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Getting Them Together

By: justathought555



Welcome to my first piece for the public. I have written a few stories for a special friend, but those will always be for her. 

I would like to express gratitude to the two people who edited this for me. LadyCibelle is a Literotica Volunteer Editor and moderator of the Editor's Forum on the Lit bulletin boards. The other editor is a friend who is a much better writer than me (though a lot more shy than me. About her writing, anyway.  ) Their tremendous insights helped turn an unreadable mess into something that I hope you find enjoyable. 

Now for the disclaimers: 

The story that follows is intended for adults. If you are a minor, or if explicit descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adults offends you, do not proceed further into the story. 

The characters and events in the story that follows are completely the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. (However, if it resembles your life, congrats!!  ) 

While many of the events take place in a U.S. national park and many of the places and facilities described actually exist, nothing in this story should be taken to mean that the U.S. government, any of its agencies, officials, employees, volunteers, or contractors encourage, approve, or even tacitly condone sexual activity between freely consenting adults.

Also, this story takes place in a universe where STDs and unplanned pregnancies don't occur. That universe has nothing in common with this one. Practice safe sex, because STDs and unplanned pregnancies do exist in this universe.

Finally, if you are looking for a story where every character hops in to bed with every other character, or if you are looking for something that is 1% setup and 99% sex, keep looking. This ain't it. 

Getting Them Together Chapter 1…

Alex Adams sat, stunned. He knew that this day would come, but nothing had prepared him for this. Everything that had happened since his wife left them eight years ago was easy compared to this. The years of serving as both father and mother; being the only soccer dad at his daughter Jill's games; keeping her grounded during the giddiness of her first crush, and consoling her during her first heartbreak; watching her mature into an intelligent and confident young woman; seeing her through high school and off to her first year of college. None of this had readied him for the announcement she made when she arrived home for her first Spring Break.

"Dad, I have met someone special, and we are going to move in together at school."

This is not what stunned Alex – he knew his daughter was an attractive woman now, with intensely green eyes, long red hair, and an athlete's toned body, kept that way by playing soccer throughout high school. She had discovered boys, and they her, years ago. He had met her boyfriends, and while no father ever truly likes or trusts his daughter's boyfriends, he had no real complaints about any of them. Jill was smart and responsible in her choices. Boyfriends were no exception. Alex trusted her judgment.

Alex knew that Jill's falling in love was inevitable. He just couldn't help worrying that this new development would move her focus away from her education.

It was Jill's next statement that was the stunner.

"We met during intramural soccer season, and became friends. It turns out she is from here in town, she was two years ahead of me in school. One thing led to another, and we started going out. Her name is Rachel, and she is in town visiting family during break…"

"Dad? Are you ok with this??...Dad??"

Alex's mind flashed through the years since his ex-wife left… facing the initial shock and denial… bottoming out when the divorce papers arrived in the mail…vowing to be both mom and dad for Jill…overcoming the loss together… watching her grow from his little girl into an intelligent, athletic, and caring young woman.

"Well, I am not 'not ok' with it, but I guess I am still digesting it all. For what it is worth, I just want you to be happy, and if Rachel is a part of that happiness, then it is alright with me. Invite her over for dinner tonight. I would like to meet her."

Alex and Jill were almost finished making dinner when the doorbell chimed a few minutes after 7. Jill went to the door while Alex pulled dinner out of the oven. He was putting the salad onto the dining room table when he heard steps behind him and turned to see his daughter standing next to a tall, lanky brunette with the sharpest blue eyes that he had ever seen. Those eyes and the rest of her pretty face were framed by shoulder-length hair. The jeans and a simple t-shirt she wore over an athletic body combined with her eyes made for a simple but stunning package. Alex could understand Jill's attraction to this beauty.

After the appropriate introductions, they sat down to dinner.

Most of the dinner conversation revolved around Rachel answering questions lobbed at her by Alex…talking about school, she was an electrical engineering major on an academic scholarship,...how she met his daughter--soccer field…how they were going to work out the practical considerations of them moving in together over the summer--Jill was staying at school to do a summer internship for her sociology studies…Rachel asking about Alex's work…when all was said and done, Alex couldn't help but be impressed with Rachel.

After clearing the table, Jill let her father know that she and Rachel were going to a movie, and that she should be home by midnight. 

"That's fine, Jill, but don't forget to bring your jacket. It will be cool tonight."

Jill, being the bright daughter that she is, got the hint. "Ok dad. It's upstairs. I'll go find it and be right down," and scampered off to find her jacket.

Alex turned to find Rachel smiling at him. "You aren't comfortable with me dating your daughter, are you, Mr. Adams?"

"Well, I may be more comfortable with you than you realize – Jill brought home a few boyfriends during her high school years, and you are going to get the same speech that they got." Alex paused for a moment, and then went on. "Jill is a sweet and smart woman, and she makes responsible decisions. She has decided that you are special to her, and having met you, I can understand why. I respect her choice. However, please understand, she is still my baby girl, and as her father, I will always be protective of her. As long as you make her happy, you and I will get along just fine – but if you ever abuse or hurt her, you will answer to me for it. Is that clear?"

Her eyes widening, just slightly, Rachel replied "Umm, that is definitely clear. I can say…"

Alex interrupted gruffly. "Just don't forget what I said. Now, do you need any money for the movie, or a lift?"

"No, we're good. Thanks, though."

Alex turned toward the stairs. "Jill, have you found your jacket yet!?"

"Just found it dad! Be right down!"

After they left, Alex chuckled, pondering life's unexpected twists. Later, while reading in bed, he heard the front door open. He glanced at the clock. 11:40. Smiling, he closed his book, and turned out his light.

The next morning, Alex was in his home office fighting with his computer over its refusal to open up some tax return work for a client when the doorbell sounded. Expecting to find some neighborhood kids selling something, or maybe some Mormons doing their door-to-door routine, he was pleasantly surprised to find a pony-tailed brunette in denim shorts and a sleeveless blouse standing there with her hands on her hips. Even though she was probably in her late 30s, she had only put on a few pounds, and to use a cliché, the extra weight was "in all the right places". At 5'2", tops, 140, a 34D bust, and a well-rounded ass, she was the epitome of voluptuous. 

As she raised her sunglasses, Alex immediately recognized those piercing blue eyes. He did not know the owner of this pair of eyes, but a set exactly like them took his daughter to the movies last night.

"Hi, can I help you?" he inquired politely.

The brunette blurted out "Did you threaten my daughter last night?!?"

"Excuse me?? What are you talking about? I haven't threatened anybody."

"My name is Gail, and Rachel is my daughter. She told me about your little conversation with her last night." 

Comprehension fully arriving, Alex coolly replied "Nice to meet you Gail. Your daughter and I did talk, but I did not threaten her. I thought she was an engaging young woman. I just treated her the same way I would treat anybody who was dating my daughter. I expect that you and your husband may have given a similar speech one time or another."

"That's what she told me." Bursting into a radiant smile, Gail went on. "Actually, I want to thank you."

"Oh?"

"You were the first man in her life not to freak on her or leer at her for being who she is; instead, you were civil and polite. And fair. She was surprised by you. Actually, the word she used was 'floored'. I wanted to meet the person who could do that to her."

Alex then invited her in for coffee. Alex led the way to the kitchen, with Gail following behind, taking time to enjoy the view. He was average height, maybe 5' 11", and at 40 had the small spare tire around his middle that seemed to show up one morning around the same time at his daughter's tuition bills. Broad shoulders drew attention away from his middle and directed Gail's eyes upward to the curly brown hair that he kept closely trimmed. Combine all of that with the salt and pepper mustache and the amazing smile that he flashed to her at the front door, and he probably had more than a few of the neighborhood housewives panting after him.

Coffee turned into lunch as they spent the rest of the morning talking. Gail told him about getting pregnant during her senior year in high school with Rachel's older brother but finishing her diploma on time, marrying her husband one week after graduation, and then having Rachel a year later. Times were tough but good during those first few years, as she and ex-husband Nate struggled to raise a family and get a college education. The trouble started when all their struggles began to pay off. She and her husband finally found decent jobs. The problem was that her husband had the time and money to start drinking. Not just a little either. That started the spiral downward. 

Then that fateful day four years ago. Her drunken husband went ballistic when their daughter announced that she was a lesbian. He told her she wasn't morally fit to be part of his family. She was disowned. He told her to leave. However, Gail surprised both her husband and daughter, and herself, when she told him to get out. She was done with him and the drinking and the yelling and the anger. 

"Your husband or your daughter. That must have been a tough decision," ventured Alex.

"Not really. I really was sick of his drinking, and I was pretty sure that he was cheating on me. Turned out I was right – that hypocritical jerk moved right in with his secretary/drinking partner. The only really bad thing about the whole situation was that Rachel's older brother Randy was in a tough spot. He had to choose. He chose to live with his father, and to try to serve as a mediator. It didn't work. When he graduated high school the next year, he went straight into the Air Force. He finished up his enlistment and is going to college in Oregon now.

During the conversation, Alex found himself opening up to this woman, the mother of his daughter's girlfriend. He told her how one day eight years ago, his wife of a decade decided that their life together was not what she wanted for herself. Neither was their daughter. When Lynn left, she left their daughter, saying that she would send for her once she was established in her new life. However, after a few months of occasional phone calls, it became obvious to both Alex and Jill, even in their emotional daze, that they were on their own. After the divorce papers arrived in the mail, the only contact Jill had with her mother was the sporadic birthday and Christmas cards. Eventually, even those stopped coming. He also shared with Gail how he realized after the divorce how shattered Jill was by her mom's physical abandonment, and his emotional abandonment. At that point, he resolved to do whatever it took to help his daughter heal. In doing so, he started his own healing process.

"One of the things I changed at the time was my career path. I was in corporate America as a staff accountant for a huge manufacturing company. The money was good, but the hours were devastating. The time and attention that I gave my job was a big part of why my marriage failed. For too long, the job was more important to me than my family. So I quit and started my own practice. The money is just about as good, and I am able to spend more time with Jill. One of the biggest benefits is that I am able to work from home when I want. Though my computer doesn't always cooperate, like today."

"Let me take a look at it. I have a small consulting business where I help small businesses with their computer problems. My full-time job is in IT for the city, but I have found that a lot of small businesses need more support than your typical home user. The big computer companies expect their small customers to make due with phone or email support and that just isn't quite enough for business users. I meet a need and supplement my income pretty nicely."

Ten minutes and a few keystrokes later, the problem was solved.

Thus began a close friendship. Besides having their daughters as a connection, they began to refer business to each other – he had many clients that needed IT support with that human touch, and she knew many small businesses that needed some accounting help. With all of that in common, their relationship developed to the point where they spoke a few times per week, and even went out to lunch or dinner once a month or so. However, neither tried to take the relationship in a romantic direction – they were each seeing other people. Those relationships were pretty casual, but that was enough. Even though both thought the world of each other, neither really considered taking their friendship to another level.

The girls finished up that spring semester, and, as planned, Jill moved into Rachel's apartment over the summer. They visited their parents once during the summer, but Jill's internship helping a social worker at a school for homeless children took up most of her time. When she wasn't working and Rachel wasn't in summer classes, they haunted the quiet coffee shops, empty bike trails, and sparsely-attended art galleries that are the social scene of a college town during summer break.

Once the fall semester rolled around, the casual lunches between Gail and Alex continued. During one of them, he broached the idea of a combined vacation during the Christmas break. He suggested a snowmobile tour of Yellowstone National Park. Gail loved the idea.

Jill and Rachel loved the idea as well, and after working out the finances with Gail, Alex was given the green light to make the appropriate reservations. Within a day, Alex had booked them for a 2-day snowmobile tour of the park, complete with hotel reservations at the Snow Lodge and at a hotel in Jackson Hole. He even had the airline tickets booked.

The semester flew by, and before they knew it, the trip was upon them. They flew into Jackson Hole early Sunday afternoon. After checking in at their hotel, the foursome checked out some of the sights of the area, including the National Museum of Wildlife Art. 

While Rachel and Jill lost themselves in the maze of the exhibits, Gail and Alex sipped coffee in the museum café, making small talk.

"It is so nice to be able to relax and forget about business for a few days," breathed Gail through the steam rising from her cup.

"Yes it is," replied Alex, "and this time of year is usually slow enough that none of our customers are going to miss us, either. They're as busy with the holidays as we are."

"And it is great to spend some time with Rachel," Gail enthused. "I haven't seen her this happy since before her father left us. Between that and losing some of her friends from school when it got around school about why he left, she became pretty introverted during high school. She ended up pouring her energies into her studies, and doing well enough to win her scholarship, but it was kind of lonely for her, and she didn't smile much. Jill has really been the light at the end of the tunnel for her."

"Jill handled the abandonment a little differently." Alex paused for a second, and then went on. "She became more of an extrovert. She played sports, worked on the school newspaper, visited homes of the elderly for a local charity, and maintained a wide circle of friends. In her case, she tried to fill the void that her mother's leaving tore into her, with so many other people that I was afraid that she would have problems in college. I mean, in high school, her natural intelligence was good enough to get decent grades, but college requires a lot more focus from students. My biggest worry with her involvement with Rachel was the possibility of her getting distracted from her studies. Apparently, though, Rachel has been a good influence on her."

Outside the café, unseen by their parents, Rachel and Jill stood watching their parents. Jill bent toward Rachel's ear and said "Goddamn, they are taking their sweet time about it."

Glancing at her, Rachel asked "what do you mean? They're waiting here for us."

Jill answered in a mildly exasperated tone, "I mean they are taking their sweet time about getting together. Don't they realize how right they are for each other?"

Understanding dawned on Rachel. "It really looks like that's where they are headed. Let them have some peace. I think you don't have to be Suzi Matchmaker here. Nature will take its course."

Her gaze straying to her lover's face, and seeing Jill's eyes narrowed and lips pursed, Rachel realized her advice was too late. "You already have a plan, don't you babe?"

"Nothing specific yet, but I will. Just go along with me when the opportunity comes."

Hand around Jill's hip, Rachel squeezed her close and kissed her ear. "You are so into seeing people are happy that you become a force of nature when you decide two people should be together. I wouldn't think of getting into your way. Now let's go get them. It's almost time for the sleigh ride through the Elk Refuge."

They arrived at the outfitters just after 6 the next morning to meet their guide, find the right snowsuits and have their sleds trailered to the edge of the park. All of their clothes and personal items had to be carried in on the back of the snowmobiles. Watching the girls try to pack three days worth of supplies into two saddlebags each was entertaining to Alex; to put it mildly. He helped out by giving them the space in his saddlebags, while he carried a backpack for his gear.

The four of them, Alex, Gail, Jill and Rachel, along with their tour guide J.C, were on four snowmobiles. This way if one of them became tired, they could ride double with someone else. They started out with Alex and Jill on one sled, and Gail and Rachel each on a separate sled. 

The first day was exhausting yet exhilarating. 

Entering Yellowstone at the south entrance, they had a nice 20 mile run to West Thumb Geyser Basin, on the western edge of Yellowstone Lake. The journey allowed them to get acclimated to both the weather and the snowmobiles. The highlight of that part of the tour was not one of the many wildlife and scenic photo opportunities; it was when they had to stop while a herd of twenty or so bison rested in the road. When the herd moved to the side of the road, they were able to sidle by them. The bison were close enough to touch as they went by, but none of the party was daring or stupid enough to try. 


Getting Them Together



The trip took them to many more sights than they could have seen in the summer. Instead of having to fight through thousands of cars and tens of thousands of human beings, there were, perhaps, fifty other snowmobilers and a similar number in snowcoaches in the park.

The group stopped for lunch break at one of the park's warming huts. Jill and Rachel hung back, hand-in-hand, while their parents walked in. 

Jill turned to Rachel. "Rachel, I have the plan now."

"Oh shit. You and your plans! They seem to be doing pretty well on their own. Why don't you wait and see what happens?" asked a slightly exasperated Rachel.

"I am just going to help them along a little. I spoke to J.C. at our last stop, and he is willing to help out. Just go along with my lead, OK?"

"Ok," replied Rachel skeptically.

"Good, let's go eat. I'm starving."

After lunch, Jill told her father that she wanted to drive for a while. Hearing that, Gail volunteered to ride double with someone.

At that point, J.C. advised them that controlling a sled with two riders was different than with just one, and suggested that Gail ride with him or Alex until the girls were more familiar with the machines.

In the end, they decided to move Alex's pack to Rachel's, and that Gail would ride with Alex. 

As they readied themselves to set off on their tour again, J.C. and the girls made sure Gail was comfortable and secure, her arms locked around Alex's waist. Walking back to their sleds, Jill silently glanced at Rachel and smirked with a raised eyebrow, causing Rachel to laugh.

They set off again, with J.C. in the lead, followed by Gail and Alex on one sled, followed closely by Jill, then Rachel.

The tired party reached the snow lodge just before dusk. Alex and Gail checked in. They hadn't been able to book adjoining rooms, but at least they were along the same hallway.

It was decided that the group would go to their rooms and clean up, and meet at the lodge restaurant with their guide for dinner in an hour. Gail and Rachel went to their room, and Alex and Jill to theirs. 

The restaurant required only casual dress, so they wore the same fleece pants and sweatshirts to dinner.

Dinner was incredible, or maybe they were just incredibly hungry. With J.C. regaling them with stories of the park's history, and some of the funnier incidents involving tourists, usually involving "city-types" and the piles of buffalo droppings in the roads, their meal was informative and laugh-filled. After almost inhaling their dinners, J.C. retired to his cabin for the evening, and Gail and Alex decided to relax with some wine by the lounge's fireplace. As Alex sauntered off to get the wine, the girls announced that they were going to explore the lodge. Gail asked them if they'd mind stopping by their rooms and getting the cameras so she and Alex could check out the pictures they took.

Alex returned with the bottle and two glasses and sat next to Gail in the crowded lounge. After Alex filled their glasses, Gail took a sip, then asked "Soooo…when you first met Rachel, what was the very first thought in your head?"

"Well, when I turned…."

Just then, the girls returned and in blink of an eye, Gail had the cameras in her lap, and with dual "see you laters", Jill and Rachel were gone. 

Distracted from the previous conversation, the twosome fell into examining the images of the day…

"Alex, Jill really has a good eye. These are some great shots of that family of foxes that we saw just past the Painted Pot."

"Thanks, I like this picture of the trumpeter swan taking off…"

Bison…Mammoth Hot Springs….Coyotes…Ducks….Lake Yellowstone…they 'oohed' and 'aahed' their way through the photos from all of the cameras.

Finally, Alex exclaimed, "There! That one is my favorite shot of the day." The picture showed Rachel and Jill, helmets off, hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, hand-in-hand, walking out of the billowing steam, with Lake Yosemite immediately behind them, and the mountains and cloudless sky in the distant background.

"Hmm…looks like you have a really good eye too. Apparently nice eyes run in your family."

Without being consciously aware of it, they were emitting a "Soul Match in Progress, Do Not Disturb" vibe and a sphere of privacy had formed around them as the staff and other guests gave them space to complete the connection.

As they sat together, lost in conversation, they suddenly realized that the traffic in the restaurant and lounge had quieted down, yet they hadn't drawn apart on the couch near the fire. To tell the truth, neither of them wanted to increase the distance between their bodies.

They were getting ready to head to their rooms when they realized that they hadn't seen their daughters for well over an hour.

"Oh well," Gail observed, "they probably just wanted a little 'together' time."

Strolling down the hall, arms casually around each others' waists, they passed Gail and Rachel's room, and noted the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the doorknob with some amusement.

As he reached for the door, Alex chuckled, saying "I suppose that qualifies as 'together time'. Let's see if they are busy…"

Laughing, Gail grabbed his hand and dragged him away…

In the other room, the two were wondering how long they should wait, when Alex suggested, "We have two beds. You are welcome to relax here until Jill gets back."

"That sounds good. Let me wash up and we can get some rest."

As Gail headed toward the bathroom, Alex turned to clear the luggage off the beds, and tried to hide his growing erection. He was actually a little embarrassed about it – while Gail was an incredibly intelligent, sexy, and desirable, they were connecting on a level that he had never felt before, not even with his wife. He didn't want to mess that up.

Shaking his head, as if trying to shake out the thoughts of Gail in his hotel room all night, he finished one bed, and moved over to the second one, calling out "Almost done clearing off the second bed. Which one do you want?"

He heard the bathroom door open as he was closing up a suitcase. Behind him, Gail said softly "It could get cold in here tonight. I think you only really need to clear one bed."

Turning quizzically, Alex's heart stopped. When he remembered to breathe again, Alex moaned at the most magical sight of the entire day. Gail stood before him, her hair freed from the practicality of the pony tail, draped around her glowing face. Her sweatshirt, unzipped to her waist, draped over her swaying breasts. 

And her fleece pants, well, they were draped over the bathroom door.

Almost of their own volition, their lips met, tentatively, then confidently, with the hunger of two souls joining; tongues dancing, enticing, exhilarating, hands caressing, massaging, arousing. After what seemed like ages, their lips separated, panting. Gail slid her hands under his shirt, seeking and finding his nipples; nursing at them through his shirt. Alex inhaled deeply, lost in the sensation and the scent of her hair, palms sliding down her back and over her soft globes, flinching when Gail playfully bit one of his nips. Alex slid a finger along the crevasse, closer to her moistening pussy. Gail pulled his head down to her face, slipping her tongue into his ear and then moving her hands back to his chest. 

With a sudden, swift motion, she pushed Alex backward into the room's lone chair. Crawling onto his lap facing him, she reached a finger between her legs and covered it with the essence found there. Bringing the finger to her breasts, she massaged it into her nipples before grabbing the back of Alex's head and crushing his mouth to her chest. Alex suckled feverishly, hands under her ass; lifting her flesh to his mouth, her hips swaying, grinding her drenched pussy over his straining sweatpants-covered cock. 

"I think that's for me, isn't it?" Gail said.

Alex answered with a mammary-muffled moan. Gail slid off him, dropping to her knees on the floor in front of Alex; stroking his cock through his pants. She took hold of the waist and slid his sweats and underwear over his hips and down to the floor.

She beheld his thick 6 ½' pole, freed from its constraints, standing erect in the dimly-lit hotel room.

Riveting his eyes with her electric gaze, Gail swirled his pre-cum around the head. After dragging her fingernails gently along the shaft, she encircled it with her hand, stroking a few times. With a half-smile on her face, she bent toward the head and flicked a drop of pre-cum off the head with the tip of her tongue.

Alex was moaning in short gasps now. 

Gail licked her lips, opened them and gently took the head between them, gently sucking at it. Cradling his full, aching balls, she licked the shaft from tip to base. Kissing her way back to the crown, she completely enveloped his cock with the velvet heaven of her mouth. Gail's tongue snaked out to caress his shaft as her mouth teased him closer to climax.

Pulling back and lifting his leg onto the arm of the chair, she raised his shaft, and began tonguing his hanging sack. Alex's eyes closing in pleasure while Gail flicked her tongue across one of his balls and her hand stroked the saliva-moistened pole. 

"Keep that up, and I will cum, babe," murmured Alex.

Moving up again, Gail slid his shaft past her lips one more time. Fucking his cock with her mouth, she started to bob her head faster.

"I wasn't jok…ohhhh" Alex broke off as her fingers stroked his sac in time with her mouth on his shaft. 

Gail whispered "I know" and then took his cock completely into her mouth so that her lips were in his pubic hair. She was pumping him steadily now. Her hand snaked down to her dripping opening and she slipped a finger in far enough to cover it with her lubrication.

Surrendering to the churning in his balls that signaled his impending explosion, Alex's head fell back as his eyes closed. As he approached his orgasm, his world became focused on the sensations between his legs. His universe spun out of control when he felt a wet finger pressing against his asshole, then venturing in part way before plunging in all the way to the third knuckle. Alex screamed, his hips thrusting up to meet Gail's lips as he exploded into his orgasm. His semen boiled out of his balls, filling her greedy mouth. The intensity of the sensations he was experiencing and sight of her eagerly swallowing his cum caused Alex to momentarily pass out. When he regained his senses, his vision settled on Gail, resting her head on his thigh, trailing butterfly-light kisses along his softening cock, a puddle of his cum cooling on the chair beneath him.

Alex gasped his appreciation with a single word. "Wow."

Smiling, Gail finally sat back on her haunches. Alex sat up, drew her to him and slid his tongue into the mouth that his cock had just filled, tasting himself on her. He slipped his tongue out of her mouth, gathered the come on her face, and shared it with her. Gail raked her fingers through his hair as she pulled his head to her face.

"You know, most men wouldn't kiss a woman whose mouth tasted of their cum". 

Alex answered by slipping his tongue into her mouth and swabbing the remaining juice out and then sharing it with her again. 

Keeping his tongue dancing with Gail's, Alex slid his hands around to cup her ass, his hands resting on her cheeks momentarily, then lifted her off the floor. With Gail's arms around his neck, and her legs around his hips, he carried her over to the bed and gently lay her down on it. As he moved his lips from her mouth to her throat, he nipped at the skin on the way to her heaving breasts and laved her aureole as she dragged her fingernails along the length of his back. His hands spreading her thighs to unlock her legs, he moved between them. He lowered his face, kissing his way to her navel, then darting his tongue in and out and around it. Scooting lower, he kissed the top of her bush before stopping to inhale deeply. As he savored the fragrance radiating from her arousal, he gazed at Gail with his eyes glowing with lust. With a half-smile of his own, raised her legs, exposing her completely to him, and said to her "My turn."

Beholding the soon-to-be object of his attentions, enjoying the sight of her labia in full bloom, Alex luxuriated in the heat from her for a moment. Then, as if genuflecting at the altar of lust, he kissed each of her thighs.

…And then ran his tongue from her mons, over her sodden labia, and swiped it across her perineum, then back up to her labia, paying special attention to not stimulating her engorged clit.

Yet. 

He played with each part of her lips with his tongue, with his tongue lifting them into his mouth, gently suckling the secretions off of them. Gail's hands were on the back of his head, massaging his scalp as if she could massage her pussy through him. She moaned softly when Alex's tongue ventured into her opening, swabbing the juices seeping from her pussy. He drank them down, as if trying to quench an unquenchable thirst.

Gingerly he took her clit between his lips and touched the tip of his tongue to it while Gail pulled at his hair. Alex kneaded the cheeks of her ass as his hands held her open for his ministrations.

Alex tongue dove back into her opening, drinking in the juices that were flowing freely. Using his tongue, he spread them over her labia then flitted his tongue around her clit. 

Gail groaned as Alex rubbed her asshole with his thumb, then whimpered as his tongue moved away from her clit to swipe back and forth across her outer lips.

Her hands gripped his hair as her need for release grew stronger. He pulled his head back a little and moved his finger in, tracing a path around the edge of her opening. Alex used the tip of his finger to stroke her clit a few times, coating her button with her juices. 

As his finger moved back to her opening, Gail moaned "You are doing that deliberately, you evil, evil ahhhh…" breaking off when one finger, then two, pushed into her molten hole. Alex twisted his wrist slowly as he moved his fingers in her pussy. Gail's hips started to thrust upward as she tried to get his fingers in deeper. 

Resting her legs over his shoulders, Alex's free hand moved to her now sweat-covered breasts. He brushing his mustache over her throbbing button then took it into his mouth. As his fingers pumped steadily in her, he alternated licking and sucking her clit. 

Her breath was coming in gasps as one hand tickled her nipple, the other stroked her pussy, and his tongue worked her clit. 

She twirled her fingers through his hair before exclaiming "Oh shit, I'm going to come all over your tongue!"

Chuckling, Alex started pinching her nipple as he whispered "I know."

At that, both of her hands clenched in his hair, pulling his face to her pussy. Gail screamed incoherently as her hips undulated uncontrollably. 

Finally, she emitted a long wail from the depths of her arousal before toppling over the edge into a massive orgasm. Her pussy's juices completely soaked his arm and face. Alex lightly kissed her mons as she came down from the high of her climax. As he eased his fingers out of her pussy, Alex used his tongue to scoop out the remnants of her orgasm. Gail stroked his hair delicately as she caught her breath, before pulling Alex up next to her. Their lips met again in a deep, unhurried kiss. Gail pushed her tongue in Alex's mouth, tasting herself, then licked drops of her juices out of his mustache and fed them back to him. 

…A little while later, with the lights out, Gail curled up in Alex's arms. Nuzzling his chest hair while Alex stroked her back, she murmured, "You know, you never did answer the question."

"Mmmm…that feels good…what question?"

"When you first saw Rachel, at the very first moment, what did you think?"

"Mmmm…the first thought that shot into my head when I saw her?"

"Yeah…"

Grinning in the darkness, Alex replied "I thought that at least Jill has great taste in women."

Alex went on. "Now, I think her dad has pretty good taste in women, too."

"Sweet words and flattery may not get you everywhere but they just might get you back between my legs, Al…"

Gail was interrupted by Alex's tender kiss.

"A few more of those will help too, mister," Gail whispered hoarsely after they separated.

Slipping her hand between his legs, she began slowly stroking his already semi-erect cock. When it was hard enough for her purposes, she rose up, lifted her leg over him, and straddled his legs facing him, still stroking his cock.

Alex reached up to cradle her breasts in his palms, brushing his thumbs over her erect nipples. He dropped his hands to her hips when she moved over his cock. She fitted him into her well-lubed pussy and started rocking slowly. 

"By the way, Alex, this trip was a wonderful idea. Thank you for inviting us along."

"Thank you for coming along. Today was great, and tomorrow should be even better. After breakfast in the morning, do you want to watch an eruption of Old Faithful before we do the outbound leg of our tour?"

Starting to swivel her hips, Gail's breathing quickened. "That sounds good. We should get lots of pictures of that, too. And maybe, just maybe, we will be lucky enough to see some wolves before we leave the park."

Reaching up, Alex slowly caressed her soft breasts. He wondered aloud "Do you think the kids had a good time today?" 

"Yessssssmmmmmmm...Rachel was having a blast. Jill was pretty excited too. You heard them at dinner – neither one could stop talking about the sights."

"By the way, Alex, we really should tip J.C. well – he really knows his stuff, and has been really patient with us city-types. I think that he has made the trip a lot more enjoyable than it would have been if we were on our own."

Gail punctuated her statement by leaning forward, resting her hands on Alex's chest and increasing the pace of her hips bouncing on his cock.

"You're right, Gail. I liked how when the kids wanted to stay and watch the coyote pack playing, he didn't try to push us along," gasped Alex.

With Gail's hips drumming a beat that matched the beat of his heart, Alex reached up, cupping her breasts in his palms, tugging at her nipples. 

With an animalistic growl deep in the back of her throat, Gail quickened her pace on Alex's cock, and reached the release of her peak as Alex shot his load deep into the recesses of her pussy. Her juices covered his cock, balls and legs as she quaked through her climax, her hips finally slowing as she caught her breath.

Gail collapsed on top of him, kissing Alex as their combined fluids continued to seep from her pussy. As she moved her lips up to his forehead and started kissing away the sweat that had formed there, she said "My turn to say 'wow'. 

"Just in case you haven't been told this today, you are an incredible woman."

Later, in the dark room down the hall, Jill spooned behind Rachel, nipping at the tiger tattoo on the back of her shoulder, and then whispered in her ear "you are an incredible woman."

"And you are incredibly perceptive," laughed Rachel.

Giggling, Jill retorted "In that case, I perceive that your mother raised an incredible woman who is a slut".

"Say what? How am I a slut, little 'Miss-I-like-to-bury-my-face-in-pussy'?" Rachel asked, as a grin spread across her face.

"Let's see…here we are, 80 miles from anywhere, any supplies and clothing that we need we have to carry in ourselves in two small saddlebags, and you bring in your silver bullet. I would say that anybody that places a higher priority on getting off than on another pair of clean underwear definitely qualifies as a slut. Yup. Definitely."

Jill squealing in laughter as Rachel turned in her arms and tickled her for a minute before kissing her neck.

"Oh, is that how it is? In that case, does your father know that he raised a bitch?"




Getting Them Together



"I just have to hear this one. How am I a bitch?" asked Jill.

"Well, maybe I was a slut for bring a vibe along on the trip, but after it spent all day in 15-degree weather, you were the bitch who ran in over my pussy without warming it up first."

Jill convulsed in laughter, and mimicking a public address announcement said "And now, the champion and new world record holder in the prone, screaming high jump at 4 feet, 6 inches straight up, Rachel!!"

Now Rachel was laughing hard, too.

"Well, dear Rachel, you paid me back in spades – the going-over you gave me with the vibe means my ass is going to be sore for days."

"Ummm, Jill," ventured Rachel, "something doesn't qualify as 'payback' when it makes you scream 'make me come, dammit, right now' at the top of your lungs. Nope, sorry, definitely not payback."

Nuzzling Rachel's neck, Jill said sheepishly "Yeah, I was a little loud, wasn't I? I am a little surprised the neighbors didn't call to complain to the front desk."

"Actually Jill, I think the bigger surprise is that my mom didn't interrupt us. Even with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the knob, it is now," Rachel raised up to look at the digital clock glowing on the nightstand, and then leaned back down, "almost 12:30 a.m. She was tired at dinner and that was over five hours ago."

"Hey, Rachel - want to go make sure they're ok?"

"Don't you mean 'hey Rachel - want to go see if my brilliant match-making plan worked'?" laughed Rachel.

"I liked the way I put it better."

….Padding quietly down the deserted hall toward the other room while barefooted, they hesitated at the door. Jill reached out and softly knocked.

Silence.

Jill turned to Rachel questioningly. "Well?"

"Your idea, babe. Go for it."

Jill used her cardkey to unlock the door and eased it open. The aroma that assailed her as she poked her head in was testament to her plan's success. She peered in, and in the shadows thrown by the bathroom light, she could see two shapes sleeping on the closest bed. 

She stepped back, turning to Rachel, with a big smile on her face, and whispered "Oh yeah."

"So, gee, do ya think that they'll whine about us sharing a room tonight?" laughed Rachel.

"No, but I better get my stuff for the morning," said Jill, quietly slipping back into the room.

Stopping Jill for a moment, Rachel whispered "that's a great idea. Be right back…"

…In bed early the next morning, Alex lay propped on one arm, watching Gail sleep. He couldn't believe his good fortune – after the years of loneliness, finding this unbelievably smart and sensual woman. He smiled as his mind's eye flashed on images of last night.

As if sensing his thoughts, Gail began to stir, her eyes opening and blinking the remnants of sleep from them. As her eyes adjusted to the dim morning light, she saw Alex gazing down at her with a satisfied smile.

"Hey you" she said, as she snuggled in closer to him.

"Hey yourself" replied Alex as he leaned down to kiss her.

When they broke their kiss, Gail caressed Alex's face and asked "how are we going to tell the kids? Do you think that they will freak?"

Pointing over her, Alex replied "I don't think that is going to be a problem. Take a look."

Gail rolled over and there on the floor, by the door, was her travel bag. 

"Well, that solves the problem of the awkward conversation when I showed up at the room this morning, looking for my soap and shampoo and stuff."

"Gail, knowing our daughters, something tells me that the conversation at breakfast is still going to be pretty interesting."

"We definitely won't be able to give them grief about their disappearing act last night, will we? In fact, I bet they're going to be merciless to us today," laughed Gail.

Nuzzling Gail, Alex replied "Wanna bet? They are intelligent, mature, and well-educated young women. They would never think of stooping so low as to tease their parents, right?"

They both pulled back, looked deep into each other's eyes and exclaimed "Naaahhhh!!" in unison just before breaking they burst into a fit of laughter.

When they calmed down, Alex rose from the bed, saying to Gail, "Want to get your stuff ready for a shower while I shave?

"Sounds like a plan to me."

…With her towel over her shoulder, Gail leaned against the door of the bathroom, watching Alex guide his razor over his face, turning his face from sandpaper to silk.

Alex stood in total amazement at the relaxed sensuality of this woman. She made the simple act of 'leaning' not just arousing, but intoxicating.

Their eyes met in the mirror. " [[Something here]]"

Alex wiped the shaving cream off of his face, and turned to Gail. Running his hand over his cheek, he said, "All done. Now it is as smooth as your bottom. See?"

Gail stepped to him, and began gliding her hands over his cheeks. "Mmmm…that is smooth," and cradling his face to hers, kissed him softly on the lips. She moved her mouth to his cheek… kissing… licking… pursing her lips and suckling at his cheek.

Reaching a hand down to stroke his erection, and said huskily, "Yes…as smooth as the head of your cock."

They kissed again, passionately. She slowly stroked him, while he ran his fingers through her hair with one hand and kneaded the cheek of her ass with the other.

When they broke, Alex moaned "Damn. We barely have enough time for two showers, much less…"

Putting a finger to his lips, Gail interrupted. "So who says we have to take two showers? Two of the joys of hotels are large shower stalls and an endless supply of hot water."

Dropping her towel and leading a smiling Alex by his cock, she walked over to the shower, and turned on the spray.

…In the shower, they slowly lathered each other's bodies, relishing the tender intimacy of the moment. Between kisses, Alex and Gail made sure not to neglect any part of each other – soap bubbles and hot water were directed to the parts of each other's body that they had so enjoyable shared last night. She cleaned his cock, paying special attention to that sensitive spot under the shaft that connects to his balls, then running her soapy fingers down the crack of his ass. For his part, Alex paid homage to each of her breasts in turn, before moving to her pussy. After thoroughly lathering it, he cupped water from the shower over her mound to rinse it off.

Then, turning her around to face the wall, he advised her that "there is one more place to clean," and dropping to his knees, began running the bar of soap along the crack of her ass. Gail leaned on the wall as Alex ran a soapy finger across her puckered asshole.

"Ohhhh…that is sooooo dirty, Alex."

"Not when I'm done, babe," sliding his finger up into her ass, stopping when his finger met the resistance of her sphincter.

"Hmmm…I may have missed a spot," and, gently massaging his finger in her hole, slid his finger past the muscle all the way in, enjoying the sound of Gail's sharp intake of air.

"I think you found the spot right there," advised Gail as she arched her back, encouraging Alex to continue.

"You may be right. Let's rinse off the soap and check," said Alex as he slowly extricated his finger from her rear opening. 

His hands on her globes, he slowly spread them until he could see her pink-ringed brown star. He watched the rivulets of water glide down the cleft, over her opening, and dropping to the floor of the shower stall.

Bent slightly at the waist, her fingers pinching her nipples, her face against the tiles of the stall, Gail asked "How does it look back there?"

Gazing raptly at her ass, Alex replied "It looks clean, but there is only one way to be sure."

With that, he leaned in and dragged his tongue over her pussy, to her rear opening, and then up to the top of her crevice, kissing the top of the cleft.

"Mmmm… Alex, no one's ever done that…ohhhh that feels soooooo good…" said Gail as Alex distracted her from her original train of thought by flicking his tongue over her asshole, then darting the tip in and swirling it around, opening it up to his attentions.

"Then does that mean that no one has ever done this?" cooed Alex before he spread her cheeks as wide as possible and began pushing his tongue into her hole, past her sphincter, until his chin was on her pussy. He began a piston motion, sliding his tongue in and out, undulating it, causing Gail gasp, then pant, as her arousal took complete control of her.

Alex reached up to her pussy, only to find her fingers there, already strumming her engorged clit…Alex smiled to himself as he curled a finger into her vaginal opening, establishing a rhythm in her pussy that matched his tongue in her ass.

Gail was swaying her hips, trying to get his tongue deeper in her, as she started to keen softly… "I'm going to come soon, babe, and hard…"

His tongue a rod of supple steel in her ass, and two fingers now in her pussy, Gail reached back, pulled his head to her, screamed, and reached a quaking climax on Alex's fingers and chin, her cries echoing off the bathroom tiles.

As Gail struggled to catch her breath, Alex rose up behind her, kissing and nipping at the back of her neck.

Feeling his raging erection straining against her back, Gail turned her head and smiling, said "Your turn. Get the conditioner for me, will you?"

Alex reached over and picked up the conditioner and looked at Gail. 

Holding out her hand, Gail told him "Squirt some on my hand, then squirt some on my asshole and work it in."

Pouring a generous amount into the palm of her hand, Alex then squirted some directly onto her asshole. Putting the bottle back down on the shower stall's shelf, he started working the improvised lube into her asshole as Gail stroke his cock, smearing the conditioner over his head and shaft.

When they were both thoroughly lubed, Alex moved the head of his cock to her asshole.

Gail reached back, her hand on his hips, stopping him for a moment.

"Slowly. Be gentle – I've done this before, but it has been many years since anybody has been back there."

"Absolutely – it has been a long, long time since I have done this, too," Alex assured her, as he began circling the head of his cock around her opening.

"You don't seem to have forgotten anything, Alex…"

They both moaned as the head of his cock eased past her tight anal ring. Alex stopped to allow her to get used to the sensation. After Gail relaxed enough to let him continue, Alex began slowly moving his hips. Sliding out an inch, back in a little more, gradually he worked 5 inches into her vise-like passage. His hands grasping her hips, he built a slow and steady thrusting rhythm. Alex moaning continuously as Gail thrust her hips back into him. 

Realizing Alex was completely embedded in her when she felt his balls on her pussy, Gail panted "Damn, I didn't think you were going to fit all the way in the first time we did this." 

Alex's hand reached up to squeeze her swaying breast as Gail's stretched between her legs to fondle his balls as he thrust into the heat of her ass. Alex pinched her nipple before bending forward to nuzzle her neck.

"Damn, this is going to make me come soon," gasped Alex.

"Do it Alex, I want to feel your cock throbbing and filling my ass." Gail grunted as she stroked his sac.

At that, Alex screamed, and began spurting, emptying his balls into her in a seemingly endless orgasm, thoroughly filling her. Gail moved her fingers to her clit, bringing herself to a quaking climax as Alex continued to thrust his softening cock in her hole.

… After cleaning each other off again, they turned off the shower spray and stepped out of the shower stall.

Alex wrapped Gail in one of the white bath towels while, between kisses, she ran one over his body. After thoroughly drying each other, Gail looked up at Alex. "Why don't you get dressed while I finish cleaning up?"

Alex looked at her quizzically. "Ummm, isn't that what we have been doing for the last 45 minutes or so?"

"I have to do a little more, or semen and conditioner will be seeping into my panties all day. Under other circumstances, that might be delightfully nasty. Today, though, that will just be nasty."

"Gotcha," and with a squeeze of her hip and one last kiss, Alex went out into the room to dress and pack for the trip out of the park.

After Gail finished her ablutions and dressed, they called the other room and arranged to meet the girls at the restaurant. When they arrived, they found J.C. seated at a table, with Jill and Rachel on one side, talking about the plan for the day.

After they sat down opposite the girls, and the waiter took their breakfast orders, J.C. asked "So, did everyone sleep ok last night?"

The group looked at each other's glowing faces, and said "Oh yes", "Like a log", "Incredibly well," before laughing.

Alex and Rachel, sitting closest to J.C., asked about some of the sights that they would visit on their way out of the park. While they were focused on their guide's response, Gail squirmed a little in her chair, trying to find the most comfortable position for her sore ass. She looked up, and caught the eyes of Jill, who was doing some squirming of her own. Their faces flushed a little, and then both grinned knowingly at each other before turning their attentions to the other people at the table and the rest of their day…..

End of chapter 1.