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Following the Sun

By: Egmont0409



CHAPTER 1

After selling his 183-acre horse farm in Fayette County, Kentucky five months after his wife's untimely death, Pete Kurtz headed west on his so-called 'follow the sun' adventure in his small RV to see something of America, something he'd always promises he'd do one day.

It was raining heavily. So it appeared it was a 'follow the rain' adventure. Well what's in a name anyway. When his father had disappeared forever with the mail delivery woman his mom had changed their family name of Kuznetsov to Kurtz and he became Peter but his pals called him Pete and that name stuck. To confuse his family identify further his mom married an Ivan Stefanski five years later after securing a divorce on the grounds of abandonment but she decided Pete should stick to Kurtz as his surname. 

Pete had named his motor home Molly after his late wife whose name was actually Molleur but when they were courting he kept stumbling over his name so she'd sighed and told him to call her Molly. Despite that, Pete rather liked the idea his wife could be journeying with him in spirit and might even find her replacement for him.

Ah well, dream on.

Pete had no route apart from wishing to end up in California. He chose to go via Texas in the hope of escaping this summer rain. When Pete came out of a café at Bowling Green in Tennessee three female backpackers waiting near his vehicle.

The girls said they came from Sacramento and wondered if he could take them through to Nashville.

"Okay, one of you sit in the cab and the other two sit on the sofa with two seatbelts and don't release the belts unless we are stopped and I call out.

The fat moody one sat beside him, as to be expected, and was soon asleep and he could hear the two good looking and lively ones behind him chatting and singing away.

At Nashville they took him to a diner for lunch and it appeared they were tiring on hitching rides. Two of them talked about flying home but the really good looking one called Nellie to continue their road trip.

"We took two months leave of absence from nursing," she said. "Why go home a month early?"

The discussion went back and forth, boring Peter so he said he was off and they kissed him. He whispered to Nellie. "Journey with me" but she said she couldn't do that; her mom would kill her.

Pete was down the road a bit filling with diesel when Nellie came running up, red-faced and breathless.

"Is that offer still open?"

"Yeah."

"But I know nothing about you?"

"That's right."

She paused, finding that response unhelpful. "But mom will probably kill me and dad will get rid of the body."

"Don't be dozy. They'll be glad to have you back home alive and not pregnant."

"Oh god, what do you have planned for me?"

"Actually nothing. Seems hard to believe doesn't it? Either go back to your companions or jump in. I'm about out of here."

Nellie was in the cab buckled up when he returned from paying for the fuel, a newspaper and some snacks and two bottles of water. 

Pete asked, "Nervous?" and she asked should she be? He laughed and said he was glad she was over her jitters. "But don't feel bad about that Nellie. You made a big decision to travel alone with me and your companions must have unnerved you calling you mad and a fool for having such a crazy notion and predicted dire outcomes for you."

"That's so true and surprisingly accurate. Initially I was confident about hitting the trail with you but they both sapped my confidence. But a few minutes ago when I was listening to you and watching your expressions I felt I could trust you with my wallet and that was me done with my fears buried."

"Good girl. On we go."

"Tell me about yourself Pete."

"My name is Pete Kurtz, I'm thirty-eight and home was on the horse farm of an older woman I loved and married eight years ago. She died of cancer five months ago so I sold up and now my only possessions are this vehicle and money in the bank and in stocks."

"That's so sad Pete. I'm sorry she died but that won't be half as sorry as you are."

"Thanks Nellie. The word is half as sorry as I was. I'm almost over it now. She was forty-five when she died and had inherited the farm from her parents. She had never married but had a daughter many years ago but the wee thing died of influenza when not quite two years old."

They traveled in silence for a couple of minutes thinking about what Pete had just said until she almost whispered, "Will we have sex?"

"I should think so Nellie."

"When?"

"When you decide. My thinking is you'll be attracted to me because of my more comfortable queen size bed compared with your converted sofa."

"Aren't you intending to be a gentleman and give me the most comfortable bed?"

"No. Next question?"

"It's not a question. I just wish to say I'm learning about you and you are humanizing yourself telling me those intimate things about your marriage, your wife's death, her baby dying and how you feel your grief has lifted."

"Well I know women like to hear stuff like that. I would just say to a guy that my wife died and I got out of there. He'd nod and say something like 'good move'.

"Is it a good move?"

"Good question Nellie. I've thought about it for hours and hours and found I couldn't stick for long with any conclusion I reached and so would try again later. In the end I decided to buy this camper, hit the road and try it to see what happens. But don't think you should feel compelled to give me a romantic interlude. I'm not on the road to lap up pity."

She didn't reply to that. "My name is Nellie Stevens. I'm twenty-eight, a registered nurse working on an orthopedic surgical team and my parents are both professionals and I have an older brother and a younger sister. Oh I have a boyfriend back home but believe it's wearing a little thin because all he thinks about is sex and thinks all I think about is marriage."

"Do you?"

Nellie laughed and said her boyfriend would look stunned if she told the truth and said she thought a lot about sex too.

"Why?"

Nellie blushed as Pete glanced at her and said she often wondered if she were getting enough sex to satisfy her desires and she sometimes wondered what it would be like having sex with an older man. Mike was eighteen months younger than her.

"That's very frank, I guess honest, of you saying that but I know you would spend hours and hours thinking about many other things including friends and family and Mike and people you work with and especially your patients, past and present."

"That's sensitive thinking."

Peter turned on the GPS system he'd set at the last stop and began receiving voice directions to the camper site he'd chosen.

"I'd like to spend all day tomorrow looking around Nashville. It's one of our cities of international note."

She smiled and said, "I'd like that too."

"As we travel you can request diversions. This is not an A to B journey."

"Thanks, you are such a nice man."

"Well how about this for doing the right thing. This is an RV camp so probably provides a hotspot for Wi-Fi connection for my phone that I'll connect to my laptop. I want you to email your mom and tell her not to worry and then tell her all about your decision today and how you feel about me. I'll leave a digital head and shoulders photo of me on the Desktop that you can send and that will allow your family perhaps to make up their mind about me. My bet is your mom will agree with your sister that I'm nice and she can tell that by my smile and my eyes."

"Exactly what color are your eyes? The color seems to change."

"Hazel."

"Well you could be quite right about that assumption. Mom will be desperate to have someone tell her there is no need to worry and Sharon would be the likely one to do that."

"I'm liking Sharon already."

Nellie laughed and told Pete he certainly knew how to make her relax.

He returned from hooking up services at the allocated RV site he'd booked when they were an hour out from Nashville. Nellie invited him to read her email.

"No it's fine. You can delete the file after sending the message."

"I really don't mind you reading it." 

"Well I won't be reading it. You may now write the truth about what you think of me."

"I'm changing nothing."

"Good, close it and I'll connect the laptop. When I registered at the office they confirmed they have a hotspot so we'll have a strong signal."

Pete told Nellie to send her email and when she finished to log off .

"I'm going to change into something more formal before I get dinner," Nellie said.

"Fine I'll go..."

"No stay. I'll have a quick shower but first I want you to see me undress."

"Why?" 

"Because we'll be living in very close quarters and I think you'll see me nude quite often and I'll not feel nervous about it once you have seen me raw."

"I see."

"You'll see it all in a few seconds because I'm not wearing much."

He watched; she made no effort to flaunt or to conceal anything.

"Nice body," he said, noting she shaved, her tits were large enough to swing a little and he really liked that and her belly was flat as his and her thighs were trim like the rest of her body.

"Thanks. Well I'm off to that tiny shower."

"Wiggle your ass a bit."

"God you men are all the same," Nellie said, swaying her ass as she walked the few paces. 

When she disappeared Pete screwed up his face and adjusted himself as his half-erect penis was doubled over. He grinned as he did that thinking as she might say: 'You men are all this same. You get a boner over anything, even just looking at a women's butt.'

Oh it was great to have someone so young with him. Their age gap was ten years.

Humming in happiness he pulled two big fillets of white fish and a bag of low-fat fries from the freezer and from the frig took out a bowl of cold slaw, tomatoes and a bit piece of fresh broccoli and a container of low-cal salad dressing. He set the table with salt and pepper and a lemon that he cut in half.

Nellie came from the shower in the raw.

"Do you require me to wear a bra?"

"Nah, just shorts."

She giggled and said shorts and a top, and dressed.

"So you like my body?"

"Yeah it looks compact and firm and the tits probably swing."

"Yes, they really are too large."

He said, "Don't knock it. Be glad you have a perfect pair from my perspective. Would you care for a white wine?"

"Yes, I'll sit with you for a couple of drinks but first let me deal with this. No bread or buns, that's good, I rarely eat potatoes but do with fish and these chips are low fat and that is very good. Ah everything looks good food for health."

"It's how I eat."

"Me too. Did you get a hard on when you saw my body."

"Yeah, couldn't help it."

Nellie hid her face so Pete missed seeing her reaction.

Nellie was at the bench ready to begin grilling the fish when her phone went. Pete sipping wine was only able to hear one side of the conversation.

"Hi mom. I thought you'd call. Sorry about the shock."

"Ah so Sharon convinced you I'd be okay. Peter thought that might happen."

"I don't know how he worked that out mom. I'd earlier told him I had an older brother and a younger sister named Sharon." ""We talk about all sorts of things mom. Did you think we talked continuously about sex?"

"I'm not attempting to upset you mom."

"Yes we have discussed sleeping arrangements. I have the option of a sofa that converts into a single bed."

"No he hasn't asked me to sleep with him. Well for your information we haven't even kissed yet."

"Well yet is something people put on the end of sentences when there is a future aspect attached. You do it."

"I know you do it because I've heard you say it many times over the years."

"Well he may kiss me any time he pleases."

"Yes he can hear me talking."

"We are in Nashville for two nights."

"No I don't know if there is an Elvis Presley museum here."

"We will be heading unhurriedly to Texas."

"Now why would it be necessary to avoid Waco? Oh I know. If we pass that way I'll suggest we don't stop if that would make you feel better."

"He's thirty-eight."

"That's not old. Eight-eight is old."

"Yes he was married but his wife died a few months ago."

"Yes that was tragic and not he's not depressed."

"Please thank Sharon for me."

"Just thank her mom, she'll know what that is for. I'll call her tomorrow and talk to you all. We are about to have dinner."

"Fish."

"Yes and fries."

"Christ mom, tomatoes, cold slaw and broccoli."

"No I'm not stressed. Call you guys tomorrow mom. Goodbye."

Nellie went to throw her phone out the open door but then thought better of it.

"Jesus," she fumed. "Talk about being put through the wringer and then being asked if I'm stressed."

"You look beautiful when you are colored with anger."

"Oh, oh, that was a lovely thing to say me," Nellie cried and rushed in against him to be hugged and kissed.

They kissed slowly and softly.

She smiled and said, "That was really amazing. My stress has gone. You kiss great. I don't mind if you wish to paw me when we kiss. Please could we not stop if we pass through Waco? That will discharge a responsibility to me."

Pete said, "We'll probably pass through more potentially dangerous places."

"I know that but I don't think my mother knows that. God she treats me as if I were eleven."

He appalled Nellie when he said, "It must be nice having a mother who's alive and cares about you."

"Ohmigod, what a bitch I am. You are so right."

"You've very okay. Just remember she's your mother, a mother who cares. You could ask who cares about me?"

Nellie appeared about to become apologetic and perhaps sympathetic when she stopped, thought and then smiled: "Sharon?"

He laughed and said she was funny and he was hungry.

"Oh there I go dwelling on myself again. Sorry."

"Don't be. Just do something about it."

She turned around, caught his grin, smiled and unpacking the fish began singing something her mom probably had taught her years ago because Peter recognized it.

They chatted like the strangers they were over dinner but Peter kept catching Nellie's glances at times when they weren't looking at one another and guessed those glances meant she was thinking about sleeping with an old man.

He sighed. There was nothing he could do about that. She'd have to take him as she found him. Well she was twenty-eight so ought to be in the groove about having sex and there would be nothing he could teach her. He'd need to work to drive her along emotionally and then staying beside her and talk to her and keep on caressing her to prolong any high she experienced. It was unlikely she'd be used to that. Ah, great idea; give her some depth to sex. 

"I said when I awake in the morning I'll have twenty-eight days left before I leave for home. It's a schedule I must keep. You weren't listening. We are halfway to acting like a couple soaked in indifference already."

"I was thinking about a way to prolong your sexual enjoyment."

Nellie stared and swallowed. "Ohmigod, I apologize for my outburst. You know I never expected you to be thinking of me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like thinking about pleasing me sexually. I would have thought you just... you just..."

"Go on, I won't die of shock due to your frankness."

Nellie blushed. "I probably would have though your only interest would be to pound me to get yourself off."

"Is that what you think of me?"

"Pete please. I am experiencing a very unusual situation in teaming up with you."

"I know that and you're doing well. Let's clear away and go for a walk."

"When we walk can we act like lovers?"

"Yes, great idea."

They walked in the twilight. The temperature was coming off the day high of 89F and it was humid but the lovers didn't mind. Pete rather liked hot summers and that was the reason he was taking a southern route to LA.

They often stopped and kissed and Nellie finally said, "I'd like you to fondle my breasts when we kiss."

"Do you now; why?"

"I wish to feel you possess me and would like you to share that feeling."

"Oh in that case..."

When they returned to the camper Pete clipped the door open and then pulled a sturdy screen across the gap and secured that with two locks.

"It will be a hot night," he called to Nellie who was in the cramped bathroom.

"Yes and we'll perspire."

"Shall I make up the sofa-bed?"

"Who are you kidding?"

He grinned and watched her walk about dressed only in bikini panties. Nellie stopped in front of him and he bent down and sucked a nipple and that got their hot night going.

"Oooh this is a comfortable bed," Nellie said, as she threw her panties away and opened her legs. "Come here, look what mommy has for you."

Pete slid on to the bed and buried his head.

After he'd sent Nellie into a frenzied release she rolled him over, pulling off his jocks.

"Ohmigod, you shave, completely."

"Yeah it's very high maintenance and I like the feel and my cock likes it too because it stays almost half mast for much of the day with my pants moving a little over it, producing implied excitement I guess."

"Oh it's such a treasure," Nellie said and filled her mouth. 

It had been six weeks since Pete last had sex, with a sympathetic rancher's wife and before that a couple of days after the funeral his late wife's younger sister from LA had intended only giving him head but ended up giving him her pussy.

Later he entered Nellie slowly, they both watching it make progress, she sitting across his thighs and facing him.

"Your pussy fits me like a tight glove."

Nellie giggled and then began chewing one of his nipples and they rocked slowly and gradually built up rhythm. Tiring she fell back on to pillows, the angle that created placed increase friction on Pete's dick. His eyes rolled, he bellowed and blew his load up Nellie.

"Don't I get a taste?" she complained and grinned when her new lover rather shocked expression. 

It was very late when they hugged and murmured their way into sleep.

"Do you fuck in the mornings?" Nellie asked, standing at the end of the bed with coffee for Pete.

"Yes," he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good, you can drink this later," Nellie said, placing the coffee on the dining table and leaping on to the bed and yelling, "Fuck me, fuck me you handsome brute."

If Peter had been thinking about doing something else it was forgotten.

CHAPTER 2

Midmorning Pete and Nellie went into Nashville to see some of the sights and that evening boarded the General Jackson River Cruise on the Cumberland River for a buffet dinner on the outer deck and then went in to the large theatre for a country music show and enjoyed their evening greatly.

Next afternoon after driving round the city and taking in more sights they headed south.

They had planned the route, choosing to take I-40 to Memphis where they stayed two nights, had a night at Little Rock and then five nights at three RV camps in the Denver/Fort Worth area.

There was no doubt about it. It had become a dream holiday for Nellie and at nights it became routine for her facing Peter and riding him cowgirl, with tits flying and saying, "Oh this is so good; I'm having one of the best times of my life."

She was living off Pete of course, but they were happy about the arrangement as expressed by him: 'You fuck, you cook, you keep the place tidy and I'll drive and pay all expenses."

"Well you're the boss," Nellie had said.

A subtle change had occurred indicating she had integrated into Pete's life. She was no longer saying things to him as if Pete was her senior and godfather. It appeared that since he was having sex with her that placed him in her mind that she was his equal, and clearly Pete preferred it had way.

Pete was now talking to all the family when Nellie called home every second night. Indeed if Sharon answered the call she'd said hi, how was Nellie and as soon as Nellie had answered Sharon, who was a college sophomore living at home would ask, "Please had me over to Pete."


Following the Sun Pt. 02



CHAPTER 1

Widower Pete Kurtz turned the camper van into the driveway of the substantial home of Dr Neville and Mrs Cathy Stevens on Morningside Drive, Granite Bay in California, just west of Folsom Lake.

Sharon (20) screamed, "He's here!"

She raced out to greet her elder sister's lover.

Pete switched off the engine and took in the appearance of the approaching blonde beauty. She wrenched opened his door, obviously highly excited. So he joked, "Hi, you must be Sharon. Sorry I thought you'd be a kid. You surprise me."

Sharon heard those words and just lost it. She jumped at Peter and kissed him, full on the lips.

"Jesus Sharon."

"Don't you like being kissed?"

"Well not wet ones like that."

She pretended to be disappointed and said, "Oh well..."

"You are lovely Sharon and come in far above my expectations. God what a body."

Used to manipulating guys around her age she said, "So you admire my body?"

But Pete was awake to her. "Can it Sharon otherwise your sister will murder you."

Sharon giggled and made way for Nellie who flew in screaming, "Oh Pete, darling. Ohmigod, I can't believe you are here."

"Lying bitch, she knew to the minute when you'd be arriving and delayed to make the big entrance," Sharon said, retreating to stand beside her waiting parents while hoping to witness some display of lust from two lovers who'd been separated for three weeks or so.

No such display eventuated.

Nellie drew Pete from the cockpit and said, "Come meet my folk."

Pete, in trepidation, was dragged forward, or almost. God what if the parents rejected him on the spot?

Neville greeted him very solemnly, shaking hands and saying Pete should call him Neville.

Then came the breakthrough. Cathy, busty and modern looking for an older woman, threw herself at him, almost knocking Pete over, and kissing him full on the lips said, "Thank goodness you're here; Nellie has been a wreck and losing weight since she returned home."

"Er Mrs Stevens, I don't think you should be engulfing me like this, I mean not with your husband watching."

"Neville sought to marry an exciting woman and found me so knows what to expect from me."

"Er okay but could I have some air?"

Cathy let go and Pete sidled over to Nellie and they placed an arm round each other, looking a little like an old married couple.

Neville and Cathy looked at them approvingly whereas Sharon looked rather disappointed. 

Sharon said, "Show me inside the campervan Pete."

She opened the door and waved her in. 

"Come in Pete and let's try the bed."

He was mortified but Cathy smiled and said, "Just like her mom she's a big tease."

"Er go inside Cathy and try the bed." 

Cathy shrieked in laughter and said he was so funny.

Pete said to Neville, "Take a look Neville. This one is small; I'm about to trade up."

"Thank you and thank you for not making suggestive comment about me hopping on to the bed with my wife or with my daughter."

Christ, though Pete. What that this guy's idea of humor?

When Neville entered the van Nellie who was standing outside with Pete said, "Why are you trading up?"

"To provide us with greater comfort."

"Us?" she said, with a quaver.

Peter knew this was it. He hoped the others would not emerge from the cabin or call him.

"My plan was to take you into Montana and then slowly head south for the winter. We discussed that."

"Yes, we did. But I didn't commit 100 percent. I have my career to consider."

Peter smiled and said, "That's okay Nellie. At your age you need to get your life sorted."

She looked at him steadily, "And you don't?"

"At least short-term I have committed to following the sun, er warmth. I'll not try to influenced you unduly; it's for you to decide."

Nellie slept in her own bed that night. Pete was given the guest room. During the night Sharon crept into his room. He stirred, hearing something, and she slid in beside him and said, "It's me."

Pete snapped into full awake mode and thought, the situation was suicidal.

"I'll not touch you Sharon and you being here is being disloyal to your sister."

"Aw, well you finger me and I'll suck you."

"No Sharon. Nellie and I have done some hard miles together and my loyalty is with her. Please understand that. I'm not rejecting you."

"I understand. Good night," Sharon said, sounding a little emotional.

Cathy, still awake, had heard someone walk past the bedroom. She slid out of bed to see who it was, hoping it was Nellie but fearful it was Sharon. She was just in time to see Sharon under the illumination of the nightlight, positioned almost at floor level, glide into the guest room.

Jesus, Cathy sighed, thinking what a mess. She was thinking she'd better go in and break it up when she heard the voices of the occupants of the guest room raise a little. She stepped back into her bedroom and watched as Sharon walked by muttering. Cathy said to herself you hero Pete and then wondered why was Nellie almost spurning him?

Cathy returned to bed and slipped into sleep, leaving that questioned unanswered.

The family and visitor related well during the next two days and then Pete went off looking for the upgrade. He'd done the research on the Internet and arrived back three days later with a beautiful two-year-old 42ft bus-like RV fitted out to sleep four with a 340hp diesel motor and all-leather interior and three slides (to increase floor space when the RV was parked).

Everyone viewed it and made appropriate noises of approval but it was Sharon who made the major impact.

"Can I travel into Oregon with you and Nellie?"

"Ask Nellie and then ask your mom for approval."

"Nellie?"

"I am still pondering my options. Do what you want."

"Mom?"

"Are you sure you want to travel alone with Pete. Think of your reputation?"

Sharon's bottom lip fell.

Pete swooped. "She doesn't travel without Nellie."

Nellie said, "I said I'm still deciding. I resigned two weeks ago and have to work another two weeks to work out my notice of resignation. You go Sharon."

Cathy squeaked, "Neville!"

But he was no help. "I'm staying out of this. It's a circus."

They all looked at Pete who shuffled and said, "I can't believe this. Sharon your mother is right, think of your reputation."

"I'll not be jumping into your bed if that's central to your thinking."

Pete pulled out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead. "Sharon, you don't understand."

Nellie broke the impasse. "Take her for seven days. She can bus back and make up on her lost classes."

Everyone looked at Nellie.

"What? Sharon has said she'll not be jumping into Pete's bed. What's the problem?"

"Nellie," Pete said, heavily embarrassed. "No way can I..."

"Outside for a minute Pete."

Pete followed Nellie on to the terrace thinking no way could change his mind. He was adamant, no Nellie aboard, no Sharon."

Nellie kissed him deeply, the first real kiss she'd given him since he'd arrived. "Pete Sharon is half in love with you and has this romantic idea that touring is all sunsets and kisses. Please take her and get it out of her system."

"No way. She'll be into my bed looking for sexual gratification."

"Is that so bad? I remember not so long ago her older sister took the big plunge and you did not object when I came into your bed."

"But Nellie you are or at least were my gal. My loyalty is with you."

"Please Pete, do this for me. That's all I ask."

Pete rolled his eyes and said, "This is insane."

"Please Pete, for me."

He wavered and then said, "All right I want you two girls to talk this through with your mother and then if your mother approves... Christ how could she? Then I want her to come to me, alone, and hand me a pack of condoms and talk to me about looking after Sharon."

"God mom won't do that. Can you imagine any mother doing that?"

"Mothers of twenty-year olds yes. But since you know your mother then that settles it, It's over."

Almost angrily Pete strode back inside and Nellie followed. She called Sharon and her mother to follow her outside.

Pete sat beside Neville and said, "This is crazy and my presence here is resulting in conflict. I wish I'd never come here."

Neville chuckled. "That aligns with my own thinking but you must understand we are self-reliant people in this household and function as a family, as a part family or as individuals and know we'll soldier on no matter what happens. It's an intellectual thing really. Nellie was the first to put it to test and survived and having observed that Sharon believes it's her turn to venture out and she's also chosen you and I believe Nellie accepts that, whether or not she has indicated her position to you."

"Jesus, I can't be held responsible for Sharon's whim. What was this I was told about Nellie arriving home after leaving me and becoming morose and loosing weight?"

"Nothing in life is plain sailing Peter. At your age with your experience you ought to know that. She is lovesick but pulled by inner conflict as well. Those two emotions are not a good mix."

Pete sighed and told Neville that he'd effectively circumvented Sharon's hopes by offering a challenge to Cathy that she was bound to spurn. He then told Neville about his demand about condoms.

Neville just smiled.

Sharon came bouncing in, kissed the surprised Pete, and said she was off to pack before getting a good night's sleep.

Cathy came in, looked at Pete, coldly he thought, and then said to Neville, "Darling please get me a big box of condoms from your medical supplies."

She then walked over to Pete, sat and took his hand.

Pete's shoulders slumped. Nellie come in and smiled at him, blew him a kiss and went off to make coffee.

* * *

Next morning at 7:00, with the diesel engine warming up, Sharon skipped out of the house with her two soft carry bags.

Pete said, "Sharon I need to talk to you."

"Okay shoot."

"No way will I have sex with you."

"Have you been invited?"

"What?"

"You heard. Have you been thinking I'd just roll over for you? God, what an ego."

Pete was relieved. "So our agreement is no sex?"

"I don't enter into unnecessary agreements. May I enter to stow my gear?"

"Yes of course."

Nellie and her parents came out to see them off.

"Be good to her darling," Nellie whispered. "Don't crush her spirit."

"Er no. Good advice."

Pete kissed her and Nellie pressed into him and for a moment found his tongue.

Cathy kissed him calmly and said, "Be kind to her."

Neville shook his hand and said safe touring and added, "This is probably the first independent adventure Sharon has had."

There were waves, a short blast on the horn and they were off.

They turned to head for Interstate-5 north.

Sharon pulled off her top and removed her bra and turned on the stereo to find music and turned up the volume. Pete knew he was being tested so he said nothing.

"This cabin temperature is great; my nipples are not reacting."

"Great."

"How long is this RV?"

"Forty-two feet. It sleeps four and has three sliders to widen living space when we are camped."

"That's interesting."

Pete said a little sourly, "Are you sure?"

"Yes of course. If my bared breasts embarrass you I'll cover up."

"Not a problem. They are not easy to see."

Cathy sucked in breath. "Did you enjoy having sex with my sister?"

"Oh yes."

Sharon giggled and said she thought they'd get along fine. "Where do we camp tonight?"

"It's only 170 miles away, a place called Redding."

"Sounds boring. Actually I've been through it a couple of times."

"Your sister and I spend our first night together on the road at Nashville."

"God, that's not boring. Amazing."

* * *

As the miles ticked off Sharon yawned and wondered where the action was. They were dawdling along at 55 mph when they could be doing 65 mph. She had been shocked that her parents had allowed her to come on this road trip. Her mom had gone soft on Pete so it was understandable that she would approve but her dad, Mr Dry Bones, the so-called power brake on his wife and daughters, had also approved. Until now she'd thought she was the younger child victim of the most fun-stealing, over-responsible parents in all of Sacramento.

But where was the fun? She'd pulled off her top and bra to shock Pete and to her astonishment he almost yawned and he was probably thinking her breasts were smaller than Nellie's. Jesus, give a girl a fair go Pete!

This was so unfair. Sharon was quite sure Pete would not seduce her. Then what the hell was she doing on this lumbering ox of a vehicle? Oh fuck, she knew. She was aboard to cook, do the dishes and do the housework. Jesus, give a girl a fair go Pete!

* * *

Returning to the highway after a coffee break when they had sat outside on a quite roadside in the sun using the folding tables and chairs, Pete smiled and thought at least the kid had the decency to put on her shirt before stepping outside as they were in view of passing traffic. Why she found the need to wear a bra was anyone's guess. They were beautifully shaped but boyish breasts. He wondered if she shaved, but had no intention of finding out.

They'd had a moment of tension when packing up to resume their journey. Sharon stood between him and the door and had asked him to kiss her and play with a breast. He hadn't argued. He'd kissed her on the nose and reached inside his shirt and make sure she saw him rubbing his nipple.

That really hosed her off. Her face darkened and she yelled "Asshole" and rushed inside to the bathroom to wash her hands.

She came out as he finished stowing the tables and chairs and she smiled, "At least you do have humor even if it were fucking idiotic humor."

Pete grabbed her and hugged her close and kissed the top of her hair. She appeared to really like that, judging by the soft groans.

* * *

They turned off at Redding and continued on to the RV park Pete had selected on the Internet and they followed route instructions off the big-screen GPS.

"Ohmigod, look... it's beautiful," Sharon waxed on excitedly.

"I guess you were thinking we were all about highway travel and not turning off into Nature Land?"

"Yes, yes. I goofed. My immaturity shows."

"It's nothing to do with immaturity, it's you just didn't put yourself into the situation ahead of you."

"Stop nitpicking. Just enjoy the vista."

"Yeah it is beautiful. This is what RVing is all about."

They shared a meal, adding their contributions, with a friendly RV couple on the next site from them and returning their RV after dark Sharon said, "May I sleep with you?"

"Yes of course."

"Does that mean you are prepared to be a bad boy after all?"

"No it doesn't"

"I won't tell Nellie."

"That doesn't matter. She'll believe what she wants to believe whatever we say."

Sharon emerged from the bathroom and walked to the bed confidently. She was nude and no she didn't shave.

"What say I'm clever enough to seduce you?"

Pete's reply surprised her. "Find something that works."

Sharon asked him to wriggle down the bed a bit.

Being an ice skater and lithe she climbed into the narrow gap behind his head and sat on her haunches.

"Can you smell pussy?"

He chuckled and said just a little.

She threw off the light bedcover and sheet and said, "Well it's not making you hard."

He didn't answer. She leaned over him and her blonde hair spilt over his face and they kissed, very gently.

She lifted up and looking down said, "That's better."

"That was like being kissed by the Fairy Queen Sharon."

She flushed in pleasure and moved her trunk forward and gently licked his right nipple and then felt her left nipple and some breast being sucked.

Slowly Sharon lifted and moved down, kissing and nipping him until she reached his erection and said excitedly, "God I haven't had one this big before and oh you shave, all over!"

Pete had his mouth full of pussy and didn't answer, not even when he pulled away to pull a hair caught between teeth.

From then they were away laughing, panting and yelling.

Finishing breathlessly he watched his semen oozing from Sharon and gasped, "Christ I forgot the condom."

"It's fine, I'm on contraceptives. God you filled me. You are very thick."

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes definitely. You were so good."

He laughed and said they could only get better and she faked surprise and said would there be a second time?

They called home next morning and Sharon spoke to everyone and then gave Pete the phone and said, "It's Nellie."

"Hi,"

"Hi, I'm walking out of earshot of the others. Did you and Sharon do it?"

"Yeah and for some reason I don't feel guilty."

"You weren't meant to be. I wanted you to have sex with her because it's what she wanted and even mom recognized that."

"So you are not off me?"

"No of course not. I've had my decision to resign my job gnawing away at me."

"Then try withdrawing your resignation."

"No it's fine. I'm committing to traveling with you. I'll arrive in Portland early afternoon Saturday in mom's car and Sharon can return in the car either then or next morning. That's if she's willing to leave you."

"She will. It was the deal. Her education comes first. We'll stop at a forest camp later today and turn out to the coast somewhere around Roseburg and go up the coast on 101 with some overnight stops. Will reach Portland Friday and camp by the river. Will be in touch. Bye darling."

Nellie's voice had a slight tremor when she said, "So it's darling now?"

"Yes."

"Bye darling," she said brightly.

Sharon said, "So she knows?"

"Yes and doesn't appear stressed about it. She's coming up in your mom's car to be with us in Portland Saturday and you can return home then or wait till Sunday morning."

"You mean she will stay in the van if I'm here?"

"Appears so."

"Then who will sleep with you?"

Pete said airily, "That's for your two to work out."

"God I know what answer you are hoping for," Sharon giggled. "You naughty boy."

"Dream on baby," he laughed

* * *

Nellie broke her nine-hour drive for a leisurely alfresco lunch under palms and drank mineral water instead of wine.

She hit the road again feeling refreshed and sniffed, "That jerk; he's fucked my baby sister."

She then thought they would have had sex numerous times. And then added probably non-stop and sighed and laughed. The die was now set. If she married Pete her sister would still expect to have a piece of him whenever it suited. Er unless Sharon turned gay. Yeah, right!

Nellie began to feel excited. She's pulled off the highway to take a call from Sharon who said they had decided on an RV park, forty-five minutes short of Portland to reduced Nellie's drive time. She thought that was so sweet of them and Sharon sounded excited and said they'd use the car to drive into Portland to eat at a decent restaurant that night. She'd already booked.

The directions were good and Nellie found the camp without a problem and soon had identified the cheerful and stylish blue and green lines along the gray sides of the RV.

Pete and Sharon were sitting outside under the awning when she arrived and Sharon jumped up and came running towards Nellie as she parked. God her sister looked a picture of health with a bit of a tan and she was bubbling. Obviously she was having something that agreed with her.

Pete stood back although waving and Nellie thought he was a darling, giving the sisters time to chat in private. No way would she raise the subject of sex.

"God he fucks brilliantly," Sharon burbled. "I can understand why you'll continue on the road with him, sacrificing your career. I would too."

"Sharon hush, he might hear you."

"So what? Will we have a threesome tonight?"

Nellie turned scarlet. God what had happened to her uncertain and all too often moody sister?"




Following the Sun Pt. 02



"Hush, keep your voice down. I'll talk to you later."

"Want me to go for a walk to allow you two to, er, you know what?"

"No, say here and behave normally. Just cool it Sharon."

The young women walked arm-in-arm to Pete and Sharon announced, "Here he is Nellie, the best fuck on the planet."

Horrified Nellie attempted to pull away but couldn't break Sharon's grip.

"Sharon!"

"It's all right Nellie. Your sister is over-excited and hallucinating."

They waved Sharon off next morning, she making the tearful speech that she'd never forget that week being on the road with Pete. 

Nellie and Pete stayed at three more camps in the Portland region, having a good look around and then headed for Seattle. 

After leading the conversation for an hour Nellie fell asleep and Pete yawned, aware he must keep alert. It was wonderful having Nellie back and she just adored the RV. Although it was pre-owned it had been brought back to immaculate order by the dealer who'd accepted it back as a trade-in on a new and even more luxurious RV.

The reunion with Nellie had gone exceptionally well, the normally vivacious Sharon fading almost into the background for the first couple of hours. Really she didn't emerge as a personality until they arrived back from dinner in Portland. Sharon had stood facing them and declared aggressively, "Right who's for a threesome?"

Nellie had consumed a martini and two wines so she let loose and said, "Is it just you and me or are joining us Pete?"

He'd leered and said he usually went along with the majority vote.

Pete breathed in deeply, thinking about last night. It had been so intense and yet so gentle. Both girls had massaged him and sucked, occasionally lifting to kiss each other and then in a selfless act Nellie had said, "You first Sharon" and had guided Pete's dick into her. He thought he'd remember that moment for a long time, being loved by two loving sisters. 

After he'd got one away Sharon had sat on his face while Nellie had ridden him cowgirl, their first real fuck since they were in New Mexico together. What they'd managed to have at the Stevens's home was rather limpid sex because Nellie had been nervous about making noise and had refused to go out into the RV. Thank god she appeared to be settled again. Perhaps that indicated just how wound up she'd been over resigning from her well-paid position in theater that she'd since told him had a waiting list of nurses seeking premium theater positions like that.

They stayed a week in Seattle. Nellie had been there on a high school visit years ago and thought she'd could give that city a miss but Pete was keen to visit, not having been there before. They spent the first night in a beautifully landscaped RV park but had the feeling they were lined up like plots in a cemetery so headed out next day to a park on the side of Green River, about twenty miles from the CBD. That location was much better but they agreed they preferred wilderness camping. The camp offered bike rentals and they enjoyed cycling everywhere apart the once they went to the CBD they traveled by cab. Pete found that Nellie wasn't too bad to go shopping with and they went to a late afternoon movie and had dinner at a noisy Italian restaurant that had a great atmosphere.

Pete said, "RVers I've socialized since leaving Sacramento are friendly and quite okay but not like the ones we associated with down south." 

"Yes but once again that was real wilderness camping and I suspect for some reason that the type of people attracted to the wilderness seems to generate camaraderie."

"Yeah, I think you're right." 

From Seattle they went to Missoula via Spokane and Pete was excited about crossing into Montana. This was new territory for both of them and they went through places they'd never heard of before and some of their sparse campsites on public land had them surrounded by breathtaking views and endowed them with the feeling of near-isolation.

"God I was dubious about the twists and turns coming here," Nellie said. "but now we are in heartland Montana I would have kicked myself for missing this."

For the next month their route took them slowly to Billings via Butte and then through Wyoming where they left I-90 to take I-25. Pete who'd grown up on Western paperbacks and Western films was keen to visit Cheyenne.

"That's cool," Nellie said. 

She studied routes on the Internet that night and said, "Cowboy after Cheyenne we may as well cross to Laramie and then continue west on I-80 and in to Utah. I'd like to visit Salt Lake City. There are big wilderness areas south and then we can take I-70 and head back east into Colorado taking in Grand Junction. I'd like to go through to Denver and then down to Colorado Springs, but really taking our time."

"Right."

"Oh by the way can you get us there without losing us?"

Pete grinned and said cheeky bitch.

She smiled and said. "Mom said you have no idea of geography. When we were in Texas you emailed them saying we'd be passing through the Denver-Fort Worth area."

"I did not. Denver is 800 hundreds miles or more away from there."

"You probably meant Dallas-Fort Worth area."

"Yeah of course I did. Obviously it was a Freudian slip."

"Why blame him? Take responsibility for your own mistakes."

"Talk to me like that and you could miss out on sex tonight."

Nellie apologized. "Oh please Master, forgive me. You are quite capable of finding your way from A to B if B is within sight of A. I did not mean to question your supremacy."

"You are forgiven. Remove your panties."

"Get fucked," she giggled.

CHAPTER 2

Nellie and Pete were camping out of Salt Lake City when she received a call from the HR department at her former hospital.

She talked for a few minutes and then said, "I'll call you back Sandra in ten minutes with an answer."

Nellie called to Pete who was across at another site having a beer with two guys. "I need you for a couple of minutes Pete."

She heard one of the guys say to Pete his wife probably couldn't work the gas.

"Yeah what is it?"

"Pete something has come up. The hospital has tried two replacements for me, both providing unsatisfactory, and now the third one has made a giant foul-up and is being transferred out of theater."

Pete lost his smile. "So they want you back?"

"Yes urgently."

"For how long?"

"I would think permanently or at least till I train a junior to take over from me."

"How long would it take to train that replacement?"

"Perhaps two years."

Pete looked very unhappy.

Nellie said she could always say no.

"The truth Nellie, what do you really what to do?"

She said haltingly, "It's my calling."

"Okay go. That's you only choice Nellie."

It was a defining moment for them. Pete knew it was the end of the line. "Off you go and get packed. I'll call a cab to be here in half an hour."

"I can be ready sooner."

"Don't forget to call the hospital."

"Oh god yes, thanks for reminding me. This is happening so fast."

Pete accompanied Nellie to the airport. She was very tense and didn't want to be touched, saying that would make her become distressed. "This is the end of us, isn't it?"

"Let's not rush into that assumption. Resettle first and then and then we'll discuss it."

At the airport Nellie remained calm, Pete respecting her wish not to be touched. He wondered how she could work under pressure in theater and yet be emotionally unstable as she was now? Perhaps training and team support cancelled out any weaknesses of team members.

It came time for Nellie to go. 

"Goodbye."

He said goodbye and she then clung to him desperately and said, "I'm sorry Pete but my mind is back at the hospital and perhaps it never did leave, even after I quit."

"I know. Nurses are supposed to be dedicated. You are a credit to your profession."

Nellie burst into tears, glanced at him intently while saying thanks for everything. She hurried off, not looking back.

"Well, goodbye Nellie," Pete said mournfully.

* * *

Around 1:00 am that night Pete's phone went. He jumped an inch off the mattress because he'd remained awake, missing Nellie.

"Pete Kurtz."

"Hi, how are you holding up?"

It wasn't Nellie. Who the fuck was it? He then twigged.

"Cathy?"

"Well that took some working out but then you are male."

"Cheeky bitch."

She laughed and said Nellie had arrived home in a bit of a mess emotionally but she was okay now, asleep. "I waited till everyone had gone to bed before calling. I suspect she didn't call you."

"No but that's fine. She's chosen the hospital over me and she knows I know that."

"Life can be such a bitch can't it?"

"Tell me about it Cathy."

"Look what I was really calling about it your new bus or whatever it's called has second two more beds doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well I was wondering would you like Neville and I to join you for a few days? We'd like to find out what life on the road is like."

"I'd really like that Cathy. When?"

"Well practically any old time for me. I can bring some of my work with me and delegate someone to do face-to-face interviewing and my PA does half of my work for me anyway. Neville is not so lucky."

"Well I'm heading for Colorado tomorrow and intend going through that state slowly. Have either of you been to Colorado?"

"Neville often went there to ski in his student days but I never have. I know it's a lovely state."

"Well if you guys cannot come till later I plan to swing into Kansas from Colorado and then visit Oklahoma and swing back into New Mexico and finish up near Tucson in Arizona to winter over with some people I met when last in New Mexico week ago with Nellie. We pre-paid for adjoining sites for three months."

"Sounds great. Now you don't mind us imposing?"

"Of course not. It would be a pleasure Cathy. Just make sure it happens."

"That is very charming of you. Good night darling."

"Bye."

Pete slid his phone shut and grinned. Now who was making a Freudian slip? She'd just called him darling.

Cathy called him two days later, mid-afternoon.

"Hi, it's Cathy. Where are you?"

"On the bank of the Crystal River out of Glenwood Springs on a route that takes skiers to world famous Aspen."

"Just a minute, I'll bring it up."

"What you can use a computer?"

"Funny man. Ah, I have it. It looks real tiger country."

"That's true."

"Neville and I can meet you in Denver on Friday. We could come out to your camp by cab."

"Yeah that would be best."

"I have your email address. I'll send flight and arrival times. This is so exciting and it will be wonderful seeing you again."

"Yeah, I think that too. Bye Cathy."

"Goodbye darling."

Only then did Pete remember he'd not asked how was Nellie.

God Cathy would be a great traveling companion. She was very lively with a stronger personality than her daughters who still lacked the depth of interest that maturity through experience brings. But Neville? He sighed and grinned. Dear dull Neville would be okay.

* * *

The tense atmosphere in the family room could be cut with a knife. Sharon had brought in the drinks and handed them to her sister and parents and put the tray down and taken her drink when her father said, "Don't be mad at me Cathy but I'm sorry I can't go to Denver for this fortnight of careering around. My locum I arranged has called in sick and I can't organize and brief another one in time."

Cathy burst into tears and said he was always messing up their vacations by wanting to re-arrange schedules and this time she was not having it. "I'll go alone."

The atmosphere became tense.

"Mom you can't be with Pete alone," Sharon said. "You'll need a chaperone and I can't come because I have a field trip next week that I simply cannot miss."

Nellie, wide-eyed, said, "Mom you and Pete will think about sex. Out in remote areas there's not a lot to do apart from tramping, fishing if you are into that and trail bike riding if hire bikes are available. A bottle and a half of wine between you two and your resistance will be gone."

"Don't be alarmist Nellie. You have made your father turn quite white. I'll simply set the ground rules, one being that he must not take advantage of me."

"Do you think Pete will want to have sex with your mother Sharon?"

"No dad. He has a preference for young pussy."

"Sharon shut up," ordered her mom. "That was gross."

"Sorry mom."

Neville said, "Well I don't know about this. It seems to be placing unnecessary temptation in front of Pete."

Nellie sniffed. "I think it will be okay dad. Mom will be safe unless she goes to his bed. He didn't touch me until I did that."

"Yes that was my experience too dad. Just don't show yourself naked to him and don't get into bed with him mom."

"Thank you girls," Cathy said icily. "Neville I have made all the arrangements and so I'm going. If you don't like it tough."

"Yes dear. Come home if he steps out of line and you may also take my Smith & Wesson."

"Thank you dear but that won't be necessary. As Sharon has said, my age alone will protect me sufficiently."

Cathy stared at them laughing at her comment, perhaps they all had conjured up images of such a situation.

* * *

Cathy was paying the cab driver when Pete entered the camp riding a hire trail bike. He spotted her.

"Hi Cathy, welcome. Let me get that."

"No all done thanks. The ride took only forty minutes."

Pete parked his bike and kissed her and looking around asked, "Where's Neville?"

"He pulled out at the last minute when something urgent came up," Cathy lied, suspecting the truth was Neville had second thoughts about being cooped up in a bus but declined to admit that.

"Er Cathy, you'll be alone in the RV with me."

"Yes of course. I didn't expect you would have other company because you didn't mention that on the phone."

"Um what does your family think of this?"

Cathy continued calmly, "They came up with various scenarios and I told them to shut up and grow up. Christ Pete, in three months I turn forty-nine."

"S-so it's okay with you and okay with your family?"

"Yes Pete. Just feed and entertain me and keep me safe. That's all you have to do. Have you a bike for me?"

"You ride?"

"Of course I do. I took up trail biking when I was fourteen and have never stopped. I also play tennis and go hiking, so I hope you are into those activities too?"

"Yes. This is strange. Your daughters are not very sporty?"

Cathy sniffed and said, "Are we ready to go Pete?"

"Ah yes, let me take these two bags. You take the others. I'll come back for the bike."

Cathy stepped inside and looked round and said, "Very nice." She'd inspected it in Sacramento but had not really paid much attention. The two sofa beds had been made up.

"You have my bed; the door can be shut for privacy."

"No thank you. Sleeping out here will be fine but if you see me nude don't look."

"What?"

Cathy said a little icily, "What is it that you don't understand?"

"You said if I see you nude don't look. Well if I see you nude I've already looked."

Cathy smiled. "Do you think my body is worth looking at then?"

"Um for your age..."

"Christ not you too. Neville passes me a compliment only to add 'for your age' and bang goes that compliment.

"You must excuse me. I am somewhat nervous."

"What of a woman?"

"Um the mother of two young women I know very well, er have known intimately."

"Darling may I suggest there's no need to talk with concern about my family. In fact it might be a good idea not to talk about them. Now where does one get a drink around here?"

"Ma'am, your favorite vodka martini is about to be mixed." The drinks arrived.

"Oh good boy. Hand me that and then show me around in here and how everything works."

When that was done Cathy said she'd take a quick shower.

"We are on supplied water and waste water services here. Take a long shower if you wish."

"Thank you. Do you have something to do or are you going to stand there and watch me undress?"

"Um I'm off to rent you a bike and retrieve mine."

"Good boy."

Pete returned, having lectured himself how to pose as Mr Cool.

He entered to find Cathy facing him. She was in a halter top and high cut short-shorts.

"Jesus."

She snorted, "What's the matter now?"

The would-be Mr Cool stood dumbly.

She smiled knowingly. "I understand. So tell me without adding for my age."

"You have a great figure."

"Don't you think these are too large?" she said pointing vaguely at her breasts.

"God no. I mean no."

"Why thank you young man."

Pete suggested they sit outside under the awning to have a few drinks.

"Why, are you attempting to get me drunk?"

"Oh funny lady. It just that it's cooler out there. It reached 72F today."

She smiled. "Ah your confidence is returning. You looked ready to wet yourself when finding I'd turned up here alone."

Pete grinned and collected the jug of martini mix and three pint bottles of beer.

Cathy said as if deliberately attempting to unnerve him, "Too many drinks and I become sexy."

But Pete had dragged himself into Mr Cool mode. "Oh really Cathy? I thought at your age sex would be only a dim memory."

She grinned without commenting.

Yes, thought Pete. His confidence had returned and no way would this woman be taking control.

"Fetch me a pillow for my back darling."

"Yes Cathy. Let me put down this jug, glass and bottles first." God she had him over a barrel in an instant. He scowled and walked back for a pillow and then had his first sexual thought about Cathy: he pictured himself having her over a barrel.

Jesus, he thought, and almost tried to step through the fly screen in the doorway.

Over the next hour three separate couples stopped and chatted briefly. Cathy said to Pete, "I didn't expect people to be that sociable."

"RVers see themselves as a community, an international community really. Although we come across the occasional surly couple and even outright assholes, the majority are affable. If you'd like them to stay a little longer invite them to have a drink. If you wish to prolong engagement then suggest you all contribute to a shared lunch or dinner. Out at the lakes or in mountain wilderness you can even share joint breakfast. It's how the system works."

"God that's a change from home where some of our neighbors scarcely speak to us."

"Perhaps you have daughters who have their music up too loud and whose friends drive noisy vehicles?"

Cathy looked at Pete thoughtfully.

He topped up her glass and she said, "What is an RV?"

"It's an acronym for a recreational vehicle and because you are riding and camping in one you are known as a RVer, the RV in that being written in capitals. They are sometimes referred to as campervans, which is the word used in other countries, or motor homes but look-alikes in trailer parks are known as mobile homes. These three areas that slide out to extend the floor area when camped are known as sliders. RVs originated from caravans that evolved from covered wagons."

"Ohmigod, this is a whole new culture for me, isn't it. Sharon told me she was bored shitless, um that was the term she used, on her first day on the road with you and then as the life aboard evolved she found herself assimilating. You did have sex with her... it wasn't her making it up?"

"No she was being truthful. We came together for sex, many times," Pete said studying his bottle, missing Cathy's expressions.

"Well she is twenty Pete and Neville and I considered that old enough to determine who she has sex with and when she has it."

"Like acknowledging she's an adult."

"Yes exactly."

After dinner they went bike riding and Pete discovered no matter how hard he clapped on the pace he couldn't shake Cathy riding either beside or behind him and she just powered away from him going down steep slopes on rough ground. He gritted, hating being beaten at anything by a female.




Following the Sun Pt. 02



He caught up to Cathy at the bottom of a rugged downhill. She was breathing heavily and wiping away sweat said she was out of shape.

He drew in close and kissed her.

"That was lovely," she said smiling. "Now fuck off."

Mr Cool lost it. He felt rejected so fucked off, riding blindly and thinking such a rude bitch. That had been totally unnecessary. She could have simply told him to not touch her. Perhaps she had been saying exactly that?"

He powered along a level section, took the right fork and then took another fork without really thinking about it and when deciding to return to Cathy realized he hadn't a clue where she was and she had his map of the trails.

Fuck.

Well when he'd taken off the sun had been mostly on his back. Well that was something. He headed into the sun and came to a fast-flowing river.

Fuck.

He scratched his balls nervously. It would be so embarrassing if she had to call out a search party. God the family would wet themselves laughing over that story.

Pete thought he heard an unusual sound.

He listened intently but it did not repeat.

Well it would be twilight within half an hour. He must be close to the camp, but how close and in which direction and then smiled. Of course if he got to a high point he'd see the blazing lights of Denver in the night sky. The jet aircraft he was hearing appeared to be heading in different directions so they were no use.

Then he heard Cathy yell from close-by, "Pete-ta. Pete-ta."

He yelled, "Over here by the riverbank."

Cathy found the track and came up to Mr Cool.

"Were you lost?"

"Who me? Of course not."

"In which direction is our camp."

Mr Cool pointed in the direction of the setting sun.

"Okay, you're not lost. But we must always come out in the wilderness with two maps because we ride like brainless kids, attempting to out-do one another and so are bound to become separated at times. Were you angry at me telling you to fuck off after you kissed me?"

"Who me?"

"Yes you."

"Yes."

"Thanks for being. I just was attempting to set ground rules and tried talking to you in language and manner that I thought you'd understand clearly. There must be no contact between us."

"I understand. I find you attractive Cathy."

"Shut up," she grinned.

"I apologize Cathy. I actually kissed you because I was happy, glad to be having company if only for a short while and..."

"I accept that Pete. What say we kiss but limit it to a goodnight and a good morning kiss? But brief kisses."

"Okay hand me the map please. We must get back before nightfall otherwise we'll be out with the raccoons and snakes and rats."

"Ohmigod, hurry and find the correct route darling."

Darling? Hmmm.

They blundered out of the woods in darkness, greatly relieved and censuring themselves for not having carried torches.

Pete expected to be chastised but as they rode into the camp Cathy said, "That was so exciting darling. It's years since I've had an adventure like that.

In the RV they kissed goodnight and Pete, who was reading rather than watching TV, had left a light on over her bed expecting to watch Cathy undress. But after her shower she changed in the bathroom and emerged wearing a middle-aged woman's short nightdress and what appeared to be matching panties or probably more accurately, matching bloomers.

Next morning was overcast and cool. Well they were just into fall. They decided to go out for breakfast and do some shopping. They found everything they wanted in a nearby shopping strip. After eating they separated and later when they met Cathy led him to a cycle shop where she'd purchased two trail bikes, helmets and backpacks with emergency packs inside them.

"You don't mind?"

"No, no. We have under floor area called a mini garage to stow them. They'd get paint chips though."

"They are trail bikes."

Pete went to kiss her and stopped.

Her eyes were smiling. "It's okay; do it."

They kissed, again not hugging.

"How was that?"

"Lovely. You are a very warm person Cathy."

Slowly her face colored.

They returned to the camp by cab because Cathy wasn't dressed for cycling and they were also carrying shopping.

Pete, cheeks aflame, handed Cathy a shopping bag.

"Oh what's this?"

"I saw you in your nightwear last night. I thought with a body like yours you ought to dress like a younger woman."

"God just how young?" Cathy said, appearing not at all offended. She ripped at the packaging, clearly excited.

It was a semi-transparent shortie nightdress without panties, French and beautifully made.

"This is beautiful Peter," she said, kissing him on the cheek "Thank you. So you think I should dress younger do?"

"Well it was just a thought and I acted spontaneously. I have no business suggesting what you should wear."

"Well I'm going into Denver for the rest of the day. Don't worry if I'm late. Try out both bikes. It will pay to check all nuts and screws. Take a map."

She called a cab and Pete walked out to the park entrance with her.

CHAPTER 3

A stranger walked up to the RV, female. Pete was outside under the awning wondering about having another beer or to wait for Cathy.

The great-looking chick with great uplift at the chest and loaded with shopping bags said to him sexily, "Hello sailor."

Pete peered at her. "Cathy?"

"Of course it is. You are responsible for this makeover. It cost my a small fortune but has been worth every cent."

"I'll pay."

"No you won't. My feel are killing me in these high heels and I desperately need to monster a drink."

"Yes ma'am," Peter said, taking her shopping and telling her to take off her shoes, loosen her bra and relax.

He arrived with the drinks and said, "You look sensational, not a bit over-done."

The former mousy brown hair had been restyled and was now colored in multiple blonde shades. She had full eye-make up, her eyebrows had been thinned and shaped, her standard stud earrings were now dropping glitter things and she, well, just looked heaps younger.

He looked lower and said earnestly, "Have you loosened your bra."

"No I'll do it now, " she said, pushing them forward and staring but finding it impossible to lock gazes because Pete's eyes were flitting about like the eyes of a fugitive until she ceased arching her back.

Cathy picked up her drink, barely concealing a thin sly smile. 

Pete said, "I'd like to pull out of here in the morning. There's too much noise, especially from aircraft and these sites are too close. I prefer a bit of space."

"I find all that very agreeable. I feel I'm been watched."

"You are. I'm sorry."

"Not you, idiot. I mean by other campers."

"Yeah, well cities and big towns are not the places to be and neither are tight camping grounds. No more of that, eh?"

"Yes right. I probably can survive a month without visiting a mall."

"A month? Will you stay a month with me?"

"That's to be decided. I must establish how well I can work on the road."

"That's an idea. You can work while we drive. You can sit in here so long as you sit in one of those seats over there and use the seatbelt. I'll get a seat belt fitted to a seat at the dining table to provide a good work area."

"Fine and look, don't be shy to say when I've outstayed my welcome."

When they returned inside after a cookout of steak and salad, Pete was disappointed he didn't get to see all the shopping modeled. He sat reading with a reading lamp behind him and the light on over Cathy's bed, hoping.

Cathy came out of the shower wearing the new nightie and did a twirl. He caught a flash of pubic hair. God she wasn't wearing panties. 

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful, a real star."

She giggled and switched off the overhead light. She said goodnight and he replied, thinking they'd not kissed; so much for undertakings.

Pete awoke in the bedroom next morning to find Cathy standing over him with coffee. As she leaned forward to hand it to him he caught a faint whiff of pussy. He almost trembled thinking was she doing this knowing he might catch her scent, the scent of a woman. He looked up and caught what he reckoned was a knowing look but she turned and was gone. Pete reached down and handled his hardening dick. God if she bent down in that outfit he wouldn't be able to stop leaping at her.

Sitting on the end of the bed drinking coffee, Pete looked out into the main interior. He'd expected Cathy to go into the bathroom to dress. With the slider out there was plenty of room, not like in his former camper van. But she didn't. She was standing sideways to him and removed her nightie. She was putting on her bra when he called, "Is that part of your shopping?"

"Yes," she said, turning to face him, her chest pushed forward as she hooked the fastener. "Do you like it? It's very modern for me."

She had great-looking heavy hangers, now being hoisted and Pete could see although she had a bush it was clipped. He had to wet his lips with a tongue flick before he was able to reply. "It's very pretty and the coloring suits you."

"Thanks. Now that you've seen me is it okay if I sunbath raw when we get to what...roomrocking... no that's not right. Um dry camping?"

"You meant boondocking. Sure providing I'm free to look at you."

"Yeah that will be okay. Nature's views will be better."

"I love the look of your big tits Cathy."

She didn't answer, didn't look at him. The important thing though, he thought, she'd remained calm. Christ was that a smile?

They left after the rush hour was over, taking I-25 and heading towards Colorado Springs.

"Grab the map or use the GPS to look at places where you might like to discuss detouring to visit. Don't pick routes with steep windy passes. You can use the GPS to check terrain. To use the GPS..."

Touching her new hair color, Cathy said, "I'm not a Blonde Bunny. I know how to work a GPS device. Perhaps I can show you how to extract its optimum potential?"

"You can skip offering classes Blondie. I'm busy on never-ending vacation. Might I suggest you do any phoning while we are in urban limits as we are in mountainous territory although reception should be okay along the interstate."

"Good idea. Well I'm off inside to work. Give me a kiss."

Well that was promising and that particular conversation and her kiss gave Pete the impression she was warming to him. God, he might not be the only one feeling like sex! He almost whooped.

Cathy returned after two hours and they pulled off the highway for a break.

"How did it go?"

She smiled. "Very productive actually. You have no idea how many interruptions I get each hour at the office. At the same time being away from the office means my business will fade away due to lack of personal contact."

"Advertise on Google, advising would-be clients its cash up front."

She looked at Pete thoughtfully and said that was something to think about but at her charge-out rate her clientele would be thin on the ground.

"You'll be listing your charge out rate, your standing in the profession and experience. So people looking for online accountancy services including advice will know what to expect. Also if you do this add you work from a mobile office in an RV and I'll create a web page for you so folk can follow your travels. That should attract business from RVers."

Cathy was staring at him again.

Back on board they looked at the map on the GPS and Cathy pointed out a possible place of interest as it would appear to be a canyon with views across to mountains. Pete used other software and found public land where dry camping was permitted. He set the route into the GPS.

"God beam my down Scotty," Cathy said, obviously impressed.

They had been looking at the screen almost touching heads. Pete could feel her presence as well as smell her skin, well her make-up. He wondered if she could smell him. If she could were her nipples hardening? He imagined reaching to find out or perhaps better still asking were her nipples hardening?

'Go on have a go,' his inner voice was screaming.

Pete remaining close said, "Cathy."

She turned to him and they kissed. She made no effort to break away and neither was he in any hurry. She finally broke and smiling said, "That was lovely" and stroked down one side of his face.

"God Cathy."

"Come on, we are in quite a public place here in this big window cockpit. Cockpit? Ooooh."

"Um right. Start your engine Pete," Pete laughed lightly, to indicate he wasn't coming on too strongly.

The designated camping ground was long and narrow while the valley was way too wide to be called an intimate valley. They could see only a small RV three hundred yards up on their side of the small river. Their hoped-for unrestricted view of The Rockies was partially blocked by the Front Range.

Pete explained to Cathy how the automatic leveling system functioned and why and she said she should have known that having a level platform was important but hadn't thought about it. "Very interesting. I suppose while here we are on water rationing."

"Yes."

The cloud cover was dispersing and Cathy went to the edge of the river, spread a blanket and sunbathed. She was nude apart from a hand towel draped round her neck and she was wearing sunglasses.

Pete stayed away and read under the awning on the other wide of the RV that also was in the shade of a tree.

About 12:30 Cathy entered the RV, apparently limited herself to twenty minutes in the sun. She turned on the CD player and called, "Pete darling."

Pete sighed, thinking she might have a job for him but that could be rubbing tanning oil on to her tits. Oh yeah?

He found Cathy on his bed; her legs were wide open.

"Strip off and come to me darling."

"Are you sure? Er what about a condom... should I lock the door?"

"Darling I'm on heat, warmed by the sun and thinking disgustingly about sex. Do you want sex or not?"

He ripped off his polo shirt and pulled down his shorts and briefs in the one practiced movement.

"Let me see it? God it's a beauty, just as Sharon said."

"What?"

"Girls talk to their mother Pete. Don't worry."

Pete was eager to get his lips round a big fat nipple but knew she'd expect better than that from him.

He fell between her legs carefully and pulled himself over her to kiss her gently.

Cathy made murmuring sounds at the back of her throat, and kissed him with open lips but her teeth had not yet parted. She stroked down the side of his face, establishing in Pete's mind that she was a face stroker and usually women like that were the best at jerking him off.

He grinned and hoped Cathy could feel his grin in their latest kiss.

* * *

At the outset, Cathy became excited when coming up with the thought of Neville and she joining Pete Kurtz on his live-in-a-bus safari or whatever it was called. Both her daughters had loved it, obviously, and had not a single complaint about Pete. It looked to be the perfect mini-vacation. 

Aware that she'd only had committed adultery twice in her married life, and both times very briefly, Cathy believed most women had far more escapades than that. Most women, she reminded herself. She then thought she'd have to be very devious to have sex with Pete when Neville was hovering. Of course they could send him to get supplies. Perfect.

When Neville had sprung that lie on her his arrangement with his locum had toppled over she was devastated, er momentarily. And then her mind slipped into gear. She'd go without him, without anyone. Brilliant!

Since arriving she'd begun her systematically seduction of Pete, first by acting aloof and a bit bossy and then gradually easing off to allow him to believe he was in with a chance. She'd felt it necessary to do this because when talking to her Sharon she'd said no female was safe with Pete around if he had one hand on his dick. But then as if sensing her mom's hidden excitement, Sharon reiterated her earlier comment that Peter was only interested in young pussy.

God the stupid guy, Cathy had thought. He didn't know what he was missing.

Cathy had been appalled when arriving at the camp to find just how close the campsites were. She thought the nearest neighbors would hear a condom pack being ripped open. Damn. She had to get Pete out of there.

They reached the latest campsite she forgot its unappealing name and found it really was wilderness, with only one other RV in sight. She was now used to the term RV. After sunbathing, the temperature was probably 70F, she walked back to the RV, a little disappointed that Pete had not gone down to talk to her and eye her body. Well at least that told her she'd have to fuck him.

She went inside, switched on the CD and giggled and said quietly, "Nellie and Sharon, look what I'm about to do." She licked a finger and rubbed up her nipples.

* * *

Peter pushed his tongue against Cathy's teeth and they parted and that stiffened his cock even more as her tongued entwined with his. He wondered if her pussy was pulsating; that could be because she appeared to be excited, er on heat as she'd termed it.

Saliva was running down her face, generated by both of them. He reached under his chest and squeezed a nipple between two fingers and then lifted slightly to get a whole hand round a breast and dug in his fingers and squeezed.

"Oh-oh. Pete please. Shove it in."

What missionary? That was the position her mom would have taught her. "Up on your hands and knees," he commanded thickly, keen to get those hangers swinging and grabbing at them.

"Very well but be careful where you go with that thing."

Later when Pete flopped on to his back still panting heavily and the spinning sensation and colored flashes gone from his eyes, he asked confidently, "How was that?"

"The best I have had for some time."

He frowned. Huh, how fucking romantic was that?

Cathy pulled his hand down between her legs and because of the flowing wetness Pete was able to slip in three fingers quite easily. Actually she'd been tighter than he'd expected and had played his rod with internal muscles with the skill of an accomplished angler. She was great, quite terrific in fact. His fingers were making quite disgusting squelching sounds that they both ignored.

"You really like sex, don't you?"

"Oh yeah baby."

After Cathy shuddered to another climax and then returned from the bathroom she asked Pete what was his forward thinking.

"We need to be out of Colorado by the end of the month. It starts snowing here in October so it's no use sticking round and making it difficult for ourselves. Even it we're not in areas of early snowfall it will become much colder."

"We?"

"Are you saying you haven't thought of staying on longer than a month?"

There was silence.

"Cathy?"

"Well yes, I was thinking about it while sunbathing and then finalized my thinking after that great sex. Um that's if you'll have me."

"Yes and you can stay with me permanently if that's your wish."

"Permanently?"

"Yes. I know that means leaving your family but we can go there and visit them, or at least visit those who want to see us or, if they prefer, to see just you."

"B-but is that doing the right thing?"

"That's for you to answer Cathy. I have no family to consider or to answer to. There's no hurry, tell me when you're ready.

The older couple from the other RV sauntered past shortly after 4:00 and called out hi.

Cathy hurried out and said, "Oh hi, our distant neighbors. Would you care to make a fuel stop? We have fruit juice, sodas, vodka for martinis, white wine or beer. My 'husband' drinks beer."

"Well," said the woman. "We have no wish to impose. We are new to RV society and have no idea..."

"Beer?" said the husband.

"Yeah, cold ones," grinned Pete, pressing in behind Cathy and cupping her breasts.

"Please come in and join us," Cathy said and without a fuss pulled Pete's hands away and watched the other woman smile.




Following the Sun Pt. 02



* * *

Four days later Pete and Cathy were in cell phone range again and she read five emails and then sent one and printed it out and left that for Pete to read.

He came in with beer from the store as he and Gus has made quite a hole in his supply. 

"I'm going back to buy tissues," Cathy said.

Pete saw the printout and read it:

'Dear Neville, Nellie and Sharon: I'm getting along fine, wonderfully in fact. This may come as a shock to you all but I've decided to stay on with Pete. We are getting along so well, including in bed now, and I've decided this is the life for me and will probably marry Pete if he asks me, oh I would have to seek a divorce. Neville you have Widow Eastland that I know you've been engaged in secret liaisons with for some years. Nellie you must find someone at the hospital because I honestly believe that will be the best fit for you. Sharon, you have the whole wide world in front of you so study hard and then go out and do your thing. I'm not a coward and will come home and discuss this at a family conference if that's your wish, but believe me this decision to stay with Pete is irrevocable. I am sure Pete will welcome you to come and stay with us for a while at any time but remember we only have two extra beds. So in the meantime if any of my things get in the way then give them away or sell them. Nellie you might like to safely store the things of mine you know are dear to me. I will come one day to collect them. I'm sorry to come out of the blue with this major announcement but that's how it has dumped on me. I was a little shocked when finding I had the courage to make the decision after thinking about it deeply. Please keep communicating with me and forgive me but it's time I really did my own thing. My love to you all, Cathy.'

Cathy was almost to the store when she heard the whoop from within the RV and then Pete was as the door yelling, "Come here you bitch" and he laughed loudly. She turned and ran back towards him and he stepped down and began running to meet her, arms outstretched.

They kissed and hugged and Cathy was crying.

"Why, oh why?" he asked and then he was dabbing his eyes on her shoulder when Cathy said, "Because you need me more than anyone in my family, that's why. You're not the right kind of person to be alone and I now love you."

THE END 



Following the Sun



At first Nellie was miffed and Peter was embarrassed but both of them soon got over that.

Nellie's mom Cathy always asked, "Are you looking after my daughter properly?" while Neville the father would talk about road conditions, beer and sport and ask was his daughter getting fat. All this gave Peter the impression he'd found himself accepted by a new family, or so it seemed. Total acceptance was unlikely because they had never met him and if they ever did things could change abruptly because compared with their adult daughter he was old.

He and Nellie zigzagged across Texas and they'd become part of the RV family. Pete bought two CB radios so they could keep in touch with folk they'd met in RV camps and were likely to meet up with again. Their camper was a mini-RV and they'd been in some monster RV fitted out like palaces.

Then came the day, that inevitable day, when it was time, time for Nellie to return home. They were in New Mexico by them, camping on public land, and went to Albuquerque for Nellie to board her direct Southwest Airlines flight to LA.

Pete couldn't believe how tightly she was holding his hand and tears were running of course when the call came for final boarding.

"You must promise you'll come to Sacramento to see me and my family."

"Yes, for the fifth time I promise."

They had their final kiss and before entering the security area Nellie waved for the final time and yelled, "I love you."

Jesus, what was this? Pete thought. He had become pretty sure in recent days she'd realized just how deep she was in with him but she kept that thought to herself. Now she'd expressed it aloud and very publicly.

He headed off to Silver City to camp at an RV ranch that had been recommended to him, intending to stay over night on public land on the way south on I-25 but decided to drive straight through as he was not looking forward to spending a night without Nellie. They had an agreement she'd call him once a week, every Sunday morning.

Pete reached the impressive campsite shortly before 8:00 that evening. He ate a thick meat sandwich, drank most of a bottle of wine and went to bed most unhappy but thought such is life. 

He'd just turned off the light when his phone rang. He cursed and went to where he'd left his phone.

"Hi Pete."

"Hi Sharon," he said in surprise. "What's up?"

"Nothing. A real sad sack arrived here and she drank too much wine over dinner and has been crying and saying she feels her life is over. You must be really a good guy to have her feeling like this?"

"Thanks, let me talk to her."

"No she's asleep. I though if she feels like this you probably do too so I called to say goodnight. Kiss-kiss."

"That's lovely of you Sharon. I suggest you don't talk about me and any upset will soon dissolve when she gets back to her work and friends and boyfriend."

"He came round to night and she told him to fuck off. God, mom had a fit hearing Nellie talking like that and thinks you and she must have been taking drugs. Were you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think not."

"Correct and believe that Sharon."

"I almost wet myself when I saw mom looking at Nellie so fiercely and that's when the tears came and mom realized Nellie was hurting and all was well again."

"Well thanks for bringing me up to date. I'm in a super camp near Silver City in New Mexico. But don't tell Nellie that as she could become homesick, er missing being on the road."

"It's you she's missing and your dick. Goodnight."

"Good night Sharon. And thanks, you are very kind."

God what a sweet kid, Peter thought and felt much better. He finished off the wine and slept till 10:00 am.

Peter stayed three days and met two families who were traveling together. A 20-year daughter kept giving him the eye but he was not ready for anyone else just yet. They ate together, played cards and he went hiking with them and they appeared genuinely sorry he was leaving.

At his next stop, two days later, late afternoon he said hi to a woman sitting outside a big RV. They had waved several times and but this time she was talkative. "Come join me for a drink."

"Okay, thanks," he said, thinking her husband was inside but when he entered the big RV she said, "John has gone off for three days on a fishing charter, visiting three lakes and staying in lodges with fishing fiends."

"Fiends? I gather than means you don't care for finishing Carol."

"Dead right Peter."

After three glasses of wine she said, "Stay for dinner."

"Thank you. I guess you are lonely."

"Yes indeed. It's just cold chicken pie with salad and then ice cream or fresh fruit if you'd rather."

"Well I'll concentrate first on the pie. I might not need anything after that."

Carol was in her early forties, slim with tiny tits and a mouth never far from a smile.

When they were sitting back with coffee she asked, "Would you like to stay the night?"

"You can't be that lonely. John has been gone only a day."

"Well it's not loneliness I've been thinking about when I began looking at you yesterday."

"You like a bit of sex on the side do you?"

"Yes, and you."

"I'll fuck you if that's what you want Carol."

"Oh great. Let's throw these things into the sink and get at it."

After they'd kissed and pushed into one another a bit, Carol pulled off her panties and leant over the bed and Pete dropped to his knees and ate her out and had her practically purring.

"Do you do butt?" she asked. 

"Very rarely but if you have condoms and lube yes."

They were in no hurry and it was almost an hour later before Pete pulled out and shot over her back. Carol had been working her clit and judging by the grunts and noise she must have got off at least three times."

Pete thought it was only sex and was grateful Carol had lured him because there had been temporary benefits to both of them and she really was a nice woman. But was she comparable to his Nellie? Hell no.

His Nellie? Pete was almost astonished he thought of Nellie like that. That was supposed to be a thought he'd only held momentarily somewhere in Texas when she'd gone off to get her hair cut and for the first time they'd been together she'd not been within calling distance and the thought he missed her had shocked him, almost scaring him. He'd dropped the thought like a hot rivet.

In the morning Pete took Carol doggie and then she said that was enough. He guessed she didn't want him to take her front on because her husband was a missionary man. Some women were like that.

Carol cooked him breakfast and a couple of hours later Pete hit the trail again, feeling that little bout of naughtiness had put dear Nellie farther back in his mind because he knew he'd not been true to her, although he had no obligation to her. He wondered if she'd marry her boyfriend or find a replacement for him if he'd failed to improve his act.

* * *

The night before Pete was due to cross into Southern California and have a few days around San Diego, he was at a wilderness camp on public land with no facilities. Camping like that and having to be self-sufficient is known as boon docking (dispersed or dry camping without hookups) to the RV fraternity. He'd been directed to this one using his GPS device that he know regarded as one of his best investments ever.

A couple camped a hundred yards away waved him over, the guy holding up a bottle of wine. Peter, feeling lonely, headed over licking his lips at the thought of talking to somebody rather than downing booze.

Sam and Sarah were very hospitable and asked him to stay on for lunch. Sam went off for a post-lunch nap and Pete sat with Sarah in the shade under the striped awning. It was so hot they were sipping cold beer.

"Tell me about yourself Pete."

"Well there's not much to tell," he said be found himself being expertly drawn. Well soon after meeting the couple in their late seventies, Sarah had told him she and Sam met when working together in a hospital where Sam was an administrator and Sarah was a psychologist.

Well he ended up blabbing about Nellie, didn't he, despite having decided to say nothing about Nellie? But he would have to concede it was good that he did.

"So this young woman has been calling you every Sunday as arranged."

"Yes."

"So why did you restrain her to one call a week?"

"I didn't want to be pestered receiving too many calls from her."

"Is that right?"

Sarah sat quietly on her lay back chair looking across the jagged canyon. She didn't have to wait long for the response she'd been fishing for.

"The truth is I wanted her to get on with her life."

"And in these weeks since your separation has she called?"

"Every Sunday without fail."

"And what does that tell you Pete?"

Sarah said she didn't understand that mumble."

Pete said clearly, "She feels obligated to call me."

"Are you happy with that choice of word 'Obligated'?"

There was a little pause while they watched a Golden Eagle flying along the far rim of the canyon.

"Because she wants to call me."

"Yes and I would agree with that. Has she ever told you she loves you?"

"Nah."

"Are you certain about that."

Peter sighed. "Well just the once when we had separated at the airport when she was passing into the secure area. She called out she loved me but you must understand she was highly emotional."

"Oh believe me I can understand. She called that out ignoring all the other people around her?"

"Yes."

"Would you term love as an emotional feeling?"

"Hell yes, it can't be anything else. Ah, I see where this is going."

"Are you heading up the coast to go to LA as planned or will you continue on to see her."

"I was so sure at doing that at first but now have been thinking I could mess up her life."

"I see. You have this young woman separated from you who loves you and you've thinking about not seeing her again?"

"Um yes. She might not think of me like that any more."

"And you believe love can be turned on and off like a tap and..."

"You don't know that, I haven't told you that."

"That's true but it doesn't mean I haven't accurately accessed how you think about this."

They talked on about it for another few minutes until the flow of questions stopped and Pete looked and saw Sarah was asleep.

He grinned and left.

When leaving next morning on the loop he stopped, walked over and handed Sam a bottle of his 'special occasion' red and shook his hand. "Thanks for your hospitality guys.

"Christ this is top shelf wine."

"Yeah, for top shelf people Sam. Attempt to hand it back and I'll thump you."

They laughed and Pete hugged and kissed Sarah.

As he stepped back to leave Sarah said, "Make me a happy woman Pete. Call me on the day you call on Nellie."

Pete looked at her, swallowed and said, "I promise. It could be another month before I get up there."

"Great. We'll be home for a while by then, back in Kansas for a breather so the phone connection is assured, not like out here in the wilderness."

"Who's he seeing?"

"It's not of your business Sam. What Pete told me was in confidence."

"What's her name Pete?"

"Nellie."

"Oh great old name. I bet she'd beautiful with great legs?"

"Everything about her is great Sam. Bye guys and thanks for the mothering Sarah."

Pete waved as he drove off and they waved, Sam holding his wife who had her head on his chest.

Pete sniffed and sniffed again.

"Fuck emotions," he grinned and wiped an eye with his finger.

* * *

Nellie Stevens mom said as Nellie came into breakfast on Wednesday morning, "You are losing weight darling. I don't want you looking scrawny when he arrives."

"When who arrives?"

"Your man Pete."

Nellie looked ready to panic. "You can't know that?"

"Oh but I do. It's how love works."

"Love? Are you mad? He's never said he loves me."

"And you have told him you love him?"

"Well yes. Just the once at the airport." Neville and his younger daughter Sharon witnessing this exchange both held their breath, wondering if Cathy had broken through at last. But as usually Nellie appeared on the verge of shutting the door.

"Peter told me last night he expects to be here in a month but then said to keep my mouth shut because he didn't mean to tell me that."

Nellie spun round and screamed at her sister, "You little bitch. Why are you calling him?"

"It's only the fourth time. There was no embargo placed on me about calling him. He entered California yesterday."

"Oh god, Ohmigod," Nellie screamed.

Sharon jumped up and ran to her and Nellie clung to her desperately.

"Nellie," called Kathy but Neville jumped up and held her. He said leave it; Sharon had everything under control.

"I like him Nellie, that's all and I want you to be with him to be happy again. These days you are acting like a old maid without any fun in your body."

"Well I'm sad."

"Yes I know. Come through and we'll call him."

"But the agreement was I'd call him Sundays."

"Fuck that arrangement darling. It was probably said to hold you away at arm's length/"

"But why would he do that?"

"He thinks he's too old for you and wanted you to continue on with Andy or to get a new guy or a succession of guys until you find the right one."

"B-but how could you know that?"

"It's call logic darling," Sharon said, picking up her phone and pointing to the chair and told Nellie to sit.

Sharon made the call.

"Hi it's Sharon. My sister is hugely unhappy. I'm making this call for her. Here she is," Sharon said and left, quietly closing the door.

"Hi."

"Oh hi Nellie. I welcome this call."

"Pete speak to me like a lover. That doesn't mean you have to love me."

"But I..."

"But what?"

"Nellie I want you to get on with your life."

"You are my life Pete and I'm pining for you."

"For me? God Nellie."

Ten minutes later Nellie waltzed into room, smiling happily. "He's packing up now and will stay somewhere over night and be here tomorrow evening for dinner."

Nellie's mother and daughter hugged her.

"He says if you guys approve of him I can be his girlfriend. If that happens he wants me to resign my job and we'll go up north and cross into Montana and then slowly head south and winter over in New Mexico or if we have tired of camper life he'll winterize the camper somewhere and come back here and he'll look for an opportunity."

"What sort of opportunity?" her father asked.

"A business opportunity I guess. He has more than three million bucks to invest. He wants to settle around here so he doesn't take me too far away from you guys because he says family is important to anyone."

"And he has no one?"

"He has a married sister in LA and a married half-sister who lives in England."

"Sounds fine to me," said Neville, a physician.

"Well I don't know..."

"Sorry mom, you're outvoted," Sharon said, standing beside her father and grinning.

"Well I suppose one step at a time," Kathy a public accountant said cautiously.

"Oh come on mom, which is the more important to you, seeing my happy or being pedantically conservative," Nellie smiled. "He confessed on the phone he loves me."

"Oh well, that makes a big difference," Kathy laughed. "I'm so happy for you Nellie. Well I must make up the guest room for him."

"Mom!" laughed the two girls.

"Oh god, this is going to take getting used to," Kathy mumbled.

"Well if they must have sex they can sleep out in the van," Neville said solemnly and his two daughters looked at him shaking their heads until they saw his stupid teasing expression emerge.

THE END