0 comments/ 76329 views/ 16 favorites Camping with a Delorean By: Nightwork1 Chapter 1 I sat at the table in a small RV trailer that I'd rented leafing through the day's newspaper. I was staying in a campground a few miles outside of Mammoth Lakes. It was the end of September and the campground was mostly empty, which is why I come here during this time every year for a week's vacation. Most of the time I traveled with friends, though this year no one had been available. I had been single for years; my career as a high-ranking Police Officer back home made it hard to be in a relationship with the stress and odd hours which that sort of a lifestyle required. So this year I came here alone. I liked that. Sure it was lonely but the solitude was nice as was having the ability to do what I pleased. An added bonus to traveling alone was I was able to drive my vintage Delorean. I hated it being called the Back to The Future car; I'd owned mine since before the movies came-out. I'd had it painted bright red a few years earlier. My ex-wife had never been a fan of the car; she thought it was cheaply constructed (it is) un-reliable (guilty, even when it was new was never reliable) she thought I spent too much money on it (I do, two years ago I paid a shop a lot of money to install a modern engine and transmission) and in general she'd hated it. But I've always liked it and at this point I've modernized so many things on it there really isn't much original Delorean left on it. The weather in the Eastern Sierra in late Fall was known for being unpredictable; some years it was 80 and sunny during the day, other years it snowed. This year was a mix of sun during the day and light to moderate rains at night. I was warm and dry in my trailer but over the past day or so I couldn't help but feel bad for a couple which were tent camping in a spot across from me. Their tent seemed to be a flimsy and cheap summer model which apparently leaked during the first night of rains and collapsed during the second leaving them to sleep in the rear of their SUV. The Wife looked miserable. They had a couple of mountain bikes with them so I assumed they were in the area to ride some of the many trails. Being that the campground was mostly empty our paths crossed frequently. I learned that their names were Heather and Mitch. They both appeared to be in their mid twenties and mentioned they had been married a year or so. They seemed friendly, especially Heather who struck-up a conversation with me whenever I saw her around the campground. She was hard to miss with what looked to be natural red hair down to just past her shoulders, a slender frame with a narrow waist and what looked to be a pair of heavenly C-cup-sized breasts which she frequently allowed to hang naturally without the impendence of a bra. Later that day I had just returned from a day out in my car and was putting some things away when Heather walked-up to me and struck-up a conversation. "I've been meaning to tell you, my Husband and I love your car! We're big 'Back To The Future' fans but we've never actually seen a Delorean in-person before." Heather said. "Thank you, although I don't drive it much. This trip I'm on will be the most miles I've driven it in the past five years or so." I told her. "What brings you up here?" She asked. "I come-up here every September. I like to sight see, do some fishing and a little hiking." I explained. "Can I sit in it?" Heather asked. "Sure." I said as I opened the passenger-side gull wing door. "These seats are so soft! This doesn't look anything like the car in Back to The Future." She said. "I know. Their from a wrecked Cadillac. Their heated too." I told her. "Why don't you and your Husband come-by later for dinner and I'll show him the car." I offered. "That would be great!" She said as she climbed-out of the car, inadvertently giving me a direct shot of her tits which were almost spilling-out of her Halter top. I watched her tiny ass, hidden barely behind a pair of Lycra bike shorts walk back towards her camp, wondering if I'd get the chance to what she looked like outside of her mountain biking clothes. Chapter 2 Following my chat with Heather I went to town to get some supplies for dinner. Walking-out of the grocery store it was obvious that the daily rains had returned. An hour later I saw Mitch and Heather walking towards my trailer under an umbrella. It was way too wet to start a fire or BBQ as I had earlier planned but I had a pot of spaghetti on the stove and the table inside the trailer already set. As they walked by it I saw Mitch take a long look at my car. Heather introduced me to Mitch. He seemed nice. Quiet guy. Said he worked in Television as a Production Assistant or something. Whatever he did it sounded like he worked infrequently and it quickly became obvious that the pair lived-off of Heather's profession as an RN. Of course their next question was what I did for a living. I explained that I was a Sergeant with a large Police agency near Santa Barbara. "I told you!" Heather said to Mitch. "You look like a Cop." Heather explained. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked. "No not at all Mitch said. My Uncle is a cop in New York." I don't like to talk to non-officers about what I do for a living-you just never know how people are going to react, so I changed the subject and what I do for a living never came-up again that night. Over dinner we shared a bottle of wine I'd picked-up earlier. It was obvious that the two of them didn't drink much as soon Mitch was becoming a lot more talkative and Heather even more bubbly than she normally was. It was then that the conversation returned to my car. Mitch told me how much he'd always lusted after Delorean's. It seems as a child he'd even named his cat Delorean or something. Heather said they'd watched the movies hundreds of times. Finally they got to the point; they asked if they could take my car for a drive. I smiled and pretended to ponder their request. Then I calmly explained to them that I rarely let anyone drive the car. Of course something I wasn't willing to tell them was that in truth I couldn't care less about who drove the car; my Sister had even driven it for a couple of days just before I'd left on this trip while her SUV was down for repairs. I once had even allowed my neighbor's son to drive it to his Prom. I'd owned the car for a long time. I liked the car but I honestly had no emotional attachment to the car. However I was horny and had a suspicion that Heather wasn't quite the good girl she wanted the world to think she was. They nodded their heads but couldn't hide their disappointment however the conversation (and alcohol consumption) continued as the rain began to let-up outside. An hour or so later the pair said good night and began making their way (stumbling mostly) back to their camp. I was also tired so after I cleaned-up the few dishes and glasses from dinner I went to bed. Just as I was about to drift-off to sleep I heard a knock on the door of my trailer. I got-up, opened the door and was surprised to see Heather standing there only wearing a long T-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. Thinking that she or Mitch had forgotten something I asked her inside. "I'll get straight to the point, Mitch really wants to drive your car. Is there anyway you'd re-consider? He and I are such Back To The Future geeks you wouldn't believe." She explained. I knew where this was heading and I wanted to see how far I could push this girl so I told her, "Gas, grass or ass nobody rides for free." I said with a smile. After a moment of awkward silence Heather replied, "I'm prepared to give you a blow job but that's as far as I'm willing to go." "Then that will get Mitch a ride in the car. With me driving." I replied. Heather seemed to be pondering her next move than said, "Okay. But I can't be gone too long, Mitch thinks I'm up at the bathrooms." There was nothing more which needed to be said. Thankfully I had been hard since the moment I saw Heather standing at my door, especially since it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under her T-shirt. I'd like to say that Heather was one of the best cock suckers I had ever experienced but I'd be lying. What she was doing felt great, there was no doubt but her motions felt mechanical and I could tell she was uncomfortable, especially when I worked one of my hands under her shirt and got to feel first-hand what those firm titties of her were like, she tensed-up. Thankfully though it didn't take long until I felt my balls begin to tighten and I began pumping my seed down her throat she swallowed every drop like a pro. Once I was finished she leaned-back on her thighs and looked-up at me with a satisfied grin on her face. "So we'll see you tomorrow morning then?" Heather said. "Yep. A deal's a deal. See you in the morning." I said. Chapter 3 I always wake-up early and the next morning was no different. I got-up, walked a short ways to town to buy a newspaper and returned to my trailer to drink coffee and see what was happening in the world. An hour or so later I could see Mitch and Heather were up and moving around their camp. Five minutes later I pulled the Delorean up in front of their camp, swung-open the driver's door (since the windows are ridiculous to try and talk out of) and asked Mitch if he wanted to go for a ride. You'd think I'd just asked if he wanted a suitcase full of Diamonds. His face lit-up, he turned and looked at Heather who did a great job of looking surprised then shooed him towards the car. As he was literally running towards where I was parked Heather shot me a grin and a wink. Mitch was like a little kid. He waved to people as we drove through town. He touched or played with just about everything on the dash or on the console between the front seats (which reminded me of how I had played with his wife's titties the night before but I digress). I didn't know where to go or how long a ride I was supposed to give him, I mean Heather had spent less than ten minutes on her knees with my cock in her mouth but just to be fair I drove him around the town and on a few twisty mountain roads on the edge of town for almost an hour. Surprisingly he never asked if I would let him drive (I wouldn't, if Jaime wanted her Husband to know what it felt like to drive a Delorean I was going to know what the inside of her cunt felt like). When I dropped Mitch off back at their campsite Mitch was grinning from ear-to-ear. Heather snapped a couple of pictures with him and the car, heck I was even feeling a little sorry about what I'd made Heather do the night before so I even took a couple of pictures of the two of them sitting in the car. As I was getting ready to leave the three of us made arrangements for dinner together that night. With that I climbed back into my car and drove-off for a day of sightseeing and fishing. Chapter 4 The rains greeted me as I passed June Lake headed back towards Mammoth. This rain was cold though, almost sleet like. Rear-engine cars aren't known for handling particularly great on slick roads so I had to take it slow. When I arrived at the campground I immediately noticed that Heather and Mitch had left the windows open about half-way when they'd left to go mountain biking earlier that day; I was certain that the inside of their SUV was soaked. As expected when they returned a little while later I heard some yelling and waving of arms then watched two soggy figures walk towards my trailer. "Um, I hate to ask but we noticed that you have an extra bed in your trailer, would you mind if we shared your trailer tonight?" Mitch asked as Heather rolled her eyes behind him. "Not a problem." I told them. That night, after Mitch and Heather dried-out we all shared another meal, and another bottle of wine in my trailer. This time though Mitch was fast asleep before he'd even finished his second glass of wine. "Lightweight huh?" I said casually to Heather. "Yeah. That and I slipped him something. Sometimes he just annoys the piss out of me." Heather said flatly. I looked-down at my glass suspiciously then dumped the contents into the sink. Heather said, "Don't worry, I didn't drug your drink. In fact I only drugged his for his own good. I wanted him out-of-the-way so we could have another talk about your car." I poured myself a fresh glass of wine then told her to go on. "I'll get right to the point, what do I have to do for you to let Mitch drive your car?" Heather asked nervously. "To drive the car? Oh you don't want to know." I replied coyly. "Well I'm asking so you know I have some idea." Heather said as she pulled her arms out of the tank top she was wearing, slowly slid it down her mid-section, allowing it to fall off her legs then calmly stepped out of it, revealing her perky C-cup sized tits being held in-place by an almost see-through white lace bra. "That's a good start" I said with a laugh. "But what about Mitch?" I asked Heather. "He'll be out all night. He's a good man, but boring as the day is long and sometimes I just need something more...exciting." Heather said as I pulled her close to me, so that our faces were only inches apart. That was all I needed to know she was serious. In the next instant I had her on my bed, our faces glued to each other as I wasted no time in working my hands under her bra and getting another up-close feel of her tits. If the previous night had felt forced and mechanical tonight couldn't have been more opposite. Heather was matching my every move, touch and caress like a pro and soon her bra was tangled-up around her mid-section, her flannel pajama bottoms were on the floor leaving her squirming underneath me wearing only a pair of lacy red panties. I figured she had gone-down on me the night before so I thought I'd return the favor and soon I buried myself deep between her thighs. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and wasted no time in licking and sucking her pussy. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was (my dick was so hard listening to her moan and feeling her grind her Pelvis into my face that I worried a little about shooting my load too early). I looked-up briefly and saw her burying her face in a pillow just as she arched her back and I felt pussy convulsing around my tongue. As she was coming-down from, well Cumming I slowly worked my way up her body, relishing every curve in her fit body. Heather stretched-out her arms above her head, then stopped when she felt something metallic under my pillow. "What's that?" She asked seriously. "My gun. I'm a cop remember. I always have a side-arm near me." I replied matter-of-factly. "I've never seen a gun in-person before." She said. I pulled the pistol out from underneath my pillow, removed the magazine and emptied the chamber then handed it to her. "Is it safe?" She asked as she sat-up and held the gun carefully with both hands. "Yeah, it's empty. It's about as dangerous as an empty Stapler now." I told her. "Wow, I mean it's lighter than I thought a gun would be." She said. "That's a Glock 17. They're very lightweight plus it's empty. Twenty rounds would just about double it's weight." I explained. For me this gun is much like a wrench a Plumber might use; it's a tool. Heather now wedged the gun between her tits. I could tell she was getting more turned-on. I could think of a lot of things I could have done with that gun and her but at the core I was horny and just wanted to fuck this girl so with that I seized on the opportunity. With Heather still holding the gun between her tits I grabbed her legs and pulled her ass towards the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties off which I had earlier just moved aside completely off of her and sling-shotted them across the trailer, watching them land near where Mitch was passed-out at the table, maybe five feet from my bed. The storm outside was raging; the trailer rocked from side-to-side and I could hear the rain falling hard on the roof of the trailer. Heather seemed to know what was coming next and willingly spread her legs. As soon as my cock slipped into one of the tightest and warmest cunt's I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking Heather wrapped her legs around my ass and began matching my thrusts with her own. Normally I like to think of myself as a skilled and attentive Lover, but not tonight. This was about one thing; fucking this skinny, half-drunk young girl silly while her husband slept just five feet away. I looked-down and saw Heather looking back up at me, now sucking on the barrel of my gun like it was my cock. Seeing that was enough to push me over the edge, and in less time than I would have liked I felt my balls begin to tighten. I dug my hands hard into Heather's hips as I buried my cock deep into her pussy and pumped my seed into her thirsty womb. Heather's face immediately went white and her mouth hung-open in shock. "Did you just cum?" She asked nervously. "Oh yeah. Give me a minute." I told her. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" She almost yelled as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and sat-down in a chair next to the bed. "Relax. It's just a little, well sort of a lot of cum. It's like no one has ever cum in your pussy before, right?" I asked as I leaned-back in the chair. Heather went white and gave me a horrified look which told me that in-fact no one ever had cum in her pussy before. With that she got-off the bed, hastily covered her mid-section with her top and ran towards the bathroom in the back of the trailer. I had to laugh watching my cum running down her thighs as she sprinted towards the tiny bathroom. Heather was gone a long time. I cleaned myself-up, pulled-on a pair of pajama bottoms and climbed into bed, making sure to wipe-down my pistol and put it away as well. I heard Heather come-out of the bathroom a few minutes later and listened as she pulled Mitch over to their bed. I have to admit that I've never taken a girl's virginity however finding-out I was the first to ever cum in a girl's pussy, well that had to be a close second I thought to myself as I drifted-off to sleep. Chapter 5 The next morning I was up early as normal, though my trailer mates were still fast asleep. I'd slept great, probably the best sleep I'd had in weeks. I started a pot of coffee then made the short walk to town, got my newspaper and walked back. Assuming Heather and Mitch would still be asleep I sat-down at the table outside of my trailer and began perusing the day's news. A few minutes later Heather emerged from the trailer wearing the flannel pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. She sat-down at the table next to me clutching a cup of coffee in her two hands. She looked like she'd barely slept. I wasn't sure what to say to her so after exchanging 'Good Morning' I returned my gaze to my newspaper. Finally Heather said, "I'm sorry about how I reacted last night...you see I've never had a man, er 'finish' inside of me before." "I thought you said you were married?" I joked. "Of course, but Mitch was my first and he always pulls-out or wear's a condom. I mean I liked what you did. I just wasn't expecting it is all." Heather explained. "Well I'm glad you're not mad. You ran-off pretty quick." I said. "I know, I felt your Cum leaking out of me and thought I was peeing myself!" Now Heather looked around to be sure no one could over-hear, she leaned close and then said, "To be honest while I was in your bathroom cleaning-up I accidently rubbed myself to another orgasm!" Heather laughed. I chuckled then said, "I'm just guessing you've never done that before either right?" "No, I do that pretty regularly actually. Mitch and I met in Middle School and I never really dated anyone else until I met you I'd never even seen another man naked before!" Heather explained. Camping with a Delorean I chuckled then pulled my keys to the Delorean out of my pocket and set them on the table. "Are those for me?" Heather asked. "Yeah, a deal's a deal. You and Mitch are welcome to take the car for the day. There's a rental agency in-town I'm going to rent a car from so I have something to drive." "Wow! Mitch will be so excited! I'm going to go tell him right now!" Heather said as she jumped-up from the table and ran into my trailer with the keys to the Delorean in her hand. I laughed. Of course Mitch hadn't driven a stick-shift in years so I had to give him a quick lesson in an empty portion of the campground but a few minutes later the two of them loaded-in and drove-off. Shortly after they left I walked to town and rented a car then took-off as well. I was gone most of the day. This would be my last day before having to return home so I spent much of the day at a small lake an hour or so north of town fishing and in general enjoying my last day of vacation. The weather was definitely getting colder, in fact the forecast called for the area to get their first dusting of snow within the next five days. I'd enjoyed my time in the area, though I had to admit that my time with Heather had been a large part of that enjoyment. I returned to camp a little before five. I wasn't surprised that Mitch and Heather still hadn't returned though as it got later I did have to admit that I was getting curious where they were. Finally my curiosity got the better of me. Since the Delorean is technically considered a collector car, a couple of years ago my insurance agent offered me a discount if I installed a GPS locating device on it. At first I'd resisted but after a while agreed to have the device installed since it would significantly lower my rates. An added bonus was that via an app on my phone I could see at any time where my car was, where it had been driven, what speeds it had been driven at and how long it had been parked. I had spotty service in the mountains but within a few minutes the app located my car and was zeroing-in on it. The track log showed they had driven all over town, gone up the road to June Lake for a couple of hours but now showed that they were driving deep into the woods near Devil's Postpile. I had a suspicion what they were up to and since my rental car wasn't due back until the following morning I grabbed my camera, a telephoto lens and took-off towards Devil's Postpile. Chapter 6 Having vacationed in and around Mammoth Lakes for years it's fair to say I know the area very well and in no time I was driving on the narrow, one-lane road at times road to Devil's Post Pile. The App on my phone stops working when it looses cell service, which I lost soon after driving deeper into the forest however I knew the road the app had showed the Delorean parked at, it was a picnic area popular during the summer but was likely empty this late in the season. I also knew there was an overflow parking lot just up the road from the picnic area where I could park my rental car without being seen from the main lot. Just as I suspected both areas were literally empty; the only car in the main lot was my Delorean which was parked in a far corner of the lot near some tree's. I parked my rental farther away then grabbed my camera and telephoto lens and quietly made my way through the trees to the picnic area where the Delorean was parked. What I saw when I got there was better than I could have expected. Heather (and Mitch too unfortunately) had stripped-down to their underwear and Heather was posing for some dirty photos in, on and around the car. Apparently they really are Back To The Future geeks I thought to myself as I set-up my camera and, after insuring all of it's sounds were off, began snapping my own pictures. Then Mitch posed for his own risqué pictures with the car so I put my camera down and quietly worked my way through the woods closer to where they were. Thankfully soon Heather was down on her knees sucking Mitch's cock while he leaned, bare-assed against the front fender of my car. I made a mental note to have the car detailed as soon as I returned home. I've never before Vouyered a couple before but I found the whole thing to be exciting, even if the sex really wasn't. After blowing him for maybe a minute I heard Mitch say he was getting close so the pair changed positions. Heather stripped-off her thong and the same see-thru bra she'd been wearing the night before with me. Then she hopped-up on the hood of the car and laid-down. Their sex seemed rather predictable and boring. Heather laid spread-eagle on the hood of the Delorean while Mitch looked like he was going to have a coronary thrusting and gyrating in front of her. The poor girl barely had time to wrap her legs around Mitch's waist before he jumped-back like he'd just discovered a bomb in Heather's pussy and blew his load all over the ground next to the front wheel of the Delorean. Thankfully I got the entire act (with the exception of Mitch's big finish) on my camera. I also got a couple of pics of Heather leaning-on her arms on the hood of the Delorean looking at Mitch with a disappointed look on her face. The sun had been down for a while and what little ambient light which remained was just about gone. Heather and Mitch were busy re-dressing so it looked like the show was over. I quickly made my way back to my rental car. Taking a couple of shortcut's I managed to make it back to camp about ten minutes ahead of Mitch and Heather which gave me time hastily throw some food together and make it look like I'd been back at camp for hours. Mitch and Heather pulled-up and parked next to my rental car. I pretended to be pleased that the car was in one-piece, although I couldn't resist running my hand over the spot on the hood where Heather had been laying less than an hour before like I'd noticed some sort of blemish in the paint in that spot. Mitch looked away and Heather blushed. I tried hard to keep from laughing out loud. Mitch gave me back the keys to the Delorean and they both thanked me profusely for letting them take it for the day. They grabbed their stuff out of the car and walked back to their camp. It was getting late and I wanted to get an early start on my eight-hour drive home the following day so not long after Mitch and Heather left I went inside for the night. Once again as soon as I was just about to drift-off to sleep I heard a knock at my door. Chapter 7 It was Heather. I let her inside and we sat-down at the small table in the trailer. After a moment of awkward silence she said, "I want to thank you for letting us take the Delorean today. I've never seen Mitch that happy before." "You're welcome but remember we had an arrangement; I was simply holding-up my end of the bargain." I told her wondering what her angle was. There was more silence and then she said, "That feeling you gave me last night...I want to feel that again. Mitch is such a pussy I can't convince him to finish inside of me. I mean I thought I'd convinced him and while we we're out today he almost did but then at the last minute he pulled-out! I swear if I'd had a gun at that moment I could have killed him!" Heather said. "I think I might be able to help you out." I said as I stood-up and removed my shirt. There was nothing else which needed to be said. Heather got-up from the table and like the good little cock sucker I knew she wanted to be she dropped to her knees and released my growing erection from my jeans. I have to admit I liked the view, looking-down on her red hair. From the angle she was at I could see directly down her tank top and was free to stare at her bra-less tits as they heaved under the thin material of the tank top she was wearing. Knowing that in a short time I'd be sucking on those firm titties of hers worked to make me that much harder. Thankfully all Heather was wearing were a pair of loose-fitting Yoga shorts and a tank top (she told me later she'd told Mitch she was going to take a shower at the communal showers located at the campground) so I had free and easy access to any part of her that I wanted. I wasn't about to confess that I'd earlier spied on her and Mitch and their little tryst on the hood of my car nor was I brazen enough to risk duplicating that act in the middle of a campground however it occurred to me while Heather was sucking my cock that the table in the trailer was just about the same height as the hood of my car. In the next moment I'd removed my pants along with Heather's and pulled her tank top down to around her belly. Heather seemed to know what I had in mind and with a guilty grin hopped backwards onto the table and laid on her back revealing her glistening pussy to me. Tonight wasn't about eating pussy though. No she'd been very specific in her request and I was willing to oblige her. In no time I glided my cock into her waiting pussy. I started nice and slow-I wanted her to know that a real man can stay inside a pussy for longer than a minute-Then I slowly built-up my rhythm with her matching my every move while her hands worked her Clit, her legs wrapped around my ass as I sucked on her stiff nipples. I was trying to last as long as possible. I knew if I could bring her to orgasm on my cock that would be one more thing Mitch couldn't do and a moment later I was rewarded watching Heather close her eye's tight as she at first muffled her joy but then let go and began shouting her climax. Feeling Heather's youthful pussy convulsing around my cock was all the encouragement I needed to push me over the edge and with that my cock began pumping my seed deep within her pussy, filling her womb with cum for only the second time in her 25 years of life. After I finished I collapsed onto the table next to her. We we're both sweaty and exhausted though this time instead of running-off awkwardly to the bathroom Heather allowed me to finger her now-dripping pussy. "If I asked you to do something kinky would you think less of me?" Heather asked. I lied and told her whatever she asked wouldn't change my opinion of her. "Good. Do you think you could fuck me with your gun?" She asked. "You can't be serious." I answered. I'd never heard of such a request before. I mean obviously I would need to un-load it but I still wondered how safe it could be for her. "I am. I know it sounds kinky but...I don't know what it is but the thought of that cold steel touching me down...there just does something for me!" She said. I could tell she was already getting turned-on by the thought, and I was curious how far she wanted to go with this little fantasy of hers so I retrieved the gun from my satchel, un-loaded it and even wiped it down for good measure with a handy wipe. With that I began rubbing the barrel along the folds on the outside of her pussy. Kinky as it may be it seemed to be working! Heather's nipples were as hard as Ruby's and her pussy while still being sticky from my earlier, shall we call it 'deposit' was moistening-up nicely. The table was completely soaked with her juices! By this time I was hard again and being horny had maybe impeded my judgment. I grabbed some dish soap and lubed my cock up with it then I had Heather get down on all fours on the seat next to the table. Heather seemed pretty relaxed and I'm sure she must have known what I had in mind as I pushed the barrel of the gun deeper into her pussy. At the same time I glided my cock along the crack of her ass. Slowly I began working my girth into her ass. Heather stopped moving as a completely new sensation over-took her body; she was being penetrated in two of her holes at the same time! My pistol was about half-way into her pussy by this point and I began slowly gliding it in and out while I slowly fucked her ass, adding more dish soap as I went. It didn't take long before Heather began roughly slamming her Pelvis into mine and shouting obscenities. I felt her orgasm again just as I was Cumming deep in her ass. Completely spent we both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap on the floor. After a couple of minutes to recover we made our way to the way-too-small shower in the rear of my trailer where we worked to clean each other up. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself though when while we were drying-off she let a small fart go and bubbles came-out of her ass! I have no idea how Heather explained her long absence to Mitch, but whatever story she'd told him he must have bought it because I never heard a peep out of their camp after Heather returned to it. After completely cleaning my trailer and field stripping, cleaning, oiling and reloading my pistol I fell asleep very late that night wondering what it would be like to have a willing lover like Heather with me every night. Chapter 8 The following morning I woke-up early as usual. Traveling alone means I can travel pretty light; one suitcase and a satchel with my computer and my pistol in it was all I needed to put in the car; my hiking and fishing gear was already packed. I started the Delorean letting it warm-up as I made one last check of the inside of the trailer. As I was walking back to my idling Delorean I looked towards Mitch and Heather's camp. It was still lifeless; I knew they wouldn't be up for another hour or so at the earliest. With that I climbed into my car and drove-off for home. It's a long drive from Mammoth Lakes to Santa Barbra, almost eight hours depending on road conditions and traffic so I normally break it up by making a couple of stops along the way. I'd just finished having lunch at a small Diner just outside of Mojave when I got back into the Delorean and noticed that the glove box wasn't shut quite right. Fit and finish was never something Delorean's were known for, especially not after almost thirty years so I wasn't surprised but I also like to keep the car in as good of shape as I can (on a scale of 1-10 I can honestly say it's and 8) so before I turned back onto the highway I opened the glove box to see what was keeping it from closing properly. As soon as I opened the door and the box fell-open I found the reason why it wasn't closing. Stuffed in among the registration and owners manual was the same pair of lacy red panties I had sling-shotted across my trailer earlier in the week. A small note was folded among them it read, "I just thought I'd leave you something to remember me. I'll never forget the time we spent together and hope you will use these whenever you need a reminder." I chuckled and carefully folded and stowed her panties deep into my satchel. "If I were twenty years younger." I said to myself as I placed the car in gear and sped-out of the parking lot headed back towards the highway. Chapter 9 A year had gone by, once again I found myself driving into Mammoth for my annual week of vacation. This year I was meeting some friends from work up there, although the weather was worse than it had been the year before-The town had already received a light dusting of snow-So I'd wisely left the Delorean at home and was driving my 4x4 pick-up truck. I'd be lying if I said my thoughts hadn't been on Heather for the past few days and definitely on most of the drive up to the town. We hadn't corresponded since last summer; neither of us wanted to ruin the lives we had for what had been at it's core just a few days of some horny fucking. I couldn't help but wonder though if she and Mitch would be up there again. Despite the bad weather part of me actually regretted not driving the Delorean just in case they were there. I arrived at the campground late in the day and once again checked-into a rental trailer. I was given the space number, it wasn't far from where I'd stayed the previous year and in no time I was parking my truck next to the trailer. As I was un-loading my gear I noticed that there was another rental trailer parked in the space next to mine. I thought nothing of it as the campground had a number of these trailers they rented-out to people who didn't have or didn't want to haul their own RV's all the way to the small town. My neighbors trailer appeared to be smaller than my own however I didn't pay very much attention to it. That is I didn't pay much attention to it until I saw the couple who were staying in the trailer getting ready to drive to town in their SUV. Instantly I recognized Mitch, Heather and a baby with the same jet-black hair I (and neither of them) have. Heather and I caught each other's eye's and she gave me a quick wink. Later that evening they came-over to my trailer and introduced me to their three-month old daughter, Donna Marie Cooper. Or DMC for short.