11 comments/ 35628 views/ 7 favorites Accept the Unexpected By: pacuiceman I was sipping my first beer at a little bar within walking distance of my office, waiting for Jeff. We met in Army basic training at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, in January 1971, and became close friends. Since our names started with the same letter, Stevens for me, and Simmons for Jeff, we ended up in the same 15 man squad, and bunk mates. We found we shared a lot of the same history even though he grew up in California and I grew up in Maine. We were both brought up to work until the work was done, and it didn't matter if it was a 15 minute chore or 15 hour backbreaking job. This kind of work ethic endeared us to our drill instructors immediately. If there was a dirty, nasty or just uncomfortable task assigned to our unit it was given to Jeff and I. We didn't complain, we just did it fast and complete, then we had our fun. We were the cut ups, making everyone laugh no matter how tired they were. Initially, we introduced ourselves while we set up our bunks and footlockers according to a diagram, and talked about what we expected from basic training. We discussed a rumor we heard, that anyone volunteering for jump school would not be shipped over seas to Vietnam with everyone else. I remember talking it over with Jeff. We weren't sure what jump school was, but it definitely sounded better than the alternative. Its not that we were scared, but hell, who looks forward to being on the wrong end of a gun sight. So we decided to take the chance if it was offered. The very next day it was announced and we raised our hands. We were immediately rewarded with an extra 100 push ups every day to prepare us to learn military parachuting. Looking at each other, we burst out laughing and started pushing the base towards China. It still makes me smile and chuckle, but I have no idea why. After basic training, we were sent to San Antonio to become medics. Every day we spent together we became closer and closer. We didn't look anything like each other, but we could have been twins. At 5 foot 9, 165 pounds, I was dwarfed by Jeff weighing in at 210 and 6 ft 4. Our kinship became a little freaky when we began reading each others thoughts. It was first noticed by one of our instructors during an exam when we had the exact same answers and even got the same questions wrong the same way. He wanted to know how we cheated, because Jeff sat at the end of the row and I was assigned to the first seat of the next row. We assured him we didn't, but that was the answer he expected from us whether or not we cheated. The instructors got together to discuss the situation, and decided the exam had to be retaken while Jeff and I were in different rooms. Even though it was different versions of the exam, the results were the same. Although, they decided we didn't cheat, they didn't know what to do with us. While, we on the other hand, knew exactly what to do, we started playing poker, and cleaning up. It wasn't unusual for each of us to each win more than 200 bucks a weekend. It doesn't seem like much now, but when your pay is only 100 dollars a month, it feels like a fortune. We even started to lend money to guys that were short before payday. For every ten dollars lent, we got 15 back. We knew it wouldn't last, so we saved every dime. At the end of the ten week course we had saved over 2000 dollars each. Not too bad for a couple of buck privates. We finished our medic training, went on to jump school and were assigned to the 82nd Airborne stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C. It was here that our link was tested and needed the most. Shortly after we arrived at Ft. Bragg, we learned we were going to Vietnam. Not as combatants, but as support for a group temporarily assigned to teach the South Vietnamese how to use the new anti tank weapons. While we were there, our base was attacked with mortars and small arms fire. We grabbed our rifles and jumped into neighboring foxholes. After the mortar barrage, it was pitch black, and dead silent, and that's when I got scared. I stared out into the darkness, looking for any difference I could find. Fortunately, and unfortunately, I saw it, standing behind Jeff's foxhole, with a long knife. I had just one thought: "Duck". Jeff heard me even though I didn't make a sound, and dived for the bottom of his hole as I let loose on the Vietcong soldier, stopping him in his tracks. That was our one and only contact with the enemy. The rest of our temporary duty was uneventful, and we returned to Ft. Bragg without ever mentioning the incident again. We finished our tour in 1975, and I never heard from Jeff again, that is until 2 days ago. Jeff called me out of the blue, saying he had been trying to track me down, and wanted to meet me to discuss something very important. So here I am after 35 years waiting for the closest friend I ever had. I was facing the bar, away from the door when Jeff stepped into the room. We still had our connection, because clear as day I heard him ask, " Okay Bill, where are you?". So I mentally answered him , "I'm around the corner, at the end of bar, behind the fat guy with the Yankee cap." I instantly recognized his laugh and he mine as he made his way through the crowd. Jeff looked like a cowboy with his hat, boots, jeans and plaid shirt. If anything he looked even bigger now. He probably weighed close to 250 now, but he wasn't fat. His arms and chest stretched the shirt fabric tight. His hair had a touch of grey, and there were lines around his eyes. The smile though, that was as big as ever. Almost every female head in the bar, turned to watch as he made his way through the crowd. There was something incongruous though, it was the briefcase he was carrying, it just didn't fit. It was an emotional moment for the two of us, meeting again after all this time. Anyone looking at us hugging and carrying on, probably thought we were a gay couple, but we didn't care. As far as we were concerned, we were the only ones in the bar, and we were still jumping out of airplanes. We sipped our beers, and reminisced about the old days, and what we did after our discharge. I explained I went to college with my savings to get my business degree, and have been working in offices ever since, was married to a great lady and had two boys and six grand-kids. Jeff started his story, by saying, its a long story, but it's a great one. When I got out of the Army, I bought myself a used pickup truck, and built a small cover for the bed. Eventually, I drove myself to southern California, by way of the Florida, and Texas beaches, sleeping in the back of the truck. I needed to be in wide open spaces especially at night. The night of the attack in Vietnam was still causing nightmares. I owed my life to you, even though you said it was no big deal, it was to me. Rationally, I knew I hadn't seen much, but that didn't stop the nightmare. I knew I wouldn't be around if you weren't there, and that thought haunted me. I spent a month on the beaches around San Diego, relaxing, enjoying the freedom, watching all those bikinis bouncing up and down. One day I picked up the morning newspaper to find a job. I was getting more and more depressed at my options: used car salesman, office help, electrician helper, dishwasher. Then I saw it, a small ad in the corner, handyman/ranch hand needed. I called the phone number, a lady answered, explained the job and gave me directions to find the ranch after she confirmed I was still interested. It took me nearly three hours to find the dirt road cutoff she described as her driveway. To call it a dirt road was an exaggeration. The ruts connecting the potholes made the 15 minute drive a shaky proposition, but somehow my poor truck and tooth fillings made it. The driveway went between, over and around the boulders, until finally I saw the buildings as I crested the last hill. It was a small valley with a barn on the left, nice sized ranch style house in the middle and a small shack arranged in a semicircle. It was a brown sun burnt valley dotted with low green sage brush and the occasional joshua tree. As I got closer I could make out the remnants of a horse corral to the right of the shack with a trough that had seen better days. The driveway entered the yard between the corral and the barn. The whole scene reminded me of some old western movie. At any moment, I expected Roy Rogers to leap out, jump on a horse, and gallop off into the mountains leaving Gabby Hayes stumbling across the porch. Of course if he did, he would be about 180 years old, and looking just as rugged as the countryside. After parking the truck, I stepped up to the porch while the boards bent and creaked in protest to my size. I knocked on the door, and it was answered by a nice looking woman in her mid 30's, I think, wearing a flannel shirt behind overalls. I couldn't tell a thing about her figure, but her face had a nice slightly tanned girl--next-door kind of appeal. Her best feature was her penetrating blue/green eyes, like a deep mountain lake. She introduced herself as Rachel, and invited me inside. After stepping inside and blinking against the darkened room, I looked around to see an old stone fireplace between some bookshelves, with a primitive styled couch and chair, a couple of small end tables and a small desk and chair in front of the only window. She gestured and I sat on the couch while she sank into the chair. I then proceeded to tell her about myself, and some of the jobs I had before joining the Army, hoping to impress her enough to earn the job. She looked deep into my eyes while I talked, presumably to see if I was being honest. When I stopped, she finished her introduction. She inherited the ranch from her father who passed away over a year ago. Maintenance around the ranch, became too much for her, so she had placed the ad. She asked me if I knew how to ride a horse. I told her no but I was willing to learn. She then informed me what she could afford to pay me, but would pay it in cash. My salary was based on a five day work week and included insurance, with free room and board. Then she asked me if I was still interested. After hearing my answer, she stood up and took me on a quick tour of the property. We stepped into the barn, and my nose told me one of my first tasks was going to be a threesome, me, a shovel and a wheelbarrow. Scattered along the walls were various odds and ends from old horse shoes to rusty dusty saws, axes, pitchforks and a few things I didn't recognize. There were horses in two of the six stalls. From those old westerns, I knew one was a line backed dun, and the other was a three colored pinto, beyond that I was ignorant. It was very obvious that the pinto was a mare. The dun was a stallion, hoping for a little nooky, showing off the pride of his species. Both horses were clean and fly free, surprising me until Rachel informed me there wasn't much water nearby so there weren't any flies. Behind the barn was a pile of manure that resembled a small mountain, another task I predicted. We walked over to the shack, "This is the bunk house", she said, and my home to be. I peeked in and thought to myself, the cover on the back of my pickup was looking better all the time. Rachel left me there to get settled while she went to make dinner. The bed had a mattress that was only a few inches inches thick, looked ancient and weighed a ton. I remembered seeing a pair of gloves in the barn, so I went to get them. I wasn't about to touch that thing without them. I carried it out and draped it across the corral fence. The fence swayed under the new weight, leaned over, but stayed up. I grabbed a broom from the corner, swept out the place. Layers of dust, dirt, insect carcasses and the odd mouse corpse were removed . When I washed off the small table, I noticed the water stains and looked up to see light shining through a couple of places. My next job was obvious, I needed to fix the roof if I wanted to stay dry. I rummaged around in the barn, until I found a rusty old rug beater, a few wood shingles, and a ladder. The rug beater looked like a heavy metal tennis racket with a wooden handle. I leaned it up against the mattress, hoping to even out the railing, but it didn't work, the mattress was too heavy. I climbed the ladder up to the roof, and edged over to replace the missing shingles. The sound of me hammering the nails into the roof brought Rachel out to see the source of the commotion. I didn't realize she was watching until I climbed down and saw her walk back inside. I replaced the ladder and got ready to do battle with the blanket that passed for a mattress. I tied a rag across my face and grabbed the beater. Just as I was about to swing, raucous laughter interrupted me. Rachel was holding onto the porch wall with one hand, and her side with the other. "What's the matter? Are you afraid the mattress will identify you?" Even I chuckled then, but it all stopped with that first smack. With every swing the fence section moved back and forth, waving like a flag. The cloud from the mattress resembled a dust storm inside a vacuum cleaner. I tried to convince myself it was just dust. But thoughts of dead skin and dust mites crept in, and renewed my efforts until the cloud started to dissipate. I stepped away from the beating when Rachel called me in to eat. She took one look at me, and told me to jump in the shower. I saw why when I looked in the bathroom mirror. I was a dark dusty beige reverse raccoon. Whiter around the eyes, and under my nose, where my sunglasses and mask covered me. My dust covered clothes would have been perfect desert camouflage. I stripped and jumped in the shower, then heard the door open as she came in. "Here's a towel for you", then the door closed again. I finished quickly, stepped out, and grabbed the towel from the side of the sink. I was drying off my hair, when the door reopened, and she stepped in." Oops, sorry I didn't realize you were out already, your clothes are in the washer, here's a robe" I wasn't sure who was blushing more. I remember thinking, was it an accident, or was she checking me out? Then I looked at the robe she left for me, a silky soft short pink kimono with an oriental garden scene on the back, not exactly my size or style. Even though it was wide enough to go around me, it definitely wasn't long enough to cover all of me. From any distance at all it was obvious that a man my size was not supposed to wear this robe. I decided to see what would happen, so I put it on and walked back to the main room. Rachel blushed again as soon as she saw how it fit me, and it took all my will power to keep the front of the robe from levitating. I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, when she asked me to get a plate and glass for myself from the top shelf. As I reached up, I heard a gasp and realized the bottom of the robe rose significantly and she was getting an eyeful. The dinner was a simple yet tasty dish of beef, potatoes and green beans with homemade bread. We made small talk about the ranch, the weather and ourselves learning more about each other as we went along. She got up from the table and left to flip over the laundry into the dryer. She was gone for a few minutes so I asked if everything was okay. "Just gonna be a couple of minutes until the spin cycle finishes." she replied. I got up from the table and quietly walked around to find her back to the door, bent around the washer holding tightly against a corner until she threw her head back and choked back a moan. I had to leave quickly before the view got me an erection this robe would have no chance to hide, but it wasn't easy. Back at the table, there was a noticeable flush to her face, and a quicker breathing pattern, but I didn't mention it. We finished eating and I helped her with the dishes, even returning them to the upper shelf to see if there was a repeated response. This time the gasp was louder and more long drawn out, and I knew why. Although I wasn't sporting an erection, I had grown significantly and the robe only covered half of me when my arms were down. And almost all of me showed when my arms were up, but I pretended ignorance. My performance was much better than hers, as she kept looking at what the hem line revealed. We walked outside and sat on the porch to watch the sunset, while my clothes dried. I adjusted the opening of the robe as discretely as I could, but it didn't help much. We watched a few wild horses, and deer creep down from the hills presumably for water. Rachel asked me why I was working on my day off. So I explained I had little choice in the matter. It was to be my home, and the best time to fix a leaky roof, was when it wasn't raining. As far as the mattress was concerned, there was no way I was going to sleep on that infested mattress without cleaning it. After dressing in my own clothes, I was about to return the robe, when my hand brushed along the bottom and found a major wet spot that had an obvious source. All I could hope was that it would dry before she noticed. I folded the robe so the wet spot was inside and walked back to the main room. I handed the robe back to Rachel, thanked her for the great meal and clean clothes, and headed back out to put the mattress and my gear into the bunkhouse. I looked back and saw her on the porch as she unfolded the robe and ran her hand along it to smooth it out. It only took a second for her to find that spot. She rubbed her fingertips together noting the soft slippery thick consistency. She sniffed then licked her fingertips, before she walked back inside. I finished moving in just as the sun was starting to set, so I sat on the porch and watched the sky turn orange, then change ever so slowly into a smoky rose before fading into darkness. Once the light was gone, someone flipped a switch and turned on the stars. Thousands, maybe millions, of dots of light shining like I had never seen. Rachel came back out just as a series of falling stars raced across the horizon. We just sat back in awe and watched the show together, not talking, not wanting to spoil the moment. Eventually, I got up, thanked her again, and said good night as I headed back to my shack. I woke to the clanging sound of an iron triangle before the sun was even peeked over the mountains. I got dressed and walked up to the house, knocked on the open door frame before stepping inside. She turned around from the stove, with a big smile looked at me and said, "That's the last time you will ever knock on that door. As a member of this family you just walk in." She was wearing another flannel shirt, this time tucked into a pair of tight fitting jeans. Her hair was pulled back away from her face into a pony tail. Now that I could see it, she had a very nice figure, nice full chest, slim waist and slim rounded hips. I could only wonder how she was able to hide it yesterday. Oh the impure thoughts I was having as she moved around the kitchen, if only she wasn't my boss and probably ten years older than me. I was glad to be sitting at the table so she couldn't see the effect she was having in my jeans. The soft rounded tops of her breasts as she bent over only added to my discomfort. She told me I would get my first riding lesson after breakfast, then she paused before finishing her sentence, so I could see the rest of the ranch. We saddled the horses, as she explained the secret to riding a horse is the way you sit. "You grip with your knees and move like you are having sex in a rocking chair, back and forth not up and down. We climbed aboard the horses and walked them around the yard towards a rocky cliff. Beyond the corral was crack in the ground, hidden by low growing sagebrush. Riding up I saw it was much bigger than it first appeared. It must have been all of 30 feet long, 15 feet across, and 10 feet deep. Along the bottom of the crack was a creek, more like a trickle of water, that disappeared back into the ground within six feet after the end of the crack. Accept the Unexpected Rachel explained, the water came from a spring on a rock shelf about six feet up the cliff side and returned to the aquifer on this end. It reminded me of an over sized bathtub, I just needed to find the plug. Her father warned her there was a huge rattlesnake nest on the shelf, so she never went near it. We finished the ride around the ranch in time for lunch. While she prepared lunch, I returned the horses to the barn, removed the gear, and gave them fresh food and water. Rachel walked in as I closed the last stall, and looked at my handiwork. "Not too bad for someone that never handled horses before, but after lunch they will need to be rubbed down and brushed too." We walked back and ate the sandwiches. She told me some of the things that needed work, but I should rest today as it would start tomorrow. After lunch I returned to the barn, found an old towel and proceeded to wipe off the horses. I turned around and Rachel was watching from the doorway. "Don't forget to rub up and down her legs. She likes it when you rub with long gentle strokes up and down the entire leg." "Like this?" I asked, as I rubbed the pinto's leg firmly from top to bottom then gently back up. "Mmmmmmm yes, just like that." Then she started blushing, and practically ran back to the house. After finishing with the horses, I walked back over to that crack marveling that I couldn't see it until I was on top of it. I could imagine a tribe of Indians hiding in wait to ambush a cavalry troop. Chuckling as I looked around and started moving rocks to see if I could dam up the water inside the crack. It would make a great swimming hole in the summer. The water slowly started to collect as I filled in holes with dirt and more rocks. This is going to take forever I thought, so I decided to check out the other end. The water trickled over the end of a rock shelf about a foot above my head, so I couldn't see the top. I hoped the rattlesnakes were still in hibernation, as I climbed up. The shelf was four or five feet across, and the spring flowed from under a bunch of rocks that looked like they were deliberately placed. I moved the small rocks and the water started flowing stronger, now it resembled a small creek. The one large boulder was too big for me to move, but I figured I could return and move it with a lever. Climbing back down was a little trickier as the rocks were starting to get wet, but I made it without incident. Now there was a small waterfall where before there was just a dribble. The water had started to pool by the time I walked back to my little dam . It looked very promising, but I knew I had a lot of work to do before it would be deep enough to use. I returned to the house just as Rachel was about to hit the triangle. She looked at me and started laughing, " I told you the work starts tomorrow". I looked down at myself, my dust covered clothes had streaks from sweat running everywhere. I looked like some sort of weird abstract painting. Then I thought all I needed was some flies to circle around me to make myself into a Charles Schultz character, and I started laughing at myself. "Just call me Pigpen". "Well, you are not going to sit at my table looking like that, go hit the shower!" Back in the shower, I wondered if she would walk in again. The thought started getting me excited. When I heard the door open, and I started hoping she would join me. I could see her outline as she stood motionless in front of the curtain for a moment or two. Then she bent down, stood up, turned around and left. I peeked out, my clothes were gone, and there were two towels on the sink, but no robe. I dried off and wrapped myself in one towel and wondered why she thought I would need two. I walked out as she walked by carrying a plate piled high with beef, potatoes and veggies for me. She wanted to know what I was doing to get so dirty when I was supposed to be relaxing. So I told her I was just amusing myself at let it go at that. We made small talk about the weather, the ranch, our families and stuff during dinner. I carried my plate into the kitchen and started filling up the sink. She walked up behind me, and brushed up against my hip. Only a quick grab on my count kept my towel in place, and I hurriedly retied the towel. I wondered if she did that on purpose. I started getting excited all over again, so I stood closer to the sink to hide my erection. When she came back in with more dishes for the sink, she reached across in front of me to put them in the soapy water. I was sure she saw the towel rise in front of me, when she blushed and hurried from the room. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to stand this tension, but something had to give. That night it did, and many more nights to follow, I relieved myself, something I hadn't done since high school. Every morning, Rachel had a list of chores for me to do. It seemed never ending, but she worked beside me making the work easier and even a little enjoyable, especially on those days she didn't wear a bra. I worked my butt off every day, and secretly built my dam higher and stronger. The swimming hole was attracting more wild animals. The problem was, they damaged the dam climbing over it to get the water. In the barn, I found a few pieces if pipe and two elbows. I connected the pipes and elbows into a Z shape, buried it into the dam, so it would drain the overflow into a a smaller dammed area. I hoped the animals would get their water from the smaller area and leave my swimming hole alone. After a couple of days, the smaller trough was filled, and the animals seemed to pass the word around. Soon we had coyotes, and big horn sheep to watch in addition to the horses and deer. Fortunately, most of them drank from the smaller pool so it was worth the effort. My swimming hole was getting deeper and the temperature was rose steadily. I looked forward to my first dip. It was a Friday afternoon, when I finished my chores early and headed over past the corral. I stripped down and jumped in, skinny dipping never felt so good. The water was chest deep, crystal clear and cold. After cooling off, I got dressed and went back to the bunk house. Rachel looked at me funny as I went into my cabin to change into clean clothes. Friday night had become what we referred to as our date night. It wasn't really a date, but we would go into town, eat at a restaurant, go to a movie, then return to the ranch after shopping. She would dress nicely, do up her hair, and put on her make up every time we went out. I was sure she got prettier and prettier every day. I realized I was falling in love with her, but she was my boss, and my work ethic stopped me in my tracks. It got to the point where I couldn't take my eyes off her even though she was so much older than me. Several times she caught my eyes drifting down into her ample cleavage, but mostly I looked deep into her eyes. I loved the ranch, adored her, and was afraid I would lose everything if she found out how I felt. During dinner that night, she told me we were going to return to town the next day to pick up the supplies needed to fix the roof of the house. There were several leaks I didn't know about, so her plan was to replace the whole roof starting bright and early Monday morning. Monday morning there were no clouds, the sun was bright, and it was already warm at breakfast time. Immediately after eating, I climbed up to the roof to remove the old shingles and tar paper. The plywood roof itself had to be removed as well. Rachel had climbed up and was removing the nails from the old boards, while I carried up the new ones. The boards were removed and replaced one at a time, in case it rained, or we couldn't finish. By noon, it was getting really hot on that roof, I looked over and Rachel was sweating bullets. I made a few more trips up and down the ladder. I looked over at her and she was swaying back and forth. I rushed over to grab her just as she started to topple over. She was unconscious, her breathing was irregular, her skin was hot and she wasn't sweating anymore, very bad signs. I knew she was having a problem with the heat and I had only minutes to get her cooled down before there would be permanent damage. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her down the ladder to the shower. I turned the water on warm, so it wouldn't be a shock to her system, and removed all of her clothes except her bra and panties. I didn't want her to think I took advantage of the situation, tempting as it was. I carried her back into the shower, sat her against the wall and turned the shower head towards her. The wetter her clothes got, the more transparent they became, displaying a magnificent set of breasts with large erect nipples and a smoothly shaved pussy. I turned the water to cold to cool both of us off, as I was starting to over heat in a different manner. After a few minutes, I carried her to the bed, stretched her out across the top and turned her fan to blow across her. I went into the kitchen, found the fixings and started a pot of chicken soup. I checked on her and saw she was sleeping, her breathing deep and regular, so I went back to work on the roof. I finished putting up the new plywood and unrolled the first strip of tar paper when I heard movement below. I climbed down and found her leaning against the doorjamb of her bedroom, wrapped in a blanket. She looked at me with an accusing stare, asked me what happened and where the hell were her clothes. I calmly explained she almost had a heat stroke, and passed out. I then explained about the shower, and showed her the chicken soup on the stove. She went back inside and I returned to the roof. I finished about dinner time, and went back in hoping she had calmed down. Fortunately for me, she was feeling much better. I told her to sit at the table and leave everything to me. While the noodles cooked, I made some cheesy garlic bread. When the noodles finished, I put the soup into bowls, added the noodles, placed the bread on plates and carried it out the table. She looked at the meal, looked up at me, and dipped the spoon into the broth. She tasted just the tip of the spoon, looked up at me in surprise, then took a spoonful before saying anything. "Wow Jeff, I didn't know you could cook. This is delicious. If the bread is as tasty as the soup, we are going to start sharing the cooking." I laughed and reached for the plate of bread, "In that case I need to go add soap to the cheese topping." She laughed and grabbed the plate from my hand. After eating an entire piece in three bites , she looked at me, and smiled, "Its settled, you cook dinner at least twice a week". She still felt a little weak the next morning, so I made breakfast for both of us, vegetable omelets, and hash browns with bacon bits. Rachel ate every morsel and practically licked up the residue on the plate. She went back to lay down with a contented smile while I cleaned up the kitchen. I then went out to the barn for my daily ritual of caring for the horses, and shoveling out the stalls, adding to the mountain in the back. It was still stifling hot. So after checking on Rachel, I planned a little trip to my swimming hole. Since she was asleep, I headed over to the swimming hole, stripped and jumped in. It felt so good, until I heard a noise. Rachel was standing there, holding my clothes, looking at me. "When did you do this?" I explained I worked on it for a couple of months and just let it fill up. With a sly smile she asked "Is this your preventative for heat stroke?". Before I could answer, she stripped off her clothes, jumped in and swam over to me. Then she reached down, found my erection, rubbed it a couple of times, before moving away. "I see cooking isn't your only talent." She started to float on her back, her magnificent breasts pointing skyward, her hard nipples leading the way , her legs opening and closing, exposing then hiding her smooth pink pussy as she slowly moved around. I couldn't take it anymore. As she opened her legs, I slid in between them, and grabbed her ass. All I heard her say was "Its about time!", as I started to kiss, lick and suck her inner thighs. I moved slowly towards the center of her being, until finally long slow licks up her lips. She wrapped her legs around my head, as she continued floating and moaning softly. Zeroing in on her love button, I started writing letters with my tongue. Her clit grew and grew to the biggest I had ever heard of. It was like a tiny cock, with a head and shaft, so I treated it like one. I alternated sucking it in and out between my lips. Her hips started to buck, and she had a harder time remaining afloat. I moved my hands further up her back to help support her, as she squeezed my ears with her thighs and rubbed my nose with her mound. I slid my tongue deep into her and was greeted with squeals of delight and a rush of deliciously flavored essence. I continued my efforts until I felt the grip on my head start to relax, and her breathing began to slow. She slid her legs down off my shoulders, looked into my eyes, kissed me long and deep, and said she had been waiting for that since the first day we met. Wrapping her legs around my waist she guided me into her pussy. Deeper and deeper I went. Moaning her approval as inch by inch I worked my way inside. Bracing my legs, while tilting my hips to get the right angle kept me occupied to maintain my balance. Rachel on the other hand concentrated on her rhythm. Rocking back and forth, rubbing me against her g spot and clit at the same time. I could feel her intensity growing as she got tighter and tighter. Progressively louder and shorter her moans began to sound more like whinnies. Her legs squeezed my hips as hard as her pussy gripped my erection. Bucking faster and faster, she started cumming. I could feel her pulsating pussy getting even wetter. If I thought her first climax was impressive, this one was absolutely over the top. I could feel her squirting, streaming against my pelvis as she pounded her hips into me harder and faster. Then her entire body spasm-ed into bands of steel, and she stopped breathing. After about a minute she opened her eyes and started breathing again. Her ragged breath slowed as her orgasm subsided and her grip on my neck and hips eased. She climbed down off me, and realized I still had not climaxed. She grabbed my hand, and led me back to our clothes where she bent down, put on her boots, and handed mine to me. We walked back to the house holding each other, wearing nothing but boots. As we reached the house, I scooped her up into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and nuzzled into my shoulder. I laid her down on her bed, and started kissing her. Lips, ears, neck, breasts, and rock hard nipples in slow progression were kissed, nibbled, and sucked. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears and spurred me on to do more. Suddenly she grabbed my ears and pushed my head away, saying "Now its my turn", as she rolled me over onto my back. "The next one better last a long time" she shouted over her shoulder as she left the room. Rachel returned a moment later with an ice cube, which she began rubbing around my nipples. My nipples got hard enough to cut glass. She warmed them up by sucking, nibbling and stretching them with her teeth. She proceeded to move down my chest, and that ice cube disappeared into her mouth. I felt those cold lips move against my shaft as it got harder and longer. Then she added her tongue, swirling round and round the head forcing me to arch my back so I wouldn't choke her. Then she started bobbing her head up and down, using her hands in the opposite direction. Oh my god, what a sensation, it was sweet torture. It was as if I breathed through my erection, as she sucked my breath away. Sensing I was near the end, she started to suck harder and bob faster. My dick throbbed in time with my heart beat as it pulsated against her tongue. I lasted less than five minutes as I exploded to fill her mouth with my first blast, covering her face, and breasts with the next bursts. When I stopped cumming she produced a cloth from somewhere and cleaned us both, while I laid back to catch my breath. She crawled up, put her head on my chest, while she still gripped my waning erection. I woke up a little later when she started stimulating me. It didn't take her long to get me hard again, then with a sly smile she straddled me. She slid me inside her, looked me straight in the eye and said "Remember, like sex in a rocking chair." It didn't take me long to realize why women loved cowboys, guys love cowgirls, and why women always smile when riding a horse. We rocked back and forth, the friction and angle together prolonged the sensation. I grabbed her ass and matched her stroke for stroke as her full luscious breasts bobbed in front of me urging me on. She started cumming, each orgasm stronger than the last. Squeezing me with every contraction, kept me from finishing, thank God for Kegels. We moved from one position to another, our pleasure rose with each change until it was finally my turn and I let loose deep inside her. Afterward, Rachel swore she felt me up to her ribs, and my spurts up to her throat. We fell asleep holding each other, and woke up the next morning in the same position. She looked at me, told me to move my stuff to the house while she made breakfast. For the next thirty some odd years, we lived, worked, swam and slept side by side. Every evening we watched the wild animals parade down the trails toward our swimming hole with the sunset as a background. I proposed several times, and each time she turned me down saying she wasn't ready. I had no idea what she was waiting for. One day when she told me she was running into town for a few errands, but needed some chores done, so I stayed behind and worked. She returned just as it was getting dark, told me she had a stomachache, and wanted to lay down. I made a light dinner, but she didn't want anything. Over the next few months, she started hurting so much, that any extra pressure on the belly caused her excruciating pain. Then one night she looked at me and said "I want to make love". I told her I didn't want to hurt her, it wasn't worth it to me to see her in pain. She was determined, got up on her knees and straddled my face. I certainly wasn't going to look a gift pussy in the mouth, or was I. I grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer teasing her clit with my nose then my lips and tongue. I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue up and down its length. I curled my tongue around it then started fluttering my tongue at the same time. She began to rock her hips while she ground her pussy into my face. Her moans got louder, her breath ragged, as she grabbed my ears and pulled me harder into her. She nearly drowned me as she came and filled my mouth faster than I could swallow. Rachel barely paused to catch her breath as she slid down my body until I could feel her wetness on the the tip of my cock. She slowly pushed me inside then sat up and we were back in the rocking chair for the next couple of hours. We climaxed together several times until we collapsed back onto the bed and passed out holding each other as we had done so many times before. I woke up about three in the morning, her skin was white and cold, her face frozen with a smile on her lips, she was gone. It was then I knew, that she knew her time with me was over, and she wanted to feel our love for one last time. I cried until I had no more tears left, holding her close, rubbing her hair, wishing it was me. I gently bathed her right there in the bed, I wanted her to look her best. My tears were rinsing the soap suds almost as fast as I wiped them off. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop. It took me two hours before I was able to dry her off. I dressed her in her favorite blue outfit, then called the sheriff. I sat down and held her the way I woke up to her, tears streaming down my face and waited for the officials to arrive. Accept the Unexpected Soon I heard the sirens, and vehicles crashing their way down the road. The first person in the room was the sheriff pointing a shotgun at me. What a sight he must have seen. A blubbering idiot holding a dead woman in a blue gown. As I looked into Jeff's face I could see he was fighting back the tears and emotions at this memory. His lips quivered, his nose ran, and he clamped his eyes closed tight. He was reliving the worst night of his life. This man definitely loved his woman with all his soul. She must have been one hell of a woman, to affect him like this. Jeff took a deep sobering breath and continued, I had her buried beside her father. There was no one to mourn her but me and the priest I asked to preside over her service. The service was short, but the priest stayed with me for the first couple of hours. I pleaded with the funeral director to let me stay with her overnight, as tomorrow was the funeral, and I would never get to see her again. She looked so peaceful in her casket wearing the same smile I saw when I woke up that morning, and the same blue dress I put on her. I pulled up a chair, and talked to her all night long. I told her once again how I felt about her, and wished she had told me of the cancer. I knew I couldn't heal her, and the comfort I tried to give her was no where near what she deserved. I wished over and over that God could somehow let me change places with her. I couldn't understand how such a wonderful person had no other mourners. No one came by to say good bye, or give me condolences. After the funeral, I went back to the ranch, and everywhere I looked I saw her, and remembered the fun we had, and life we shared. I started to pack my stuff, with a plan to leave in the morning. The next morning as I packed my truck I heard a rumbling and saw a small pick up coming up the drive. Some guy in a cheap suit stepped out, walked over to me, claimed he was Rachel's attorney, and asked me my name, then said he needed to speak to me. We went into the house and sat down, where he proceeded to inform me that Rachel named me as her sole heir. She had put the deed, several bank accounts, stock portfolio, and a trust fund in my name. She knew she had an incurable cancer, and was going to die soon, but she didn't want me to know. He filled me in on the family history. Her grandfather found a gold mine somewhere on the ranch, and took millions out of it. There was over twenty million in the accounts and it was still growing. I signed some papers, and he left me in shock, just looking at the papers. I didn't know what to do, I was in shock. I went back out and unloaded the truck. I realized I had spent my life with the best woman in the world. And that's when I started looking for you, Bill. I hired a detective agency, and they began to track you down starting from the day you got out of the Army, but they took my money without giving me any information. They should have called themselves magicians, because they made my money disappear. They claimed there were too many guys named Bill Stevens running around. It was very frustrating. I almost gave up hope. Then I woke up early last Thursday, and saw you driving past the city limits sign and turn into your company's lot. It took me a couple of days to get the right phone numbers, but I found you. With that, he put his briefcase on the table, opened it and started pulling out papers. I just can't live there with her memories. "I signed it all over to you, the bank accounts, deed, everything. Bill, if you didn't save my life that night in Vietnam, I would never have met Rachel." I just looked at him with my jaw on my chest, I can't accept it. "Jeff, it's yours, she wanted you to have it, you loved, lived, sweated and worked for it". He looked up at me, smiled and said "Not anymore.", and with a tear in his eye he pushed everything over to me. "Bill, I gotta run, I have another appointment", with that he stood up, extended his hand, and shook mine. "Thanks for everything", he said. Then he turned around and made his way out of the bar. I was stunned, I never expected anything like this. Then I heard his voice "Goodbye my friend". At that moment I realized what this was all about. He was going to kill himself. I jumped up, shouting "NOOOOO DON'T DO IT!", and started running to the door. I ran into the waitress and knocked her ass over tea kettle. Her tray of full beer mugs went flying, and tripped me as I passed. The whole bar went silent, and we all heard the gunshot, then more silence. Slowly, I got up off the floor with my head hanging down. I didn't want to go out, I knew what I was going to find, but I had no choice. I made my way to the door, stepped outside, and looked around. The first thing I saw was Jeff's hat as it rolled past me. Looking in the direction where the hat came from, I saw a body laying on the ground. It looked weird, the right arm had two elbows and the head sat at an unnatural angle. I stumbled towards it, when someone caught me, as I lost my balance. I looked up into Jeff's face, I thought I was looking at a ghost and it startled me. "You okay?" he asked. I just couldn't believe it. "What happened?" He pointed at the body, "This idiot over here, jumped me as I walked outside. He pointed a gun at my face. I looked at him, and said "Good bye my friend" as I grabbed him. The gun went off, and I stopped him." I just stood there, and hugged him in relief . I poked my head back in the bar,and shouted "Someone call 911, we got a dead man out here!" Then I noticed there was a trickle of blood going down Jeff's shoulder. He looked at my face then down at his arm, saying "I never even felt it, so it can't be too bad". Jeff and I sat against the wall, as the curious started filing out the door. The police cruiser and ambulance showed up a few minutes later. The two cops got out and ushered the crowd back inside, then turned to face us. As an EMT bandaged his shoulder, one cop listened to Jeff, while the other looked around, and found the pistol. After getting our stories, and ID's they informed us this wasn't the first time this guy held up patrons of this bar. He would jump guys as they came out figuring the alcohol and darkness gave him the advantage. He held his hand out to Jeff, "Good job, man. I doubt you will hear anything more about this." I grabbed Jeff, and pulled him back inside for a drink. As we entered the bar, everyone stood up, applauded and cheered for Jeff. I looked at Jeff, he was blushing bright red. So I asked him "Do you realize this is the first time you ever walked into a bar where you got a shot in the arm before you got the clap?" While we were laughing, the waitress returned the briefcase to us, and I promptly handed it back to Jeff. "Jeff I can't accept this. I didn't react in Vietnam expecting to get anything back but my best friend. If the tables were turned, you would have done the same thing , you and I both know it." Jeff took one long look into my eyes, and with a big sigh, he accepted it. Then with a big smile he said, "On one condition, we split it, there's more than enough for both of us. I will write my will naming you and your family as my heirs, since I have no one else. And I expect you all to come out, and help me build a place for all of us to retire and go looking for that gold mine. If we find it, your kids will never have to work again." With a tear in my eye, I called my wife to tell her to pack, because we are going on a trip with my best friend. My next call was to my boss, but there were no tears, just a big smile. It also happened to be the last call he ever got from me.