1 comments/ 31128 views/ 1 favorites Cross-Country Ride By: KinkyTeacherGuy It's been a long trip for you on the Amtrak train. You're tired, the seats are uncomfortable, and you've read the same magazines twice already. As your eyes cross over to the window, you notice a young man looking at you. When your eyes meet, he quickly looks away and pretends not to notice that you have seen his gaze. He is in his mid to late twenties, not bad looking, with a reddish blond goatee. His hair falls to his shoulders, and is rather wavy. You sigh, knowing that the last time you slept with a man in his twenties was when YOU were in your twenties. You stand and stretch your legs, thinking that maybe you'll take yet another walk through the train. It's dark, and most people are sleeping, so they'll probably leave you alone. You walk down the aisle, and proceed down the stairs. You turn left down the hall in the lower level (since you went right during your last exploration) and find yourself at a dead end in a moment. You turn around and head back the way you came. As you near the tiny closets that Amtrak calls bathrooms, a hand comes out of the darkness and takes your hand. Startled, you let out a little yelp, and the young man you was watching you from the upper level comes out of the shadows. "Don't be scared, I'm not some kind of psycho," he says. You giggle nervously. "Why are you following me?" you blurt it out, aware that he might be a psycho anyway. "Well..." he licks his lips,"You know that I was looking at you upstairs." He watches your face for an answer. "Yeah, I noticed." You grow curious as to what he wants. Standing this close to him, you get a crazy urge to touch his goatee, to see if it is as soft as it looks. "I have a crazy question for you." He clears his throat nervously, and glances at the stairs. "Can I kiss you?" In shock, you begin to feel your heart beating. Why would he want to kiss me? I can't believe I'm doing this.... "Um...okay," you reply. He leans forward and lightly brushes his lips against yours. Yes, his goatee IS soft. His tongue lightly comes out and touches your lips. You lean into the kiss, and your mouths merge, allowing your tongues to rub against each other softly. Of course, this young man is me. My arms move around your waist, and your hands move up to rest against the back of my neck. I pull you closer to me, against me, and you suddenly feel a bulge against your lower belly, and your pussy begins to moisten with the thought. One of my hands moves up into your hair, and rubs against your scalp. Your hand moves to my ass, and squeezes it. Ah, a twenty-five year old ass, you think delightfully to yourself, as all kinds of images begin to run through your mind. My mouth moves to your cheek, and to the place between your jaw and your ear, and then to your earlobe and the place behind your ear, sending shivers through you. My tongue brushes against your neck, tasting your skin. You begin to shake slightly, and you realize that not only is your pussy wet, but your panties are beginning to grow positively SOAKED. My hands move suddenly to the front of your blouse, and begin to unbutton it. What the hell, you ask yourself, and then decide to just go with it. This guy has made you HORNY! You aren't wearing a bra (after all, train rides are FAR more comfortable that way), and my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs and forefingers squeezing your nipples, sending jolts of electricity through your aroused body. My mouth moves lower, and sucks one of your erect nipples into my mouth. My tongue moves in circles around it, periodically squeezing it between my lips. You gather your courage and your wits, and reach down to squeeze that bulge in my jeans. Not a prize winner as far as size is concerned, but as far as being a potentially good fuck, it is MORE than adequate, you think to yourself. I moan from your touch, and suddenly I reach behind you to open the door of the tiny bathroom. "Go," I say, in a hoarse whisper. We stumble into the bathroom, one of my hands in your hair, and you still holding my cock firmly through my jeans. The door shuts, and you decide to see for yourself what I have to offer you. You fall on your knees before me, and unzip my pants. You unbutton the flap on my boxer shorts, and my cock pops out, looking you right in the face. Not bad, you think to yourself. Big and thick enough for a good fuck, narrow enough to fit in my mouth nicely without straining my jaw. As if to test this theory, your tongue comes out and licks the head. A small amount of pre-cum oozes out, and you lick it off, glancing up at me. I moan from your wet tongue, and my eyes close, grasping at the handrail with one hand and leaning back against the wall. You put my entire cock in your mouth, and your hands move to my ass, squeezing it firmly. One of my hands moves to the back of your head, resting on your scalp, not pushing, just touching your head as your mouth moves back and forth on my cock. You realize that you will probably have to change your panties because you can feel your pussy juices beginning to run down your legs. I grasp your shoulders suddenly and pull you up. Without a word, I lift you onto the sink in here and pull down your pants. I lean in to kiss you fiercely, one hand holding your breast while the other moves against your wet panties, rubbing against your pussy. You exhale sharply and I begin to move my mouth lower. My tongue traces a trail down your body, with rest stops at your nipples and belly button. My hands pull your panties to your ankles, and now it is my turn to kneel. My hands wrap around your thighs, and I tug on your pussy lips with my mouth. My tongue comes out and flicks here and there. It moves to your clit and suddenly your body shudders in a violent orgasm. My God, you think to yourself, I haven't cum THAT fast since I bought my first vibrator. I am REALLY turned on! My tongue flicks back and forth against your clit, and my fingers enter you. They move about three inches in, and curl up against your upper pussy wall, against the button there that people call the G-spot. As my fingers rub against it, I pull your clit inside my mouth, sucking hard on it, feeling its firmness inside my mouth, rubbing the tip with my tongue as I squeeze it between my lips, rubbing against your G-spot the whole time. My tongue dances on your clit like a furious ballet and soon you feel yourself rocked as you cum again, although not as hard as the first time. My body moves upward and I pull you off of the sink, and turn you around, bending you over it like a little girl who needs a spanking. My cock enters you from behind and my hand reaches around your waist to massage your clit. I try to start slow, but we are both moaning and rocking against each other, so the momentum builds quickly, and soon I am thrusting deeply inside you, filling you oh so completely, thrusting faster and faster, the angle allowing the tip to hit your G-spot over and over again, and my hand is squeezing your clit tightly between thumb and forefinger, massaging you up and down, and you begin to feel another orgasm building, waves of pleasure washing over you, intensifying each time, building to that moment, and you realize that you may never have cum this hard before, and then it CUMS, and you are rocking against me, your head hitting the mirror but you don't care, and your whole body is shaking, and your pussy muscles are contracting tightly over and over again, and you feel me cumming inside you and you realize that we are both screaming. I collapse onto you and we lay there for a moment, sweating, unable to move. Slowly we gather ourselves and you turn to kiss me, our lips tenderly echoing the passion that had gone before. We help each other to dress without a word, fearful that someone has heard us. We kiss again, passionately, then exit the bathroom one at a time. You return to your seat, pantiless, and moments later, I walk past you silently, sitting again in my own seat. The train slows, then stops unexpectedly in the middle of a field. "Ladies and gentlemen, due to some trouble on the tracks ahead, we'll have to sit here for awhile. Sorry about the delay. Thank you for choosing Amtrak." The announcement makes you sigh, knowing that you still have a long trip even without the delay. You glance at me and I smile at you, nodding the tip of my head slightly toward the bathrooms, and one eyebrow raises questioning. You smile back at me and head for the bathroom again, knowing that even if it DOES take forever for us to get there, at least you'll be entertained. Cross Country Ride I was doing a solo ride across the country on my new BMW motorcycle. I left my house just ten months after my wife had passed away from cervical cancer. I was going crazy just sitting around feeling sorry for myself. Twenty two years together and we really only started to live the last eighteen months of her life. Jan reminded me what it was that attracted me to her the first time we met. I was riding a motorcycle. That old Kawasaki 750 was the first vehicle I had ever owned. Living in southern California meant that I could ride almost 365 days a year. Of course, as I still like to say "I'm already warped and I know I won't melt, so bring on the rain." I rode that motorcycle so much I felt uncomfortable in a car. When I pulled up in front of a group of girls at the beach one day, a pretty little blonde with a great set of legs walked over to talk to me. Her friends were standing off to the side talking into their hands and giggling. The blonde looked up into my eyes as I removed my sunglasses. "What does a girl have to do to get a ride from you?" She asked brashly. "First she should introduce herself and get my name in return. Then all she has to do is straight up ask for a ride." "Hi my name is Jan. And you are?" She extended her hand to me. I took the proffered hand and kissed the back announcing "Hi Jan. I'm Dave." "Dave can I talk you into giving me a ride on your motorcycle?" "Hop on and hold on." It was the first time Jan had ever ridden on a motorcycle. By the time I dropped her off at home that night she was an old pro at it. At first Jan's dad hated me. Once he realized I was a good kid and would take care of his daughter he came around. Before he died we were really good friends. Jan and I were married the summer I turned twenty. Jan would turn twenty later that winter. She was and always will be the love of my life. Unfortunately we never had children. Jan had a serious problem with her baby making bits and it just wasn't in the cards. We were the best aunt and uncle in the world to all our nieces and nephews. The way those kids still love us, it's a shame we couldn't become parents. When I started the job that would feed and house us for the duration of our marriage, I gave up the motorcycle for a car. Biggest mistake of my life. But I had responsibilities. As Jan reminded me how much I loved riding I resolved to buy another motorcycle. I test drove a few brands and fell in love with the BMW. The handling was so smooth it was fun. I got to take Jan on four rides before she became too sick to ride with me. She made me promise that I would not sell the motorcycle after she died. She wanted me to go on and live my life. So here I am traveling the country while my oldest nephew house sits for me. The house is all paid off and the taxes are up to date so I can enjoy myself without worrying about the little things. I know he's going to have a few parties while I'm gone. I told him that any damage to the place would come out of his ass. So I know he will be responsible. Last week I rode into a little town in Texas west of San Antonio. I sat at the counter in a roadside diner and had a nice ribeye steak with mashed potatoes. I flirted a little with the waitress. She was a 25 year old girl named Helen who reminded me so much of Jan when she smiled. It almost broke my heart. I left her a ten dollar tip for a twenty dollar meal. I was Helen's last customer of the day and she walked out right behind me. She thanked me for my generous tip. As I mounted my motorcycle she innocently asked. "What's a girl gotta do to get a ride on that?" "Well Since I already know your name is Helen from your name tag. I'll tell you my name is Dave." "Nice to meet you Dave." She held out her hand and I found myself kissing the back, just like I had with Jan all those years ago. "Would you like to go for a ride Helen?" "I would love to Dave." We rode for a few hours. One of the benefits of the BMW is that the motor is so quiet you can hear a passenger talk to you. Helen was telling me roads to turn down. We made a huge circuit of the town and I returned her to the diner so she could pick up her car. "I had a great time Dave. How long are you going to be in town?" "I have all the time in the world. I just lost my wife a few months ago to cancer and she made me promise to have fun and ride around the country like we did before we got married." "I'm sorry to hear about your loss. She sounds like someone with a zest for life, I would have loved to have met her." "I'm pretty sure she would have liked you too Helen" As I turned to get back on my motorcycle Helen grabbed my arm and kissed my lips softly. "Thank you for the wonderful night Dave. If you come back tomorrow, I would love to go for another ride." "Since you asked so nice, I'll see you tomorrow. What time do you get off?" "I work until 5:30" "I'll stop in at 4:30 for a bite to eat and then we can go for your ride." "Sweet. See you then Dave." She kissed me one more time before getting into her car. I spent the night at a mom and pop motel just down the road from the diner. The room was decent for the price. If I decided to stick around I would probably stay there again. That night I had a dream about Helen. Nothing sexual about it. She was riding on the back of the motorcycle and laughing while we rode around the countryside. I hoped to hear her laugh tomorrow. Helen saw me coming in and had the hostess seat me in her area. I asked Helen what her favorite food on the menu was. I ordered the chicken parmesan on her recommendation. It was delicious. Not the usual bland runny sauce that most places put on dishes like this. The sauce was thick and had the right spices. I could eat it every day. I gave Helen another ten dollar tip. Helen asked me to wait a few minutes while she changed. Last night she rode in her waitress uniform and she said the wind up her skirt was a bit too much. She came out dressed in jeans and a t shirt just like I was. She kissed me on the cheek as we mounted the motorcycle. We took a different route around the town. I loved all the twists and turns in the roads she chose. Rather than have me take her back for her car she suggested we go for a couple of drinks and get to know one another better. I was never that high on drinking alcohol but I told her I would have a soda while she drank whatever she wanted. Helen directed me to a little bar and we settled into a booth. She ordered a coke after I did, explaining that she was really here for the conversation. Helen started to tell me her story. She grew up in Houston. She was all set to marry her high school sweetheart once they graduated. Before the wedding day he joined the Army. He explained that it was for their future. She waited for him like a dutiful fiancee. Then he called Helen one day to say he was married. He had met a girl who lived close to the base he was stationed at. He got stupid drunk one night and he got her pregnant. Helen left Houston the next week and moved here. I apologized on behalf of all men for what her boyfriend had done to her. I asked if there were any boyfriends since her little disaster. "The guys that ask me out around here are after just one thing. I have never been that kind of girl Dave." "Jan would have really loved you. You two are a lot alike. I think she would have been a little jealous of you too." "Jealous? I'm the one who's jealous. You and Jan got to spend a whole life together with someone you love. All I get offered is one night with someone I can barely stand." "Should I feel special you decided to go on a second a date with me?" "You are special Dave. Jan saw that all those years ago, and I saw it yesterday when you came in the diner." Was I going crazy or was I being hit on by a girl young enough to be my daughter? I decided to test the waters by placing my hand on Helen's thigh and lightly squeezing. She moved closer. I wasn't crazy. I was lost for a second thinking I would be cheating on Jan before I remembered she was dead. Then I realized Helen was talking to me. "Sorry Helen. I kind of spaced for a minute there." "I asked if you wanted to go someplace a little more quiet... Like my apartment." "Should I take you to your car and follow or would you like me to take you there direct?" I couldn't believe I was saying that. "Just take me right there." She stood and headed for the door. I was close on her heels. Helen's apartment was just four blocks from the bar we had just left. We were both very nervous walking to the door. I almost wish I had a few shots of courage in me right now. Once again I felt like that wet behind the ears kid that charmed Jan more than twenty years ago. My palms were sweating, my heart was ricing and my breathing was becoming rapid. Once inside, my legs felt wooden. Like the first time I rode a motorcycle for twelve straight hours. I had thoughts of turning and running out the door. Helen turned to face me and I think she sensed my fear. "I'm so nervous Dave. Do you want to sit on the couch while I get us something to calm our nerves?" All I could do was nod my head. Afraid that my voice would crack if I spoke. The couch was old but still comfortable. I sat right in the middle not knowing if she had a preferred side. The two glasses she brought contained an amber liquid that I would recognize as soon as I smelled it. A small sip confirmed it. Southern Comfort. Of the few things I did drink, Southern was my favorite. The sweetness is what drew me to it. After two sips I laid the cup down in front of me and settled back on the couch as the liquid warmed me from the inside. Helen had sat to my right on the couch and had her legs curled under her so she could face me. She told me to take off my shoes and stay a while. I had to undo the laces of my riding boots to take them off. When my feet were freed I turned to face Helen, my right thigh against the back of the couch with my left foot still on the floor. Helen was blushing, whether from the alcohol or from the excitement she was feeling I don't know. The two of us sitting on the couch trying not to act scared would have seemed comical to an outside observer. I imagine it looked exactly like I felt, awkward. I suggested a little music to help us loosen up a bit. I watched Helen as she walked to the stereo noting the sway of her hips. As the country music began to drift from the speakers I began to relax. Not that I'm a big fan of country music but we are in Texas so I would listen to what made Helen comfortable. The first song was almost over and one of the few country songs I knew and loved came up next. The Chair by George Strait. I stood and took Helen into my arms and began to dance with her in the middle of her tiny living room. When the song ended I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. That kiss broke down all the barriers between us that had cropped up since we entered her apartment. The excitement of what we both wanted to now happen raged through our bodies and we began to strip each other on the way to Helen's bedroom. At the foot of her bed we finished stripping and crawled onto the comforter. We were kissing and stroking and fondling, hands and mouths exploring in a frenzy of activity that if the same imaginary observer from earlier had seen us now, they would wonder at the turn around. Helen was kissing and sucking my nipples, while I was kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I had to let go of her breasts as she slid further down my body. She grasped the shaft of my cock and I felt her tongue lightly lick the head. My excitement level was quickly rising. "Helen, It's been three years since I last... So I might pop off a little fast. So if you go any further..." I broke off not sure if I should continue. "It's OK Dave. It's been a while for me too. But I want to do this. If I didn't I would have you inside me already." Helen's mouth moved to my erection once more. I felt her tongue once more lick the head. Her tongue slid to her hand which was still gripping me loosely. Her tongue made the return up and she sucked just my cock head into her mouth. I felt her tongue lap and dance just caressing the bulbous spongy cap. In the blink of an eye her hand was removed and she swallowed my fully into her mouth. My 7 1/2 inches sliding right into her throat. No gag reflex at all.It was maybe five or six seconds of this attention before I felt the oncoming rush I knew signaled release. "I'm going to cum." I announced. Helen quickly slid her lips back up my cock just holding the head and gripped my shaft once again. One stroke of her hand had me spewing into her mouth. I felt Helen sucking greedily as my sperm jetted into her mouth. Not one drop escaped her obviously practiced lips. As my cock emptied the final drops of my long built up seminal explosion I realized that Helen had been swallowing the whole time, while simply sucking on the head of my cock. She crawled back up my body kissing and nibbling playfully until we were nose to nose. I tried to kiss her mouth but she shied away. "It's OK Helen. I have tasted my own cum on someones lips before." I told her. The next time I went for a kiss she let me. I rolled us over so that I could return the oral favor. I spent a few minutes working on her neck and shoulders. Grazing the hollow of her neck with my teeth a few times which elicited a moan of contentment. I kissed my way to her breasts and I teased her for several seconds, holding my mouth just above her nipple and breathing against it. I could feel her try to raise her chest into my face and inhaled the nipple like a bug at 70mph. I used my tongue to flick the erect little nub standing proud of Helen's areola. After paying attention to that one nipple for two minutes or so I move to her other nipple to give it the same treatment it's twin had received. When I was sure her nipples had received enough attention from my mouth for now I returned my hands and kissed my way south. I didn't tease when I found myself at her pussy I immediately dug in with gusto. My tongue was acting on own before the thought of what I wanted to do had formed. I was alternating between licking and sucking her clitoris and licking, lapping and plunging my tongue into her depths. I moved my right hand down and inserted one finger slowly as I paid sole attention to her clit with my tongue. My efforts were rewarded with a loud moan from Helen as she came. I waited until she had relaxed fully from her orgasm before making my way up her body. She was not shy about kissing me with her juices all over my face. My cock was fully erect and as I looked into her eyes she smiled as she gripped it. She placed me right where she wanted me and I slid into her slowly. During the one minute plunge until our pelvises met our lips never parted. Helen let me know it was OK to go and I began to piston in and out slowly. I took great delight in watching Helen's face as we made love. The expressions of joy as I hit a good spot with one of my strokes were unbelievably sexy. Helen had several small orgasms from those sweet spots. I was lasting a long time and enjoying myself immensely. It had been too long since I felt this alive with a woman. I felt the tingle in my balls again and knew I would be cumming very soon. When I told Helen, she wrapped her legs around my ass and held me inside her. It was now obvious to me where she wanted it. I started fucking her with a speed I didn't remember using since my early twenties and finally shot my load deep inside her just as Helen succumbed to her own massive orgasm. We laid in each others arms until sleep finally overtook us. As the sun entered the room in the morning I was hit in the eyes by a stray sunbeam that escaped the curtains over Helen's window. The ray hadn't quite hit Helen yet and the soft glow of light that was permeating the room made her look angelic as she slept. I think she sensed me watching her and she opened her eyes. A smile lit up her face making her breathtaking in the soft glow. We took a quick shower together. No sex, just saving water as we helped to cleanse each other. We stayed wrapped in our towels as we ate a quick breakfast. I asked Helen what she wanted to do all day. I was hoping to hear the words 'have sex' come out. I was still happy when she suggested we ride all day before returning for her car in the evening. The day started out perfect. Sun shining with little to no breeze. The temperature in the low 90's by noon. We were well north of San Antonio when we saw the storm clouds rolling in. We wouldn't make it back to her place before the storm overtook us so Helen suggested we pull into a mall until the storm passed. Like I said earlier I'm not afraid to get wet while riding. But the storms in this part of Texas like to produce hail. And that stuff hurts when it hits you while riding. I parked the bike at the mall she pointed out and we made it inside just as the heavens opened up. We went to the electronics store and watched the weather broadcast on the TV's. It looked like the storm would blow over quick. But there wee some pockets of heavy winds that could produce a tornado or two. We decided now was as good a time as any to get something to eat and headed for the food court. We got a few knowing looks from people as we held hands while we walked. I wondered what their problem was. Then I saw us reflected in the mirror of a clothing store. Helen was radiant, a true figure of beauty and desire. It was overtly obvious that Helen's radiance was caused by me. The storm passed just as predicted and Helen and I were soon on the road again. As we neared the little town where Helen lived we started to see evidence the storm was severe in this area. A police car was across the highway as we neared the diner Helen worked at. A small line of cars was turning around on the highway. At the roadblock I shut off the motorcycle to talk with the deputy. "Folks you need to turn around." the deputy announced. "My car is parked at the diner. I went for a nice ride with Dave here and now we're trying to get back." Helen informed him. "Sorry miss but that whole section of town is flattened right now. It's going to be a while before anyone can get in there to claim anything. I hope your car is OK." We thanked him for his concern and rode back to Helen's apartment. At least that was safe. Once inside Helen grabbed a notebook from a drawer in her kitchen and started to make calls. After ten calls Helen was crying. The diner was hit by a tornado during the end of the lunch rush.The line cook, manager and two of the waitresses she worked with were missing and presumed dead. As were whatever customers were in the building. Another waitress had managed to make it to the area before police closed it off. The land was scraped clean. Helen's car had been picked up with the diner. I held Helen as she cried over the loss of her friends and coworkers. She said she wasn't hungry but when I ordered pizza she ate almost half. I turned on the radio and tuned in a station that was still playing music without breaking in with storm updates in between every song. The old school R&B station was playing Al Green's L-O-V-E when I scooped Helen into my arms and we began to dance. Then we sat and listened to the songs play, occasionally getting up to dance. I held Helen as she cried again. We went to her bedroom a lot slower than the night before. We started to strip and as I climbed into bed Helen pushed me to my back. She gripped my cock and began to stroke it until it was fully erect. Seconds later she was fully impaled and was grinding furiously away in the cowgirl pose. My hands reached for her nipples as she rocked and ground with a ferociousness I had never witnessed in a woman before. It was feral the way she was pounding her pelvis into mine. All I could do was sit back and hold on for the ride. Helen continued to ride after her first orgasm. Her pace never slowed as she furiously fucked me. I announced my orgasm and Helen stopped as soon as I began to shoot inside of her. She lowered her face and kissed me with the same ferocity she had just fucked me with. Cross Country Ride I held her as sobs once again wracked her body. She rolled off of me and I kept my arms wrapped around her. I kissed her softly on the neck and the back of her head until she fell asleep. Helen was up and out of bed when I woke the next morning. I could smell food cooking so I took care of my bladder before joining her in the kitchen. Helen was fully nude still so I didn't feel foolish walking up to her still in my birthday suit. "Morning." she cooed as I hugged her from behind. "You feeling better this morning?" "Yes. I'm sorry about last night. I just needed to rally blow off some steam." "Did you hear me say anything last night about you stopping? That was some of the best sex I've ever experienced." "I was a bit forceful when I took charge. I was worried I might hurt you." "Helen, I could have gotten you off of me if I had wanted to. But you needed last night more than I did. If I had not let you I get the feeling you would have kicked me out." "I probably would have." she laughed. We ate the omelet she cooked and I offered to take her car shopping. "I can't afford another car right now." "It's my fault your car is gone. If I didn't give you that first motorcycle ride you would have your car with you yesterday on your day off. So I am going to buy you a nice used car. If you say no I'll do it any way. I need to do this for you." Helen bit her bottom lip and I could see tears in her eyes. I walked around the table and knelt beside her as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I kissed her cheek and she leaned her head against mine. It took a few minutes of her sitting in silence before she finally agreed to let me buy her a car. We went to the bathroom to shower. As I started to wash her back Helen reached back and started to stroke my cock to hardness. Once I was fully erect she placed her left foot on the edge of the tub and told me to fuck her. I pushed right into her entrance and soon our bodies were slapping together. My cock was pumping fast as I tried to finish before the water started to chill. I didn't quite make it as I felt the icy blast washing down my back just seconds before I spurted my load inside Helen's silken pussy. I turned off the water as fast as I could and we dried off. I loved watching Helen's nude ass wiggle in front of me as we went to her room to get dressed. I was tempted to throw her onto the bed and make love to her gently. But if I did that we would never leave the apartment that day. At the third dealership we found a car almost exactly like the one she had lost. Thirty minutes later we were driving off the lot with her new used car. I followed her to her apartment. I got the feeling when she got out that something had changed for her. She let me in to the apartment and she started to cry once more. I took her into my arms and she calmed. "Dave. The last few days have been great. I really needed this more than you could know. I get the feeling that if I don't let you get back to your trip that you will just stay here with me forever. As great as that could be, it just wouldn't be fair to you. You made a promise to your wife and I want you to keep it. So I need to tell you goodbye before I can't." "Helen. There's no reason I can't take you with me. Jan told me to have fun and see the whole country. I have definitely had fun with you. It would be great to have you share my ride." "I've never been out of Texas. I wouldn't know what to do out there. Besides this is your time. I would only hold you back." I packed the few clothes I had inside her apartment and after trying once more to get her to come with me. I left with her assurance it was for the best. I spent most of that summer touring the southern states. I returned home in early November. I made Helen take my address and home phone number before I left. Just in case she changed her mind. I received her letter the day after I got home. I'm finally going to be a father. I think rather than waste time riding out there I will just fly. No more wasted time. I still have a lot of the country to see. But having a family to see it with will be more special than seeing it alone. I do have a few other stories from that summer in the south. After I tell them to Helen I might get permission to tell you about them.