problem?" I asked her, hoping beyond hope that I could help her. Damn, she was pretty.
"Dead battery," she said, "I stopped to walk up the trail, and when I got back, it was dead."
I looked, the trail she was talking about led up into one of the pretty canyons coming down off the Steens.
"I think I have a jumper cable," I told her.
"Think you can get my motor started again?" she asked, looking about as hopeful as I'd seen on a woman's face.
"If it's just the battery, yeah, pretty sure," I told her, my heart going pitter-patter noticing that ass as she turned to get something. And what an ass it was! Of course, I haven't seen many ladies in shorts like those, either.
I walked back to the pickup, that view still clear in my brain and I told Naomi what was going on, just not everything, like that sexy ass, or the rest of her, either. She drove the pickup alongside the van so the cables would reach.
Naomi got out, leaving the engine running, and was talking to the girl while I hooked up the cables, thankful that it seemed to be something so simple. Once it was all connected, I told her she could try to start her van.
She climbed in, turned the key and it started right up. While she was getting out with a huge grin on her face, her tears obviously a thing of the past, I unhooked the cables and was stowing them in the back when I heard her ask my wife, "Can I kiss your husband?"
I had to smile, I hadn't been kissed by another female since Naomi and I married almost twenty-two years earlier, especially one who looked like this. Well, except for my mom, but that hardly counts.
"Honey, you can kiss him, borrow him, do whatever you think you're woman enough to do," Naomi told her. Thank God I still had my arms over the bed of the pickup putting the cables back in their proper place, no doubt I'd have fallen from the shock if I hadn't been holding onto something. Thankfully, too, I didn't have a mouthful of iced tea or pop, I'd no doubt have spit it out, choking and hacking.
My wife and I have had this standing joke for about the last fifteen to twenty years about some pretty girl 'borrowing' me. She'd point out some pretty, young thing and suggest that she'd no doubt like to 'borrow' me for a little bit. We both knew she was kidding when she said it, and other than that little idiosyncrasy, Naomi was about as strait-laced and conservative as they come.
Her teasing would invariably make me hard, thinking about the girl, and what Naomi and I would get up to later that night, talking about what she might have done with me. I was a high school math teacher and wrestling coach, in damned good shape for my forty-two years, and Naomi was constantly teasing me about how much fun the girl would have. But that was as far as it ever went, no one else ever knowing about our little 'borrowing' game, and no way in hell would we ever go beyond the fun teasing.
Now, she'd gone and told this sexy, gorgeous girl she could 'borrow' me? What the fuck!
I'm sure my face was still showing the shock when this woman, I still didn't even know her name, strode the few steps over to me, a huge smile on her face, threw her arms around my neck, and planted her lips on mine.
Fuck! This wasn't just a 'thank you' kiss, either, it was open mouth, tongue, and all, with those soft lips. Right in front of my wife!
And hell yeah, if Naomi wanted to play this game, I kissed her back just as hard... and enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Like I said, it'd been twenty-two-plus years since I'd been kissed like that by anyone other than Naomi.
I discovered something else, too, there was no bra strap across her back, and those felt like really nice tits pressed against my chest, under her thin shirt.
She finally pulled away and whispered just loud enough to hear, "I hope your wife meant what she said, I've been out here eleven days and am really, really... you know what."
This was NOT how I'd expected this day to unfold when Naomi and I decided to make the trip to the Alvord desert that morning.
"I heard that," Naomi said with a smile on her face, "shall we go inside?"
Fuck!! The woman opened her door and followed Naomi inside. Me? My knees were shaking so badly that I wasn't sure I could take that step up without falling flat on my face.
I managed it, though, my heart racing, my brain with no fucking idea what to do.
There was a twin-sized bed in the back of her van, another bunk above. She sat down on the lower one and patted it beside her, "Come, take a seat," this goddess told me.
I checked with my wife one more time, this was a bit out of the ordinary for us, and I wanted to be sure I understood. She motioned for me to go ahead and sit.
"You can tell me to stop," she told Naomi, "but until you do..." and she leaned over, pulled my head toward her with her hand, and met my lips once again.
Oh God! When was the last time Naomi and I had kissed like that? We kissed... a lot. But this girl...! Hot fucking damn! I'm not even going to try and describe what she was doing to me. Use your imagination, except I'm pretty damned sure it'll fall far short.
We fell back on her bed, lips still locked together, no-name girl pulling us together. I had NEVER made out with a girl, not even knowing her name. Never with someone I'd met fifteen minutes before, either... or anyone who looked quite like her. There were a LOT of firsts going on that afternoon.
She pulled away, leaving me panting, barely able to catch my breath, "I've never had a stranger undress me before, wanna be the first?"
I looked over at Naomi again, just sitting there. Well, maybe not JUST sitting there, she had her hand down inside her pants, not making any secret of what those fingers were doing. I kinda sorta took that as a 'go ahead', undress her.
Like I said, her blouse was one of those tied below her boobs. She watched my shaking fingers as I pulled the bow-tie knot, then undid the two buttons above, letting it fall open. There wasn't nothin' underneath, which I already knew, but seeing is a whole, helluva lot different than just knowing.
"I've been told they make a nice mouthful," she said, as she pulled my head down. Hell, I wasn't gonna deny the lady. My mouth clamped onto her right tit, sucking that oversized, hard nipple right in.
Naomi's always complained about her boobs being small. Well, they are, but she's a small woman, only five-two, hundred-twenty-four pounds. But just right for her body... and a very nice mouthful at that.
This woman couldn't ever have complained about being too small. She had to be at least two bust sizes bigger. Softer, too, except that hard nipple. I sucked, sucked hard. She moaned loudly. You know, like she was enjoying the hell out of a strange guy sucking her tit, her hands on the back of my head, pulling me down, not that I was complaining. Another first to rack up on the list.
My hand was feeling up her other tit at the same time, rolling her nipple. I figured right then and there, I HAVE to get this girl's name and phone number, even if it is somewhere way up in Colorado.
Oh, think I forgot to mention, Naomi and I live in Bend, not that it really matters, except that it's a very long way from anywhere in Colorado. Maybe I'm rambling, but remembering sucking that tit tends to do that to a guy.
Yeah, my dick was hard, too. It had been ever since... well, when she opened the door and I saw who was stranded and what she was wearing. But by the point of sucking her tit in my mouth, listening to her moans, it was almost ridiculously hard, something that Naomi has commented about, how swollen and hard my dick gets whenever we consummated her 'borrowing' game. This particular instance was 'consummating' it on an entirely new level, one that I knew would be remembered for a very, very long time... and we were barely getting started.
Things were getting completely out of hand, my dick's tolerance for waiting was nearing its end, and my fingers, too. They were on the button of her Daisy Dukes, frantically trying to get it undone and our lips finding each other's again, this time frenetic in our zeal, totally uncontrollable. I can't even begin to describe!
She lifted her hips, and I managed to push her shorts down so that she could kick them off. The girl was wearing nothing except a thong, practically nothing. God, I wished Naomi... never mind.
I started stripping my clothes off, and she pushed off the thong, completely naked... and bare! I'd never seen a 'bare' woman before, what a freakin' turn-on (as if I wasn't already).
She scooted back on the bed, spread her legs apart, and pushed my head down between them, leaving no doubt what she wanted. And I was perfectly willing to provide. She screamed the moment my tongue pressed between her lips. I was beyond any effort at subtlety, my tongue spreading those bare lips apart and groping as deeply inside her as I could, my mouth finding her swollen clit and sucking, her hips bucking, loud moans coming from her. I must have been doing something right.
I was most definitely going to convince Naomi to shave, wax, or whatever women did down there.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," she kept repeating, along with swear words that I'd never heard before. God, she was vocal, so much more than Naomi. Her pussy felt and tasted different, too. Well, especially with how bare it was, but that wasn't the only thing, not by a long way.
She grabbed my hair, pulled me to her, her body shuddered, and she screamed, my tongue inside her pussy.
After her climax, she pushed me away, "I didn't happen to bring any condoms, don't suppose you have one in your pocket?"
I laughed, this wasn't exactly the type of thing I went prepared for on an everyday basis. "Didn't think so, I know I'm clean and on the pill, you okay with that?" she asked.
I looked over at Naomi, just to, you know, be sure. What I saw left me stunned. Naomi was on the chair she'd been on the whole time, but now with her pants and panties down around her ankles, one hand's fingers working in and out of her pussy, the other pinching her nipple where she'd taken off her shirt and bra. I had never, not a single time in our twenty-two years, seen Naomi masturbating! Her eyes were open, her mouth open, moaning, She looked straight at me, "Don't you DARE fucking stop!" she moaned out. I had NEVER heard my wife using the 'F' word before that instant.
I guess I kinda took that as permission to continue what... hell, still didn't know her name, and I were doing, even... what came next.
I turned back to her, "I'm fine," I told her. Understatement of the friggin' century!
"Thought so," she said, pushing me down on my back so that my cock was poking straight up. One thing I've never given Naomi was reason to complain about the size of my dick, a very thick and hard six inches, typically; at least seven, maybe more right then. Anyway, it seemed to make this girl happy enough. She scooted up my body, held my cock underneath her, and let herself down.
Oh fuck! I couldn't believe this was happening. My dick was being swallowed inside this gorgeous creature, and I'm not sure there's ever been a feeling quite the same. Hot and slick don't even begin to describe; exquisite, surreal, hell, there aren't words!
Thank God Naomi and I had made love just the night before!
She took my breath away, totally. By the time she was resting on my pelvis, I was gasping. My heart must have been at least a thousand beats per minute. She rocked back and forth, and it was a damned good thing we weren't in a park with other people within a hundred yards, the moan I let out.
"Suck my tits," I heard somewhere off in the distance. I gripped around her waist, bucked my hips, and pulled her to me, latching onto the first nipple I could find.
"Ohh, yes, bite it!"
I was always so careful with Naomi's nipples, they're so tender. This girl, whose nipple was in my mouth, whose pussy my dick was inside, swelling to nearly bursting, was NOT Naomi! I bit down, gently at first, until I heard a "Harder."
It felt like I was going to draw blood, but she was going wild, bouncing on my cock, fingers wrapped around my hair, pulling me to her, letting out scream after scream.
I haven't the faintest friggin' clue how long it was, how many times my cock had impaled her, seemingly going deeper each time, until I felt her tightening, her body stiffening and shuddering, screams getting louder, and I exploded inside her, feeling like Mount Krakatoa going off.
I heard my own cry as more and more cum pumped inside her, the intensity like nothing I'd ever imagined before. I wasn't even certain that my heart could survive what was happening to me. My brain sure as hell wasn't!
And then it was over. I lay there, panting, thankful to still be alive, the girl on top of me panting as well, both our bodies soaked with sweat, my cock still inside her but beginning to subside. Her upper body collapsed onto mine, her cheek pressing against mine, long auburn hair spread over my face.
It had seemed a very long time since I'd even thought about Naomi. I glimpsed toward her, on the chair, completely naked, her legs tightly together, fingers still inside her. She was panting, too, eyes closed, an expression I don't think I'd ever seen before.
Half an hour later, we were on the road again, toward Fields. The girl's van had been running the entire time, so her battery was charged, having tested it before we left her.
"We never even got her name," I told my wife, "we know nothing about her."
She handed me a business card, 'Melissa and Aaron Andreason, Attorneys at Law, specializing in criminal defense', along with a phone number, 303-982-xxxx.
"Holy shit, she's a lawyer? Private practice?"
And then what I'd just seen hit me, "And married?"
"Uhuh, told her where we're camped, too... my turn next time."
I stared, slack-jawed at my wife, sitting there, eyes closed with the most self-satisfied grin I'd ever seen.
"The game, you weren't kidding at all, were you? You always did intend something like this, didn't you?"
She just sat there, looking out the window, smirking.
Somehow the infamous chocolate milkshake at Fields Station, about a hundred miles from the nearest town, that we'd been looking forward to all week, seemed kind of anticlimactic.
Yeah, she showed up later that evening.
Please, if you haven't done so already, I suggest you read 'The Borrowing Game' first. That story was intended to be a stand-alone story, but with the requests, I decided to tell, as the late, great Paul Harvey used to say, 'The Rest of the Story'. This is chapter two of three, total.
"Honey, you need to go, anyway, you know you want to, and I insist."
We'd been planning a trip down into Oregon, sightseeing, camping, and my husband had gotten tied up in a case. Pro-bono for a nineteen-year-old kid, DeAndre, no parents, accused of a stabbing he insists he'd seen and was trying to help. He was bloodied and his fingerprints were the only ones on the knife, no witnesses, arrested and charged with murder. It hadn't helped that the kid was black and wearing a hoodie.
We'd spent many hours with the kid and were a hundred percent convinced he was telling the truth, despite what seemed like inscrutable evidence against him. Before this, he'd had two misdemeanor convictions, nothing violent. Maybe with the evidence it wasn't racial profiling, but it sure seemed like it.
This two-plus-week trip had been planned for several months. We'd even bought a two-year-old, used camper van.
The kid was still in jail because of the capital murder charge. We still had plenty time to prepare for the trial, still over four months away, but Aaron didn't want to leave him alone in jail with no family, and it seemed no friends, either. It had become very personal for us, he seemed like a nice kid caught up trying to help a victim.
ooOoo
I was an eighteen-year-old barely out of high school working in Macy's, in Denver, the lingerie and makeup departments, and a little Macy's modeling, too. I knew I was above average pretty; long red hair, green eyes, perky boobs just right for my 127-pound frame, and my very best parts, or so I was told -- my smile and my long legs, five feet, nine and three-quarters inches tall. I was also a bit of, shall I say, 'free spirit'. I didn't mind, enjoyed -- a lot, using my looks to enjoy life, i.e. sex. I had a VERY active sex life.
Then I got hooked on a television series that changed everything, The Good Wife. Alicia Florrick (Julianna Margulies), unbeknownst to her, convinced me that I wanted to be an attorney. Eight years and thousands of hard work hours later, I passed the bar exam and began my job search. I was still enjoying the perks of being an attractive female, but it had taken on a lot less prominence in my life with all the work and stress of earning my law degree.
Then I met Aaron, he was looking for a paralegal in his little one-man firm in Manitou Springs, pop 4,832, just outside Colorado Springs. He hired me on the spot, not as the paralegal he'd advertised for, but as an attorney, working side-by-side with him. I couldn't have been more thrilled, it hadn't been my looks that impressed him but my legal expertise. We'd done a lot of mock trials in law school, and like Alicia, I discovered I was very good. It didn't hurt, either, that I was number three in my class of two-hundred-thirteen at Sturm Law School, Denver.
Aaron was thirty-three, a very fit and good-looking man, an avid skier and bicyclist, same as me, and I was twenty-six when he hired me, and as we worked together, a mutual attraction developed. To be honest, I was smitten at that first interview. It took sixteen months for our first date. Twenty-eight months, nineteen days after I stepped foot in his office the first time, we were married. My days of sexual proclivities were over, but that didn't mean my libido had diminished. If anything, being around Aaron so much... Also, my husband has a very high sex drive, giving us a very satisfying life. Our work is very high-stress, and sex, along with being very enjoyable, is a huge relief valve. We make love at least eight or nine times a week, more often than not a hard fuck. I've heard that men think about sex on average nineteen times a day. That's me in reverse, except a lot more, it seems like I'm almost always horny.
I also work hard to keep my body in shape. Since I started work, five-plus years ago, I gained a total of three pounds, seven ounces, every ounce, I think, to my boobs, much of it nerve endings in my nipples connected directly to my pussy.
I wouldn't say that I'm a nympho but the line would be pretty close.
ooOoo
The night before I left for my trip, Aaron and I had a very satisfying evening, we fucked and we fucked hard pretty much all night. By morning we were both exhausted, not that it prevented one last fuck in our oversized shower (it's why we had that shower put in). This was going to be the first time we'd been apart for any significant time since our marriage three years earlier.
The first ten days were enjoyable but pretty unremarkable. I visited The Painted Hills, Smith Rock, Crater Lake, the Lava Bed National Monument just across the California border south of Klamath Falls, and on the eleventh day, the flat, dry Alvord Desert on the eastern side of the Steens Mountains.
Why, you might ask, was I traveling around Oregon instead of the beautiful National Parks and monuments of Colorado and Utah? I'm glad you asked, my parents -- it's where they grew up and I'd always wanted to see the places they talked about so much. Besides, every place I visited was beautiful in its own way.
The only thing I wasn't enjoying was the lack of companionship and especially, the lack of... you know. At least I was calling my husband every night, telling him about my adventures and just hearing his voice. Nights alone were lonely, to say the least. We learned that phone sex could be quite enjoyable, but still, neither it nor my vibrator was a substitute for the real thing. I was in a constant state of arousal, getting more acute every day.
On that fateful eleventh day, I ran into trouble, spending much of the day hiking up a beautiful canyon into the Steens Mountain, getting pictures of several Bighorn Sheep and the scenery. Unfortunately, out there, where I hadn't seen another car for the entire day, I got back to my van and the damned battery was dead. I had no idea what I'd left on, but it didn't matter.
I had no idea what to do, my van was dead, I hadn't seen another vehicle all day, no cell phone service, and it was over twenty miles back to a highway where there even MIGHT be a passing car, about the same distance to the tiny town of Fields. The only other sign of civilization had been an abandoned ranch seven or eight miles back up the road.
I could only think of two options, hike the twenty miles to Fields or sit in my stifling hot van and cry. I chose the latter, it was too late in the day and too hot to start that kind of hike. At least in the van, I had cold drinks and food. I also had the presence of mind to prop the engine's hood open as a distress signal, just in case someone came by, which I highly doubted. I was wishing I'd brought my bicycle like I wanted, it would have been an easy ride on the bike. If only we'd gotten around to putting a trailer hitch on the van for the bike carrier.
I don't know how long I'd been there feeling sorry for myself, wishing my husband was with me, three-four hours at least, until I heard a car pull into my little wide spot. I tried to get my tears under control again, they'd been coming and going ever since I discovered the dead battery.
Then the fear hit me. I knew it probably wasn't rational, but... what if...? I didn't even want to think it but couldn't help it. I was a woman alone on a nearly abandoned road, miles from anywhere. This person could be a rapist, ax-murderer or whatever, and there wouldn't be a thing I could do to defend myself. I was wishing I had a gun but oh-no, it hadn't even crossed my mind until that instant.
The knock on the door, the feelings of relief and fear were dueling in my head. I wiped the most recent tears from my cheeks with a tissue, got up on my buttery legs, and peeked out the window. There was a woman sitting in a pickup behind my van, which seemed to me to be a good sign. I didn't think most serial killers traveled with a calm woman in the passenger seat (Bonnie and Clyde, notwithstanding), so I opened my door. The guy looked a little older than me and didn't seem threatening with that smile on his face, kind of (a lot) cute, too.
I did notice his eyes quickly traveling up and down my body. I guess I wasn't surprised, my shorts were just a bit... short, and I think he might have noticed my braless nipples poking through my thin blouse as well.
I found myself returning his look, apprising him like he was me.
"Hi, you having troubles?" he asked me.
I told him about my dead battery and he said he had jumper cables. The relief was washing through me, maybe I wouldn't have a twenty-mile hike to Fields tomorrow.
He went back to his pickup, and his wife, I guessed it was his wife, drove the pickup alongside the van, he opened his hood and connected the cables, telling me to try it.
I can't even begin to tell you what a relief it was when my van roared to life. I closed my eyes, breathed a huge sigh of relief, and stepped outside.
The first thing that went through my mind was that I wanted to kiss this guy! But first... ask his wife, didn't want to have her going off on me, maybe deciding that a murder was justified, after all.
What she said floored me, put my head in a jumble, "Honey, you do whatever with him," and something like, "Whatever you're woman enough for." Those might not have been her exact words, but that was the gist of it. She'd just given me permission to... I wasn't even sure what.
If she was only kidding, she'd picked the wrong woman and the wrong time. Her husband was freakin' hot, (and he was MALE) and you already know what state I was in (in case it needs spelled out a bit clearer, I was FUCKING HORNY!). And I saw the look on her husband's face too, shock, but something else too, like he knew exactly what she'd meant, as if... was there something there that I didn't know?
The first thing that went through my mind when she said that was my husband, the last thing he'd said to me after kissing me goodbye that morning eleven days ago. He told me he loved me, then chuckled and said, "You know... if an opportunity arises..."
That was all, no elaboration on meaning, just laughing it off. The thing was, he'd been teasing me for a long time about how hot it'd be for his pretty, lawyer-wife to 'make out' with some guy.
My savior was about three steps away from me, stowing the cables in the back of their pickup. I made those steps in very short order and wrapped my arms around him, planting my lips on his. It took about a nanosecond for his stiff lips to soften, and when my tongue pressed against them, he didn't hesitate to open his mouth and welcome it. Much, much better than the peck on the cheek I'd originally planned.
And oh my, the feel of that hard dick pressing against my tummy, I had to focus my thoughts and bite my lip to deny myself having an orgasm right there alongside his pickup. I was sure as hell hoping his wife hadn't just been teasing. I think I might have even told him something to that effect. And then... when she suggested we all go inside my van...
He and I sat down on my little, twin bed (the van has bunks), my nerves suddenly flaring to life, realizing what I was about to do. I remembered what Aaron had said, those last words, "If an opportunity..." I tried to remember his tone, his facial expressions, his laugh when he'd said it, anything to give me a clue. He was smiling like he always does when he teases me, like the times when he'd teased about me 'making out'. That'd always been when we were fucking, just 'bedroom' talk. Now, I wished we'd had a normal conversation about it. But he'd always used the words, 'making out', it'd never been 'fuck', 'have sex', or anything like that, never ever.
Except, wasn't that what he'd implied with his 'if an opportunity' comment? God, I wished he was here, to either fuck me himself or... you know.
I sat there on my bed, looking at this hunk of a guy, these thoughts jumbling in my head. Fuck it, he'd said the damned words, if he hadn't meant it, he shouldn't have said it, but I'd just make out with the guy a little, nothing else. After all, his wife was right there and there would be no way... despite what she'd said about me 'borrowing him', and doing 'whatever'.
So I leaned over, finding his lips with mine. Ahh, heaven... his lips were soft, and his tongue... My hand went behind his neck, pulling him tighter to me. His chest pressed against my boobs. God, I wished I'd put on a bra that morning. I'd thought about it, but it was going to be such a hot day. I was alone, and it always felt so free when I didn't. And I loved the eroticism of my nipples rubbing against my blouse. At home I couldn't, even when Aaron and I went out, in case we ran into someone we knew. But here... and I was fucking glad I hadn't!
I pulled one of his hands between us and moaned when he cupped my breast, both of us falling back on the bed.
I pulled away, panting from the intensity of that kiss. His wife, she had her hand down her pants, doing... "You want to undress me?" my mouth said before my brain had a chance to engage.
The look on his face, like a six-year-old unwrapping that first Christmas present... He pulled the little bow on the bottom of my blouse. I looked down, watching his fingers, shaking, as they undid the buttons. I don't know why I said it... who am I kidding, hell yes, I do! "They make a nice mouthful."
I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan when his lips sucked one in. I remember thinking, 'don't you fucking dare tell him to stop!' the thought from what I'd told his wife a few seconds earlier, that she could tell us to stop anytime she wanted.
He fumbled with the button, then the zipper on my Daisy Dukes, I lifted my hips and let him push them down, following right behind with my thong. 'Make out', fucking hell! If my asshole husband hadn't meant it, he shouldn't have said it! I'd gone from about a hundred-eighty to a thousand in a matter of seconds.
And then his mouth wasn't there, he was standing, tearing at his clothes. I scooted back on the bed a little, spreading my legs apart, thankful that I'd had the foresight to shave that morning. Why that morning, you might ask? I just felt like being baby-smooth down there, it feels good with my thong, naughty. And I'd been in a naughty and nice mood when I got up, all fucking day until the dead battery, hell, all fucking week!
And how was I feeling then? Naughty didn't even begin to describe it (maybe naughty with a heavy dose of the nasties replacing the nice?) His dick was so swollen, not hung like a horse (where the hell did THAT come from?), but he sure wasn't going to disappoint this girl, especially with that little curl.
Crap, I realized I didn't have any condoms, Aaron and I didn't use them, I was on the pill. On the... Ohh, God... his mouth was... his tongue pressing inside my slit. The orgasm shot through me, my scream reverberating inside my little van.
I could hardly breathe when I came down from the high, "Condom... I don't have... on the pill..." All I wanted was for this guy to fuck me. I wanted him inside me!
His wife, he looked at her, so did I, stunned. She was naked below the waist, her blouse open, legs spread, fingers... doing their thing. I'd never been attracted to another woman, but seeing her then, like that...
"Don't you dare stop," or something like that, she said.
I knew then what I wanted, I pulled him down on his back, and straddled him. Aaron, don't say what you fucking don't mean, I thought one last time, my last thought before feeling him stretching me as I lowered my pussy down, impaling myself, hearing myself letting out a long, drawn-out groan.
He'd slipped inside me so easily, filling me, stretching me, so tight, the feelings so intense. It had been eleven days since that morning with Aaron, and this, my first time with anyone not named Aaron Andreason since before that first dinner with my boss four years ago. That brought a funny thought to my head, I didn't even know this guy's name.
I just sat there, moaning, feeling him inside me, letting my weight press down on his pelvis, in a state of bliss, hearing more moans than my own. I opened my eyes and turned, looking at his wife, legs spread wide, fingers deep inside herself, eyes wide open. I suddenly wanted...
I'd never been watched before. I discovered I liked it, wanted to put on a show. "Suck my tits," I told her husband.
"Oh yeah, bite it," I practically screamed as he sucked, pulling him to me, beginning to slide up and down on his cock, already starting to feel the tingling of an impending orgasm. Every 'down' and he bucked up, pressing himself deeper inside me. If there had been any rational thoughts in the last minutes, they were far gone, all I wanted was to be fucked and that orgasm.
I was starting to have trouble breathing, the intensity building with every time that cock drove into me. I tried to hold it back, knowing that the longer I could, the harder it'd hit, the better it'd feel. Everything else in my life was gone, a blur, nothing mattered except that stone-hard dick driving in and out of my cunt.
And then... it hit, like slamming into a concrete wall at a hundred miles per hour. And I felt him spurting inside me, my body shuddering, feeling like... I didn't even know what, there's no way to describe!
I truly couldn't breathe, trying to catch my breath, wave after wave of bliss ripping through me like a thousand volts of electricity might feel if it had been metamorphosed into the most extreme pleasure.
I collapsed onto him, my body soaked with sweat, his too, for that matter. I kissed him, a little more tenderly this time, one last snuggle, our cheeks pressed tightly together, "You better check on your wife," I told him.
She was still there, her face flushed, fingers still inside her pussy, panting. I'd just had an incredible orgasm but seeing her like that... the feeling from earlier hit me again, I wanted... didn't even know what I wanted... except I did know.
He pulled out of me, stood, and went to her, kissing her. I couldn't hear what was whispered between them, but she was smiling.
We all got dressed, and he went outside, she stayed. I had no idea what to say to the woman whose husband I'd just fucked, just dug one of my business cards out of my purse and handed to her, "Please, sometime, come... "
She'd looked at the card, "Naomi, that's my name, and Jason, my husband." Looking back up at me, she added, "We're at Page Springs Campground just out of Frenchglen, he'll put on an extra steak tonight."
"I don't know, it'll depend on my husband," I told her, hoping that he'd be okay with it. I watched the dust from their pickup going out of sight and stepped into my shower, suddenly conscious of the cum running down my legs.
How long had it been? I had absolutely no idea, but the van had been running the whole time. I desperately wanted to call my husband, have him tell me it was okay, that he'd really meant what he'd said.
I dressed, another pair of shorts, which I apprised a little more closely and liked even better; very, very short and tight, micros if ever there was, and instead of a blouse, the top part of my string bikini, not covering much more than the bottoms did. I don't get a chance to wear it often at home because of the 'professional' image we have to maintain, but Aaron had insisted I bring it, even though I'd told him I wouldn't be wearing it. That 'naughty' feeling hadn't gone away even a little bit. And it was fun out here where nobody knew me.
I drove the twenty miles to Fields, the way they'd gone, no doubt stopping at the same store, since there was only one. I filled my gas tank, over six dollars a gallon, not cheap out here in the middle of nowhere.
Had she really invited me to their camp? And then what? I knew what I wanted, remembering her naked body with her fingers inside her. A repeat of the 'other' wouldn't be so bad, either.
But first, Aaron. I asked at the store where I might get cell phone service. The older lady behind the counter just laughed, "Ya got three options, girl," she said, pointing down the highway to the South, "Winnemucca's a hundred-twenty-one miles that way, you'll get cell service about three-quarters of the way there," then pointed the opposite way, "or to Burns a hundred-fourteen miles. Have to be almost right in Burns, though." She let out another little chuckle, "Or down toward Winnemucca, about fifteen miles, turn right at the junction, it's only a couple hundred miles to Highway 97 between Lakeview and Bend. You'll get service about the time you hit that highway." Then she added, "Course, if you have a satellite phone like most folks here... "
Yeah, right. Not exactly a lot of need for it in Manitou Springs.
There would be no call to Aaron. I know he's going to be worried about the lack of a phone call, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. And I'll say one more time, if he hadn't meant it, he shouldna have said it. I just hoped...
I'll admit it was a little disappointing, only one older lady had seen me in my bikini top and shorts, and I don't think she even noticed.
I got back in the van, thankfully it started right up, battery fine, and I headed North toward Frenchglen, towards... what?
The sign right outside Fields said Frenchglen--52 miles. It was a beautiful drive, through the Catlow Valley, past the Roaring Springs Ranch, aptly named for all the springs gushing out of the hillside right above the ranch house. Cattle in pasture after pasture, there must have been thousands in those fifty-two miles.
This side of the Steens is so much different than the east side; it's lush, green, a gentle slope, and has ranch after ranch. The other side, where my battery died, is hundreds of square miles of the Alvord Desert, an ancient, dry lakebed, perfectly flat, another place like the Bonneville Salt Flats where racers try for world speed records because of the long, smooth, hard-baked terrain, then the rough, vertical cliffs extending thousands of feet to the summit; two completely different worlds.
The Steens Mountain Loop Road, South entrance, took off about halfway to Frenchglen, a loop I'd researched. The little guidebook said that it was usually closed until around the first of August from snow, and that there'd be hundreds of wild horses on the loop, not that I was overly interested in them that evening, I had other things on my mind.
A little later after about a ten-mile, curvy downhill stretch, I came to the town (I guess it's actually known as a town) of Frenchglen. There's no store, a tiny post office, an ancient hotel, and four houses. It made Fields look like a metropolis, I think it had six houses, AND a store. But alas, no hotel. I guess that kind of evens them out a little more.
Right at the edge of town is a road taking off to the east, the North Steens Loop and Page Springs Campground, where Naomi, my new friend (and hopefully, in a few hours a MUCH better friend) said they were camped.
There's an old historical ranch barely out of town. I stopped there alongside the road to make some minor 'adjustments'.
Such as makeup, check clothes, etc. I would have loved to have my vanity from home, but the little sink and mirror in my van would have to do. Luckily, I'd brought along my travel makeup kit, just in case. My skin is kind of a light olive shade, very soft. I started with a little BB cream, applying it in circular motions to even out my skin tone, then my eyes -- a ginger-rose eye shadow. I'd done this many times, so even with my eyes closed I could blend in the colors on my eyelids. To make the look even more dramatic, I applied my extra black Perversion eyeliner and extra volume mascara, all of it from 'Just for Redheads'.
When I opened my eyes and looked, I couldn't help but smile at the way they 'popped'. I was sure that both Jason and Naomi would like it.
I brushed a little Coralista blush to my cheeks and finally opted for a deep red Maybelline lip gloss. I thought the look was stunning, even if I did say so myself. The face in the mirror looked like a foxy vixen, exactly the kind of look I wanted.
Next, my hair. I love my hair, flowing to my shoulder; sleek, straight, and silky red. I brushed it and got out my curler, giving it deep waves, then took a quarter of it from the top and pulled it to the back, so it was part up, part down, then clipped it in the center with a large black flower decoration. I thought about spraying it for a little hold, but preferred it softer and loose.
Perfume, I need perfume. I'd put in several from home, (why? Just because I like to smell nice, even if it is only me) pleased when I saw the one I wanted, chuckling a little that I'd even brought it. It was the sexiest, most man-crazy that I owned, one I'd bought from Victoria's Secret for my wedding night. I sprayed a little on my wrist, rubbing it on the other as well, then my cleavage and neck. I smiled, thinking how naughty I was, adding just a little 'down below'.
I love that perfume, so sexy, the smell of jasmine, coconut, and magnolia filling my nostrils. If Naomi had been wearing it, there'd be no way that I could resist her.
Lastly, my outfit. I looked at myself, liking what I saw. Like I said before, I worked hard to maintain what I thought (Aaron confirming it regularly) was a very attractive, sexy body. My shorts would have made the real Daisy Duke blush, not much more than the matching bottom to the thin, skimpy bikini top I was wearing, I thought a little mystery would add to the mystique, so I dug out the bikini's matching coverup. It was a silky, flowery material, not really intended to hide anything, plenty sheer to show what is (and isn't) under it.
I didn't have any heels, which wouldn't have been appropriate anyway, but I did have a nice pair of strappy sandals I like a lot. (so does Aaron, but I could wear a burlap bag with cutouts and he'd think it was sexy).
I checked one last time in the mirror. Sometimes, a girl is her own worst critic, but I liked what I saw, my rock-hard nipples visually demonstrating how I was feeling, sexy as hell. I was hoping that Jason and Naomi would like, too.
There had hardly been another thought in my mind the last few hours besides this moment. Now that it was here, I was scared out of my mind. My nerves have been less when giving closing statements in court, trying to keep a client out of prison. Who would have thought, when I discovered that dead battery this afternoon, that this would be my evening, tonight?
Finally ready, I drove through the campground, seeing their pickup in front of a big travel trailer almost around the circle, with an empty campsite right next to them. I pulled into the space, hoping I wasn't stealing anyone's camp spot, and got out of my van. True to Naomi's word, Jason was outside working at his grill, now watching me with a huge smile on his face, always a boost to a girl's psyche.
He put down his turner or whatever it was he had in his hand, and almost ran over to me, giving me a big hug and starting to kiss me before pulling away, "Can I?" he asked.
I giggled, thinking the question was a little absurd after what we'd done earlier that afternoon -- and I was here, wasn't I? I answered by wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him another 'peck on the lips' that quickly turned into exactly what I'd intended, far more than any 'peck'.
"That answer your question?" I asked him, panting, my lips about an inch from his. "Your wife still okay...? He scooped me up and twirled me around, his tongue in my mouth.
"That answer your question?" he repeated my words back to me.
I was getting very optimistic that this was going to be a delightful evening, already feeling his hardness pressing against me. And then it dawned on me, we'd just fucked, less than three hours earlier... and he was already this hard again? I thought older men... never mind.
I guess he wasn't ALL that much older, forties, maybe? I was thirty-two, if you believe the statistics, probably close to my sexual peak. And in this case, I do believe, if anything, still on my way up.
"God you're sexy!" I heard him mumble, watching his sparkling eyes traveling up and down my body, seeing 'that' look on his face, the look any woman loves to see on a man who she's trying to seduce, obviously enjoying his view very much, as was I of him. He'd changed into shorts and a t-shirt, emphasizing his muscled chest and arms. Smelled nice, too. My most secret lady part was threatening a flood. Then, "Come, we'll ask her," he said, taking my hand and leading me to their trailer. On the way past, I noticed three steaks, not two, already on the grill. The man obviously was nothing, if not optimistic.
"This pretty lady has something she wanted to ask you," he told his wife before turning and tending back to his grill.
"You want to know..."
I kissed her. She was stiff, obviously surprised, but then... she relaxed, beginning to meet me, opening her mouth a little, letting my tongue slip past her lips. It seemed only seconds until we were both frantically clawing at each other, my mind blank except for the feel of her soft lips... and the vision of her fingers pressing inside her 'other' lips earlier in the day, her backless halter top no resistance to my probing fingers, the naughty girl not wearing a bra... or much else on top.
"What you doing in there?" her husband yelled from outside, sounding rather impatient. It had turned into a VERY long kiss.
We pulled apart from the interruption, staring at each other, panting heavily, both of us. "I've never..." Naomi started.
"Neither have I," I told her, "but you were so sexy earlier, I'd never seen a girl masturbating..."
"Steaks are done, Hon, you want to bring the corn," we heard from outside the trailer. Timing!
We stepped apart, nothing else said, I think both of us knowing... later...
Naomi grabbed a pair of tongs out of a drawer and dipped out three wonderful ears of corn that had been steaming on the stove, and I followed her outside to the outdoor table. "Hope you like your steaks fairly rare, it's the only way we ever eat them," he told me, plunking one of the most delicious-looking rib steaks I'd ever seen on a paper plate.
"Perfect," I answered, "just so it doesn't go moo when I cut it." I'd swear that my husband's steaks were still half-alive when he ate them, barely browned on the outside. I shivered at the thought, they were hardly thawed inside. I love a little rare, but raw? NOT!
"Is my van okay there, should I move it?" I asked, worried about where it was parked.
"It'll be fine tonight... you are planning to stay, I hope," Jason told me, "we can get it registered first thing in the morning."
We got to know each other a little better while eating. I learned that Jason teaches upper-level, high school math, all the way up to beginning calculus. "Math was my worst subject," I told them, "maybe if I'd had a better teacher, it would've been better."
He agreed, "The teacher can be everything in math. I'd like to think that my students think so, too."
Naomi told me she's an accountant, owns her own business with two employees. I couldn't help but smile at that, I guess the adage that 'accountants are stuffy and boring' can be a bit misleading at times, at least as far as it concerns her. Speaking of, I was having a little trouble keeping my eyes up where they should be, her tits and nipples under that top so fucking enticing.
Speaking of tits and nipples, my own were aching for attention, my nipples tight little beads, just anticipating a mouth on them. I was wishing I'd foregone the bikini top, making them feel so constrained. Besides, I love the feel of soft material rubbing against my nipples.
I took a deep breath and told about watching The Good Wife, how Alicia had been an inspiration, making me want to be an attorney, then going to work for Aaron, later marrying him.
I was surprised when Naomi and Jason looked at each other quizzically, Naomi finally explaining, "We've never heard of The Good Wife, what kind of show is it?"
"Only the best show on TV," I said, "a woman whose husband betrays her, she goes back to work as an attorney, in a firm led by an old ex-boyfriend, and all that comes from it. You really need to see it, just be sure to start at the beginning."
Dinner finally ended, and I helped carry dirty dishes into the trailer. Naomi said she'd wash them in the morning, then took my hand and led me into their small bedroom, Jason following. I was more than ready for 'whatever'. Our conversation at dinner hadn't been sexual, but the tension had been building inside me all the same, thinking about that before-dinner kiss. From the looks on their faces...
"Melissa and I started something right before dinner..." looking at me with an expectant face, "I... think I'd kind of like to resume it," looking over at her husband, "if you don't mind."
I could just imagine my husband being asked that same question if he was here and what his reaction would be... mind? More like a wet-dream coming true! Not that the situation had ever presented itself or that we'd even talked about it, but still... He is a man, after all.
That look on Jason's face was revealing all. He was entering wet-dream territory, too.
And I sure as heck wasn't going to complain!
Especially, when he beckoned his wife to him and pulled the bow behind her back, then the one behind her neck, letting her top fall to the bed.
I know I'd seen her topless before, that afternoon, but I was just a little preoccupied then. Now... God, she was gorgeous. I lifted my bikini coverup over my head, then reached behind and pulled the string of my top, too, letting it fall away. We sat a moment, just staring at each other, both our sets of eyes traveling up and down. I know my heart was pounding a hole in my chest, pumping blood into my plump nipples... and my sensitive clit.
I'd never been attracted to another woman before, noticed pretty women, but nothing like this, ever. My pussy was gushing, set to go off. Naomi and I leaned together, simultaneously, our lips together, on fire. Our tits pressed together, sending shock waves through me. I had no idea it could be like this with another woman.
We fell back on the bed, legs intertwined, lips and tits pressed tightly together. I couldn't think of a time when I'd been more turned on. Well, maybe earlier in the day, it was close.
I scooted down her body just a little, sucking a tit in my mouth, my first nipple nibble, except it wasn't exactly a 'nibble'. She let out a loud groan, and I sucked harder, her whole tit in my mouth. This was freakin' heaven! I think for both of us from the sounds of her moaning, maybe even her husband from the male moaning coming from the opposite side of the bed.
We tumbled around a bit, eventually changing places, Naomi sucking my tit like I had hers. God, no wonder she'd been groaning! The feel of a girl's mouth was just... holy shit, no words!
And then... Omygod, she'd unbuttoned my shorts, her fingers exploring under my thong... barely inside my pussy, just rubbing back and forth. I didn't know how much more I could take. "Naked... now!" I wasn't even sure which of us said it, maybe even her husband. All I knew was that I needed to be naked, needed her naked.
We rolled apart, panting, frantically undoing, pushing down, and I heard her husband gasp. I looked at him, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked the same as we were, but it was the expression on his face, shock, lust... The lust I understood, but... and then I realized, Naomi had shaved. I felt her, soft as a baby's skin. How I imagined a baby's skin would be, anyway, as I hadn't yet had the honor of a baby.
Jason was quite literally drooling, his mouth open, eyes wide, apparently in awe of his wife. "I've asked her for years," he muttered like it was just a thought escaping through his mouth.
Okay, I was kind of in awe myself, wanting to... you know what. I scooted down and sucked her toes in my mouth. Mine are a major erogenous zone, so maybe... and she let out a groan like I'd hoped, like I do when Aaron does mine.
I glanced at Jason, his cock at full attention, rubbing himself, panting hard. I thought, 'Oh yes, later!' But for now, I licked up her leg, the groans getting louder as I reached the inside of her thigh. I wasn't sure which of us were the most eager. I'd never tasted a pussy before, other than my own, either on Aaron's fingers or his lips.
But this was going to be entirely different, and I couldn't wait! Naomi had spread her legs wide, bucking her hips, fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling me to her.
I needed... ahh, but first, a quick taste. The scent of her femininity was overwhelming the closer I got, pulling me into her. As soon as my lips touched her, she bucked up, letting out a loud wail. My tongue pressed her lips apart, reaching inside the first time in my thirty-two years. Naomi was whimpering, pulling at my hair, but I knew what I needed, worse than I ever had in my life.
I pulled away, "Turn around," I told her, hearing the desperation in my words. She apparently knew exactly what we were doing, probably her and her husband had done the same thing many times, one or the other on top.
I threw a leg over her head, then spread her lips apart with my fingers, lowering my face to her, and partaking of the smooth delicacy below me. God, she was exquisite, her taste wonderful.
Likewise, she'd wrapped her arms around my bottom, pulling me down to her, and I groaned into her when I felt her lips spreading my pussy. I nearly lost myself in the feeling of a girl's lips, thinking that if this is what another girl felt like, Aaron's just gonna have to get used to a third in our bed. Maybe sexy Joni, our investigator?
I bored in on pleasuring her, the same as she was me, my tongue flicking her clit, and she did mine, our mutual whimpers nearly nonstop.
I hadn't even realized he'd moved when I felt a new sensation, pressure pushing into me. I had to stop, the feelings so intense, the combination of Naomi's lips and her husband's cock pushing into me, his fingers digging into my hips. And suddenly... the orgasm overwhelmed me! I let out a scream and my body shook with an intensity I hadn't felt... ever!
And it was only beginning, he started fucking me, in and out, in and out, along with what felt like fingers wriggling inside me-twisting, turning, Naomi?
It was a whole 'nother sensation that I'd never felt before, again, one that seemed like from another world, no words to describe. Another orgasm engulfing me, this one continuous. I could feel my pussy squeezing, releasing, squeezing... his cock growing, fingernails digging into my hips feeling like they were drawing blood only adding to the sensations, cum pumping inside me, so deep!
I buried my mouth in Naomi's pussy, smothering the screams, felt her stiffen, and the orgasm ripping through her body.
Another few moments and we were all laying on the bed, me in the middle, Naomi upside down, all three bodies drenched in sweat, panting.
Naomi rolled off the bed and climbed back on the right way, the three of us climbing under the covers, all naked. I couldn't help but smile, it had been quite a day! I only hoped Aaron would... I was afraid even to finish the thought.
Naomi and I kissed, our tastes intermingling wonderfully. I pulled away, turned the other way and kissed her husband, letting him enjoy the taste of the two pussies comingled in my mouth.
Hours later, I have no idea how many, I awoke on my side like I typically sleep, backed up against a hard, warm body, an arm around me, hand cupping my breast, and a very hard cock pressing against my butt. It took me a moment to realize where I was and whose hand and cock it was.
I smiled, knowing exactly what I was going to do, how much Aaron always enjoyed it, and imagined what this guy's reaction might be. Besides that, it just sounded so deliciously erotic to me, if only I could do it without waking him first. It was something I've always loved, even before Aaron... maybe especially before Aaron.
Gently as I could, I lifted his arm, moving it off me; so far so good, still that same light snore. I scooted down and turned onto my other side, staring right at a very well-endowed dick, wondering what he might be dreaming to make it so hard in the middle of the night, apparently something very nice. I smiled, imagining what it might be.
I opened my mouth and very gently flicked the tip with my tongue, sucked the head between my lips, still flicking with my tongue and sucking. That first little subconscious, still sleeping groan is always the very best for me. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around him, feeling him growing a little more.
"Ohh, Hon, that feels so good," awake now, thinking it was his wife's lips around him. I slid my lips a little further down his shaft then back again, a little further each time, his groaning becoming more and more pronounced.
I wondered whether his wife ever... if she relished the feel of a man's dick growing even harder in her mouth like I...
And then I felt it, the hand caressing up and down on my butt. There was no doubt, it was a small, soft, very feminine hand, fingers beginning to probe between my legs. Apparently, Naomi wasn't too angry with the girl molesting her husband. I let out a little, very muffled, I'm sure, with the cock in my mouth, groan and spread my legs apart, throwing one over my 'victim's' legs.
Ohhh, how good it felt, her fingers probing gently between my lips. I knew how wet I must have been, as turned on as I was, and getting more so by the second, feeling the excitement down to my toes.
My lips had only been traveling about halfway down Jason's cock. It was time to give him what I hoped would be a thrill, perhaps one that he hadn't experienced before. His fingers were intertwined in my hair, pulling me down on him. I let him, and when I felt the tip bumping my throat, causing just a little gag reflex, I swallowed like I had many times with Aaron. Feeling a man's excitement when his cock first begins sliding down my throat is a thrill I will never get used to.
It's such a turn-on, and with his wife's fingers just beginning to tickle my clit, oh my, just oh my! I slid my lips down his cock, feeling it stretching me, breathing hard through my nose like when I'd helped my sister in Lamaze (who'd have thought...!).
I felt like I must have been in heaven, Naomi's fingers playing with my clit, the same time her husband's cock slid down my throat. The only thing better, if Aaron was here watching... or something else. I'd never before thought about him with another girl, but the vision of him behind Naomi right then was just about throwing me over the edge. God, I wished he was here!
That thought and how close I was made me renew my efforts with the cock in my mouth. I wanted him to come, to feel his spasms, experience the pleasure I was giving him with his wife right beside us. Even besides her fingers in my pussy, that fact alone was such a turn-on, my excitement through the roof.
It was about then that the chain reaction hit, Jason let out a huge groan, his fingers wrapped in my hair fucking my mouth, and I felt what I'd been wanting, his dick pulsing-ejaculating down my throat; and Naomi's fingers found my g-spot. I had no idea that relatively small fingers could reach that far inside me. It almost felt, the way she was stretching me, that her whole hand... not that I thought about that at the moment. My mind had gone blank on everything except the orgasm that was ripping through me like a battle tank plowing through the three little pigs' straw house.
It was an orgasm for the ages, a one-of-a-kind, and from the groaning, shuddering, spasming, sweat-soaked bodies, I wasn't the only one.
The next morning, dressed back in my shorts, bikini top, and coverup, Jason fixed breakfast. I figured he must have been the primary cook in the family; pancakes, homemade syrup, bacon, and eggs, we ate without talking about the day or night before. I filled out the campsite registration and paid the thirty-two-dollar fee, we exchanged phone numbers, farewell kisses, and I was on the road toward Burns.
I must have checked my cell phone a dozen times in those sixty-some miles, getting more and more anxious the closer I got, that last conversation with Aaron going through my head over and over. What if he hadn't meant it, was just mouthing off something he knew would never happen? I thought about not telling him anything about the couple I'd met, but he'd find out, I'm a terrible liar, and even if I didn't actually 'lie', he'd know there was 'something' and worm it out of me. And until he did I'd be scared to death.
True to what that lady had told me in Fields, it was only three miles out of Burns when my phone finally started pinging with incoming messages. I pulled over and looked at them, mostly from Aaron wondering where I was and why I hadn't called. Before then, I'd been calling him every evening at least.
I'll be honest, I was scared to death, what if...? I couldn't even finish the thought. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding, and dialed, hoping he wasn't in court or with a client so he could take the call.
By the fourth ring, I was beginning to despair, maybe a lot of relief thrown in, too. And then he picked up, "Hi, where are you?" he asked.
I told him I was just out of Burns and hadn't had cell service since a couple nights ago. "Well," he said, "I've been wanting to tell you the good news about DeAndre," the kid accused of murder that he'd stayed home for, "Joni, found a witness who'd seen the whole thing. She hadn't gone to the police because she was scared, but when Joni told her about DeAndre, accused of the murder, she relented, told them everything she saw. They dropped the charges and released him yesterday."
I couldn't help but smile at that, we were sure he was innocent. It's nice to win one that easily. "So, what have you been doing all this time you've been in the middle of nowhere?" he asked.
My mouth was suddenly dry, I couldn't speak, "I... uhh..." I cleared my throat and took a drink of my Diet Pepsi, "You... uhh... remember what you said right when I was leaving?" I'm sure my voice was shaking, what the fucking if...?
"I said... what?" he asked.
Oh crap, I was hoping he'd remember, maybe even ask me if I'd found someone to have a little 'fun' with.
"You said... something about... 'if an opportunity arises'... and the teasing..."
Silence, all I heard from him was silence, my heart dropped to my shoes, I couldn't breathe. Then, finally, "Oookay... and...?" His voice, was it excited... or something else?
"I... sort of... met someone..."