0 comments/ 54839 views/ 4 favorites Patrick By: shireman All this happened over thirty years ago in Africa, in a world slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary school it was clearly the place for to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. A government scheme for voluntary service overseas was in operation in those days and I applied soon after I had finished my studies. Not long afterwards, a very green (in many ways) VSO volunteer emerged from a tiny 'plane onto a dusty local airfield at the end of a bumpy flight from the capital. After some intense training, I was lucky enough to get one of the plum assignments up-country, working in one of the fledgling tourist game reserves. I had read Hemingway's books and couldn't wait to get started, but my dreams of being the 'Great White Hunter' were shattered when I learnt that I would be spending most of my time surveying the native cattle for signs of disease. My boss –a dour Rhodesian- kitted me out with a Land Rover with a broken windshield, two jolly African park rangers (poachers were rife in the area) and a young black technician, who, for reasons which will become apparent, I'll call Patrick. A sheaf of notes, a map and some battered surgical instruments were my stock in trade for the days that followed. Patrick and I measured, tested and injected hundreds of the bony, humped cattle that roamed the plains. The Masai herdsmen were a terrific bunch –friendly, hospitable and highly amused by our antics as we tried to capture and examine their charges. But life wasn't one long rodeo: when the day's work was done, we would take our battered old Land Rover far out into the vast dusty plain and Patrick would show me the spectacular wildlife that surrounded us. He had a wealth of knowledge and I was his willing pupil -just as he was mine during the working day. Although we got on really well together, try as I might, I couldn't break through his reserved manner and really get to know him. At first I put it down to his shyness, but I soon began to realise that I was dealing with the old colonial attitudes and that the colour of our skins somehow set us apart. For someone fresh out from rural England, where a black face was still a rarity, I found this difficult to understand. Although we were about the same age and alike in many ways, our upbringing couldn't have been more different: It was always assumed that I would become a vet. and follow my father into his country practice, but Patrick had only his brains and determination and to see him through. I resolved to help him as much as I could and a call to my father in England over a crackling 'phone line eventually resulted in the arrival of a crate of my old textbooks. As I unpacked them, I felt a pang of conscience that I had hardly opened them, but Patrick handled them reverently and it gave me good feeling to know that they would be cherished and used, rather than left to gather dust in my room back home. In with the books was a gift from my father; a carefully wrapped parcel containing surgical instruments, many of them brand new. Patrick was totally ecstatic when he saw them and threw his arms round me and hugged me hard. His joy was infectious and we danced around like a pair of idiots, while our two rangers looked in wonderment. The last barrier between us had gone and I was seeing the real Patrick for the first time. Our friendship began then and there and still remains firm after all these years. *********** Not long after, we were recalled for a few days leave and we decided to spend it close to Patrick's home. He stayed with his family, of course, while I boarded with an elderly white couple in their rickety guesthouse nearby. It's become a well-known tourist lodge these days, but back then, its creature comforts left much to be desired. I didn't care –it was cheap, and compared to a dusty tent out in the sticks it was sheer luxury! Early in my stay, I was busy working on a report, planning to send it on the weekly mail truck the next day, when Patrick arrived unexpectedly. While I finished my writing, he studied one of my textbooks and for a while we both sat quietly at the table under the light of a single hissing Tilley lamp. I had just finished and leant back with a sigh of relief, when Patrick looked up and asked me a question in his soft, smoky voice. I didn't quite understand the point he was making, so I got up and went to look over his shoulder at the page he was reading. As I leant over him to point to a diagram, I rested my hand lightly on his back and was surprised to feel him flinch like a startled antelope at my touch. Fearing that I might have offended him somehow, I was about to apologise when he gently pressed his hand over mine to show that it was OK. It was a strange gesture -almost like a caress- and when he smiled shyly up at me, I assumed that he was merely showing his appreciation for my help and I smiled back in friendly encouragement. We turned back to the book again and I carried on with my explanation. It was a hot, sultry evening and all the local insect population was out in force, circling the lamp above us and occasionally hitting the shade with a metallic pinging sound. I was wearing only a sarong round my waist, so when I felt a light touch on my bare leg, I thought that a large bug had landed on me and reached down to brush it off. To my amazement I felt Patrick's hand gently stroking the inside of my thigh! His strange manner suddenly became clear to me and I realised that he must have misread my approving smile as one of consent. Even after all these years, I can't honestly say what stopped me from moving his hand away. Perhaps it was the excitement of my journey to Africa and the hard work that followed that had pushed all thoughts of sex to the back of my mind but I realised with a start that it had been many weeks since I had last masturbated. It hadn't bothered me until that moment, but it probably explained why my body was reacting so enthusiastically to Patrick's exploration. At boarding school in England, I had joined in the sexual horseplay and indulged in mutual jerking sessions with a few special friends, but as I grew older, they had dwindled to strictly solo affairs. Even so, I had never forgotten how good it could feel when someone else was in control, so when Patrick's questing fingers reached my testicles, I instinctively spread my legs wide to give him more room. Feeling me move, he snatched his hand away and turned to look at me, his eyes wide with alarm. It was clear from his guilty expression that he was already regretting his boldness and was fearful of my reaction. Something told me that if I did not make some positive gesture, it would take a long time for him to get over his embarrassment and could even threaten our growing friendship. In any case, my long period of abstinence made the thought of mutual pleasure very tempting and it dispelled any lingering inhibitions I may have had. I smiled down at Patrick and slowly untied my sarong. * *********** One of my close friends at school had developed a taste for oral sex and was teased unmercifully when he was caught in the act with another boy. He tried it with me several times, but the fear of ridicule had always robbed it of any real pleasure for me. But when Patrick took hold of my rigid cock and slid it between his full, pink lips, memories of those warm summer afternoons in the woods behind the school came flooding back to me -only this time there was no youthful anxieties to hold me back. The sheer sensual delight of his tongue flickering over the sensitive tip of my cock head aroused me so much that I my legs started to quiver and I had to hold his head still to let me recover. He looked up at me enquiringly and nodded eagerly when I suggested that we might make ourselves more comfortable. I led him to the bedroom and watched as he got undressed: His bright floral shirt was soon unbuttoned to reveal a muscular black torso, but he seemed to take forever fumbling with the buttons and buckles of his khaki shorts. Finally, they dropped onto the wooden floor to reveal a pair of bright red jockey pants, from which peeked the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. The elastic of the waistband held it flat against his belly, so that the broad head almost touched his navel, while the skimpy red pouch beneath bulged almost to overflowing. I couldn't restrain a gasp of admiration at the sight, and he gave me a proud smile as he stepped out of his red pants in one lithe movement. As a rule, most Africans tend to be rather prudish about being seen naked so that apart from very young boys, Patrick was the first nude African male I had seen. Released from confinement, his cock remained pointing stiffly upwards, thick and black, except for a pinkish ring around the ridge of his bell-shaped cock head. He had been circumcised, but to my surgically trained eye, it hadn't been done very expertly, for the surgeon had left a ragged frill of skin around the thick shaft. When I asked him about it, he told me that it was a puberty rite that all the eldest sons of his tribe had to endure. Fascinted by the sight, I reached over to fondle it, but he pushed my hand away gently, explaining that dry rubbing always made him very sore. I searched around desperately for a suitable lubricant, but since I hadn't fully unpacked from my trip, the only thing handy was a bottle of mosquito repellent, and I guessed that would sting mightily! My thoughts went back to my school days once more and to Stephen, my cock-sucking friend. I had always been content to be his passive partner, letting him work on me, but never giving in to the urge to try sucking him in return. Schoolboy morality was strangely conservative in those days; mutual 'hand-jobs' were commonplace and acceptable, but anything else was thought 'queer' and shunned by most boys. I had never stopped fantasising about it, though, and even at this stage of my life, my rebellious cock can stiffen up when I recall those boyhood memories. Now was my chance to try, and without further hesitation, I popped Patrick's shiny brown cock head into my mouth like a ripe cherry. He gave a long sigh of delight and arched his back, thrusting himself further into my mouth so that the ruff of skin tickled my lips as it passed between them. It felt so erotic that I began to quiver with excitement, feeling a pang of regret for those missed opportunities with Stephen, long ago. Sensing my inexperience, Patrick lifted my leg slightly, indicating that I should kneel astride him. Without letting go of my prize, I positioned myself so that I was kneeling over his head, feeling his wiry hair tickle my balls as I offered my own cock to the embrace of his thick lips. Once I was settled, we both gave in to total abandonment, sucking and kneading each other in a desperate need to slake our raging lust. At school, Stephen had never managed to make me ejaculate by just his mouth alone, so I hadn't expected that Patrick would, but very soon I began to feel the muscles in my thighs begin to twitch uncontrollably, as they always did when I was close to my climax. Sensing my reaction, Patrick grasped hold of my cock and began to rub vigorously along the shaft, while all the time keeping up a relentless suction that made the tip of my cock swell and tingle. I had enjoyed sex with several girlfriends at college, but none of their willing vaginas had ever held me so tightly or milked me with such power as Patrick at that moment. Driven wild with lust, I started to pump into his mouth as fast as I could, hearing him gag as my cock thumped against the back of his throat. Try as I might, I could stand it no longer and my head swam with ecstasy as I throbbed out my first thick load in months. It must have been quite a deluge, for Patrick coughed at the onslaught, splashing little tendrils of my juice back over my groin, before I could withdraw and let him breathe once more. I needed to catch my breath too, but even as I took my mouth away from Patrick's cock, it become rock hard in my hand and I watched in fascination as jet after jet of his sperm flew high in the air to land back on his ebony belly in thick creamy-white splashes. ************ We lay quietly side-by-side on the bed, waiting for our young bodies to recover from our first frantic need. I usually tend to lose interest once my physical needs have been gratified but this time was very different. I wanted this to be a long enjoyable session with my new friend, so I submitted readily when, a little while later, Patrick reached down for me once more –he clearly felt the same way. A soft tapping on the door made me freeze in terror and I sat up, pushing aside Patrick's hand, but I was too late! The young houseboy stood at the bedroom door, his mouth wide open in surprise, while the tray he was carrying wobbled dangerously as he took in the scene before him. He had brought me a nightcap of beer and sandwiches every night of my stay, but I had completely forgotten about his regular visit until now. Patrick sprang off the bed and yelled something to the astonished lad which I couldn't understand, but which the boy clearly did. He stared open-mouthed at the sight of Patrick standing naked and erect before him and clasped the tray in front of him like a shield as if to ward off the torrent of angry words. Patrick eventually calmed down and turned to me, explaining. "This is my brother, Earnest. He works here. Do not worry about him. It will be alright!" I could see that the unexpected arrival of his younger brother had startled him as well, for his majestic erection had drooped down, curling over itself like a large black 'D'. From my position on the bed, it looked like a big black jug handle attached to his belly and at any other time I might have laughed at the bizarre sight –but not now. The young boy placed the tray on a chair and retreated slowly towards the door, his wide-open eyes gleaming in the lamplight. If he had been surprised by the sight of us lying naked on the bed, there was no disguising his interest, for there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his sarong that hadn't been there when he first arrived. Patrick dismissed him with curt wave and came back to the bed as if nothing had happened. If he's not worried then things must be OK, I thought. I relaxed and lay back with my eyes closed, dreamily surrendering to the sensual delights of Patrick's questing tongue once more, until a slight noise made me open my eyes and glance nervously around the room. In the corner, half hidden in the shadows, I saw the figure of Earnest, his legs wide apart, fumbling urgently under the cloth of his sarong. His curiosity had obviously got the better of him and he had decided to risk his brother's wrath and join in the fun. He pulled his hands away quickly when he saw me looking at him and made to leave, but when I made a quick gesture to him that it was OK, he gave me a shy smile and tucked the cloth of his sarong around his waist. I nodded encouragingly and he started to toss himself off, cupping his balls in one hand and pressing his stiff little cock flat against his belly with the fingers of the other. I was to learn later that this was the favourite method of many African boys, but it was totally new to me and I watched enthralled as he fluttered his hand up and down, making his cock flick against his belly with a quiet slapping sound. Patrick was too busy with me to care about his young brother, so it was up to me to beckon Earnest over to join in the fun. He nodded with enthusiasm and trotted eagerly over to my side of the bed, pausing only to cast aside his sarong on the way. He needed a long way to grow to match his brother's super-size, but his boyish cock was well formed and stood out proudly from the woolly curls that covered his thighs and groin. Unlike his older brother, he hadn't been ritually circumcised and his long foreskin shrouded his cock completely, hanging down from the tip like a monk's black hood. Aroused by my earlierexperience with his brother's mighty weapon, I pinched it gently between my finger and thumb and used it to pull the lad closer to me, and after some gentle manoeuvring, I managed to insert the tip of my tongue through the puckered end. It felt warm and silky and as I wriggled my tongue further in and I could feel the soft skin stretching to make room for me as I licked the round smoothness of his cock head. I began slide my mouth back and forth along his length, and he responded immediately, thrusting his hips forward and back in a steady rhythm that matched my strokes. He started to make a quiet humming noise and I looked up to see that he had thrown his head back in delight so that I could only see the whites of his eyes. This is not the first time this has happened to you, my lad. I thought with envy. I became so engrossed in watching Earnest's ecstatic display that I was neglecting Patrick -but I needn't have worried. He had already noticed his brother by the side of the bed and shuffled round on his knees so that his prominent buttocks faced towards him. His long black cock dangled down from his belly like an excited stallion, swaying stiffly as his head bobbed up and down over my cock. Earnest eyed it calmly and with a confidence that could only have come from experience, he spat copiously onto the palm of his hand and reached between his brother's legs. Clearly, he knew all about his brother's dry rubbing problem. As soon as he started to stroke his brother's thick shaft, Earnest's own energetic thrusting became noticeably faster and I could feel his cock beginning to swell alarmingly inside my mouth. I reached up to fondle his jet black scrotum just in time to feel the two hard lumps inside suddenly contract and I knew that his moment had come. He gave a little high-pitched yelp and with a final thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock emerged from its sheath with a tiny 'plop'onto my tongue. As soon as I felt the pulsing of his hot cum, my own sperm began to throb on its short journey into Patrick's eager mouth but even as I revelled in my shuddering release, I was startled to feel warm drops landing heavily on my chest –surely I was still being held tightly between Patrick's lips? It took me a few moments to realise that he too, must have erupted at the very same moment as I had and I looked down just in time to see the last white gobbet being squeezed through the slit of his broad cock by Earnest's pink fingers to drip slowly onto my panting body: between us, we had managed a stunning hat-trick.! Patrick turned to look back severely at his kid brother standing by my side. He spoke a few words of rapid dialect to him and I saw the boy nod vigorously in reply before giving me a startled glance. He took a sudden step backwards, pulling his penis out of my mouth so that his shiny cock-head shrank back into its skinny sheath like a frightened pink animal. I looked down at Patrick and asked. "What did you just say to him?" He teeth flashed white in the gloom as he gave me a broad grin. "I told him that if he ever breathed a word of this, I would tell the 'bwana' to bite off his manhood!" ************ As I said at the beginning, all this took place a long time ago. I am now a busy country vet., having taken over my father's practice when he retired. "Patrick" studied hard and has become one of his country's leading experts on animal diseases. We still write to each other, and we both know that our respective wives love to hear the gossip we read to them, so neither of us mentions the many other sessions we shared before my tour of duty ended. They were episodes of our lusty youth and pretty tame by today's standards, I suppose. We have both settled down into middle age, but I'm sure that Patrick still has memories of the nights we shared under the wide skies of Africa. And the boy Earnest? He has done well too: The last time I heard he was managing a large hotel in the capital and I have a photo of him with his partner, a good looking Asian youth with long hair and a flashing smile. The look they are giving each other tells me that somehow it's not just a business relationship. Patrick and Cathy "Well, I'll be damned," Patrick muttered as he looked at the numbers on the lottery ticket in his hand and compared them to the ones on the website. A perfect match. While it wasn't the big PowerBall, it was big enough. The next several days were spent getting financial and legal matters in order. With the right investments and diligent planning, he wouldn't have to work again. And should he die before it was gone, with no other family, he was assured that it would go to some local non-profits that he had always supported. Looking over the 32' Coachmen Leprechaun, a car trailer hooked to its back end, Patrick nodded his head, and it was time to head out of Dodge. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" the nauseating salesman asked. Patrick rolled his eyes and looked at him, "Really, you can't come up with anything more original than that?" He looked at the stunned salesman for a few more seconds, "Please, just put the temporary tags on and I'll get out of your hair". Quickly attaching the tag to the rear of the trailer and the RV, he offered his hand, "Thanks for coming, sir. You have my card. Please don't hesitate to call any of us should there be any problems." Taking his hand and card, "Thanks, I will." Climbing in the driver's seat and adjusting it, he looked around and smiled, 'This is really happening.' Starting up the engine, Patrick put it in gear and headed for his next destination. He pulled into the parking lot of the store that he works at, at least for the next few moments. He made sure that he was parked well away from other vehicles before making his way in. There was no way he was going to allow anyone to dent his brand new home. Grabbing what few things were his out of his locker that he wanted to keep, he made his way to where his manager was standing, in amongst customers. 'This is the perfect spot, especially after announcing for all to hear that he had a complaint about my department.' "Remember that time you thought it was funny when you said you could schedule me for 4am because you could?" The manager looked around to see who was in earshot before turning back and giving Patrick an angry glare, "In my office." "I'm here to tell you what a total asshole you are and to take this job and shove it. And you want to know why? Because I can" Patrick said as he dropped his keys and ID card on the floor at the manager's feet. With the biggest smile he had in years, he strode out the door and across the parking lot. Not one person dared to follow him out of the store. It was now time to realize a wish; to travel around the country in the RV without a schedule, a time frame, or even a map. Just travel around and see what there was to see. Patrick had been divorced for three years. The last seven of his marriage had been loveless. Sleeping in separate bedrooms, it was like having a roommate more than a spouse. Now at 53, he wasn't sure if another relationship was in the cards for him or not. He was not what he thought of as an ideal candidate; a little shorter than most guys, an extra pound here and there, and naturally shy. It took a couple of days for him to line up agencies to pick up all of the furniture and things that he no longer needed. Rather than trying to take the time to sell his belongings, he decided simply to donate to a local non-profit that could use the proceeds to benefit their cause. With a notice to his landlord and fully paid rent to the end of his lease, he was at last free of any chains that kept him where he was. It was time to hit the road. With a brand new Jeep Renegade safely strapped to the trailer, Patrick left the city that he lived in for the last 40 years. He spent the first couple of weeks meandering around the Colorado front range of the Rockies, taking the time to fully familiarize himself with the new vehicle before heading into the mountains. Leaving west out of Colorado Springs, he found a nice camping area in the mountains. It was normally referred to as the Arkansas River Valley. It was one of his favorite places in the state with a range of high mountain peaks on the west side. Set amongst trees and rocks, he found a spot to park the RV. Like most 'campgrounds' anymore, it had the hookups he needed for water and electricity. But the surrounding beauty along with the significant separation between spots, made it the perfect spot to base out for however long he decided. Heading out in the Jeep, he roamed the valley and explored the nearby town. It had been a while since the last time he had been there and while things change with time, he was glad to see that a lot remained the same. Before returning to the campground, he located a small grocery just a few miles down the road where he picked up a couple of items to restock his stores. Waiting at the check-out stand, he noted that the woman in front of him was taking extra time trying to find coins to pay her bill. Where he once would have been impatient, he had time now. That extra minute was used to observe her figure. She was a little taller than him, but just an inch or so, and her hair was tied up on the back of her head, falling down her back. Her blouse ballooned out but her shorts showed a pair of perfectly tanned legs, ending with her feet in sandals. "Did I drop something" the woman asked. "Um, no. I'm sorry" looking back up to see a pretty face. He guessed her age was not that much younger than him. Patrick felt his face turn warm at having been caught, "I'm sorry. I just." She cut him off with a smile, "It's okay. It's nice to know that I can still have someone look at me at my age." She turned to the cashier, "Thank you." She turned back to look at Patrick, giving him the once over, "Thank you for making my day." The cashier was a lady who was past retirement age, "Oh to be young again." Back at the RV, Patrick pulled out a grill and lit the charcoal. Sitting back and waiting for the coals to become ready, he watched as the sun set over the mountain range on the other side of the valley. He grilled the nice juicy steak he had bought. That combined with a fine bottle of red wine, he toasted himself to his new life. The night air quickly cooled as the sun disappeared. He made sure that the coals were totally out and stepped inside. He cleaned up and put things away before sitting down and the table and pulling out his laptop. He decided at the start to keep a diary of his travels. He had no idea how long he'd travel and figured that he'd like to have something to remember the time by. He completed his entry and uploaded related photo's that he took during the day and shut the machine down. Turning out the lights save the one at the head of the bed, he thought about life. There were a lot of ups and downs in his life. He had already gone through two marriages. He had fallen in love with a woman that he used to work with. Unfortunately it wasn't until he had left that job that he realized that she had been dropping hints to him that she had an interest in pursuing something with him. He knew that he was often clueless when it came to women, and sometimes slow on the pickup. She told him that she dreamed that they were roller blading somewhere in California and it was up to him to finish the dream. Being shy and clueless, even at 50, he never saw the sign. He frequently lamented the loss of a potential relationship with her. Nevertheless, he still liked women and really missed having one in his life. And the sex of course. He thought about the woman that he met at the store. He kept thinking about the brightness of her smile, the wave in her hair and the tan on her legs. Even after all these years, he still wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure that women would even find him interesting. He didn't see himself as one women would desire to be with. Morning came early as the sun streamed into the RV. With a fresh cup of coffee, Patrick stepped outside to enjoy the morning air. That air was filled with the sounds of birds, a sound that he didn't often hear when he lived in the city. "Good morning, neighbor" said a female voice. Patrick turned to see who had called out to him. It looked like it was the same woman he saw in the grocery line yesterday, "Good morning." Recognizing the man seated in the chair, she smiled and said, "We meet again." "How are you this morning?" Taking a glance at the surrounding mountains and the clear blue sky, she looked back at him, "I'm great. I can't believe how beautiful this place is. And the sky, I don't know if I've ever seen a sky so blue." "Where are you from?" Patrick inquired. "Boston, actually." "Welcome to Colorado," Patrick replied. It wasn't uncommon for people from either coast to gaze in wonder just how deep a blue the skies can be in the Colorado mountains. Stepping forward and putting out her hand, "My name is Cathy." Standing, Patrick shook her hand, "I'm Patrick." Not wanting this woman to wander off just yet, "I have a fresh pot of coffee inside. Can I get you a cup?" Thinking for a moment, "That would be very nice, thank you." Patrick stepped inside and poured a cup. He yelled out through the door, "How do you take it?" "A little sugar and creamer if you please." "Coming right up." He stepped back outside and handed the mug to her. Grabbing a lawn chair from the storage compartment, "Please, have a seat." Not sure how to start the conversation, "So, what brings you out here?" Holding the mug with her two hands, she looked out at the mountain range in front of her. Life had been very difficult lately. She had recently finished a bitter divorce from her husband of 30 years. They had started off young and poor. They were madly in love with each other for most of their marriage, until he became successful. He created a startup that provided a unique service. She spent years being the primary bread winner as his endeavor took its time to grow. Then, all of a sudden it took off. He was now making a few million a year and he found a cute young thing that he became enamored with. Suddenly the love and passion in the marriage disappeared. Cathy found out that his frequent 'business trips' were not trips at all, but time with the arm candy. She rejoiced in the fact that after the divorce, the arm candy dumped him. She wasn't interested in marriage. She was interested in just his money. 'Bastard'. Looking at Patrick, she revealed a small smile, hiding the emotions that she was feeling, "Well, I'm making my way to California. My daughter is graduating from college in a week and I plan on attending. You?" "I'm just taking time and seeing the country. I was able to stop working and I figured I needed to see more than what was in my back yard. So, I got rid of a bunch a stuff that I no longer need and couldn't bring with me. Now this," pointing back to the motor home, "is now my home for the time being." "Nice" Cathy replied, nodding her head and looking at the motor home and Jeep combination, wishing she could do the same thing. But she still had a home outside of Boston and obligations that needed to be met. "So you don't have house or anything anywhere?" curious as to how he lived. "Nope. I have a post office box at one of those mailbox places. I figure I can call every few weeks or so and have them ship whatever came in to me wherever I'm at. The only bills I have are ones I can get are ones that I can get notices in my email and pay electronically" he said with a smile, feeling free of any anchors or anything to tie him down to a specific location. Cathy nodded her head. She had never heard of anyone doing that and couldn't envision not having a 'home' somewhere. 'But then again, there is a certain appeal to the idea' she thought to herself. "How long are you staying here?" Patrick asked, beginning to like the woman and hoping that he might be able to spend the day or maybe two with her before she left. "I have to leave tomorrow. I have some friends in Durango that I need to visit on my way." "Ever been to Durango?" Patrick asked, curious about how much of the west she's seen. "Nope, never. In fact, outside of flying into San Francisco a few times to see Beth, that's my daughter, I've never traveled west of the Mississippi." "Where does your daughter go to school?" "Stanford." "Good school" Patrick said with genuine admiration. Setting the empty cup down, Cathy stood and turned to Patrick who also stood up, "Thank you for the coffee. That was very nice of you." Patrick hid the disappointment he felt that she was leaving so soon, "You are most welcome." Following her back towards to roadway, "Listen, I was planning on taking a ride to a nearby ghost town today. If you're not doing anything, would you care to come along?" hoping that he didn't sound desperate. But he was becoming captivated with this woman and really wanted to spend more time with her. And he thought she was beautiful to boot. Cathy looked at him, trying to decide if he was safe enough or not. Deciding that he seemed like a nice enough guy, "That sounds like fun. I'd like that." "Meet me here in, say, a half-hour?" Smiling, Cathy said "See you in a half-hour" and walked back the direction she originally came from. While Patrick couldn't see it, the smile remained on her face and there was an extra lightness in her step. Patrick put the chairs away and washed the mugs. All of a sudden he became nervous and couldn't figure out what to wear. 'It's not like it's a formal date, for pete's sake. Get ahold of yourself.' Settling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he put together a cooler of drinks and stuff for lunch. Nervousness set in when a half-hour went by and Cathy was nowhere to be seen. It had been years since he had 'been' with a woman. He had totally lost his self-confidence with the other sex and hadn't even been on a real date since before he met his ex-wife. His heart started beating a little faster as he saw Cathy come around the corner. Trying to remind himself to quit acting like a youngster going on his first date, he took a deep breath and smiled, "Ready?" "Yep, let's go. I'm anxious to see this ghost town. I've heard about some of the old mining towns that used to be around here but have never seen one." He tried not to look but couldn't help but glimpse as her shorts rode up her thigh a little as she climbed in the Jeep. His breath caught as her inner thigh was exposed for just a moment. Fortunately, her head was turned away as she reached for the door to close it. The sun shined on the pair as the spent the day exploring not only the ghost town that Patrick wanted to see, but other sights in the area. The sun had already dropped behind the mountain range when they pulled up next to Patrick's RV. "I have some burgers that I was going to grill. Would you like to stay for dinner?" Patrick asked, hoping the time with her wasn't yet over. "Thanks, that's nice of you. I won't be able to stay long. I have some things I need to do before morning. I want to be on the road very early. "No problem, I understand" trying to sound understanding, but a little disappointed. He was glad that he was able to at least have a little longer with her while they ate. "Thanks for dinner and the most wonderful day since I can remember" Cathy said as she took a step forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking back towards her camp. Patrick stood there until she disappeared from view. There was still wine left over from the night previous, he poured a glass and thought about the day. Cathy turned out to be just 2 years younger than he. She was funny, smart, and a joy to be with. He knew that he would miss her. His diary entry that night noted more about his time with Cathy than it did the sights he had seen. If it wasn't for the pictures he took, he might not have remembered everything they had seen; the wildlife, meadows of flowers, the ghost town. He was up early the next morning. He knew that she would have to drive by his camp as she left the grounds. Hoping to see her one last time, he sat outside with his coffee in hand. He hoped he hadn't missed her. A noise just up the roadway caught his attention as he watched a car come into view. The rolled down as it pulled up to his slot. He could feel his heart skip a beat as Cathy's face came into view as she rolled down the window. She smiled, "I didn't think you'd be up this early." The eastern sky was bright but the sun had yet to break the horizon. "I'm an early riser" he responded, not telling her that he set the alarm just in case. "I'm glad I got to see you before I left. I wanted to tell you that I had a lot of fun yesterday. I wish I didn't have to leave, but I need to get going." "I'm glad you did. It was a good time. Wait a sec" he motioned to her as he quickly went into the RV and emerged a few seconds later. Handing her a piece of paper, "Here's my e-mail address. I'd love to hear from you." Cathy looked at the address in hand and then to him, "I will." "Drive safe." "You too." Cathy hadn't planned on meeting anyone on the trip. Never mind someone that she found fun to be with. She sniffled a little as she thought about yesterday. He treated her like and lady, a real gentleman. A smile formed as she thought about him. 'Yeah, he sneaked a peak here and there. But I did tease him, too.' They waved to each other as she pulled out of the campground. Like before, he watched until he could no longer see her car. Patrick spent the rest of the day exploring other areas, Cathy never leaving his mind. It was only at the end of the day that he realized that he never got her e-mail address or phone number. Patrick stayed another couple of days before moving on. He checked his e-mail every day, sometimes several times a day. The only messages were ads that he could care less about and the occasional notice that a bill was due that he promptly paid. ***** "Mom!" Elizabeth cried out as she saw her mother, Cathy, come across the parking lot of the condo complex. It had been a little over a week since leaving Colorado. She spent time in Durango with friends before taking a lazy path to San Francisco. She was glad that she was able to find her daughter's address without a lot of difficulty. She could tell that she had grown out a little more since she last saw her. Elizabeth was, in her humble opinion, a very beautiful lady. "Beth," taking her in her arms, "I have missed you so much. All the e-mails and phone calls don't make up for being able to actually see you." With their arms wrapped around each other, Beth led her back to her condo. Cathy was able to quickly see that the place had already been cleaned out. "What happened?" Looking around the empty unit, "Well, almost all of the furniture belonged to Sally. You remember my talking about my roommate Sally?" Cathy looked at Beth and nodded, "Yeah, but." "Well, she moved out yesterday being that the lease is up in a couple of days. I sold my bed and dresser to her so that's gone too" Beth explained, without a note of concern in her voice. "It was second hand when I bought it. So no real loss." "But," was Cathy's only response. "Sally didn't want to stick around for graduation. I tried to talk her into it but she didn't want to. She was anxious to get to Phoenix to start a new job and left." "It kind of leaves you in a spot, doesn't it?" concerned about her daughter's welfare. With a smile, "Not really. I figured we could stay in a hotel for a couple of nights. Graduation is tomorrow and we can leave the day after." Cathy nodded her head back and forth, thinking about the situation, "Okay, I guess we can do that." Looking at the luggage on the floor, "Is that all you have?" She assumed that there would be boxes of personal belongings, not just a couple of suitcases. Patrick and Cathy Looking at the luggage as well, "Well, I hope you don't mind, but I boxed up the rest of my stuff and had it shipped to your house." Beth looked at her mom, hoping that she was going to be okay with that. She never did ask for permission. "So, you still don't have a job?" Cathy looked at Beth with a note of concern. "Not yet. But I haven't been looking that hard either. I've talked to a couple of old friends back home and, who knows, something might crop up. I just spent four years in this place. I thought maybe you and I could take our time going home and just enjoy life for a while," Beth looked at Cathy. Beth's degree gave her plenty of opportunities and her grades were such that she knew that once she put her résumé out, there would be plenty of offers. With a shrug of her shoulders, "Okay. I hope you know what you're doing." Picking up her bags, she left the condo for the last time. Luckily Beth had the foresight to make reservations at a hotel before the flood of parents invaded the town for the graduation ceremonies. Sitting on the bed after a quick dinner, Beth was anxious to find out how her mom has been fairing. "So, how was your trip out?" Thinking about the long drive from Boston, she smiled as she thought about her brief time in Colorado, "It was okay. Weather was good and the drive was decent." Beth leaned in a little, "I saw that smile. What happened?" Looking up, "Nothing happened!" "Uh huh. Your face is telling me otherwise" Beth challenged her mother. With a small grin, "Well..." "Well, what? Tell me?" Beth scooted forward a little and leaned forward. "I stayed a couple of days in Colorado" Cathy started out, not sure about what to say. "And you met someone, didn't you?" Beth was clearly excited for her mother. "Kinda. It was nothing. I met this guy and he showed me around the area, ghost towns and things. He used to live in Colorado, but I can't remember if he told me where or not" Cathy was not able to completely hide the joy the time she spent with Patrick. "Did you fuck him?" Beth blatantly asked. "Elizabeth! I can't believe you would ask me that. Of course I didn't" she retorted. "Why not? Was he old, ugly, fat, what?" "No! He was, is, a very nice man. He is nice looking and well, a lot of fun to be with." Cathy thought more about her time with him. She wished she was able to have spent more time with him. But she figured that she would likely never see him again. Her eyes lost focus as she thought Patrick. "So, what stopped you?" Snapping back to the present, "Elizabeth Anne. Enough. I'm not going to jump into bed with a man that I just met" Cathy tried to be angry with her daughter but had to admit to herself, had she been able to stay a little longer, she might have ending up sleeping with him. "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to push. It's just that I want to see you get out and well, I know daddy wasn't very nice to you the last few years and you deserve better. And, based on our conversations, I'm pretty sure that there haven't been any men in your life for a long time." "No there haven't" Cathy agreed with a sigh. "I don't know about you, but there's no way I could go that long without getting laid. Hell, I can't go a month without it" Beth proclaimed. Cathy looked at her daughter, shaking her head. "Oh, Beth" she said, taking her Beth's head in her arms and drawing it to her chest, "What am I going to do with you?" Enjoying the feeling of her mother's arms, "So have you talked to him since then?" "Shit" Cathy muttered. Pulling away, Beth frowned, "What?" "I totally forgot," Cathy said as she stood up and went to the dresser, "I totally forgot that he gave me his e-mail address." Finding the slip of paper in the bottom of her bag, she pulled it out and looked at it, "He probably thinks that I forgot all about him." ***** Patrick left the valley the day after Cathy left. He made his way into central Utah. There wasn't as much to see as he had hoped. Pulling into a RV lot near Zion National Park, he noticed a car that looked similar to the one that Cathy drove. He felt his heart jump at the thought of seeing her again. Trying to take what would look to others as a casual stroll, he walked by the campsite. Coming up on the spot, he noticed and elderly man and woman sitting at the picnic table. Waving at the couple as he walked past, he felt a little disappointment that it wasn't her. 'Get a grip, would you? You're supposed to be a middle-aged adult. Not some damn teenager' he chastised himself. Returning to his RV, he prepared the grounds for the night by making sure that there wasn't anything left outside that shouldn't have been. He had seen what happened to camp sites when bears invaded after careless campers left out food. Pulling out his laptop, he made his nightly entry into his diary and uploaded a few more pictures that he had taken that day. As had become habit, he opened his e-mail, hoping but no longer expecting the e-mail that he hoped he would receive. But tonight was different. Tonight he saw he had an e-mail from Cathy. Patrick: I hope that you are doing well. I often think about the ghost town and other things that you showed me. Short of seeing my daughter, it was the best part of my trip. Beth and I will be heading back to Boston soon. Maybe our paths will cross again on our way back. I would like that. Cathy Patrick could feel his heart skip a beat as he read and re-read the e-mail. Just when he thought that she was going to be just someone whom he met in passing, she remembered him and said she wouldn't mind seeing him again. He carefully put together a reply, telling her a little about where he had traveled since last seeing her. Not wanting to sound too anxious, he indicated that he would like to see her and noted where he was staying. Hitting send, Patrick was hopeful that she'd reply and he would get to see her again soon. He had not been very successful in getting her out of his mind since that day in Colorado. Even though he had met some very nice people at the various places he stayed, he still remembered her. ***** Graduation was the typical drawn out affair for large universities. A few tears flowed as Beth was handed her diploma. Cathy was immensely proud of her daughter and all that she had accomplished in life. There was small groups in the parking lots and grounds surrounding the auditorium. Cathy noted that it didn't appear that she had a boyfriend. "What, no boyfriends?" she asked in mock astonishment. Looking around to the many guys lingering around, some of whom she had spent the night with, "Nah, I just haven't found one that I really want to spend all my time with." Looking at the same cluster, "Hmm, well you're young I guess" Cathy pondered, wondering how promiscuous her daughter had been. 'Probably best you don't know' she concluded. She watched as Beth made her way around the group of students, hugging and few and kissing some others. There were tears in Beth's eyes as she said good bye to many of the friends she made, knowing that she may not see them again. As the group dwindled down, Beth come up, "Mom, I'm beat. Is it okay with you if we blow this place and go back to the hotel?" Cathy wrapped her arm around her daughter, "Sure." Walking towards the car, "I'm proud of you kiddo. You've done well. Graduating with Honor's and all, that's something." "Thanks mom" Beth replied, wrapping an arm around her mother as they made their way through the thinning crowd to the car. Arriving at the hotel room, Beth plopped down on the bed, "I'm pooped. I'm glad it's over." She watched as her mother changed out of the dress that she was wearing. Looking at her, wearing only her bra and panties, "I hope that I look that good when I'm your age, mom." Cathy looked down at herself. Her breasts had a little sag to them but not much. She thought they were on the small side, but they are what they are. Running her hands down the side of her hips, she felt like she did a good job keeping herself in shape. She hoped that someone would find her figure attractive. 'I wonder what Patrick would think?' "Not bad for an old lady, eh?" she said, turning to Beth. "Mom! You're not old. And any man would love to get their hands on that body of yours. Patrick maybe?" Beth smirked as she teased her mother. Cathy pulled some sweatpants out of the suitcase and pulled them on along with a loose fitting shirt, "Enough of that." "Did he ever reply to your email?" "I don't know. I haven't looked since I sent it." "Well, aren't you curious? Even a little?" With a glance at Beth, she pulled out her laptop and connected to the hotel's wireless network. Opening her email, she saw that Patrick had, indeed replied. "What's it say?" Beth anxiously asked. "It says that he's in the mountains near Salt Lake City and that he wouldn't mind seeing me again." "Well, that's just two days from here. You're going aren't you?" Beth became excited at the prospect. "I don't know. I mean it was just that one day. Maybe he's an axe murderer" Cathy tried to sound like she had no interest in seeing Patrick again. "Mother!" Beth chastised. "You know you do. I heard you call out his name in your sleep the other night." Cathy looked at her daughter. She was right. For whatever reason, she did want to see him again. She remembered the dream. It's not often that she does, but this was remained. ***** Cathy was on a beach somewhere near her hometown wearing a skimpy bikini. The place was void of people and the summer sun was warm on her skin. Strolling along the water's edge, she picked up a star fish here and there that had made its way to shore. Looking up, she saw a man higher on the beach looking at her. Blocking the sun with her hand, she looked to see that it was Patrick, wearing the same clothes he wore the day they spent together. She remained standing there as he started walking her direction. Not a word was spoken as she stood there, letting him place his hands on her shoulders, his lips touching hers. Feeling his tongue on her lips, she opened her mouth to let him probe deeper. She remained motionless, locked in passionate kiss as she felt his hands undo the ties that held her top in place. The bottom of the bikini soon joined the top on the sand. Stepping back, she saw that he was also nude, his clothes somehow disappearing. With his erection pointing up he cupped her breasts and gave her a smile. A blanket had appeared from nowhere and she was lying on her back, she watched as he knelt between her feet. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs apart, exposing her most private area to him. She returned his smile as his head lowered until it was between her legs, his tongue making contact with her inner thighs. With a gasp, she laid her head back as she felt his breath on her clitoris. She jumped a little when his tongue started flicking the nubbin. Her orgasm was quick and intense. She felt like she was never going to stop coming, Patrick lapping up as much of her come as possible. She opened her eyes in time to see him move up and place his cock at her vagina. Placing her hands on his back, she cried out "Patrick" as he slowly pushed, his erection spreading her open. When he was completely inside, she pulled his face to hers and returned the kiss he gave earlier. A second orgasm was building as he worked his penis in and out. She felt his cock grow a little more and she could feel his come enter her womb. It was then that her climax peaked. She wrapped her ankles around back, holding him in place. She didn't want him to pull out. Not just yet. Cathy had woken to find the sheets beneath her damp. She lay there for another minute or two, looking around. She looked over to the other bed and Beth had her back to her, apparently sound asleep. With a smile and a tear in her eye, she smiled at the dream, hoping that she wouldn't forget it any time soon. ***** The morning sun crested over the horizon, turning the few clouds in the sky a brilliant yellow-orange. With a steaming mug of coffee, Patrick watched as the sun began its journey across the Utah sky. "It's so beautiful this time of morning. Isn't it?" said a voice that had come up from behind him. Recognizing the voice, he turned to see Cathy standing there, wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt, her arms crossed, trying to keep warm in the morning air. "Cathy!" Patrick cried in a voice of total surprise. He set his mug down on the picnic table and made his way over to where she was standing. With a smile as wide as his mouth would allow, "I don't know what to say. I never, I didn't think, I, I'm glad to see you." Knowing that she made the right decision to come to Utah, "I'm glad to see you too." "How did you find me?" "Well Beth insisted that I come out. So we drove out from San Francisco. We spent most of yesterday afternoon and into last early night to finally find the campground you were in. Your lights were out when we finally did find you. So we made camp a few spots down." Nodding her head in the direction of their camp, "She's probably still asleep." "Why didn't you say something, I would have told you where I was." "That's what I told Beth! But she insisted that we come out and find you. She thought it would be better to surprise you. I don't know where she gets her logic sometimes." "Come in, come in. You look cold out here" Patrick said, observing that she was not holding up to the cold air very well. He grabbed his mug and opened the door to the RV, allowing her to enter. She sat at the dining table while he poured a cup of coffee for her, "A little sugar and creamer. Right?" recalling the last time they were together. "You remember" Cathy smiled. "I do." Grabbing both mugs, he sat down at the table opposite her. Neither said a word for a few moments. "So, you said Beth is with you?" Patrick asked. "Yeah she is. She did most of the driving. It's a wonder she doesn't have a glove box full of speeding tickets." Cathy stopped to take a sip from her mug. Setting it back down, "She was out like a light after we got our tent setup and sleeping bags rolled out. I wouldn't be surprised if she slept till noon." Hoping that she wasn't just passing through, "So what are your plans?" he asked trying to be neutral and not sounding anxious. "I don't know. I thought I'd just play it by ear and see what happens." Patrick could feel a jolt of joy in knowing that she wasn't going to be leaving right away. "Well, there's a trail to a mountain lake that I was going to take today. Would you and Beth like to join me?" Smiling, Cathy responded, "I'd like that." The couple spent the next hour bringing each other up to date with what has happened in their lives since they last saw each other. The both started feeling a sense of comfort with the other; a feeling that the other person belonged in their life. Getting up and setting the empty mug in the sink, Cathy said "Well, let me go see if Beth has gotten up yet." Standing next to the door, she looked at the man in front of her, she could feel her emotions begin to stir, 'I only just met you. But I'm not sure I want to leave you again.' "Absolutely, I look forward to meeting her" Patrick responded genuinely. Patrick started cleaning up the RV after Cathy left. Taking a quick shower in the tiny shower stall next to the 'kitchen', he dressed and was outside tying his hiking boots when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, he saw Cathy with a beautiful young lady that looked just like her mother. "Patrick," Cathy greeted him as she approached the campsite, "this is my daughter Beth. Beth, this is Patrick." Shaking her hand, "I am so very glad to meet you. Your mom has spoken highly of you." "Thanks," Beth replied "I'm glad to meet you too. Mom's been dying to see you again. She just won't admit it. She's called out your name in her sleep." "Elizabeth!" Cathy spoke out, in a poor attempt to admonish her daughter. Seeing water bottles and a day pack slung around Beth's shoulders, "You guys ready?" With a nod of their heads, they climbed into the Jeep and headed out. The sun remained warm and the trail was void of people. It was like they had the entire park to themselves. Beth was usually several steps ahead of them, giving them a little privacy. Patrick couldn't help but glance at the figure of the young lady in front of him now and then. It was almost as if she was trying to be noticed. But his interest lied in the woman next to him. Reaching the lake just before noon, Patrick found a shady spot near the water's edge. He sat down and broke out the makings he brought for lunch. The sandwiches and cold drinks hit the spot after the hike. Beth stood and looked at the couple still seated on the ground, "I think I'm going to take a stroll and leave you two alone for a little while." Looking at her mother, she gave a little smile and a wink. Cathy gave her a smirk in return and a slight shake of her head. Yeah, her desire to make love with the man next her was growing, but she had no intention of doing it here. Cathy turned to Patrick, "It's nice here. So quiet and peaceful." Looking around, Patrick nodded, "It is." Looking at her, "There's also a lot of beauty here" he said with a smile, hoping it didn't sound too corny. Patrick placed his hand on hers, "I'm glad that you came. I've thought about you a lot since you left." Feeling a lump in her throat, "I'm glad too. I've thought about you too." Smiling, "That's what Beth said." Putting her hand to her forehead, "God, I can't believe she said that." Looking at her as she raised her head back up, he leaned in wanting to kiss her lips. Her heart beating faster, she leaned in as well and touched her lips to his. Locked in an embrace, they lay down on the ground and wrapped their arms around each other, their lips never parting. It was late afternoon when the trio returned to Patrick's RV. The girls bade him a good night after a well cooked dinner that Patrick prepared. Cleaning up the campground, Patrick retired to his RV. Pouring himself a glass of wine, he sat down to his laptop and started entering in the day's events. A knock at the door of the RV broke his concentration. With his eyebrows furrowed, he wondered who would be knocking. Opening the door, his eyes widen seeing the person who disrupted his evening, "Cathy! Come in, come in." Cathy stepped into the RV, "I hope you don't mind but.." "Nonsense, I'm so glad to see you. Can I get you a glass of wine?" Patrick offered, showing her the bottle that he had opened on the table. "Maybe just a little" she replied, holding two of fingers apart to show that she didn't want much. But a little would be nice to calm her down. Cathy sat in one of the bench seats crossed her legs. Patrick watched as they slid up just a little. "I'm glad Beth talked me into coming here." "I'm glad you found me." "Well, I really need to get going" Cathy said as she stood. "Beth is probably wondering where I've run off to." "I'm so glad you're here. Can I see you again tomorrow?" Patrick asked, hopeful that tonight was not going to be it. "I would like that. A lot" she replied with a warm smile. Cathy slowly strolled back to her campsite with a wide grin on her face. He was such a gentleman and he aroused some feelings that she feared she would not feel again. "Mom? What are you doing here?" Beth asked as her mother started to enter the tent they shared. "Hmm, maybe because I'm going to sleep here?" Cathy replied, confused at the question. "I was hoping that I wouldn't see you until morning." "Beth..." Cathy tried to counter, not sounding completely convincing. "No, don't 'Beth' me. You know you want him. Go get him, before someone else does" Beth said as she tried to motion her mother back in the direction of Patrick's RV. "If you don't want to spend the night with him, maybe I will" she teased her mother. Patrick and Cathy Answering the knock at the door, Patrick opened it to find Cathy standing there, "Is everything okay?" he asked, standing off to the side so that she could enter. Turning to face him, butterflies in her stomach, "Well, I was hoping that maybe I could get a goodnight kiss." Cathy felt very self-conscious, hoping that Patrick wouldn't think of her poorly. Without a word, Patrick stepped in and placed his hand on the back of her shoulder and let his lips touch hers. "Mmm" came from Cathy's throat as she felt his mouth her bottom lip in between his. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him in tighter as the kiss deepened. She felt his arms envelope her and she swore that she could feel his heart pounding through his chest. Breaking the kiss, Cathy looked at Patrick and smiled, "That was nice. Can I have another?" Patrick beamed and proceeded to give her another kiss. He could feel his penis responding to the sensation of a woman in his arms. He became fearful that she would feel it and flee. Cathy moved her leg just a little so that she could hold her balance and felt his growing erection. Making a quick decision, she pressed her leg a little more into his crotch. She could feel the heat build in her own panties and wetness beginning to build. Feeling Cathy move her leg tighter against him, he slowly moved his hand until it rested on her bottom. Sensing nothing to indicate that this was unwanted, he started caressing it and pulled her gently towards him just a little. Separating her mouth from his, she rested her head on his shoulders, "Do you have someplace a little more comfortable?" His penis now as erect as it could get within the constraint of his pants, he led her to the back of the RV to where the bedroom was located. Cathy smiled at him as she reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, her hands on his bare chest as it slid off and fell to the floor. Patrick reached up and gingerly placed his hands on her breasts. He could feel that she was not wearing a bra as he ran his thumb over her hardening nipples. Undoing the buttons on her blouse, he pushed the material off of her shoulders, allowing her breasts to be fully exposed to him. Bending over just a little, he cupped the underside and drew one into his mouth, running his tongue over the areole and the nipple in the center. Her hands rubbed the back of his head as she felt his teeth nibble her tits gingerly. Moving her hands, she unsnapped his shorts and hooked her thumbs into the waist band. Kneeling down, she drew the shorts down and waited as he stepped out of them. Placing her hand on his erect cock, feeling it throb through the material of his underwear, she looked up as she drew the last of his clothing down. Grasping his penis, she slowly ran her hand up and down the shaft. She saw the pre-cum seeping out. Feeling his hands on her arms, she stood and looked at him as he got down and drew her sweatpants down to her ankles, along with her panties. Her arousal was evident by the scent that greeted his nose. He looked at the pussy that was before him, lightly covered in hair. He reached in with his tongue and lightly ran it over the exposed labia, taking in the moisture that had accumulated there. Feeling her shift her feet, Patrick watched as Cathy lay down on the bed, scooting herself back until her head was on the pillows. With her feet next to him, he started kissing her toes and slowly worked his way up her leg until he was, once again, at the juncture of her legs. Deciding to avoid her sweet spot for the moment, he continued upward until he was able to take one of her nipples into his mouth. His erect penis was rubbing up against her leg and he could feel her move it against him. Cathy soaked in the feeling of his mouth as he worked his way up her body. Unlike her ex-husband, she enjoyed that Patrick took his time. Her arousal was growing as he kissed her skin. She opened her eyes as she felt him move away. She watched as he lowered his head on her pussy and let out a gasp as his tongue made contact. Her body shivered as darts of pleasure went through her. Pulling her lips apart, he looked at the pink flesh, the clitoris at the top. He gently put the tip of his tongue on it, slowly moving it around the nubbin. Her hips moved under him as he gently sucked on the clit and drew it between his teeth. Moving his hands up, he inserted a couple of fingers into her vagina, caressing it slowly. He continued until he felt her hips raise and not fall. A quiver went through her as she came, releasing her come on his fingers. Waiting to remove his fingers until her orgasm ebbed, Patrick rose up on his knees and moved forward to give her a kiss. As he placed his lips on hers, he felt her hand clasp his erection, guiding him to her entrance. With his cock poised at her vagina, she smiled, "I want to feel you inside me." Patrick savored the sensation of his penis be wrapped in warmth as he pushed into her. Her orgasm left her well lubricated and he was able to slide in with ease. Realizing that he started without considering protection, "I need to put on a condom." With a shake of her head, "Neither of us has been with anyone for a long time. So I think we're safe. Besides, I like the feeling of an uncovered cock." Slowly moving in and out of her, Patrick kissed her lips and her face as he could feel his penis become more and more sensitive as he moved inside her. His pace quickened as he felt himself getting closer to coming. He started to pull out as he felt his orgasm about to burst. Cathy placed her hands on his ass and pulled him back in, "I can't get pregnant. Come inside me. I want to feel you let go." With those words, Patrick felt his semen surge through him and into her womb. It had been a long time since he felt himself come at the hands of a woman. He thought he'd never stop coming. It wasn't until dawn that either of them stirred, the sun streaming through the RV. Opening his eyes, he looked at Cathy with her head on the pillow. He watched as the sun slowly highlighted her breast, the nipple creating a shadow. Cathy slowly opened her eyes, a smile growing as he caressed her. Patrick could feel his penis begin to respond as she wrapped her hand around it. When it had become fully hard, she nudged him so that he was on his back. She leaned in to kiss him, as she moved a leg over him, placing his cock at her vagina. Patrick looked at her as she sank down on him. He felt himself enter easily, she was obviously as aroused as he was. With her breasts in front of him, he took them in his hands as she moved up and down on his shaft. Closing his eyes, he took a nipple in his mouth and started massaging it with his tongue. Cathy sat up on his hips, pulling her breast away. She looked at him as she ground her hips against his, her clit rubbing up against his pubic bone. She could feel his penis as it ejected streams of cum in her. Though she hadn't come, she relished the feeling coming from her groin. Lying on top of him, "I really need to get up. Beth is probably wondering if I'm still alive." "She doesn't know where you are?" he inquired. "Oh she does. She was hoping I wouldn't come back till morning" Cathy replied, giving him a quick kiss. "No regrets?" Patrick asked, hoping that it wasn't a one-time thing. Shaking her head, her hair brushing against his face, "None. You?" With a broad smile, "None whatsoever." It was mid-morning when Patrick strode into Cathy's campsite. Cathy was in a chair reading a book when he saw Beth emerge from the tent. "Mom, I think we have a visitor" Beth said over her shoulder as she looked in his direction. Turning to see who she was referring to, she stood up with a smile, seeing Patrick. Smoothing down the front of her shorts, she walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. With their arms around each other, Beth smiled as it was clear to her that her mother was falling for this man. Beth couldn't blame her. Cathy needed to return to Boston before long to deal with some personal matters. Time wasn't critical to anyone so they took their time, the better part of two weeks to get there, just the same. Cathy would ride in the RV with Patrick and Beth followed in her mother's car. The trio took the time to stop and see a number of places along the way. Cathy spent every night in Patrick's bed. Beth started out sleeping in the bunk over the cab, at the other end of the RV. They were at a campground in the Great Smokey Mountains sitting amongst the trees when Beth said, "Mom if it's all the same to you, I'm going to start sleeping in the tent." Looking at her daughter, "Why?" not understanding the reason at first. "Are we making a little too much noise for you?" she asked with a grin on her face. "Well, a little" Beth confided, "besides I'm not getting any and it's making it more difficult." Cathy knew that she had fallen in love with Patrick and told him so. It was after a tender love making session that they both declared their love for each other. Patrick had just returned from paying for another day. "Patrick," Cathy said, standing and wrapping her arms around her new partner, "I'm going to run into town. We are running low on a few groceries. Anything you need?" "You want me to go with you?" surprised that she didn't automatically invite him along. "No, you stay here. I'll be fine" Cathy replied, giving Patrick a passionate kiss to end the discussion. Patrick watched as she drove off. Beth was sitting on the picnic table as her mother drove away. With a small smile on her face, she got up and started for the RV, "Patrick, I'm going to get a glass of water. Can I get you anything?" He looked up to see her head framed against the sky, with a slight catch in his voice, "No, I'm good. Thank you though." He listened as he heard her step into the RV and close the door. Sitting down, Patrick picked up the book he was reading. "Patrick," Beth called out from inside the RV, "do we have any more ice?" Patrick looked up and thought 'Ice? There should be plenty of ice. I filled the ice trays. Didn't I?' Getting up and walking towards the door, "There should still be some in the freezer." He opened the door and stepped in. Looking towards the rear of the camper, he saw Beth, totally nude facing him. "I really don't need any ice. But I could use something else" she said softly. Patrick took in the girl before him. Her breasts were just a little larger than her mother's but still not overly large. However, unlike her mother, her pussy was totally void of hair. Her legs were apart just enough that he could see her labia extending down. Despite his best efforts, his cock started to respond. "Uh, Beth. I don't think this is a good idea" Patrick said, trying to avert his eyes from the naked beauty in front of him. Running her hands over her breasts and then down to her pussy, letting one hand slide along her slit, "Why not, you're a man and I'm a woman. A woman in need." "Your mother, she, well, it's not right" Patrick stammered. "You don't think I'm pretty?" Beth asked. "It's not that. Yes, you are pretty. But, I'm in love with Cathy" Patrick responded. "You don't want me? It's just you and me." "Yes. No. I mean, yes you are very desirable. But I can't. You don't understand." Using both hands to massage her pussy lips, pulling on them just a little, "You mean you wouldn't want to let me ride your nice hard cock?" "Oh god. I can't" Patrick said leaving the RV. He sat in the chair and picked up the book but was unable to read. He had difficulty getting the vision of Beth nude out of his head. His penis was still slightly erect when he heard the door close behind him as Beth came out. Kissing the top of his head, "You are such a sweet man. Mom is lucky to have you." He watched as she returned to her tent, turning and smiling at him just before she zipped it closed. Letting his head roll back until it hit the chair, he thought about the events and muttered "Oh god." Cathy brought back some things for dinner and made the three of them a savory pasta dish, the likes Patrick never tasted before. "That was truly wonderful, Cathy. Thank you." "You are welcome. Now why don't you go sit outside while Beth and I clean up" Cathy instructed, shooing him towards the door. Patrick started a fire in the fire pit and pulled up three chairs. Cathy and Beth came out whispering to each other. Patrick watched as Beth entered the tent and zipped it up behind her. Looking at Cathy, "Is she okay?" Cathy nodded, "She's fine." Cathy looked at him, "I understand that Beth offered herself to you, so to speak." Patrick dropped his head a little and looked at the fire. He simply nodded his head to confirm her suspicion. "She tells me that you turned her down." Turning to face her, "Cathy, she had called out for ice and I went inside to see and, well, she was standing there, well, naked." "That's what she said." Silence passed between them for a few moments. Patrick was in agony, fearing that the relationship between them was at risk. "I'm not surprised she did that" Cathy thought about Beth a little more. "She's always been one to be more open with her sexuality. I guess I never stopped it, figuring it was better than sneaking around and trying to hide it." "Well, she sure didn't hide it from me" Patrick responded. "So," Cathy looked at him, "why did you turn her down?" Looking at the woman in his life, "Hum, maybe because she's your daughter and I'm committed to you?" Smiling, "Well, I'm not sure I would have blamed you if you did. I certainly wouldn't have held it against you." With a tilt of her head, "Did you find her attractive, desirable? It's okay to be honest" she reassured him with a smile. Not totally sure that he wasn't walking into a trap, "Well, yes, she is an attractive lady." Nodding, "Do you think you would have fucked her if it weren't for me?" knowing full well that Beth's naked form would be difficult for any man to resist. Besides, she enjoyed having a little fun with him, at his expense. With a shrug of his shoulders, he knew that inside he would probably have taken Beth up and explored every inch of her body, burying his face in her hairless crotch, "Yeah, I guess. Maybe. I don't know." "She admired him for resisting. "Now that we raised the subject of sex," Cathy stood up holding out her hand, "take me to bed and make me a happy woman." Patrick rose and took her hand and then drew her into his arms. He could feel her breasts crushed against his chest and he felt her leg settle against his crotch, causing his penis to stir. "After we get to Boston and you do what you need to do, will you come on the road with me? There are still a lot of places I want to go and I want you to go with me. Cathy looked at the man she had fallen in love with. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. There was no way that she was ever going to let him go. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do." The deal was sealed with a kiss; the passion building the longer the kiss lasted. Patrick felt her hands slide down his back until it rested on his ass. With a slight squeeze, Cathy whispered, "Let's go inside." With one hand on her breast and another inside her panties, Beth peeked through a crack in the door of the tent and watched as her mother and Patrick stepped in the RV. 'I wish it was me that he was taking inside.' She had told her mother everything that had transpired and how Patrick, while he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, declined the invitation to have sex with her. Patrick was lying on his back, his erection being attended to by Cathy's mouth. He watched as her head went up and down his shaft. She brought him close to eruption but stopped before he came. She learned that given his age, he takes a little longer to recover than younger men and she wanted him inside her, feeling him come inside her. She moved up so that her pussy was above his face, looking down and pulling her labia apart to that her pink flesh was exposed, "I need your tongue." Replying with a smile, Patrick reached up with his hands and grabbed her hips, drawing her down so that he could massage her clit with his tongue. He used his tongue up and down the slit between her vagina and her clitoris, spending time in each area, working to bring her arousal to a climax. Cathy leaned forward, placing her hands on the wall behind his head and became lost in the sensations that Patrick's tongue was giving her. He could feel her legs clench around his head as her climax went through her. He continued working his tongue until she lifted herself off of him, begging him to stop. She slid down until her crotch was aligned with his. Placing the head of his penis at her entrance, she kissed him, tasting her come on his face. Looking at him, "I love you, Patrick. I really love you." Patrick smiled, "And I love you too, Cathy" as she lowered her hips, his erection entering her warm, moist tunnel. Grinding her hips against his, Patrick felt the end of his cock rub against the walls of her vagina, causing ripples of pleasure to course through his groin. Patrick could only look at the love of his life as he came, stream after stream of semen erupting until it started leaking out of her, running down the sides of his cock. Rolling off of him, their come still dripping out of her, she caressed his face and kissed the end of his nose. Patrick was truly in love. It would take something major for him to leave her side. ***** It took a few days for Cathy to settle her personal business in Boston. The couple was sitting on a rocky outcrop overlooking the Atlantic. Cathy had her hand resting on Patrick's knee, her fingers stroking his skin. "Well, I'm sorry that it took a little longer than I thought, but I've got everything done that I need to." Looking at Patrick and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for being patient. I know that you'd probably rather be traveling someplace." "It's quite alright. Beth has shown me around the area." "I'll bet that's not all she wanted to show you" Cathy laughed, envisioning her daughter trying to get him to have sex with her. With a shrug of his shoulders, "Yeah, she 'accidently' showed me her body again" recalling on he had stepped out into the backyard to find Beth sunbathing in the nude with her feet facing him. She spread her legs so that he could see her pussy clearly. Even though he wanted to tear his clothes off and sink his already hard cock in her, he turned around and went back in the house. Looking at her, Patrick asked, "You sure you want to travel with me? I have no idea where I'm going next. That RV is now my home for the next few years." Removing her hand from his knee, she slid it around his elbow, drawing him to her, "I can't think of anyplace I'd rather be." Patrick turned his head and placed his hand on the side of her face, looking in her eyes, "I am so glad to hear you say that" giving her a soft kiss. "What about Beth?" Cathy rubbed her hand on his arm, "Well, she and I talked a little last night. She'd like to go with us, if that's okay with you. She said that she wants to come back late summer and live in my house. She thinks that she may have an opportunity with a company in Boston. Apparently they contacted her about working for them." Patrick nodded, not sure how he was going to deal with Beth's advances, but he'd find a way somehow. Looking at his love, he reached into his pocket to get something that he brought with him. "Well, seeing how we are going to be together for the foreseeable future, how would you like to travel with me as my wife?" opening his hand to reveal an engagement ring. It was fortunate that he thought ahead and brought a package of tissues as half of them were used up within moments.