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Barbie Doll Ch. 01

By: acup



LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else. 

For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.

This story is a bit unusual, what I would call a 'clean out the fridge' story. I put it in Romance, but it also has a healthy dose of Cheating Wives, Screwy Women, a touch of Exhibitionist, and an all over Mature theme.

And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to whoever you are.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

Yess, I need an editor, are you volunteering?

And, yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

ENJOY!

*****

 On the road again... 

When life sucks think of a country song. That's why I prefer good old fashioned classic rock and roll. Kicked back crusing down the road with some ZZ Top blaring along to my bad singing.

But unlike the movies this part of the story doesn't have a happy ending and I'm not riding off into the sunset.

Cranking up the way back when machine...

I started out like a lot of other kids living in a small suburb on the north side of Seattle. With Whidbey Island not that far away I did what many others not going off to an ivy league school did and joined the NROTC in high school. By the middle of my senior year I was all set. Graduate, basic, and then flight school.

Then one of those country songs kicked in. Gina was pregnant. Seems one of those rubbers didn't work. We got married, and seven moths later we had a 'premature' delivery of a bouncing nine pound three ounce girl. I shifted from flight school to avionics to stay on the ground to keep Gina happy. A year and a half later we had a boy... and I got fixed!

I finished my extended stint just after Curt started kindergarten and got a nice position with Boeing through the GI plan. Things plodded along nicely for the next fifteen years. The sex was okay, I mean Gina was only the second girl I had sex with. We tried a few things here and there, but since much more than the basics were 'something good girls don't do' we settled down to two or three times a week with the lights out. And the only thing besides my cock that got near her pussy was my fingers to get her started, god forbid we even consider oral.

In the mean time I was progressing up the ladder at Boeing. With my Navy background I was an unofficial advisor on some of our products used by the Navy. Somewhere along the line my specialty had evolved into powering and interfacing what ever devices they were working on. I had been a part time pilot in the service to keep my rating up since I wasn't going to be the top of the line avionics guy. It kept me involved but not necessarily 'in the loop'. As other projects came along I was also recruited to work on parts for our civil aviation products, primarily the entertainment systems.

Curt's freshman year I really noticed things starting to sour between Gina and I, I attributed it to Gloria not having as much contact with her baby girl since mom wasn't the 'cool' thing to do now that she had girlfriends in high school to hang with. Although sour isn't quite right, more like sweet and sour. Gina joined the local health club to loose a few pounds... and pulled away from me. As the outfits got better and better our sex life got worse and worse.

Over these years we went from a few times a week to once every three months or so. We were coming up on our twentieth wedding anniversary so I began thinking of what to do, maybe something special to put the spark back in our love life. A nice idea anyway.

I had a few months to go until our anniversary when the sledge hammer hit. No, make that one of those big monster wooden things they use at the carnival. I was at a meeting downtown at the Marriott with one of our reps companies. Sitting in the back corner of the restaurant I saw out of the corner of my eye a petite redheaded woman with a huge chest walk in. Yes I was married, but that was my type. The big chested pin up girls, I grew up around the hot babes in the torpedo bras and just fell in love with the figure of a woman that was showing off her chest instead of hiding it. Probably from all the nose art dad had hung on the garage wall.

I had to take a second look, and enjoyed her plastering herself against a rather flat chested brunette. A little fantasy ran through my head of what that would look like if it was Gina... they pulled back and it was Gina! I could only stare as they embraced again with more enthusiasm than I had seen from her for the last year combined.

I managed to fumble through the rest of the meeting glad that is was somebody else's meeting and I was only there for support.

If the meeting was fumbling, the rest of the day was stumbling. Any little thing brought me back to the scene in the restaurant replaying over and over in my mind.

When I got home Gina was back to 'normal', but when I looked I could see the remnants of today's hair do and makeup. Seems they weren't for me...

It gnawed at me for about a week until I had to know. Being around the Navy and a fair number of other electronic geeks I had what I needed in a few days. The easiest and yet the hardest was adding the cameras to our home security system. Hiding bugs in her four favorite purses and the big receiver in the trunk of her car wrapped it up. They each had a buffer and would download when ever they got near the car receiver, and I could download the receiver whenever she got home.

The next month was the hardest of my life. Listening to the recordings and watching the videos praying that it was my imagination. I was just about to pull the cameras and bugs when my world fell apart.

After a mediocre dinner and noncommittal conversation from a distant woman I went to my home office to supposedly check on a project. I clicked on the recorded video and slipped my headphones on and was about halfway through the day when in she walked, the flat chested brunette...

"Honey, I'm home!"

"CHERIE!" Gina screeched and ran to her. They locked in an embrace that reminded me of when Gina and I first met back in high school. Never really coming up for air with hands all over each other, squeezing butt and groping tit. "You're not supposed to be here when Ken is in town," she said before kissing her again.

"I couldn't wait. When's he going on one of those trips?" as she reached up and began unbuttoning Gina's top.

"He hasn't... OH FUUUUCK." She responded as Cherie popped one of her huge tits out of her bra and took a nipple between her teeth. "You shouldn't be doing that."

"Want me to stop?" as she popped the other tit out and tweaked both nipples.

"Fuck it." Gina grabbed Cherie's hands and pulled her to the bedroom. They each stripped as quickly as possible and literally jumped into our  bed.

"We don't have much time," Gina said as she pulled Cherie back to her for a good kiss before pushing her down to nibble on her big tits, her nipples as hard as I could ever remember seeing them.

As Cherie began moving down Gina's body she rolled her over getting Gina on top of her and flipping around in a sixty nine. There were some nice groans coming from both of them as a real life porn movie was playing out in front of me.

Cherie reached over to Gina's night stand and fumbled around a bit then came out with a HUGE black dildo in her hand. She rubbed the head up and down between Gina's pussy lips spread above her and Gina's head came up and her back arched like a cat in heat.

"You fucking bitch. That doesn't go there!" as Cherie dipped the dildo a few inches into her pussy.

"And where does it go?" pushing that monster more than halfway into her.

"Not in my fucking cunt you damn dyke! Put it where it belongs." I could barely believe I was listening to my shy bride.

"Awwwwwww..." Cherie slid the dildo out and then brought it up to Gina's ass. I watched in horror and fascination as Gina kept pushing back against it trying to get it in her ass.

"You fucking bitch!"

"You know what you have to do," pushing it a little harder against Gina's ass.

Gina hissed and I saw her in the mirror as she folded her hand and pressed it against Cherie's pussy.

"Good girl..." Cherie hissed as Gina's hand disappeared into Cherie's pussy. As Gina began slowly fisting Cherie I heard Gina screech and then groan as Cherie pushed that huge dildo into Gina's ass.

They laid there a bit with each of them stuffed then Cherie began moving the dildo in Gina's ass. Gina soon followed fisting Cherie, each of them looking like they were trying to get the other off but hold off themselves.

For a moment it looked like Gina was going to win when Cherie snaked a hand down and got Gina's nipple in her fingers and nipped at her clit while ramming that dildo in her ass.

Gina went off ramming her fist deep into Cherie and they became a writhing mass of orgasms and flowing pussies.

Gina rolled off Cherie, her hand still in her pussy while they were both panting.

"Fucking cunt..." Gina whispered as she moved her hand a bit, I could see the ripples in Cherie's belly.

"Anal whore..." Cherie responded with a grin bumping the dildo still in Gina's ass.

"Hell yes..."

They laid there a bit until Gina pulled her hand from Cherie's gaping pussy and then made a production out of licking it clean, then rolling over, her dildo filled ass pointed right at the camera as she cleaned her lovers still gaping pussy.

Sufficiently satisfied Gina crawled up beside Cherie totally ignoring the dildo still sticking out of her ass to snuggle under her arm, something we hadn't done in years.

Cherie was stroking Gina's back making her moan and groan ever so softly. "What are we doing babe?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"You and me... without the swinging dick."

Gina giggled.

"First you said when the kids got into high school, then when they went off to college. Are you ever going to leave him or are we just going to fade off into nothing like you two are? I mean you'll already be getting half of his retirement so we're set from the get go."

My gut twisted in a knot.

"No, it's after Curt goes off to college like I said. I thought I could do it when they went to high school, but Gloria became so needy in her freshman year I couldn't do it. But she's off to college and Curt is strong like his father and can't wait to get out of the house. As soon as he's settled in at college I'll file."

I let it rattle on for a bit before pulling my headphones off and watching a silent movie of the destruction of my life. I had about six months minimum before my life went down the drain. I almost wish I didn't know it was coming.

And then I began to get mad. 'When the kids got into high school' meant that this had been going on for years, five or six at a minimum. I sat there, my knuckles getting whiter and whiter as I gripped my chair about ready to go out and kill the mother of my children.

And then a calm settled over me. 'I mean you'll already be getting half of his retirement so we're set from the get go', they had this all planned and I was their meal ticket. NOT HAPPENING!

The following month the HVAC started acting up. I pulled three thousand from my Roth IRA to pay to 'repair' it. A hundred cash went to a sympathetic buddy that was the 'service man'.

Popped two wheel weights on her car and it needed new tires, a ball joint, and an alignment. Another two thousand went into my pocket minus the bottle of tire shine, and all I had to do was pop the weights back on when I shined the tires.

The week before I was to head out of town for a week long meeting in DC the starter went out on her car. A buddy towed it to his shop and parked it until I got back and put the solenoid wire back on. There went some more cash in my pocket.

Now in reality this was all penny ante, but it set the pattern for pulling from my Roth.

For Curt's birthday in February I handed him my car keys. He was overjoyed at the gift of a Mustang.

"But what are you going to drive Ken?" Gina asked.

"I've got my eye on a truck. And since we got Gloria a car for graduation and Curt had been drooling over the Mustang for the last few years," getting a 'geez dad' look from him, "I thought I'd do it a bit early."

I turned to Curt, "Now go take it for a spin, but I have to have it back until I pick out a truck." He grinned and pulled back as I reached out to ruffle his hair and dashed for the door.

Gina wasn't sure about me giving Curt my car, but it wasn't a full on muscle car just one that looked hot like most of them, and she had insisted we get something reliable for Gloria, so she mumbled along without really objecting to it.

The next week her sledge hammer hit. I rolled up in a loaded F150 with the big yellow stickers on the windshield that said $44,999. They came from another buddy at the dealership. The truck came from an airman being stationed in Okinawa. A five year old truck with under a hundred thousand miles and looked brand new, and only seven thousand dollars since he needed to sell it quick before being shipped off was the clincher. I even got the chincy winter tires and rims to run around in until the weather cleared up to put the big tires and rims on. I took another three thousand from the account when I 'bought' them.

At this point I had a little under sixty thousand in my nest egg and had stopped putting anything into my Roth at work, instead having a similar amount deposited to a separate savings account so my direct deposits wouldn't change much. Add to that the little things Gina 'had' to have done to the kitchen that also came from my Roth and the equity and my Roth were just about on par with each other. It's wonderful to have buddies in the trades.

The time was drawing near, Curts' graduation was five weeks away. Anytime after that and it would happen. I made arrangements with a friend of a friend to rent the apartment above his barn when the time came. It was a bit north of town, but the country air seemed so invigorating when I was there. Of course I just hated to be above a barn full of antique tractors being restored. I started spending some time over there after work but not letting Gina know I was stopping until I was headed over after work. No sense in giving her and Cherie any more time together than necessary.

The funny thing is she didn't realize, or at least didn't say anything, about my not going after her for sex since the night I had watched the video. But the cameras had recorded plenty of wild sex between them, and even once with another girl. My prim and proper, and almost bigoted, wife enjoyed the hell out of being used by a big black woman with a monster strap on.

I also recorded lots of conversations between her and Cherie and from some of the things mentioned it would seem they first met over ten years ago, but only really got together about eight years back when her 'wife' ran off with another woman.

Eight years... eight FUCKING years. And hypocritical me couldn't really get mad at another woman stealing my wife. Another man and there would have been some competition / confrontation I guess. But I had learned at a young age you don't hit women, and other than beating her to a pulp there wasn't much I could do to her physically.

Mentally on the other hand...

One of my coworkers and her partner, both acknowledged lesbians, agreed to help. They posted Cherie's name and picture with Gina's phone number up at several lesbian bars. There were only a few calls, but it did make for some interesting fights.

Her partner Sarah even did one better by calling Cherie's work one afternoon while the girls were romping in our bed, while I was out of town so I couldn't be blamed of course. She said she met her down at the Wildrose and needed to get an important message to her to check in at the clinic. Tanya called a few days later and did the same thing. The seed was planted! Once might be a coincidence, but two was a STRONG suspicion.

The bugs in her purses had not yielded anything so I pulled them, but I also picked up from the house recordings that they were planning on having me served at work the week after Curt's graduation, so all of a sudden I had a trip scheduled that week.

I packed a bag and headed out to the Tractor Barn as we now called it and piddled with an old John Deere until Thursday. I wasn't 'scheduled back' until Friday at noon, so I thought it would be a good idea to 'surprise' my loving wife and come home early with a big bouquet of flowers. I wasn't EVEN going to pop for roses for the bitch, but a five dollar grocery store bouquet would have the same effect.

I pulled up on the street because there was a 'strange' car parked on my side of the driveway. I waived at Mrs. Anderson on the other side of the street grinning and holding up the flowers before putting my finger to my lips like I wanted her to be quiet. She grinned and waived back. An unexpected benefit of witnesses!

I slipped in quietly and went up stairs, avoiding the squeaky board that gave the kids away when they were little. As I stuck my head around the door frame I saw what I had been downloading from the security system all week. Gina and Cherie hot and heavy in bed for their afternoon delight. Cherie laid back while Gina was on her hands and knees servicing her with that big dildo sticking up out of her ass from earlier in their romp.

'YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I roared.

Gina rolled over in the middle of Cherie's orgasm landing on the dildo in her ass making her screech as well.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU DO WHEN I'M NOT HOME? IS THIS CUNT WHY YOU AREN'T INTERESTED IN SEX ANY MORE?"

"Ken, it's not what..."

"IT'S NOT WHAT BITCH? IT'S NOT YOU EATING THAT FUCKING CUNT WITH A DILDO IN YOUR ASS YOU FUCKING DYKE?"

I threw the flowers at them and stormed out the front door slamming it open hard enough to put the knob through the closet door behind it.

"YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING DYKE! I HOPE YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND ARE HAPPY NOW!" I yelled back toward the house. I burned rubber down the block seeing Mrs. Anderson standing there with her hand over her mouth as Gina came out the front door holding a towel to her front. As soon as I made the corner I settled down to the speed limit and grinned all the way back into town. I wonder if in her haste she remembered she still had that dildo shoved up her ass?

The comical part of the last few months was realizing how little of me was in that house.

I already had the few clothes that I really wanted in a small suitcase and a hanging bag for most of my work clothes, and there were a few pictures of Gina and I on various vacations on the wall, but except for my tools in the garage and the kids pictures in the album there wasn't much I really wanted out of the house. My tools had been the first to go since I was working on tractors with Mike. All my stuff on the computer had been copied to another drive and that had been installed in a new tower over at the Tractor Barn. The photo album went the week before I went on my 'trip'.

I high tailed it down to a lawyer friends office after 'discovering' my wife cheating on me and laid out what 'I had just discovered', ranting on about finding out the woman I loved was in bed with another woman. 'Struggling' to remember the license plate of the car in the driveway. Downloading the week's worth of video from the house to the lawyers' computer. I had seen all the stuff of them planning my serving of the papers and what they were going to do with all the money from my Roth IRA. I scribbled on a piece of paper for him to make me a copy of today's video for my collection. He about came out of charter before I crumpled it and threw it I the trash.


Barbie Doll Ch. 01



Chas promised to see what he could do and he'd look into filing an alienation of affection suit against the woman if he could track her down and if there was enough on the videos. I told him I would bring his retainer by on Monday or Tuesday. We shook hands and I went out of his office and walked straight into his receptionist who liked to listen at open doors.

I had to grin, everything went according to plan.

While this was the first time I had met Chas in his office, he had been my 'barroom lawyer' for several months. All the things that needed fixing were legitimate things to be taken from the Roth. Some were for the house, some for Gina. The truck was for me, but that was only so I could give my car to my wonderful son going off to college since we bought one for Gloria when she went.

I stopped at the bank Monday and withdrew another ten thousand from the ROTH to cover lawyer and living expenses for the pending divorce. The bank clerk looked like she was going to create a fuss and try to stop me from withdrawing the money.

"She cheated on me." The clerk seemed a bit skeptical, "I came home early and found her in bed with her girlfriend." The woman was flabbergasted and very apologetic. I had just happened to pick the clerk with the prominent cross around her neck and various slightly religious things on her desk.

She was also kind enough to put a note on the accounts that there was a divorce pending and that an official freeze order would be coming. I told her to put five hundred in Gina's savings account before she did that and not to put the notice on the savings account so she would have some money to eat on. Another seed planted and a point scored.

Gina was served Wednesday, and Friday afternoon Cherie was served at her work.

"What's this?" Cherie asked the process server.

"That's what you get when you have an affair with another man's wife." She said on her way out the door. Chas just happened to pick a mouthy process server that had been screwed over before. My giving her permission to voice her sentiments at the time of serving didn't hurt.

Of course Gina's lawyer was hollering about the divorce papers, but when asked when he had first met Gina he clamed up, when he was told we had a weeks worth of wild sex and financial planning between the women he was steaming but controlling it.

Chas laid it out. She could agree to take the house and leave my pension alone since they were about the same value or it could go to a public trial. Gina threw a fit claiming there was more than that in my retirement. Chas laid out the statement showing the withdrawals and the reasons on the table beside the now larger equity loan balance on the house after her improvements. Gina bellowed about they weren't supposed to be paid from that. But they had been and she didn't have a leg to stand on.

When reminded if she went to court we would insist the video be played for the judge in open court she gave in. I also told her in front of her lawyer that we would put irreconcilable differences on the official paperwork, but if she ever said anything derogatory about me in our marriage to anyone, especially the kids, they would get an unedited copy of her week long escapade while I was out of town on a business trip.

"That's blackmail!" her lawyer shouted.

"That's giving her a chance to start over which is more than they were going to give him," Chas responded. "And it has the added bonus of being true and from her own mouth."

We signed paperwork and went our way. November of that year I 'sold' a tractor to Mike and was able to put back everything into my Roth that I had withdrawn that year. The fees to Chas were actually paid from what I had pulled for the various repairs prior to the end of the year, but since cash doesn't have account numbers who could really tell. It cost me a little tax money, but my retirement was all mine. It was up to the dykes to figure out if they should sell or keep the house. I never wanted to step foot in it again.

Gina did keep her word for a while on the divorce, but after an ear burning call from Gloria about my abusing her mother it was time for the truth to come out. I sent a CD to Curt to give to Gloria explaining that she wouldn't talk to me and to show her the CD of the truth of what happened.

There was a long pause, "What's on the CD dad?"

"Do you really want to know Curt?"

"Probably not but I think we're beyond that..." my son the law student.

I held my breath for a few seconds, "Your mother and someone else... in our bed." I said slowly and distinctly, not really wanting to tell my son his mother was a cheating dyke.

There was an even longer pause from his end, "I'll make sure she sees it," another pause, "Sorry Dad."

"Not your fault son..."

"Bye Dad..."

"Bye..." in all my years of shitty duties and calls, that was the hardest conversation I had ever had. I hated her all over again for forcing me to do it.

Gloria still didn't speak to me for another month, Curt said she quit speaking to Gina as well.

A few weeks after that I was in the middle of honing out a cylinder when I heard Mike whistle. I shut the drill down and looked up. "Hey Ken, somebody here to see you." I looked in time to see Gloria running toward me with open arms leaping at me. I dropped the drill and caught my baby girl, holding her as tight as I could.

"I'm sorry Daddy," I head muffled into my shoulder.

"For what?" letting her back a bit so I could look her in the face.

"For all those thing I said when Momma... when she..."

I pulled her back close, "Shhhhh, nothing to worry about."

"I take it you actually acknowledge knowing this old coot." I heard from behind us.

Gloria released her grip on me and slid down to her own two feet. "Mike, I'd like you to meet my baby girl Gloria."

She put a hand out to shake, "HI!" she turned slightly back to me, "And I'm not a baby any more."

Mike laughed, "Honey, to a father you will always be a baby girl."

Gloria just groaned.

We chatted a bit before Gloria turned to me and batted her eyes, "So where are you taking your baby girl out for dinner."

Mike chuckled and I groaned this time. "Go on Ken, that engine has been around for fifty years, another day or two won't make a difference."

"Okay," I turned to Gloria. "You want to wait down here while I run up and clean up and shower?"

"That's okay Dad, I can come up."

"Well uh..." trying to remember if I put some of my magazines back in the drawer or not.

Gloria grinned, "Dad, I'm in med school. I know where all the parts are and what there're for. And I've seen plenty of bachelor pads in college."

Mike almost fell down laughing, Gloria grinned at me. I made some kind of noise I'm sure. My baby in a bachelor pad...

Fast forward a few years.

Gloria is in her residency and Curt has a little over a year to go. Gina had to get a part time job even with Cherie moving in. Last I heard from the kids she had managed to sell the house and they were moving to Houston for Cherie's work. Seems she had a bit of a reputation for stealing women for some reason... Hmmmm

Mike and I have gotten quite a little business going with restoring tractors even if I'm only part time evenings and weekends. His talent for body and paint work and my engineering back ground and an unknown knack for old engines has started to come together. We only take on one or two at a time and they are done when they are done. Sometimes parts are easy to find, sometimes not so much. Once in a while we have to have a machine shop down the road make new parts from scratch. And since I have soooo much female companionship I usually work on tractors until I'm tired, go to bed, and start all over again the next day after work.

Oh and we never start anything without a HUGE deposit and ongoing payments when we get close to what is on deposit for that particular tractor things stop. More than once some one's eyes were bigger than their budget. The only one we ever finished without being fully paid was one we did for a guy that had his grandfathers tractor rebuilt to give to his dad. Hid dad passed away a few months before it was finished. We finished it and just presented it to him. There was no way we were going to nit pick over a few thousand dollars profit for that. Our expenses were covered and a little bit left over for the light bill, but that was all right with us.

And then there was Amy. I met Amy during a bout with my own cooking after dumping the latest gold digger and had to retreat to a local watering hole. She was a new face and nice enough looking, but not the big chest like Gina. Low cut top showing a bit of lace bra and mid thigh skirt. I enjoyed looking at her legs when she set the water down, and she had a nice wiggle to her ass as she walked away.

My cooking became worse and worse as I visited the diner more and more. Always waiting to see what section Amy was in and enjoying the view when I did trying for a corner booth for the best view when possible.

Her skirts were always above the knee, and the mid thigh one I first saw her in was the shortest she would wear at work. Tops were always revealing without being to brazen and usually letting a bit of lace show if she could get away with it. We had bantered a bit back and forth lately, with her giving me a hard time about my long dry spell lately with women. She knew part of the story about my divorce so it was just some light kidding.

That all changed the day after another bad blind date.

"Hey grumpy, what can I start you off with today?" she grinned down at me, "Coffee, tea, or me?"

I looked at her for a second, then down at her nice expanse of chest with a little bit of pink lace showing today and said back flat. "That last one sounds nice but I think Tom would have us arrested if I spread you out on the table here so I'll have to go with just my coffee."

"Oh...okay," and scurried off to get my coffee. She took my order and brought it to me without her usual chit chat.

As I was paying my bill, "Um Ken, about earlier, when I said... um..."

I managed to smile at her. "Nothing to worry about Amy, just another bad first date. Wonder what the prize is if I get a hundred of them?"

"You just haven't met a good one yet." She managed to smile back at me.

I kept smiling and shook my head, "The only one I know of for sure is my daughter and she still gets on my case."

She smiled back, but another customer behind me precluded any further conversation.

Or 'relationship' changed after that. Amy was a little more attentive when I came in. Touched and bumped a bit more, even lingered over my table a bit more giving me a few glimpses of more than just the edge of those lace bras.

Later for the homecoming parade I was driving Mike's old full vision John Deere tractor behind a few of the car club entries. We were waived into position and off we went. It was pure torture to be behind the old classics with every body in them dressed up. The guys in white t-shirts and greased hair, the girls in their cotton shirts and poodle skirts. I just followed and enjoyed the view as they twisted and turned waving to the people along the road giving me the nicest profile I had seen live in a long time.

Unfortunately I had to pull off when we got to the park, the tractors were going to be on display for the weekend. We got everything set and roped off. Mike went one way with Veronica, I went toward the entrance looking for Matt to give me a ride back to the shop.

I waited and paced for about half an hour then just started walking. It was only three miles to the shop, and if I had just started walking from the beginning I would have been there by now. I had made it about a quarter of a mile when an old Chevy truck pulled over and a head popped out. I should have taken it as a sign she drove a Chevy.

"You lost or something?" It was Amy.

"Naaa," I grinned at her smiling face, "Matt was supposed to run me back to the shop but he didn't show. So it's good old shoe leather."

"He's probably following Marie around like a puppy dog. Hop in, I'll give you a lift."

I hoped in and enjoyed the view as much as the ride. Evidentially Amy was one of the girls in the old cars. Cotton shirt and poodle skirt letting a fair amount of leg show. She grinned and I watched for the few minutes it took to get to the shop.

Amy came in supposedly to use the bathroom, but more like snooping around while she could. I decided against a shower knowing she was nosing around downstairs and just put some fresh clothes on and headed back downstairs.

I found Amy nosing around the shop taking an interest in my tool cabinet.

Mike had his decorated with various centerfolds that left little if nothing to the imagination.

Mine I guess reflected my youth. I had a few copies of some nose art, and a few from one of my magazines taped inside the lid. My favorite of a brunette with her hair done up in the big curls in a super pointed lace bra with matching panties and wide garter belt looking like she was taking her stockings off front and center. The one behind it out of view was the same pose but minus everything, only her strategically crossed legs hid most of her pussy hair and NONE of her chest.

Amy saw me coming and smiled, "Not quite what I was expecting."

"So I should get some like Mike's?"

Amy bumped her shoulder to me, "Na, they suit you. Glamour instead of slut."

"Glamour huh? Never looked at it like that."

"I bet not. And just how did you look at them?"

Oh she's ornery. "More like when women that wanted to be looked at dressed to be looked at. Those that didn't didn't, and neither whined and complained about the comments and looks they got or didn't get much less sued you for checking them out."

That earned me a raised eyebrow and a grunt. "So you ready to head back in?"

"I'll meet you there, I have all the chairs and table and stuff to set up around the tractors in my truck."

"Okay, see ya there." She strolled back out to her pickup with a nice swinging of the hips, I enjoyed the view of her doing that.

I got things set up around the tractors, and Matt came back with his arm around Marie to apologize for forgetting to give me a ride. I had to grin, I'd forget about me too if I had a babe in a skimpy bikini top and daisy duke shorts clinging to my arm. And there was definitely no lining in that little bikini top!

Amy decided to stay in her top and skirt, but opted to trade the fancy shoes in for regular tennis shoes. She stopped by several times, and once when all the chairs were full she decided to stay for a bit and plopped down on my lap and pulled my arms around her belly, then snuggled in and pulled one arm up under her tits letting my forearm take some of the weight of them.

She sat there a bit, even leaning back against my shoulder giving me an unobstructed view down her cleavage seeing quite a bit of that lace bra but not any of the good parts. She seemed to enjoy squirming on my lap noting my enjoyment of the view poking her butt though.

The next few visits were almost as friendly, and there was a few more buttons undone on the last visit. "So what are we having supper? Corn dogs or Bar-B-Q?"

The thought of Amy nibbling on a corn dog went straight to my crotch. "I think some Bar-B-Q sound wonderful."

I should have went with the corn dogs, watching Amy enjoy her pulled pork sandwich was arousing, and the big drop of sauce in her cleavage made me realize how long it had been between 'girlfriends'. Her grin when she wiped it and licked it off her fingers said she knew EXACTLY what she was doing.

A few weeks later after enjoying my dinner watching Amy work, she slipped something in with my check. I looked down to see the back side of a Polaroid. I glanced around to see if anybody was looking, then slowly turned it over. It was Amy, dressed in a sweater and poodle skirt, but with a very pointed bra and letting some stocking top, I hope, show like the picture on the side of my tool box.

I had to go home and relieve a little tension staring at her picture in that outfit. I taped the picture up inside my tool box but kinda out of sight. Made me grin when I looked at it. I was just beginning to be able to look at Amy at the diner without getting a hardon when she presented me with another upside down Polaroid with my check. I didn't think twice about turning it over assuming it was another 'glamour' picture like the first one.

What I saw made me start choking on my coffee. It was the same outfit and pose... almost. The sweater was missing and she was now showing a nice old fashioned pointed bra containing a not insignificant chest as she was lowering her skirt letting the top of her panties begin to show. I looked at her walking away, she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. If I hadn't just choked on my coffee I probably would be choking on it again.

Now I'm not a decrepit old man, but never in a million years would I have expected a beautiful thirty eight year old woman would take an interest in a guy coming up on his fiftieth birthday. The shirtless retro polaroid in my hand suggested I could be wrong about that. Either that or Mike was playing a REALLY sick joke.

"Hey Ken, see something you like?" Amy asked as she leaned over to top off my water. She stayed bent over turning to look at me letting her shirt gap open in front of my face. I looked down her shirt to see an old fashioned pointed bra. I looked back and forth a few times, then looked her in the eye as she stood up. "Want something to nibble on?"

Amy giggled as I looked between her chest and the picture, then walked away with her ass swinging like she was trying to shake her skirt off. I think I could rule Mike out...

The next few weeks Amy made a point of changing the subject any time I got anywhere near the subject of her outfit or even close to retro lingerie. But she did seem to be taking quite some pleasure in wearing white pocketless tops and leaning back enough to let me know she was wearing one of those retro bras under it. Pink, yellow, white, white lace... was that a shadow of nipple I saw behind that lace?

That torture lasted a few weeks before the next polaroid was slipped into my check. I did NOT flip this one over quickly.

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Amy standing in front of a beige back drop, turned enough to see the seams running up the back of her stockings while those white lace encased pointers were in PERFECT profile. I knew they were stockings for sure this time because the skirt had went the way of her sweater and was completely gone.

I looked up to see Amy standing against the kitchen door in almost the same pose as the picture. It went up next to her other pictures in my tool box lid. Okay, not right away, I had to put it under a magnifying glass first to see if there were any details I had missed.

If those weeks were torture I don't know what to call the days after that picture. Whenever I came in she would trade tables away from me. I could watch her ass wiggle and her chest jiggle from a distance but that's it. I took it for ten days and switched restaurants, the pictures went into the bottom drawer under my engine manual. No more games from Amy.

The biggest pain was the new restaurant. The old place was a true restaurant, the new one was more like trying to be a sports bar. TV's on the wall, rowdy youngsters by the middle of the afternoon, good luck trying to hear yourself think after seven...

"Hi Ken."

I looked up to see Amy, "Hi Amy." I went back to my chili, one of the things they did better here. She sat down across from me, still wearing the pointed bra she had been teasing me with. I looked at her every so often between bites.

"Are you mad at me Ken?"

I looked at her finishing my bite, "Mad, no. Disappointed maybe, but not mad."




Barbie Doll Ch. 01



"About what?"

I had to think a bit, "That I could really believe you could want to be with an old man like me..."

"You're not old."

"Just old enough for you to have your fun with."

"Fun..."

"Well I hope it wasn't for spite."

"What are you talking about?"

"The outfits, the pictures. I've had enough women playing games in my life, I don't need any more." Amy just looked at me like I was going to say more. No sense in that, she had her fun and now the jig was up.

Amy shook her head and got up out of her chair, "What if I wasn't playing." She leaned over and gave me a kiss, the first real kiss I had from her, then walked out the door. I sat there for a minute trying to regain my composure. I almost missed the Polaroid sitting in front of me. I wanted to flip it over, hoping that I had been wrong, that hope against hope that maybe...

I turned it over and froze. Amy in front of the same back drop, but minus the bra and panties. Only the stockings and garter remained. She was turned enough to show the side of her tit but not her nipple, a bit of pussy hair but just barely.

I really fucked up. Maybe it was time to let the Gina problems go... And yet I DIDN'T fuck up. I took things as presented. No games, no hints, no intrigue. Just the facts... WOMEN!

I went home and crawled into one of my journals. Sometime in the middle of the night I crawled into bed. I muddled through the day and picked up a stack of frozen pizza's on the way home.

Work, tractor repair, nibble on some pizza along the way, sleep, repeat.

By the end of the week I had the new wiring harness installed. I made the last few connections Friday evening. A long hot shower and kick back on the deck with an old bottle of single malt. I watched the sun go down as the bottle went down...

I woke with the morning sun coming over the horizon behind me. I flipped the blanket off and headed for the bathroom. Coming through the living room I realized why I didn't remember getting a blanket. Laying on her side on the couch was Amy in pink panties and a t-shirt. I had to stare for a moment at the sight of her nipples making a nice bump in the t-shirt with a hint of dark areola circle showing. The curve of her hip crossed by that thin strip to the little triangle covering her pussy.

I took a bit closer look as I put the blanket on the floor back over her. That required a bit of a delay in the bathroom stroking to the memory of that bump of nipple inches away. Wasting another load into some tissue imagining what it would be like to leave it in her tight, I imagined, pussy.

I opened the bathroom door to a grinning Amy, "Get everything worked out in there?"

I just smiled and let her have the bathroom.

I started the coffee pot and pulled a reasonable clean pair of jeans on. Amy came out watching me watching her, her t-shirt now covering a bit more, but not completely hiding that pink.

"Coffee?" I asked holding up the pot.

"Please," she said a bit quickly.

I poured her a cup and she took a hot gulp, "Mmmmm, I needed that." She looked a bit embarrassed at saying that out loud.

We sat and sipped, neither one of us saying a word. I finally broke, "So what are you doing here?"

"I hadn't seen you for a while, wanted to make sure you were okay."

I let her stew a bit, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why check on me? You've had your fun. Teased an old man, got him wound up thinking you took an interest in him. Want to see if I'll go for another round or something?"

"TEASED!" she came back.

"Sure, you snuggle up against me after the parade, drop some nice polaroids on me, then avoid me like the plague when I stop in to see you. What else would you call it?"

"Well..."

"Amy, you're a beautiful woman. And if you enjoy playing and teasing there are probably plenty of guys out there that would thoroughly enjoy that. But not me, I've had too much of those games and I'm too old and too tired of it to go another round of that."

"So I'm not worth chasing?" she said with a bit of an edge in her voice trying one of those questions that would trip up a younger man.

"Avoiding me doesn't tell me you want to be chased, it says leave me alone."

"But..."

"You run too far or too fast you don't get chased, you get left alone."

She sat there with a blank look on her face.

I got up and rinsed my cup and grabbed a fresh t-shirt on my way downstairs not saying another word. Hell it was just an old guys fantasy of a young babe any way.

Did some testing on my installation, tightened a few connections, fixed a swapped connection, and fired the tractor up. Gauges and most of the lights worked, a few bad bulbs later and it was time to hand this one off to Mike.

Somewhere along the way Amy left. I putzed with other projects over the weekend and life went back to 'normal'. Normal being work, tractors, and supper. Sometimes my own, sometimes one of the diners.

I did stop back in the diner a few times, sometimes getting Amy's section sometimes not. We were pleasant, but the spark wasn't there any more. Amy enjoyed the hunt, or more precisely being hunted. I hope she found someone that enjoyed the hunt and didn't run a good one off in the process...

The next few years were more of the same. A few dates here and there. Some ladies my age looking for a sugar daddy, a few more young ones also looking for a sugar daddy since everyone around knew I worked days for Boeing. There were a few here and there that got beyond the first few dates, and even one that lasted almost six months. But since I wasn't ready to get married on her schedule she moved on to greener pastures. Seems she thought her pussy was golden, instead of just gold plated.

Back to current day.

The last few months have been interesting.

After loosing another contract to Airbus this spring, Boeing was offering buyouts to more than just the executives. I held out through the first round and got a little bump in the second round. Retired at fifty five.

With both of us around full time we competed our current project several weeks ahead of schedule. I had also been talking with Mike about retiring from the tractor business.

I didn't really have anyone left in the area since Gloria and Curt were on the east coast, and Gina and Cherie had actually moved back. We talked about it being a 'see what happens' kind of thing, but I think we both knew I probably wouldn't be back. Especially after running into the dynamic duo at the mall a few weeks back.

Shortly after I started working with Mike I had purchased an F-750 toy hauler from an insurance auction after it had a fire. It had a huge sleeper that bordered on something more like part of a camper. Between and around jobs I got it back into shape and even made some modern improvements borrowing ideas from modern campers and we had been able to deliver our own tractors for the last year and a half instead of having to contract it out.

After the buy out I had indulged my inner child and sold the F-150 and picked up a VW bug trike conversion. It was a nice one that wasn't a quick chop together job, it had a nice faring and a bit of an enclosure around and under so I could drive it in misty drizzly weather to get home instead of having to pull over under a bridge and done rain gear just to make the last mile or so. The guy selling it thought it was a great selling point so my wife could ride with me... WOMEN!

So here I was cruising down the road with my load behind me. A crate on the front over the king pin with my big tool box and other belongings in it and my trike behind that under a tarp. Back over the axles was our latest project, and old John Deere D, also tarped. The tractor was to be delivered just north east of Nashville. Beyond that I would go where the wind and my retirement money took me.

Wild women here I come!

I liked driving the toy hauler, it sat high enough that I had a nice view down into the vehicles beside me, legs and cleavage were a nice distraction.

Cruising through Seattle chuckling at all the cars and trucks around me in a hurry, always needing to be somewhere five minutes ago. That was me before retirement. Making up stories in my head to go along with the charters behind the wheel.

Saw one buzzing by that I didn't have to make up a story for. A nice little hatch back with a Whidbey Island sticker on the windshield and commanders rank sticker on the back. Car packed with boxes and stuff and two sea bags strapped to the roof. Woman driving with the radio blaring and a young boy in the passenger seat oblivious to the world around him with his ear buds in and some kind of game the center of his attention. Somebody got a new posting and this was the load of stuff you didn't trust to the movers.

Traffic was thickening up and slowing down as I approached the center of town, and miracle of miracles I had a convertible next to me. And not just the lovely woman driving but an equally beautiful babe in the passenger seat. The two of them chatting away oblivious to everything except the slow traffic.

As we made the exit to go east things got even better. The blond in the passenger seat tossed her jacket in the back seat and then leaned over and rummaged in a duffel in the back. She excitedly came out with a few scraps of cloth... bikinis!

The next few miles were pure torture. The two blonds proceeded to give me a true voyeur delight.

The passengers skirt came off, then the pantyhose, leaving her in her skimpy red panties. She reached up behind her inside her top to release her bra, her chest noticeably sagging as she did.

Then it was straps down the sleeves followed by the bra up and out the neckline and cupping and squeezing her tits thoroughly enjoying being bra free and the massage she was giving herself. The top was the fully unbuttoned and the bikini top hung around her neck. While she reached around to tie it before removing her top it didn't settle quite in place right away letting a nice pink nipple show until she settled it in place.

The next part almost distracted me enough to run into the car in front of me. She lifted her hips and slid her skimpy panties down revealing her shaved pussy, and lifted her hips again as she slid her bikini bottoms up. I nearly came in my shorts.

She held the wheel while the driver did the same. And even though she blocked my view of the good parts, black lace bra and panties being tossed into the back seat filled in the void. The passenger did make up for it though, when the driver put her hands back on the wheel the passenger cupped the drivers tit and tweaked a nipple making the driver squeak and bat her hand away.

I think they would have gone on for a bit if my airbrakes hadn't chose that time to purge. They both jumped, the driver shaking a finger at the blushing passenger covering her face with her hands. She quickly found a gap and got a few car lengths away from me. As traffic began to speed up she did at least look over her shoulder and smile.

Once outside the metro I had to pull into a truck stop and relieve a little pressure the two blonds had built up. It didn't help I had been without regular female companionship for about four months. I did have to chuckle on my way in, the little hatch back that had buzzed by me was parked next to the curb dividing the truck and car areas with the hood up and the young commanders wife on the phone. Nothing like a little car trouble to make new posting moves a bitch.

I relieved myself to the memory of the bikini change and that shaved pussy arched up in the sunshine and then managed to take a piss without painting the wall. Grabbed one of those little pre-made blueberry pies from the rack on the way out, you see apple and cherry all the time but not many places stock the blueberry, I grabbed a few extras for the road just in case.

I was walking back to the truck swinging towards the hatch back to see if I could get a little glimpse of the commanders' wife along the way. From what I saw from a distance heading inside she had a nice behind.

The hood was still up, but she was now sitting on the curb with her head on her arms crossed on her knees, and it sounded like she was crying.

God did she have to be crying, I can't stand to hear a woman cry...

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"Same shit different day." I heard a bit muffled.

"Anything I can do to help?"

Her head came up and she had definitely been crying, "Not unless you can waive a magic wand over this turd and turn it back into a vehicle," waiving toward the hatch back.

"Well I've turned a wrench or two in my day. I could take a look at least."

That got the barest of smiles, "Would you mind?"

I smiled back and turned towards the car, even as I got close I knew it was probably terminal. I could smell HOT, as in scorched oil and cooked antifreeze. The only good / bad part was that it wasn't spraying or dripping. I passed my hand over the radiator and engine, and both were hotter than they should have been.

"I'm going to grab a few things from my truck, I'll be right back." I headed back to the truck and grabbed a rag and my penlight. I pretty much knew what I was going to find but I was going to check anyway.

When I came back she was leaned over through the passenger window talking with her boy, I slowed down and admired that ass safely hidden behind my sun glasses. Under the hood I folded up my rag and removed the radiator cap, no pressure... NOT GOOD. Shining the light down in revealed what I suspected. Oil and water don't mix, or at least they are not supposed to.

"So what's the verdict?"

I turned to the commanders' wife...

OH MY FUCKING GOD! LOOK AT THOSE HUGE TITS ON A SKINNY GIRL. HAD TO BE SOCCER BALL SIZE AT LEAST!

"Huh?"

"The turd. Will it recover?"

I tried to look her in the eye and ever thankful I still had my sunglasses on. She wasn't showing much cleavage, but with those monsters it didn't take much to make a nice view.

"That depends on how deep your pocket book is and how much of a hurry you are to get to your next posting."

"Next posting..." I tapped the Whidbey Island sticker on her windshield. "Oh we're not... I'm not... that is...Umm."

"Oh, sorry..." man am I good at stepping in things.

The boy stuck his head out the window, "How long 'til supper Mom, I'm hungry!"

"That depends on what your grandfather says." She pulled out her phone and dialed, putting it on speaker after she did.

"Hello," an older woman answered.

"Hey, me again. I got someone to take a look at the car, is he around?"

"Hang on, I'll go drag the old jarhead out of the machine shop." There was the sound of the phone being put on the counter and a screen door slamming in the back ground. A few minutes later the door sounded again and the phone picked up.

"Hey punkin', what's the verdict?"

"Hey gramps, I got..." she looked at me.

"Ken."

"I got Ken to take a look, and it doesn't sound promising."

"What do you think Ken?"

"Not good sir, oil in the water."

"Damn, I was afraid of that when she said it sounded like my old duce and a half. If it was close I'd fix it myself, but way out there isn't worth hauling it all the way here. Wish that squid had taken better care of that car."

"Hey, I resemble that..." I said with a chuckle.

"Oh god, not another lifer," he responded with an exaggeration.

"No sir, did my stint as a kid and got out."

"Thank god for small miracles," he chuckled.

There was a bit of silence, "Ken, you don't know us from Adam, and I wouldn't blame you for saying no. But do you think you could see your way clear to get them and their stuff on a bus for me. I'll make arrangements on this end to get her back here."

"Where's here?"

"Little town you've never herd of about half an hour north of Madison."

Shit, that was several days drive by yourself, more than a week and a half on a bus with all the stops. And I did have to make a stop near Sioux Falls. And then there was those HUGE tits... the ways of a dirty old mans' mind...

"I think I can figure something out. We'll let you know."

"Are we still going to see old fateful?" her boy hollered out the window.

She turned to the little boy, "Old FAITHFUL, and probably not. It's going to be a long trip back on the bus from the looks of things."

"Awww mannnn."

"JJ, what does your grandpa say?"

"Adapt and overcome."

"That's right..."

"That's no fun..." he said sliding back in the car. I had to chuckle, JJ reminded me of Curt when he was young.

I turned back to the commanders' wife, "Um Miss..."

"Barbra."

"Well Barbra, I have an idea I'll run by you. If you don't like it I'll still take you to the bus depot, but I wouldn't put my worst enemy through a week and a half plus bus ride."

"A week and a half?"

I nodded, "Or more depending on stops and changeovers."

"Oh fuck..." she looked me over wondering what I was offering. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'm on my way to Nashville via Sioux Falls, I could get you pretty close even without any detours."

Barbra crossed her arms over her ample chest, "And in return?"

I kicked my head back laughing, "Nothing sinister I assure you. You can snap a picture of me and my license plate and send it off to whoever you want. I get someone besides myself for at least the first half of my journey to talk to. I can get pretty boring if I do say so myself."

Barbra snorted, then laughed a little, "Almost as bad as talking to a six year old."

"Been there, done that."

"It'll be a bit crowded with all three of us..."

"If I was driving a regular rig, yes. Come take a look. Either way I have to get you to the bus depot."

"I guess."

Barbra followed me around a bunch of other rigs to my baby.

"Oh wow..."

"Not bad huh? I refurbed her myself, came out pretty good I think."

I opened the side door and let her step up and in, and happened to get a chance to admire that lovely ass in those tight jeans again from inches away. Snuggled up tight in her crotch between those cheeks and no signs of panty lines either! Was that a little camel toe I saw from the back?

Barbra looked around as I pointed out the amenities. "Frig behind the drivers seat, little sink, three burner stove, dinky oven, micro above, even has indoor plumbing." Opening the door to reveal the little stool in a closet.

"Everything but a shower."

"You're standing on it."

She looked down.

"Pan in the floor that lifts out if you want to use it," pointing to the shower head and controls on the wall behind her.

"So you can shower out in front of everybody?" she said rolling her eyes.

"Sure if you're an exhibitionist, I just never use it. I just take one at the truck stops when I fill up."

"Oh..." she said blushing a bit.

"And just in case you're worried, I have my bunk down here." pointing to the bottom queen. "There's another up here," pulling my hanging clothes to one side to reveal the top twin. "And if you really feel the need to get away from me there's the little one above the cab," pulling back the curtain from the little wedge bunk.

Barbra looked around, settling down in the two seat table between the passenger seat and the side door, "And you're sure we won't be a problem?"

"Better than talking to myself..."

"You got a deal," holding out her hand. I shook it and some how managed to not look down at her jiggling chest, I LIED, I stared as much as my sunglasses would let me get away with! "So where do we put all of our stuff?"

"Easiest would be to just put your car up on the back of the trailer."

"It won't turn over."

"Not a problem, I'm used to having to load things that don't run, I put a winch on the front of the trailer a long time ago."

"You're a regular boy scout aren't you?"

"Mmmmm, even if I wish I wasn't some days."




Barbie Doll Ch. 01



The raised eyebrow told me I had said that out loud.

Barbra went back to her car as I pulled the rig around in front of her car. One of the truck stop guys was going to say something until he saw Barbra waiving me back. We gained a bit of an audience when I uncovered the D, you don't see a steel wheel tractor looking like it rolled off the showroom floor very often.

"Where are the tires?" JJ asked.

"They didn't have tires that big back then," Barbra responded. "They made the big wheels with the spikes to dig into the ground."

"Cool!"

I released the cable drum and slid the hook under my crate and the trike, JJ got it and struggled to pull it back to the tractor... just like Curt would have done at that age.

I released the chains and got the tractor hooked, Barbra manned the winch while I was on the Tractor. It didn't take much, but spike steel wheels just don't roll. Once the tractor was re-chained and covered I lowered the beaver tail and we pulled the winch all the way out, and with the addition of another chain we got her little hatch back up on the trailer... with JJ pointing and riding shotgun all the way up.

With Barbra's car tied down and the roof bags transferred to the truck we hit the road, having killed most of the afternoon. I only went about half an hour down the road before pulling off the interstate into a small town.

"What's up?"

"It's not pulling right. I'm going to have to shift things around a bit to redistribute the weight."

"Shit, I'm sorry we're putting you through all this."

"Not a biggie. It's close, but not close enough to be coming down the other side of the mountains tomorrow. Have to swap your car and my trike."

Barbra got wide eyed and her mouth went to a silent 'OH' when I said coming down the mountains.

We went into town a bit and I spied a gravel lot to pull into. You don't unload a steel wheel D on concrete without messing it up, and it will tear asphalt like it isn't even there.

I uncovered everything, Barbra eyeing my trike, and fired up the D to let it warm up while I got things loose. I unchained her car and lowered the beaver tail, released the parking brake and it rolled off and back away from the trailer real nice.

The D was warmed up and I dropped it into gear a little over idle. My audience had grown while it was idling and grins all around as I backed it down and parked it beside her car.

Now the audience had split in two, the old timers watching me and the D, the younger guys watching Barbra. I would too if I wasn't working. A couple of them were being a bit of a pest and I was about to run interference as I was backing the trike down.

"Hey honey, I'm going to walk over to the store. You want me to get anything in particular?"

The three hounding her looked between us, she winked when they were looking my direction.

"How are we doing on Oysters?"

"Is that all you think about?" giggling.

"Hard not to."

Barbra rolled her eyes at me. "JJ's in the cab still glued to his game. I'll be back in a bit." The young pups soon left a bit dejected.

"She's with you???" one of the older guys asked.

I just smiled and shrugged, let them think what they wanted, but the idea of having Barbra under me was not a bad one, not bad at all. Even if she was about the same age as Gloria...

I let her car roll up to the back of the trailer, and with one of the other guys manning the winch controls I got it up front and chained down.

Barbra was coming back with two shopping bags as I was walking back to the idling D, "What kind of pie do you want for desert tonight honey?" she said in a sugary voice as she kept walking right up to the truck.

I groaned and the guys chuckled.

I pulled the D up on the trailer and got it chained down. I was finishing getting it tarped and I was getting hungry, somebody had a grill fired up near by and it smelled GOOD!

By the time I got the trike loaded, chained, and tarped my stomach was growling. Going to have to find a pace to pull into and get something to eat SOON.

The closer I got to the cab the stronger the smell was. When I opened the side door it was pure heaven.

"'Bout time you got in here." Barbra got up and put a burger and some chips on a plate and handed it to me and pushed me towards the table. She bent over to the little fridge, "What do you want to drink?"

I was thinking her, but managed to stammer out, "Water would be nice."

I looked around at the pan on the stove and the dishes in front of us. "How?"

"Pan and stuff from the Good Will, meat and stuff from the store," like it was so simple.

I just smiled and ate.

I was about half way done with my burger and JJ was finished when Barbra asked, "So when you rebuilt this thing why didn't you make it so you could close the door when you're on the toilet?"

I was going to say something when I saw JJ holding his hand over his mouth grinning. I crooked my finger to him to come over to my side of the table. Just as expected he slithered down under and came up beside me. I leaned over and whispered to him. He got wide eyed and looked at the bathroom door and giggled.

"What?" Barbra asked looking between us.

"Go on," I told him.

JJ snaked back down under the table and over to the bathroom door, then with a big grin on his face he grabbed the little black handles on either side of the bathroom door, as opposed to the silver door handle, pressed the button in the center of each handle... and pulled the side walls and door out two feet.

Barbra looked back and forth between me and a grinning JJ. "MEN!"

I gave JJ a high five as he came by to climb back up into the wedge bunk.

I finished my burger watching Barbra wash the pan and their dishes, saying thanks for the meal as I handed her my plate. I turned to see JJ staring down at the little screen in his hand and grinned.

"JJ, pause your game and let me see it."

He looked between me and Barbra then handed it to me. I flipped it around to look at the connections, then went to a drawer of various cables above the fridge. A little pawing through them got me the one I wanted. I plugged one end to his game and the other into the panel below the flat screen. Turned the flat screen on and selected the proper input and his game was now up on the nineteen inch monitor instead of the little screen. Like I said, I upgraded things a bit.

"AWESOME!" he shouted and flipped around putting a pillow under him and going right back at it.

"Now we'll never get him away from that game..."

I just smiled and shrugged, "There's worse things for him to be doing." Barbra just rolled her eyes. "I want to get a ways down the road yet tonight. You mind?"

"It's your truck."

We got back on the road, and I got glimpses of Barbra unloading a few things from their bags, putting my few hanging things down on the curtain rod for my bunk and hanging a few of her own up there, might have even been some little lacy things in there... Putting a few things for JJ up beside him making her stand right beside me, her jean encased pussy just inches from my nose.

Once she had things somewhat to her satisfaction she sat down in the passenger seat. She just looked at me for a bit, "So why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Give us a lift, hell a place to stay even."

I looked at her a bit, "Well it looked like you had seen some bad times and needed a break. I don't know what your story is and even though I'd like to know I know some stories are better left unsaid for a while."

"Kinda like that picture on your visor."

I looked up and one of the last happy pictures I had of me and the kids. One old enough to still have the white border around it, and the reminder of the end folded under so I wouldn't have to see Gina. "Yeah, something like that."

We rode in silence for a while, broken only by the noises and sounds of JJ playing his game above us. "Well I guess I better warm up some water so I can have a sponge bath tonight."

"You don't want a regular shower?"

"Well unless you have them hidden somewhere I didn't come across any shower curtains."

I saw the billboard for a Pilot station coming up so I grabbed the CB, "Break one nine, looking for anyone at the Pilot that has an extra shower coupon to spare."

"Who's askin'"

"Hey guy, this is J D one, had a break down up the road so I don't need fuel but need to wash a few layers off."

There was a bit of silence, then "Sure, come on down to the East end, Mayflower thirteen twenty one. What you driving?"

"F-750 toy hauler."

"Oh a pretty boy."

I was about to respond when Barbra took the mike from my hand, "Now be nice or I'll have to come over there and spank you... unless of course that's what you really want..."

There were some cat calls and whistles back on the radio.

"See you in a little bit Mayflower," followed by a loud smooch before releasing the mike.

I just shook my head, "You are ornery..."

"Who little old me?" batting her eyelashes.

We pulled in and around to the parking area, and a slightly overweight driver got out and met Barbra to give her the shower coupon. She said something that got him flustered and he headed back to his truck rather quickly. She didn't say anything but grinned all the way back to the truck.

I told her about entering the code the fuel desk would give her on the keypad beside the shower door and to take her stuff and an extra towel for JJ just in case. "Call me when you're about done so I can come in and take mine. Some places the code is good for a certain amount of time so you can come and go, others it's a one time and you're locked out after the first entry."

"Yes dear." She said with a grin, I just had to shake my head.

I picked up a bit while I waited, and shut the flat screen off that JJ was using so the game image didn't burn in. I saw his stuff spread out, but I also noticed something else. He had some brochures from Yellowstone, Devils Tower and a few other places spread out. It reminded me of what he asked Barbra when we first met. And it wasn't like I was in any big hurry...

I pulled my cell phone out and dialed.

"Hello."

"Hey Don, its Ken."

"What's up guy, you on the road already?"

"Just left this morning, but I ran into a bit of a speed bump and have a question."

"Shoot."

"Well I was planning on stopping off to look at another project on the way out, and a few other things have popped up that would add a few stops and delay me a bit. Would it be a problem to push the delivery back around the original date?"

"No, no problem at all."

"Thanks Don, I appreciate it."

"Hey Ken?"

"Yeah."

"Is she cute?"

"Ummmm..."

I heard Don chuckling on the other end, "as long as it gets here before the show I'm happy. Enjoy the trip," and hung up.

I had to grin at what I imagined Don was thinking because I was thinking it myself. It was only an old mans fantasy but what the hell. I only got to fantasize a few minutes when Barbra called and said JJ was going in and my turn was next. I grabbed my bag with an extra towel in it and headed in after shutting the truck down.

I knocked on the door, "Did you leave me any hot water?"

Barbra opened the door with hair still damp, her chest still encased in that massive bra, but now wearing a tank top instead of a t-shirt letting a fair amount of tan lace show. "Of course dear, it isn't always necessary to take a cold shower." She smiled and gave me a quick unexpected kiss and winked at the shower attendant as she and JJ went by taking the keys out of my hand.

She was enjoying being a tease, but unlike Amy I knew it and it would only be a few days so why not enjoy it. I got in the hot shower thinking about Barbra being in here before me soaping that lovely body with just a hint of her shampoo still in the air and decided to loose a load on the wall imagining it was her chest instead.

I thought I had relieved all the tension until I picked up the towels off the floor and got a whiff of her shampoo again but stronger. Remembering those lace encased tits and releasing another small load into the toilet thinking about spraying it all over those tits again, what can I say I like BIG tits.

I managed to get dressed and back out to the truck, but was wondering what was going on with the marker lights on. I came in to see Barbra trying to find things using her cell phone for a flash light, only the twelve volt light above the sink on. I chuckled and hit the generator start switch beside the door. A few seconds later the lights came up to reveal an interesting face on Barbra. JJ just scrambled up to the bunk with out a word but grinning like he wanted to say something.

I reached up to the dash and shut the lights off and pulled the key. I turned and opened my mouth to say something but was met with a finger. "Not one word mister... not... one... word." Barbra grabbed one of her wine coolers from the fridge and climbed up to the bunk and pulled the curtain behind her. It was a nice ass... even if it was in shorts.

I shut down the generator but left two twelve volt LED lights on to give them something to see by if they got up in the night. JJ got up once in the night but didn't bother to pull the sides out to pee, Barbra got up a little later and did pull the sides. I enjoyed a little braless jiggle of those beauties as she climbed back up. If I was alone I probably would have gotten up to relieve myself, but as it stood I just went to sleep with the image of her braless and imagining her topless...

I heard movement and rolled over to a wonderful sight. Barbra pulling her jeans up over her pink thong and wiggling to get them up between her cheeks standing right outside my bunk. I watched her through the break in the curtain as she went about making breakfast, seeing her move almost without thought from one task to another before calling out "Breakfast is ready."

I slipped my shorts on and crawled out.

"Bacon and scrambled eggs, no toast unless you're hiding the toaster as well," getting a challenging stare.

I smiled and held up hands in surrender, "Nope, no toaster. I usually just..."

"I know, just hit the restaurant," shaking her head. "I'll just add it to the list."

"List?" I asked before taking a bite of eggs. Mmmm, something about fresh cooked eggs. And a bite of bacon, not too limp and not too crumbly, just right.

"Yeah, the Wal-Mart list. We get near one you can pull into to make a pit stop, some time today preferably."

"What else is on the list?"

"Besides a shower curtain just a few essentials."

I held up two fingers while enjoying my bacon.

"Two shower curtains?"

"Inner and an outer with the towel hook in between."

Barbra looked up at the ceiling above the pan and the wall beside the valves. "Oh, okay, that makes sense." I smiled and she rolled her eyes at me.

We finished breakfast and I went to get dressed. I pulled my shirt on and dropped my shorts to pull my jeans on. Barbra shrieked. "What?" I said.

"You're... you're," she looked down at my legs.

I stepped into my pants as she watched my bare ass, "Sorry, I'm used to living alone."

"NOOOO!"

Barbra finished up with the dishes as I made the rounds on the trailer checking chains and straps while the diesel warmed up. I know that you're not supposed to have to do that with the new engines, but a little diesel is worth a lot of peace of mind.

While Barbra was seeing to JJ, I programmed Yellowstone in the Garmin and turned the volume down so she didn't realize where we were going. I had to smile as we approached the mountains. It had been a long time since I had taken a real vacation. I think Disneyland was the last of them, and that was more visiting theme parks than a family vacation.

We chatted about this and that, taking in the lovely scenery going by. I was also taking in her profile, bouncing and jiggling with the road. Watching her walk to and from the bathroom with a nice little wiggle and an even better keyhole!

We stopped at Wal-Mart and she got her necessities, mainly a few groceries and some things from the ladies section while JJ and I were sent off to get a toaster and some shower curtains. I got 'the look' when she saw a clear and a white with clear top.

"No lights in the shower. Unless you like showering in the dark?" I asked with a wink. She went a bit pink at that implied statement.

We made JJ's day by stopping at Pizza Hut for lunch. Seems the desert bar was part of the lunch buffet and he couldn't get enough of the cinnamon sticks... with the pure sugar glaze.

"You know he'll be bouncing off the walls this afternoon."

"Yeah, but he'll sleep good tonight. I was thinking about driving a while this evening depending on how far we get. I was hoping to get past Missoula before we call it a night."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Not really unless you've got a Class A license in there somewhere."

Barbra pulled her top out and looked down, "Nope, been a long time since they were an A."

I just dropped my head to my arms on the table and groaned. I looked back up to see her with a wide grin. "Just make sure everything is closed or secured, we'll be heading into the mountains in about half an hour. And something light for supper if you're cooking instead of hitting a restaurant."

"I can do sandwiches, or chipped beef on toast is quick and I can make it with a lighter gravy."

I had to smile, "I can't remember the last time I had SOS."

"You Navy guys and your SOS."

"Mmmm, I can remember my last few years at Whidbey Island, there was this black guy a little younger than me just enlisted working the mess hall. Made the best gravy for biscuits, SOS, even chicken fried steak. I would do my best to get there late in the lunch serving. That gravy had been simmering all morning and was thick enough to eat with a fork. We were bar buddies for a while before I got out."

"He's still there, and he's a Master Chief now."

"Good for him."

We got back on the road, me enjoying the scenery both outside and inside. Not long after we started up the mountains, "Hey Ken, you mind if I get a bit of work done?"

"Not at all."

I watched her uncoil from the passenger seat and go back to dig in her duffel coming out with a nice laptop. Once she got comfortable at the table she became lost in her own world, mouthing words and making interesting faces.

When we made the top I pulled over for a stretch, it wasn't that long of a drive, but watching out for the idiots in regular vehicles that don't realize what it takes to maneuver a big rig can make you tense up.

I had popped most of the kinks out and was actually relaxed until I stepped back into the truck. There was the profile of Barbra just inside the side door, feet spread, ass I the air bent in half with her arms behind her... and those monsters just sitting there between her knees momentarily before she straightened up.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

I managed to get back behind the wheel without busting out of my jeans. I flipped the dash monitor to JJ's game feed for a second and chuckled. There was the game screen saver floating... seems the sugar high had worn off. Unfortunately Barbra switched to the front seat for the down hill so my view was just a bit of hip and side of tit.

We made good time and went through Missoula about half an hour before sunset, this would time out just about right. I had made this run a few times in the F-150 to pick up various parts. And not too far the other side of Missoula was a favorite interchange of mine.

In reality there wasn't anything really special about it other than its layout. The interstate makes a bit of a cut through a hill and the ramps go up and over. It had the added benefit of not having any lights nearby. I pulled up and over to the entrance ramp a few minutes before sunset.





Barbie Doll Ch. 01



"Why are we stopping?"

"This is our overnight stop."

"Why here?"

I just smiled and nodded my head to the door as I headed for it. I walked around to the back and sat up on the end of the trailer, the sun just above the mountains we had come through earlier. Barbra came around just as the sun was about half occluded.

"Oh wow, that's beautiful."

"Yeah... I happened to stop here a few years back about this time when a strap came loose. I make it a point to stop here if I'm going to be here anywhere near sunset."

Barbra took the steps to stand facing me against the trailer edge between my legs, "You're quite the romantic Ken..." she looked at me for a bit before turning around leaning back against the trailer still between my legs.

So many thoughts ran through my head, or should I say fantasies. The smell of her shampoo came back to me from last night, wanting to put my arms around her and pull her back close, imagining her pulling my hands from her waist to her chest, turning and pulling her tight for a deep kiss...

"I'm hungry..." JJ said.

Barbra kicked her head back and groaned then pointed toward the cab. He took off and she turned to me, "Thank you for showing me this..."

"You're welcome, but this is only half of the show."

"Half?"

"After supper once the sun's went down."

"What?"

"You'll see," giving her butt a light swat. That got me a slightly different groan.

I made a quick check of the straps, then went in and started hanging the shower curtains while Barbra made SOS. Now SOS isn't a fancy meal, toast, gravy, and chipped beef. But there is something about it that makes it a special meal, warm and comfortable. 

And 'comfortable' conversation. JJ telling us about his accomplishments in his game, how the bigger screen makes it easier to kill the bad guys. Barbra rolling her eyes at his enjoying relating the game to us.

But like all young boys, as his tummy filled with warm food his rambling got slower and his eyes got heavier. I showed JJ how to use the shower controls while Barbra rinsed the dishes, then grabbed my old sleeping bag from the storage under my bunk and my pillow. "Come back out when you tuck him in."

I unzipped and flipped the sleeping bag out on the tail behind the trike and tossed the pillow up there before crawling up and laying back. I just laid there and stared at the heavens. A clear moonless night made every star stand out, even the band of the milky way.

I was getting lost in them when I heard the crunch of gravel.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time don't you?" she said as she crawled up to lay beside me.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "just some wild and crazy times."

She laid back almost close enough to touch. "There's so many, I've looked at the night sky before, but never like this."

"Emm, one of the perks of these long runs, getting away from the city you see all sorts of things."

"I wish I had kept JJ up for this, but he barely made it to bed."

I had to chuckle at that. "He's a good kid. You should be proud, not all parents can say that."

We laid there in a bit of awkward silence. "He's a good one all right, but... he's not mine."

I waited a bit, then "but he calls you Mom."

"I'm the only Mom he's known."

Another silence.

"Does he know?"

I could here relief in her voice, "yeah."

I left it at that, I wasn't going to press it. We stared at the stars a bit more, then I herd her sigh and saw her silhouette change as she rolled to her elbow to face me.

"His Dad, Jack, was my husbands RIO. I was Jack Juniors guardian while he was deployed. JJ's mother died during child birth."

"Oh,... sorry to hear that."

"Mmmm. Four years ago while the boys were deployed to Iraq they had to punch out. Jack was picked up pretty quickly, but John was missing in action. They didn't find his body until about nine months later," the last bit coming out a bit slowly.

"I, I don't know what to say."

"Thanks," she rolled back to her back but scooted over enough to put her head on my arm.

She settled in a bit and then took a deep breath. "I married John right out of high school. We tried for a family but it didn't work out."

She took a few more deep breaths. "I had been taking care of JJ since birth, and I was staying with Jack since John didn't come back. I just kept staying there being a Mom to JJ and crying on Jack's shoulder for quite a while."

"Mmmmm," making noncommittal guy noises.

"Jack was always a gentleman, but he's being deployed back to Iraq and I just couldn't..."

We laid there for a while watching the stars and listening to the coyotes and crickets.

I felt Barbra relax and her breathing settle down. She had fallen asleep. I let her lay there a bit then moved my arm a bit to wake her up.

"I think it's past your bed time."

"Alright Dad..." she chuckled.

For as wonderful as the night had been, that told me where I stood with her. All fantasies aside, I was 'Dad', and a little hollow for it. I don't know what I was expecting really, she wasn't much more than half my age if my math was right.

I watched Barbra scoot off the trailer and head for the truck. I laid there a bit with that hollow growing. If only... if only she was older, if only I was younger... if only... if only pigs could fly... if only...

I rolled up the sleeping bag and headed back to the truck. Coming in beside the shower, seeing an occasional shadow on the curtain I just tossed the bag in my bunk and reached to the cabinet above the micro.

I wasn't really much of a drinker, but when I did I didn't drink the cheap stuff. I had a partial bottle of Makers Mark, and tonight seemed to be a good time to drain a few shots from the bottle. I sat down with my back to the shower, no need for extra torture.

I heard the water shut off and the inner curtain being pulled back, and my mind filled in the rest. Barbra wiping the excess water from her hair, toweling it out making those beauties wiggle and jiggle until I would want to devour her.

Wrapping her hair in a towel and drying the rest of her body, lifting and moving those tits, bending over to dry her legs, or would she lift her leg letting her pussy show while she did? Was she shaved, or a landing strip? How sweet would her young pussy taste?

I took another sip.

There was more shuffling behind me and I hear the other curtain being pulled back and Barbra stepping beside me, leaning over to kiss my cheek, "Thanks for a wonderful evening."

I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it, as she turned away I got a glimpse of her braless, the remaining moisture from her body making the tank top slightly transparent. A lump of nipple and a darker circle was all it took for my mind to fill in the rest.

I gulped the last of my drink and shut down the lights, leaving just the one in my bunk on. I stripped down and managed to get the shower curtains closed, not worrying about covering up since Barbra had already called it a night.

But even in there I wasn't free of her. I had to soap up the wash cloth twice to get her soap scent from it, her shampoo was still in the rack. I just closed my eyes and imagined her naked in here, soap, shampoo, and then water cascading over her body. A few strokes later and I painted the walls when I would have rather been painting her walls.

I finished my shower and rinsed me and the walls down before sliding the curtains back and drying off before falling into bed, the single malt starting to catch up with me.

I woke in better shape than I anticipated to the aroma of bacon. I almost rolled out before realizing I didn't have a stitch on. And since my curtain was only partially closed I probably gave Barbra a nice show this morning. Hope she enjoyed it.

I rolled out to JJ scrambling back up the ladder to the wedge bunk. Barbra looked at me in my shorts with a raised eyebrow and a little bit of a smile. "Hungry?"

"Just toast and caffeine."

She turned with cup and toast, I put my head in my hands.

I wolfed it down and pulled on some clothes to go out and check all the tie downs while the engine warmed up.

By the time I got back in the cab Barbra was on her laptop. "What are you working on?"

"Hmmm, "she looked up as my question sunk in. "Oh, I write tech manuals."

I raised an eyebrow thinking about a babe like her writing tech manuals. "What kind?"

"Primarily control systems, some motor dynamics. Usually anything connected to hydraulics, but I get requests for a few others once in a while."

"Hydraulics?"

"Yeah, my degree is in hydraulic dynamics." She said it with a twinkle in her eye just waiting for a challenge.

I just shrugged and put the truck in gear and pulled back down the ramp. I was struggling with myself as I drove. I hadn't said anything to Barbra and JJ about heading to Yellowstone so we didn't really have to go, but I had called Don and told him I would be delayed in delivering the tractor.

In all my self argument I just followed the route I had already programmed into the Garmin so I guess in my own way I had already made up my mind since I hadn't cleared it before pulling out.

I cruised down the road for a while glancing at Barbra talking to her laptop until we got close enough that the billboards were getting frequent enough to notice.

"Hey Barbra."

"Hmmmm," she responded without looking up.

"How's your internet access on that thing?"

She finally looked up, "Hot spot preferred, but I can tether to my cell phone if I need to, why?"

I just pointed out the window as we were coming up on a Yellowstone billboard. "Would be nice to have a place to park for a few days."

Barbra looked out the window a bit before she realized what I was talking about. She looked back not really believing what I was saying. I just smiled. She glanced up at the wedge bunk where JJ was oblivious to the world. She put her hands to her mouth momentarily, then mouthed 'Thank you" and began digging for her cell phone.

She was hunting for a while, then "How long is this thing?"

"Seventy two feet plus or minus. About the same as a truck pulling a fifth wheel with a decent boat behind it."

"Got it."

She hunted for a bit, then asked cautiously, "How many days?"

"Probably three or four. Might as well reserve the week just in case. We can check out early or extend from there if need be."

There was no response so I looked back over my shoulder quick.

Barbra was just looking at me, "you're sure?" she said softly.

I just nodded and smiled. I realized this wasn't for me or Barbra, it was for JJ.

A few minutes later she came up behind me and leaned over the seat laying those monsters on my shoulder as she put her arms around me. She turned my head a bit and gave me much more than a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth. She pulled back and gave me another decent corner mouth kiss then settled into the passenger seat to turn the Garmin to her and put the new address in.

Barbra sat in the passenger seat for the last half hour, not really saying anything, merely responding. I gave up and let her sit there. Of course when JJ managed to unglue himself from his game and realized where we were then it was a whole new situation.

He began rattling on about 'old fateful' and the Grand Canyon, all the moose and other animals, on and on about all the things he saw in the brochures. And keeping him in the truck as we checked in was a lost cause. The lady behind the counter was grinning at his enthusiasm.

Our assigned spot was out at the far end, but not unexpected due to our length. We had half a dozen spaces between us and our closest neighbor.

"When are we going to see Old Fateful?!"

"Old what? I've never heard of that."

"Mooooommmm!"

I had to chuckle at Barbra getting after him. "First thing we have to do is get you a helmet young man."

"For what?"

"Well unless you're going to stay behind while we go, you've got to have a helmet."

No response.

"Well we can't go cruising around the park in this."

He looked a bit bewildered. "So?"

All of a sudden he realized I was telling him we were going to get the trike out. Then it was like I had put a Suzie B into his quarter slot. He scrambled up to get all of his brochures and then came out to 'help' me unload the trike.

He wasn't pleased I was putting his booster seat against the back rest, but when I explained that it was either that or stay and watch the camper while we went around the park he relented. I pulled the front back rest off so Barbra and I could squeeze in in front of him and we were ready.

We idled down to the scooter rental shop and picked up a second hand helmet for JJ and we were off to 'Old Fateful'. Barbra was behind me, but just holding on to my waist.

I had no more shut the engine off and we heard it erupt. I have to tell you even from a distance it was impressive. Of course JJ was a bit disappointed, but it was 'Old Fateful' after all so he was forced to endure Barbra's female yearnings for retail therapy. JJ and I stayed outside and wandered between the exhibits and information plaques.

Barbra retuned with only a small bag, about paperback size. I put my hand to her forehead to see if she was okay. I got swatted and JJ laughed at the face she made when I asked if she was okay only coming back with only a small bag.

Since the clock was counting down to the next predicted eruption, JJ was doing his best to get us that direction. Evidentially it was a fairly busy day as most of the seating was occupied. We picked a standing room spot off to the side and waited. And waited. Kids do not like waiting...

When it started it's pre-eruption spitting all of a sudden there were people everywhere and JJ couldn't see. Without thinking about it I did what I had always done with the kids and put JJ up on my shoulders. A moment later I had a good feeling, Barbra putting her arm through mine pressing the side of her encased tit against my arm.

JJ was ecstatic when it erupted almost making me wish I hadn't put him on my shoulders, but he settled down pretty quickly. JJ would have loved to stick around for more eruptions, but with a max window of around two hours that wasn't going to happen. We did take a scenic route back, and even pulled over to watch some moose feeding at the edge of a lake. A bull, a couple of older cows, and some younger ones, even a couple of calves from the size of them.

And even though they were six or seven hundred yards away, it was special watching them go about their business. It was made even better when Barbra leaned back against me bringing my arm around her chest as JJ did his best to stand on his toes on the trike seat.

While they were watching the moose, I was alternating between the beauty of nature out there, and the beauty of nature in my arm. Seeing her top flutter open a bit to reveal her lace encased tits. And I do mean encased. I remember Gina wearing bras that would push her tits together while lifting then up and out. The bra Barbra had on looked more like she had placed them into two nice fitting molds. I could see some cleavage, but for the most part they were covered. That didn't prevent me from moving my arm a bit here and there enjoying myself a little.

The best part was the ride back to the truck. Instead of putting her hands on my waist again, Barbra snuggled in behind me and put her arms around my waist. Tight enough to feel the lace texture and seams of that monster bra. Her tits big enough that they were the only part she could actually snuggle against me... damn that's a shame... it was a nice leisurely pace pack to the truck though.

It was close to sundown when we got back, god it was pure heaven watching Barbra stretch getting off the trike. I know she'll be gone in a few days, but give an old man his simple pleasures...

Barbra was thinking about grilling burgers on the park grill, but I pointed out the rain clouds so we just did them inside. The sprinkles started shortly, I hope the guys pulling in a few spaces down didn't have to go outside to do their leveling, but then from the looks of that rig I would bet it was all automated.

Barbra was a bit nervous, so I went through my 'extensive' movie collection and pulled out one of my John Wayne movies, well actually I started to pull out one and my mind was changed for me. I tried McClintock, and then the Shootist but Barbra pointed to JJ and shook her head so we settled on Hellfighters. I settled in sideways on one side of the table, with Barbra and JJ on the other. Popcorn was put on the grocery list.

JJ didn't quite make it through the movie, and Barbra put him to bed, he could shower in the morning. While she was doing that I took my shower chuckling at the contrast of the shower inside and the rain hitting the skin of the truck, before crawling in myself, the end to a pleasant day... I thought.

I heard Barbra go into the shower and pull the outer curtain. She was only feet away stripping, I had to turn my head.

Oh wow, the sounds and some shadows of a woman stripping. Her top being pulled over her head as the sound of the material going over the fabric of her bra, the snap and zipper of her jeans. The click of bra hooks and the sigh as she released those beauties, the shadow on the curtain telling me they also needed a good massaging.

My cock was starting to ache.

The next shadow told me those little panties were next. And then I discovered the wonders of brand new stiff shower curtains. You see the double shower curtain was set up in a unique way. While the inner curtain was centered on the shower, the outer was off set to the front. On the edge in front of me the two were barely separated, allowing the other side to have about a nine inch gap to allow room for the clothes and towel hooks.

Barbra had pulled the outer curtain toward me to take her clothes off, but when she pulled the inner clear curtain the other way it pulled the outer back a few inches. From the inside I would imagine all Barbra saw was a bit more wall, from the outside I would be treated to a literal slice of heaven.

I saw a hand on the controls, and then I saw her butt backing into the water, cascading over her firm ass, moving and shifting as I guessed she was wetting her hair. There were more glimpses of arms and elbows, then the slice of heaven made its appearance. Elbows up rinsing her hair, but that necessitated her stepping forward enough to let me see the tips of those beauties, shampoo cascading down and around, then leaning forward letting me see most of them, turning a bit as the shampoo was mostly gone.

When she turned my way a little I almost came in my shorts. There was a nice sized nipple, what would be a decent sized nipple on a regular tit but looked a bit small on her even if it was a nice and long, sitting in the middle of a large light brown areola. That was delicious enough, but the large thin loop through the base of her nipple, about a two inch loop of twenty or twenty two gauge gold wire with a little crystal at the bottom, had me mesmerized.

It disappeared too soon, and the shadows of Barbra drying off didn't help. I watched her climb into her bunk, that tank top clinging to her damp skin, only my knowing it was there told me what the little bump a few inches below her nipple actually was. My last glimpse of her was her pussy covered in a little pink... well thong I would guess. There wasn't much there besides a little triangle and little straps over her hips, but it wasn't quite skimpy enough to call it a g-string.

I laid there a bit, the scene of her tit with the shampoo sliding down, her tit turning toward me revealing her nipple ring as the last of the shampoo was washed away. In my mind it became my cum running down her tit and I couldn't take it any more. I rolled out and slid the bathroom out and quickly relieved myself, imagining it was Barbra kneeled in front of me presenting those huge tits to me to paint with my cum.




Barbie Doll Ch. 02



Barbie Doll – an old man enjoying with a real life doll

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else. 

For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.

This story is a bit unusual, what I would call a 'clean out the fridge' story. I put it in Romance, but it also has a healthy dose of Cheating Wives, Screwy Women, a touch of Exhibitionist, and an all over Mature theme.

And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to whoever you are.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

Yess, I need an editor, are you volunteering?

And, yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

ENJOY!

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I woke to a sensation I haven't felt in a long time, a morning blowjob. Barbra was licking and playing with my cock like an ice cream cone. She looked at me grinning around my cock, then blew my mind. She opened her mouth and took me in... and kept going until I was buried in her throat. She kept looking at me then pulled back up, ran her tongue around my cock and did it again, and again. I wasn't getting a blow job, I was getting a morning throat fuck, a nice slow throat fuck.

My legs stiffened and my toes curled, watching and feeling my cock disappear down her throat, seeing it expand to take me in while Barbra looked me in the eye, never looking away. Playing with and caressing my balls as she fucker her throat, timing her breath to her strokes. I was close, beginning to arch up for the mother of all loads when I felt a hand under me. A slick finger went between my cheeks and then into my ass and the world exploded. I was cumming and cumming and cumming, my body racked with a pleasure I had never known existed...

I woke again and rolled over to the sound of JJ rambling on about today's excursion. The first part of the day was some more of the wonderful scenery, including one of the huge waterfalls. The end of the day was going to be in one of the more commercial areas, but it featured an area specifically for the kids.

While the sound woke me, what I saw had me fully awake. Barbra was walking around in one of my dress shirts, the tails barely covering her ass and pussy from my view. And from the side look she either had the side strings of her panties way up high on her hips, or she wasn't wearing any. And with her chest it was only buttoned by the few middle buttons since the shirt wouldn't come together over her tits.

"Hey sleepy head, want some coffee?" Barbra asked turning to face me.

"I'd love some."

Barbra came walking over with quite the hip wiggle. Once she got past JJ she reached down and unbuttoned the bottom two buttons on my / her shirt. She squatted down beside my bunk spreading her thighs and the shirt tails. She grinned at me as she dipped a finger in her wet pussy and then rubbed it on the rim of the cup. Her finger went back to her pussy and worked her finger nice and deep before bringing it back and coating the rim all the way around.

"There, see if that's sweet enough for you." she buttoned back up and walked back to the table, lifting the back of the shirt as she sat down leaving one cheek hanging off the edge as she sat down.

The coffee was good, I think. The cup was delicious! I was trying to think of a way to get out of bed with a massive hard on when JJ finished and darted out the door.

I rolled out of bed with my hard on making itself well known. I was going to take my boxers off when Barbra kneeled down in front of me opening my / her shirt tucking it beside her tits putting herself on display. She leaned forward and took me in again all the way to my balls. It wasn't a dream after all...

Barbra gave me a few more strokes down her throat, the sun glinting off her nipple rings as she's squatted down in the middle of the floor. I grabbed the top of her head and gave her a little taste, it wasn't much after the draining she gave me earlier. She took the first bit in her mouth, then took the last bit and milked me into the top of her cleavage, using my softening cock to spread it down her cleavage before licking me clean.

Barbra stood up still grinning and dropped the shirt on the table, now totally naked in the morning sun. She grabbed her jeans and bra from her bunk, tossing her bra on the shirt. Once she had her jeans in hand it was like I wasn't even there. Sliding them on, working them up her legs. Then squatting down and working the crotch tight up against herself. She stood up and ran her finger across the seam front and back, frowned and squatted back down really tugging them up tight.

When she stood up the seam was up in her lips giving her a very nice camel toe, she turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder like she was looking in a mirror to make sure it was up nice and tight in her ass.

She grabbed her bra sliding the straps over her shoulders, then leaned forward and made a production out of getting them just right in the cups. Pulling it tight then pulling it off and shifting it a bit, off and back on again then standing up to snap it behind her. Adjusting the straps on her shoulders and then squeezing them one last time before pinching her nipples. My shirt was last, but even with her bra it barely buttoned over her bra.

Barbra finally looked up at me, circling her nipples with her finger tips, "Going to have to keep an eye on this shirt, might pop a button if I'm not careful."

She looked down at my cock thinking about getting hard again. She bent over and took me in, coming off with a loud slurp, "You need to get ready dear." She stepped out the door to see what JJ was up to.

I just stood there for a few seconds trying to ingrain the events of the last twenty four hours in my memory. I knew it wasn't going to last more than a few more days, and already it was beyond any fantasy I had ever had. I knew she was enjoying teasing the hell out of an old man she would never see again, but like I said, I knew it so I was enjoying it.

I managed to get dressed and out to join the rest of the crew. Hank and Grace were all set and Barbra was putting JJ in his seat. I just watched her in the sun, her left tit hidden by the pocket, but the right letting the lace and a little lump of nipple stand out nice in the cool morning air.

The falls were beautiful, strolling around while the kids dashed this way and that, feeling Barbra against me, taking her hand when she grabbed mine without thinking about it. Her leaning back against me and I would put my arm down across her chest like a seat belt. If nobody was close she would put her hand under mine and bring it up to cup her tit.

On the lake boat tour she snuggled back against me with her head back on my shoulder holding my arms around her, bringing them up to keep her tits from bouncing too much. "It would be better if I was sitting on your hard cock," she whispered as she ground her butt back into my aching cock.

As we came into the dock and everybody was getting up to get off Barbra pulled my hands up to cup her tits and squeeze right before getting up and turning to let me look down her shirt. "I might have to get you to teach me to drive the trike. I could get used to having you behind me like that." Now that was an image! My dirty old man's mind said I'd be holing her naked tits up high and proud as we tooled down the highway...

We headed back to the campground for lunch then off to the kid zone. This place was almost totally a kid place, but the nice part was it had an observation deck that was sound proofed for the adults. We could go up and watch them go back and forth without having to hear all the screaming. And the kids were all contained and couldn't get out without a corresponding wrist banded parent. But...

"This place is a bit expensive." I commented to Barbra while we watched JJ through the glass.

"Yea, but it's only once, and since we didn't have to pay for hotel I wanted to treat JJ. I've saved some back to kick in for fuel, but you haven't said how much this detour is costing you." She said this staring out at him, quickly glancing at my reflection in the glass and then looking back out at him.

I turned Barbra to me, cupping her jaw with both hands to turn her face up to me. "Barbra, this is the best vacation I have ever had. I haven't had a real vacation since the kids were little, back when... I mean before I..." why did the cloud of Gina have to come over now. I kissed her lips softly and then turned and went to one of the corner booths, sitting sideways and watching kids, wishing I had my bottle of Makers Mark to sip on.

Barbra came over and sat across from me. I wanted to say something, but what. We sat there in silence until JJ came running up out of breath, he had run out of tokens.

"Already? We were going to stay for a few hours yet."

"But Moooommmm. Pleeeeease."

"I didn't bring any more money, you know we only had so much to spend here."

"Oh Mannnnn..." he looked so dejected.

I reached under the table and pulled a twenty from my clip. He squealed when I held it toward him. I flipped it up as he reached for it, "But you have to make this last. If you spend it all before the two hours are up we're leaving, no extension."

"Okay!"

I flipped the bill down and he snagged it and turned to run back to the token machine.

"JJ, what do you say?"

He stopped and turned around to look at Barbra, then to me, "Thanks Ken."

"You're welcome, now git." He grinned and dashed off on a mission.

We watched him a bit more, still not saying anything, then Barbra scooted over to my side, sliding in in front of my outstretched leg. She turned my head to her and kissed me softly. "You're quite the mystery Ken."

"How so?"

"Happy go lucky one minute, sour the next, then right back to happy. She must have given you a special kick."

I turned back to the window.

Barbra scooted back against me and we watched JJ for a bit, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stir things up." she said softly.

"Not your fault..." we sat there for a bit. I was stewing, and all of a sudden I just let it out. "She had a girlfriend..."

"Oh..."

We sat there for a while longer.

"... for eight years..."

"...ouch..."

More silence.

"My once every few months with the lights out wife preferred fisting her girlfriend with a dildo up her own ass in the middle of the day in our bed."

Barbra coughed, then snorted, then began laughing. Pretty soon I was laughing with her. "That's quite a picture..." she got out between laughs.

"And quite a video."

"Oh really!... "

I had to smile at her reaction.

"I really am sorry Ken, I didn't mean to open old wounds."

"I know. I've never really talked about it except to my lawyer, and when she forced me to tell the kids."

"Ohhh Mannnn... she didn't."

"Yup, tried to tell my daughter I was abusing her."

"Man that's fucked up using kids like that."

"Well after her girlfriends got done with her I wouldn't say she was quite right in the head anyway. But she loved being the brunt of it from the screaming."

There was a bit ore of a pause, "so did you tap that ass before you kicked her to the curb?" she asked a bit softer.

"Nope..."

"But you thought about it..."

I held my breath, probably turning fifty shades of red.

"Mmmmm," she said with a grin in her voice, "thought about tying her down and ravaging her one last time."

"That's what she had her girlfriends for."

"So you never..."

"Nope."

"Ever?"

"Well..."

"Ah hah, never known a man alive that would refuse if it was offered."

I didn't say a word.

"So you've tried it a few times?"

"Once or twice since then."

"Only once or twice?"

"I think this is quite the conversation for here."

Barbra chuckled and then turned her back against me, she brought my hand down over her tit then crossed her arms over my hand to hide it. I spent the next hour and a half with Barbra cuddled back against me with her tit in my hand and my cock against the crack of her ass. It wasn't there to begin with, but it was a bit uncomfortable trying to work its way down my pants and I was squirming until she reached between us and repositioned me where she wanted me.

"I'm definitely going to have to get you to teach me to drive that thing..."

We cuddled until JJ ran out of tokens. Hank and Grace and the grand kids were not far behind him. A stop at the local pizza joint and we had three satisfied kids when we got back to the park. Sitting around the fire watching the sun go down, Barbra telling them about our second stop showing her the sunset over the mountains and laying out on the back of the trailer to watch the stars.

We were sharing a glass of Makers Mark, touching and caressing. She was sitting on my lap more than she was in her chair. She came back to my chair and sat down, laying her head back beside mine. "I wish we were back out there, looking up at the stars. I mean you can see a lot of them here, but up there with no other lights around it was like being in a planetarium, everything so bright and clear with thousands of stars."

I brought my arm around her just up under her tits and held her, remembering this is what I wished I had done that night.

"Hey JJ," Grace called out, "You want to sleep over tonight?"

JJ looked at Barbra, "Can I Mom?"

We looked at Grace grinning and giving us a wink.

"I don't know, you three will be up all night playing that game..."

"Pleeeese..."

"Oh all right, but shower, shorts, and clean clothes. And you mind Grace all right?"

"All right!" he sang out disappearing into the night. We heard the door on the hauler, followed by the generator starting.

Barbra and I picked up our stuff, catching a few grins from Hank and Grace. We came up the steps into the truck as JJ was climbing down from his bunk with clean clothes in hand. "Thanks Mom," he said on his way out the door.

I went up to draw the curtains across the back of the cab and turned to see the most loveliest sight, Barbra's jeans puddling around her ankles beside her shirt and bra. Now I like tits, big tits more than others, small tits, just nicely shaped tits in general, but the legs and ass in front of me had me reconsidering for a moment especially when she bent over and picked up her clothes to put on her bed.

Barbra turned back and grinned at me watching her, my eyes running up and down her body. I slid into the booth and watched my own private shower show. I thought she was just going to tease me until she got in, but Barbra only pulled the inner clear to continue the show.

Watching her wet down, water flowing mostly over her huge tits, and yet a little water fall flowing off her nipples. Kicking her head back to wet her hair making them stand up even prouder if that were possible. Muscles rippling and tits jiggling as she shampooed, blobs of lather dribbling down here and there. Rinsing the shampoo off was just as erotic as covering and then revealing her body.

Then the soaping began, rubbing her scrunchie all over, over and around and under those tits, legs, pussy, belly, ass. Lathering and more cleaning, and her pussy and the underside of her tits seemed to need special attention, rubbing and pulling, lifting and squeezing, seeming totally oblivious to my watching her. Smiling at me as she rinsed all that lovely later from her body.

And just when I thought there was going to be some relief the third act started... a big fluffy towel. Bending over to dry her legs, putting her leg up to dry her thighs and just happening to spread her legs my direction. Turning for some reason so her ass was toward me as she dried it, spreading her cheeks to make sure she was totally dry. Flipping the towel over her back and drying it making her tits jiggle in profile. Flopping the towel over her tits letting it hang on them a bit before making sure the underside was dry, followed by more jigging as she dried her hair.

"Your turn," Barbra said as she pulled the bunk curtain aside.

If I fucking move I'm going to cum in my pants...

Barbra took two steps toward me before resuming drying her hair, her face covered almost presenting her moving body to me. She took one more step and I couldn't resist, I put my hands on the outside of her tits and she made the last partial step to me, her nipple settling into my lips.

The towel went from her head to around mine holding me to her tit, her other hand going under it to present it to me as she moaned. I dropped my hands to her ass and squeezed increasing the volume of the moan.

I enjoyed her nipple for a bit, then she pulled back, "You need to get in the shower," a bit breathlessly.

She backed up and managed to run a brush through her hair as she watched me undress, grinning at my hard on. Barbra rolled into my bunk as I started shampooing, now just worried about getting through the shower to join her in my bunk. I even started stroking my cock a little until I heard a chuckle.

I dried off and turned to my bunk, and took in another lovely sight, one almost straight out of one of my magazines. Barbra was laying on her belly reading a magazine, legs bent up at her knees with ankles crossed, that lovely ass just begging to be played with.

She rolled almost to her back against the back wall, her left knee now up against the back wall spreading her legs a bit, still holding her magazine above her. And it wasn't one of 'her' magazines, it was one of mine from my headboard.

Laying there naked on her back with her knee kicked up just below the cover picture of a mature woman laying almost the same way but with a sheet strategically placed across her pussy and arm across her nipples.

I rolled in and was going to roll against her when she turned her upper body and rested her head on my chest, still holding the magazine open above us. Flipping the page from a woman in a retro bra, panties, garter and stockings, to one of her leaning over letting her now bra free tits hang so nicely.

"So you like big knockers do you?"

I chuckled, "Amongst other things."

Barbra flipped to the next page showing the girl now minus the panties and a bit of bush showing. She dropped one side of the magazine and pulled my hand under her tit to cup it then picked the magazine back up, like we were enjoying it together.

The next page she wasn't covering anything, although with the old fashioned bush she wasn't showing much pussy either. "So why the retro magazines?"

That got another chuckle, "Blame it on my dad, he had all sorts of nose art and pinups around the garage, I guess it just stuck."

"Nose art?"

"Copies of some of the stuff they used to paint on the nose of the bombers and such..."

She flipped through a few more pages, coming to one of my favorites, and she knew it from the tattered page edges. "So why this one?"

I tried a non-committal answer, "What guy doesn't love a woman in lace top stockings."

"It's not just that." She flipped through a few more pages, coming up on another nice one. This one didn't have the full coverage lace cone bra, she was wearing one that had a solid lower and a sheer upper. "You like the retro stuff... how come?"

I wasn't going to answer, but she dropped the magazine, put one hand over mine on her tit and reached down to wrap her fingers around my cock and started stroking me. "Come on, why the retro?" using my fingers to play with her nipples.




Barbie Doll Ch. 02



"I guess it's because they dressed to be looked at and appreciated it. Wear your pointiest bra when going out with your best guy. A nipple standing out was acceptable if you wanted to let them show. Stockings with seams to draw the eye to your ass."

The stroking was getting a bit firmer, "And yet if you didn't want to let it show that was okay too. You didn't get pissy if a guy did or didn't look at your body, you either dressed to be looked at or dressed to be ignored, end of story. A whistle or a 'hubba hubba' was compliment, not a basis for a law suit."

Barbra rolled over a bit then rolled up to straddle me, guiding me deep in her wet pussy. "Yessssss," she hissed. She ground back and forth a bit before settling on a nice rhythm. "And I bet you like the Renaissance Festivals. All those ladies jiggling around braless," putting her hands under her monsters and jiggling them just above me.

"Or do you prefer them all trussed up in the corsets?" putting her hands on them and pressing in and up, covering her nipple but letting her areola show. "Seeing them on display in those low cut gowns just waiting on the off chance one of them pops out," letting her hand drop to let one nipple show.

Barbra leaned forward putting her hands on my shoulders squeezing her tits between her forearms. "Or are you the one that sees one of those fancy ladies in the big hoop skirt and dreams of sitting under it and eating her out in the middle of a crowd?"

My cock twitched at that idea.

"Mmmm. Thinking about me all trussed up in a corset and dress, nipples about to pop. And you're sitting under that skirt with your tongue buried in my shaved cunt trying to make me cum. Having to cup my ass to keep me from falling down when I cum all over your face, barely able to keep from screaming your name throughout the hills."

I could feel her pussy fluttering, and I wasn't going to hold off much more myself.

"Or would you just lay me back, hoop skirt flipped up, dripping cunt between those lace top stockings, looking at my inflamed cunt waiting to be filled. Hearing me scream your name over and over as you pound me into submission, orgasm after ORGASSSSSSSS..." and started cumming.

"OH FUCKKKKKKKK..." I grabbed her hips and just jammed my cock into her, no fucking, just holding her tight down on me, unloading shot after shot into her spasming pussy. Feeling our mixed juices coming back out around me she was so full.

Barbra fell over on top of me, her body trembling slightly. I couldn't help it and tried to drive my softening cock back into her, making her shudder. Flexing my hips to feel her around me making her shudder again.

Unlike the other night Barbra was exhausted and rolled off beside me, she was breathing but she wasn't moving. I grabbed a t-shirt to give my cock a quick wipe, then folded it and stuffed it between her legs.

We laid there a bit catching out breath, I rolled enough to reach over and trace her areola, bumping her big nipple rings back and forth, "I envy him..."

"Mmmmm, who?"

"Whoever the young man is that wins your heart."

Barbra moved my hand away from her tit and rolled over against me putting her leg across my cock and her fingers in my chest hair, "I'm just fine where I am."

I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, "Yes you are. I'll take what I can get, even if it is only a few more days."

She tipped her head back to look at me, "a few more days..."

"We are pulling out tomorrow afternoon. Then a few more stops and you're back to Wisconsin, and I finish my trip out to Nashville."

"You don't want me around?"

I tipped her head up to give her a soft kiss, "I'd love to keep you around, but I know that's not realistic."

"Why?"

"Because you're young, you'll find someone your own age to spend your years with. And last I knew there's no time machine to make me twenty years younger."

Barbra got that weird smile again, then crawled across me to stand beside her bunk, our juices dribbling down her thighs. She reached down and wiped some from her thigh and licked her finger grinning. She squatted back down with her wallet in her hand flashing me her dribbling pussy before she settled in beside me still licking her fingers. Barbra snuggled in beside me and then flipped her wallet open to a picture and handed it to me.

I looked at a picture of a much younger Barbra, with a much smaller chest, standing next to two older guys and a woman, the other three looking like they were in their mid forties compared to a twenty something Barbra.

I looked at it and then at her, she smiled and closed her eyes snuggling in like she was settling in for the night. "Me, John, Jack, and Caroline."

I looked back at the picture, "John, as in your husband John?"

"Mmmm, Hmmmm."

"But you said you got married just out of high school?"

"We did, he swept me off my feet," that warranted a little giggle.

I looked between the picture and Barbra several times. Barbra married to a man probably twice her age... and she grinned about it...

I kissed her forehead, "I have to shut off the lights."

"Okay," she said with a grin, like there was some private joke and it was a good one never opening her eyes. I got up and shut things down, only the little creaks once the generator was silent. Barbra had crawled under the covers, and held them open for me to crawl in beside her. "Much better..." she said softly. A few breaths and she was out.

I looked at her, the moonlight shining on her hair. It took me a while to get to sleep, all the possibilities tumbling over and over in my mind. She was another Amy messing with my head. She was just playing along until I got her to Wisconsin. The hollow feeling I had in my gut when we were watching the stars and she called me 'Dad'. All of that balanced against the extreme remote possibility that a young woman like her, intelligent and beautiful, a wise and wonderful mother, could even have any real world interest in an old man like me.

I think the only reason I got any sleep that night was because she was naked and curled up against me and I couldn't think of any more 'what ifs'.

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I woke up to Barbra sliding across me, she stopped with her huge tits in my chest to give me a nice kiss. "I need another shower for some reason."

I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands, enjoying the way she filled my hands. Pushing and squeezing and pulling, wishing I was hard enough to just push her pussy down on me.

"You keep that up and we'll never get out of bed," she moaned.

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"Mmmmm, right up to the point JJ comes in the door and sees you porking me in the middle of a screaming orgasm."

I slapped my hand over my eyes and groaned, "Oh god don't remind me."

Barbra snorted, "You didn't!" pulling my hand away.

"Fuck yes. Eight years old got up from Saturday morning cartoons. Heard screaming from their room and opened the door. Dad was giving it to her good. I ran to my room, grabbed a pair of jeans and headed down the street to Gary's still in my PJ's."

Barbra was giggling on top of me.

"And you?"

"Heard, never saw, but got an eyeful of my best friends older sister in the back of her boyfriends car. Watched them go at it for half an hour before he shot all over her knockers while she was screaming his name. Maybe that's why I like older guys?"

I brought my hands up to cup the side of her tits, "Maybe."

"But I still need a shower..." she drug herself across me, sliding her bare pussy across my belly before pulling her legs under herself and getting out to the shower.

If last night was ignoring me looking at her, this morning was making sure I was watching. Closing her eyes only long enough to lean back and wet her hair. She looked down at my hardening cock, "You like looking at me?" she asked with a grin.

WOMAN FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS ALERT!!

But in this case no fishing necessary, "I don't know a man alive, and probably a few women too, that wouldn't want to see you naked."

Barbra brought her hands down under her tits and lifted them a bit letting her thumb and finger come up to her nipple and pinch it a bit. "Show me, stroke your cock and show me." I reached down and lifted my cock to show her, slowly stroking while looking at her wet body,

"Oh you dooo like looking at me." she grabbed her body wash and began lathering her chest. "Mmmmm, are you wising it was you in here lathering me up?" running that scruchie around and around. "Wishing for a bigger shower so you could snuggle that hard cock between my cheeks as you groped me?"

I began to speed up a bit.

"Uh uh big boy, not so fast, you don't get to cum yet." She put the scrunchie between her tits and pushed them together, "Or would you rather I was on my knees with your cock between my knockers, working that cock up and down?" she began lifting and dropping them, lifting and dropping."

Barbra squeezed some lather from her scrunchie down her belly letting it settle over her pussy, then spread her legs enough to let me see her shaved slit. "Mmmmm but I know what you really want. You want my cunt and ass." She dropped one hand to her pussy and the other to her butt cheek.

"You want to get in here don't you?" sliding a finger between her lips. "Or is it deeper like this?" putting her finger completely in, her palm against her mound. "Mmmmm, that feels good having you in me. But as much as you like my cunt, bending me over to fuck me hard, there's still one place you'd really love to take me isn't there?"

Barbra turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder. "This is what you're thinking about when you take me from behind isn't it?" she reached back and spread her cheeks putting her butt out as she did. "You're hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as you pound my cunt. Watching them rippled as you slam into me."

"Your looking down at my ass aren't you? Thinking about dropping a little spit and plunging in that nice tight ass. Plowing into me like you're going to come out my throat, pumping me so full of cum I feel like I'm going to explode." While she had been describing this she had turned sideways to me. One hand in her pussy and the other on her ass, a finger in each crack working like she was going to cum.

There was a shiver run through her, and her eyes came open with a hungry look. "Don't you dare cum until that cock is down my throat."

I was stroking and barely holding off, "You better get a move on then, I'm about to cum all over the ceiling."

Barbra turned her back to the shower, rinsing the lather down over her body. I had to close my eyes to keep from shooting off. The water stopped and I saw her running the towel around her body quick before wrapping it around her head. She took the two steps and kneeled down beside my bunk. "MINE" she said just before my cock went between her lips.

I did all men proud! I managed to hold off cumming until she started me down her throat. Then it was 'Katie bar the door' as I just blasted into her. Barbra didn't even hesitate, she just kept taking me in and swallowing, holding down hard for the first few shots. Pulling back up for a breath before taking me back in again and again, using my spasming cock to fuck her own throat, mewing and whimpering in her own little orgasm as she did. My mind said that my squeezing her butt and spreading her cheeks helped things along... at least for as long as I stayed conscious.

I woke to Barbra standing on the edge of our bunk getting something from the top bunk. I saw her from the waist down, the little day glow yellow g-string barely coming above her slit. I reached out and caressed the bare skin above it.

"Oh you ornery boy." I slipped a finger just inside the leg opening, "Mmmmm, I'll give you a hundred years to quit." I was just about to slip my finger in further when there was a pounding on the door.

"Let me in..."

"Just a second." Barbra hollered out. She pulled one of my dress shirts on while I slipped my pants on and slid into the table, picking up the paper just as JJ came up the steps, I even managed to turn it right side up before he could see over the back of the booth!

"So did you have fun over there?" Barbra asked reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"Moooom!" he exclaimed backing away. Barbra grinned and winked at me, she knew he'd react.

JJ turned to me turning away from Barbra. "Hank says he's about ready to pull out," he said as Barbra finished buttoning up my shirt. She made a production out of trying to button it over her huge tits standing behind him. I barely kept it together.

"Well I better finish getting dressed then huh?"

"Hey guys," Barbra asked crossing her arms over the wide gap in my shirt. "You mind if I bow out today. I've gotten behind with my stuff with all the things we've been doing and I have a deadline coming up?"

JJ looked at me and I shrugged. "Well it's just the historic site and tour before we pull out after lunch."

"Well I could do some laundry, and have lunch ready when you get back if you give me a call when you're headed back."

I looked back at JJ, "Works for me, what do you say kiddo?"

"Okay."

I 'finished' getting dressed and we headed out the door to catch up with Hank and Grace, after I ducked back in to kiss Barbra and give her ass a squeeze with my finger in the crack of her cheeks. Got a nice squeak and a bit of a slap for that... LOL

It was kinda fun just me and JJ, took me back to doing things with Curt, just us guys. We had wandered around a bit and the guided tour had just started when my phone rang. It was Don.

"Hello."

"Hey Ken, got a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Well I know you're gallivanting around the country side with a bunch of hot babes."

That made me chuckle, "Yeah right."

"Well I can't find the copy of the provenance you sent me on the tractor, you think you could send it again?"

"Sure, how soon you need it?"

"Sometime in the next hour or so so I can get it down to the judges yet today would be nice." since I am letting you delay delivery so you can frolic with all those hot babes was left unsaid.

I looked at JJ, really enjoying the tour. "I'm in the middle of something right now, let me get back to you, but I think I can make it happen."

"Okay, I'll be watching my inbox."

JJ looked up at me worried we were leaving. I smiled back at him, hopefully reassuring him. We shifted over near Hank and Grace and the kids.

"Hey Hank, you mind giving JJ a ride back, I need to send someone some paperwork I have back in the truck."

Hank grinned, "Yeah, I guess we could tolerate the little terror for a bit."

JJ was thrilled to be able to stay, and if things worked out right, maybe Barbra and I could spend a little more time together before they got back! I had to GRIN at the thought of that. Maybe I would finally get to lay her back and feast on her shaved pussy. She had blown me a couple of times already, but I had yet to lick her and tease her clit until she screamed.

I know Barbra said she liked older men, and in a fantasy world we would go riding off into the sunset together. But at my age I was a realist. We were going to have a few more days of fun... and then I would be alone again...

SOMETIMES I JUST WANTED TO KILL GINA!!

I pulled up to the drivers' side of the truck to get the paperwork off the dash and maybe surprise Barbra.

I opened the door quietly and began to climb up when I heard Barbra.

"OH YEAH! FUCK IT, FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT."

The first thing that went through my mind was 'not again'.

"OH YEAH KEN, THAT'S IT! DRIVE IT IN THERE AND FILL ME UP!"

Ken? ME???

I peaked around the divider and saw the most... deviant wonderful sexy erotic... scene I could have ever imagined from one of my magazines.

Barbra in control top pantyhose with a ripped crotch, a string tied to each nipple run across to the shower curtain ring, hands on either side of the bathroom door... riding a huge dildo in her ass stuck to the toilet lid.

"OH YESSSSS, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED TO DO THIS MORNING. FUCK MY ASSSSSS 'TIL YOUR COCK COMES UP MY THROAT!" she was riding that dildo like her life depended on it. Coming up almost off, then driving down with only a few inches left to go before pulling back up.

I must have made a noise of some kind. She looked my way and went wide eyed in horror. Her nylon covered foot slipped and she went down all the way on the dildo, shoving the whole thing in her as her weight came down. At the same time the string on her nipples was stressed to the breaking point. I heard it snap as she came down on the dildo.

Evidentially the tightening and then release of the string on her nipples and the dildo going completely into her ass was more than she could take. Her eyes rolled and her body began spasming in orgasm. She was flailing and whimpering, and occasional squeak as she slid off the edge of the seat taking the dildo with her to the floor.

I walked to her, still in the last throws of orgasm on the floor. All I could do was stare at the beauty at my feet, a woman in orgasm is such a beautiful sight.

I kneeled down and scooped her up, turning to put her in our bunk. She whimpered and moaned some but not coherently. I reached over and untied the far nipple, making her gasp and shiver. When I did the closer one I saw how red and distended it was. I leaned over and lightly kissed it, wanting to 'make it all better' somehow in my mind.

Barbra reacted unexpectedly to my touch, groaning and quivering and holding my head to her tit. "YESSSSSSS!!" I nibbled and suckled gently, not wanting to abuse her already tender nipples. I raised my head and looked at her face, the smile, the glow with her eyes still closed.

I leaned back in to kiss that oh so soft under side of her tit. Her hands came back to my head, then began pushing down. "Don't leave me hanging," she said softly, almost deliriously. "Finish me off baby, eat my cunt, pleeeese..." she finished softly.

Now what kind of a guy would I be if I didn't follow a ladies request to have her pussy eaten. I began kissing down her stomach and Barbra found the strength to turn on the bunk. Her pussy and ass now against the outside board.

She lifted her legs high and wide, the dildo still in her ass catching on the inside of the edge board, her dark engorged pussy lips spreading like a delicious flower waiting to be eaten. "Honeeeeyyyy..." she whimpered.

I leaned down and took a light lick from base to clit. "Fuuuuuuuuu..." She groaned as her hands went from holding her thighs to the back of my head.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, reaching in to lift and spread her lips as I continued my feast. Listening to her mumble and whimper as she trembled and shook. She was beginning to babble and her pussy was flowing. I brought my right hand back around and slipped two fingers into her pussy and up to her g-spot.

Barbra screeched and clenched and spasmed while she tried to drown me, shot after shot into my mouth. Now squirting wasn't exactly new to me, but a damn geyser was out of this world. I just latched on and drank her in while fingering her pussy and rubbing her g-spot.

I kept going as long as I could, but my tongue was getting tired and Barbra was loosing momentum and becoming one long shudder. I pulled my fingers from her and her hips dropped back to the bed. Her knees flopped to each side putting that dribbling pussy on display in front of me. I took one last lick, feeling her jerk but other wise not respond.

I sat back and pulled out my cell phone. No not to take a picture, although it was tempting, and sent Hank a text.

NEED TO PULL OUT EARLY, COULD JJ RIDE WITH YOU TONIGHT TO DEVILS TOWER SO BARBRA AND I CAN TALK?

I sat there looking at her still spread in front of me, noticing a little glint of gold. I got closer and saw a little ring just under her clit, so small you would barely know it was there. I was leaning in to get a better look when my cell beeped.




Barbie Doll Ch. 02



EVERYTHING OK OVER THERE?

I looked at the spread pussy in front of me just under my nose, was everything okay...

EVERYTHING IS GOOD, JUST NEED TO TALK WITHOUT YOUNG EARS AROUND :)

A few seconds later, KIDS THESE DAYS. WE'LL BRING JJ, BUT THAT MEANS YOU HAVE TO GET THE GRILL STARTED AND HAVE STEAKS ON WHEN WE GET THERE.

I already had a meal better than any steak in the world.

DEAL, CALL OR TEXT ABOUT AN HOUR OUT SO IT WILL BE READY, THANKS.

I was tempted to move or cover Barbra, but the sight of her spread dribbling pussy was one I just couldn't bring myself to disturb. I grabbed the thumb drive from the folder and plugged it into her computer still set up on the table and emailed Don his paperwork, then proceeded to load, chain, and tarp the trike.

When I crawled into the drivers' seat I noticed Barbra had managed to roll to her side facing the back of the bunk, her dildo filled ass and inflamed pussy nicely visible. Man I wished this truck had an interior rearview mirror. Might have to put one in just incase I ever had a sight like this in my bunk again.

I got on the road, enjoying a nice bright sunny day, middle of the afternoon and traffic wasn't too bad. I heard some noises, and moments later Barbra came crawling up beside me on the floor in one of my shirts, not even bothering to try and button it.

She laid her head in my thigh, "where's JJ?"

Mom always worried about her kids, "He's riding with Hank and Grace. I thought we might need some time to talk."

Barbra turned her face into my thigh and began to cry. I just put my hand on her head and stoked her hair. Not sure what she was crying about but I let her do it. We weren't going to be able to talk until she had it out of her system.

She finally would down, "You feel better now?"

"Nooo..."

"What are you crying about?"

"You're... you're going to drop us at the bus depot aren't you?" she said without looking up.

"Because...?"

"Because I... because you saw..."

"Because you screamed my name in orgasm?"

The water works started again, full blown sobbing, my pants were now soaked, but Barbra on her hip on the floor beside me not covering anything with my shirt and some how it was all right.

She slowed down again so I tipped her head up to look at her momentarily, then smiled at her all red eyed and puffy, damn she was beautiful, "Sounded kinda intense to me. Care to explain..."

She tried to drop her head again but I kept my hand under it, wanting to look down into her eyes but I had to keep them on the road.

"You don't want to..." I put my thumb across her lips and glanced down at her momentarily with a raised eyebrow. "You won't want me..."

"Why not?"

Barbra looked at me for a bit, then it was like someone had lit an inferno under her. "BECAUSE I'M A CUM SLUT COCK WHORE AND I DON'T SHARE!!" dropping her head to my leg but no more crying, just a tremble through her body.

I let her sit there as I stroked her hair, remembering the scent of her shampoo, thinking about what she said. "That's a bit of a contradiction don't you think?"

"That I'm a cum slut cock whore..."

"That you don't share all of that."

She looked back up at me, that fire still there. "You really want to know? FINE! I'll take my mans cock any time any where. In my cunt, up my ass, down my throat or between my knockers. I love to be filled until it runs down my legs. I love to suck him off or jack him until he shoots all over me. My favorite memory of John was going to the officers' dance, blowing him in the cab and shooting him in my cleavage. Feeling his cum oozing and squishing between my knockers all night in front of all those stuffed shirts."

She took a breath having practically spat all that out on one breath. "BUT I DON'T SHARE! You want to bring another woman to bed with us go find another girl. You want to bring another guy to bed to get me double stuffed, go find another girl. We tried a four way with Jack and Caroline, been there done that, don't need to do it again." Deep breath, "But you want to show me off, I'd love that. Hell, you ask me to strip and walk down the church isle on Sunday naked as a jaybird and as long as I'm on your arm I'd be proud to do it, but only for you."

"I'll walk around with my ass and cunt stuffed with a dildo under my dress and smile about it, but only with you. I LIKE to wear my tight bras, I LIKE to wear control top pantyhose and waist cinchers. I LIKE to have my knockers bound up tight. The thought of you stuffing my ass and cunt makes me quiver. I LOVE the way you nibble and nip on my nipples. The thought of you wanting me to go commando and braless out at the Renaissance festival and let my nipples slip out makes my cunt dribble."

Those images were making me hard, "Me?"

Barbra realized she had said 'You'. "Ummm, yeah," she said quietly. "I thought I'd never find someone after John died. Many times I had wished I had died along with him, but I had JJ to take care of."

She sighed, "And then you had to go and show me that glorious sunset and star filled night sky... I wish you had rolled me over and ravaged me right there..." the last part dribbling our as she ran out of steam.

I stroked her hair, ran my hand down her jaw and brushed my thumb across her lips. "Me too."

"Why didn't you?"

I glanced down at her looking up at me, still puffy eyed but smiling and beautiful. "A beautiful YOUNG woman I had just met that is twenty years younger than me?"

"Oh get over yourself. You are not that old, and you're the type of man that treats a whore like a lady. The kind of man any intelligent woman would love to be with regardless of age."

"Tell that to my ex."

"Well I guess she wasn't all that intelligent then was she?"

I snorted, tried not to laugh, then just laughed along with Barbra. "But you're still going to drop us off at the bus depot aren't you?" she said softly.

I glanced down at her again, she didn't look like she was going to break down crying again, but she wasn't looking at me either, just staring off toward the back of the truck.

Here was a gorgeous stacked babe kneeling beside me crying that she wanted me to ravage her over and over. I would die long before she did, but those years in between...

"I don't know, it isn't every day Ken finds the perfect Barbie doll..."

Barbra looked up at me hopefully, "Really?"

"No guarantees, we'll try it and see how it goes. Hell you could turn out to be one of those wild women that wants to chase me around with whips and chains or something," I said as I copped her jaw and ran my thumb over those soft lips again.

Barbra sucked my thumb into her mouth and played with it a bit as she groped my hard and aching cock. She released my thumb but got a better grip on my cock, "Ken, will you do something for me?"

I glanced down at her really smiling now, "If I can."

"Will you fuck my ass."

I nearly ran off the road... I glanced down at her still smiling but with that little she devil smile. "And I don't mean make love to it, or just have sex with it. I mean FUCK me, cave man style, fuck me like a mad man until you blast off inside me whether I do or not. I'm all cleaned out and ready to get stuffed."

I gulped, "I think I can do that... I won't last long but I can try."

Barbra got up to her knees and kissed my cheek, then stood beside me and dropped her robe turning her ass to me, still filled with that dildo!

"Find a place to pull over..."

It seemed like it took forever to find a place, and I kept glancing over my shoulder at Barbra leaned over the table on her elbows grinning at me with that dildo still in her ass.

I finally found a ramp and pulled over, barely remembering to set the parking brake. I was dropping my pants as I stepped to her.

Barbra looked over her shoulder, "Yank that thing out of there and fill me with that cock, no Mr. nice guy. I want to get FUCKED!"

I grabbed that dildo and considered doing just that, but didn't want to take a chance on hurting her either. I did pull it out kinda quickly though.

"Yesssssss..." I dipped my cock into her pussy to wet it, "Tease..." then put it against her ass and pushed. There was not the resistance I was expecting, merely giving way to me. "Oh fuck..."

I put my hand on the table on either side of her waist and kept going until I was balls deep in her tight ass.

Barbra pulled my hands from the table up to her tits and then laid down trapping them between the table and her tits, "Now fuck me cave man..." reaching back to spread her ass.

And that's exactly what she got, my cave man instincts took over. Hands on monster tits and cock buried in a willing ass. I started pumping and pumping, balls slapping wet pussy while Barbra was yelling for more... harder... deeper... FUCK MY ASS!

She was beginning to tremble and I got a good grip on her tits and just let loose in her, pistoning as hard and fast as I could. Going until I couldn't keep going, enjoying her spasming under me as I collapsed on her back. Making her grunt and then begin spasming anew as the last few shots squirted into her.

As wonderful as she felt, her ass was not going to keep my softening cock, and she moaned when I slipped from her. I staggered to the sink and grabbed a cloth to wipe off, then was moving back toward her to wipe our dribbles from her legs and ass. "Leave it..." she whispered.

I just grinned at the sight of her laid over on the table, her big tits trying to escape out the side. Her light cum running down her legs and a bit of mine seeping from her ass.

I found my discarded pants and managed to get dressed while staring at Barbra on display. Even after getting on the road I glanced back at her still laying on the table. I head some noises and looked back quick to see her staggering back toward her bunk. "I'm such a slut," she giggled.

She pulled my shirt on with only the two bottom buttons, letting it gap open when she came up to kiss my cheek. "We'll make this work," was all she said. She began rummaging through the cabinets, "You want anything in particular for dinner tonight."

"You mean besides hot wild woman?" she giggled at that. "I made a deal with Hank to have the grill and steaks ready when they got there for them taking JJ."

"Then we have to make a grocery stop."

"Going to have to make a fuel stop soon as well."

"Okay, let's see what the Garmin has in the area." Barbra came up and plopped down in the passenger seat and pulled the Garmin from its mount. She started punching things in but I was having trouble concentrating on the road. It seems programming the Garmin is best done with one foot on the dash and the other on the side of my seat with my shirt pulled around the outside of her tits. She grinned up at me glancing at her frequently, "Keep your eyes on the road mister."

I just groaned.

"We've got a TA coming up, and a grocery store near by." she put the Garmin back, swiped her finger through her pussy, wiped it on my lips and went back to her laptop with her tits still hanging out.

I have no recollection of driving to the TA truck stop. "Pull off to the side when you're done, the grocery store is just down the street, we can walk down and back," said the woman jiggling her tits at me... FUCK YES!

I managed to get the tanks filled and pulled off to the side to park, of course I was thankful for a pull through spot since Barbra had decided to divest herself of even my shirt, no way in hell I was going to be able to concentrate enough to back into a slot.

I shut down and turned to her standing beside her bunk. "Have a seat while I get dressed, I'll need your help in a minute." She turned to her bunk and pulled off a pair of tan shorts almost the same tone as her skin. As she began pulling them up her legs I realized they weren't shorts. She took a bit as she worked them up, a thigh length, hell almost knee length, lace trimmed high waisted girdle. She took pure delight in wiggling and jiggling her chest as she worked them up into her crotch, finally rolling the top up to her waist.

She turned around to show me that they had settled up nice between her cheeks, "Too tight?" she asked. All I could do was grin and shake my head.

Next came the bra, or should I say the vest. It was also a long line overlapping the girdle but had the narrow regular bra shoulder straps. She began snapping it up from the bottom, adjusting her tits in the cups every so often as she went. Finally getting them in place but looking like they were going to spill out the top. She ran her fingers back and forth along the tops of her exposed tits, "Too small?"

"Not from here."

"Good, but here's where I need some help. She grabbed a nice sized dildo, a little shorter than the one she had up her ass and walked over to me. "With all this on I can't bend over to unsnap and shove this thing in my cunt. You think you could give me a hand?"

"I think that could be arranged," taking the dildo from her hand.

"Good answer," as she put her foot up on the cushion beside me opening her legs and crotch towards me. She did giggle as I had to set the dildo down to unsnap her girdle crotch, but hissed as I slid it into her wet pussy, no extra lube needed. "Now don't be ornery down there and make me cum."

I slid it in and began to reach for the snaps, Barbra grabbed my hand and pushed it back to the dildo, "I said don't be ornery."

Oh, that kind of don't be ornery, as in you better make me cum. Damn it's a real shame some of the things we guys have to do. I got a decent grip on the base of the dildo and began moving it in and out.

"Fu fu fu fuuuuuuucccckkkkk..." She hissed.

I sped up a bit and reached back to grip her ass, scratching the seam over her asshole with my fingernail. Barbra's eyes flashed open and she screeched falling to the floor cumming, her legs clamped around the dildo.

Barbra laid on the floor for a bit catching her breath, then curled up to snap the crotch over the dildo, seems she could bend over after all. She rolled to her knees and reached for my pants pulling me to the edge of the booth.

I grinned as she yanked my pants down and dived onto my cock like a mad woman. Alternating between sucking and licking and jamming me down her throat. On the third round down her throat I couldn't take it any more, "I'M CUMMING!!"

Barbra sucked me down letting me shoot straight to her stomach, then pulling off enough to fill her mouth. When I was just about spent she pulled me out and milked the last bit into her cleavage, rubbing the tip of my cock down in a bit to make sure it went where she wanted it.

Only then did she stand up and slip a dress on over her outfit. I managed to pull my slacks up and follow her out the door. She took my hand and off we went like newlyweds, grinning all the way. I was just starting to be able to walk normally again when Barbra said so nonchalantly, "So what is it that turns you on the most, your load in my ass, the dildo strapped up in my cunt, or seeing your load dribbling down into my cleavage?"

If she hadn't been holding my hand I probably would have fallen on my face.

"Personally it's knowing that in a little while you're going to bend me over, snatch that bad boy from my cunt, and give me another load. I wonder if it will squirt out around it when you shove the dildo back in me?"

I just followed that lovely swinging girdle enclosed ass around the store grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

We were only there for steaks and potatoes, but she seemed to take pleasure in standing in front of the lit showcases letting me, and a few other lucky guys, see her delicious silhouette through her dress. She did pick up a few spices, but other than that and the steaks it was a total tease trip and I loved it knowing she was doing it just for me.

As soon as we got back to the truck she slipped the dress off, leaving her incased in just the bra and girdle. I was waived off to the drivers' seat to get us on down the road. I knew what she had on, and yet I still had to do a bit of a double take as she moved about prepping the steaks in that skin colored outfit, only a shade or two off from her natural color.

That last hour was murder on my neck, turning to try and get a glimpse of her, sometimes sitting in the booth so I could see her, a few times with her leg kicked out letting me look right between her legs to see the circle of the base of the dildo that I had put in her. As we got closer she was making noise behind me at the kitchen, but out of sight. I still had the image of her standing there in her tight girdle and bra to fill in the image.

When I pulled into the RV park I had to make a pass behind Barbra, stopping to snuggle up behind her and run my hands over her enclosed body. Running my hands over that silky material covering her luscious body, down and around her hips feeling her snuggle back into my hard cock as I feel the heat of her pussy. Sliding my hands up to cup her tits and jiggle them what little bit her vest would allow. Turning as I went out the side door to enjoy the sight of that girdle snugged up tight in the crease of her ass.

Returning to the same sight and having to just stop and stare, the girdle right up in between her cheeks, those two globes she described me getting my hands on as I ploughed her tight ass. She jiggled her ass knowing I was looking, giggling as she did. I gave it a nice swat as I went past changing that giggle into a squeak.

We pulled into our spot and I hopped up to molest Barbra. I settled my hard cock against that ass, reached around and crossed my arms under her tits feeling that tight fabric under my palms as I pulled her close. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How delicious it is to hold you close, barely separated by a thin layer of cloth?"

Barbra put her arms and hands over mine, then shifted our hands. Bringing one down to cup her encased mound, the other up to cup her tit trying to escape over the top of that cup. "So you're okay with me wearing this?"

"Well I hope not all the time, how am I gong to ravage my Barbie doll if she's all wrapped up?" bringing the hand cupping a tit to the top of the cup to tease the exposed edge as I leaned forward and nibbled on her neck.

Barbra put her hand on my head holding me to her neck, "Anytime any where..." she said softly.

I was just holding and caressing Barbra, enjoying her in my arms, feeling her close and yet covered, listening to her breathing quicken.

I was contemplating reaching down and popping those crotch snaps when my phone chimed. "Saved by the bell," I told her, giving her tits and I hope her nipples a quick squeeze before reaching for my phone.

It was a text from Hank letting us know he was an hour out. "That gives us about half an hour before we have to start the grill. You have anything in particular you'd like to do in the mean time?" Barbra asked bringing my hands to her bra hooks.

I let my pinkies enjoy her cleavage as I began to unsnap her. "I was thinking about playing with my Barbie doll..."

Barbra giggled, "A grown man playing with dolls..." as I had her bra almost unsnapped and was nuzzling her cleavage.

"Mmmmm, but this isn't just any Barbie doll. This is my hot sexy Barbie doll." I flipped her nipple ring up with my nose and took her nipple between my teeth. I let her shrug her bra off as I slid my hands down her waist to the top of her girdle.

I tried to get her girdle worked down her hips, but that thing was so tight and she had worked up a sweat that it wasn't moving. Barbra grunted and then hooked her thumbs into the waist and started wiggling her hips to work them down. Once she had them past her hips they came down in a flash. Her shaved pussy in front of my face as I slid them past her ankles.

I couldn't help myself and grabbed those cheeks and pulled her to my face, my tongue searching out her clit. "Where... do you... want me?" she panted.




Barbie Doll Ch. 02



I stood back up, holding her arms wide as I looked her up and down enjoying the beauty before me. I brought her hands together and kissed the backs, then led her to our bed. Barbra laid down, spreading her legs and letting the dildo slowly emerge from her pussy, then grabbing the end and slowly fuck herself as I undressed.

Barbra smiled as I dropped my shorts, my hard cock bouncing out making her bite the corner of her lip. As I stepped toward our bunk she pulled the dildo out and held her arms out to me. I kneeled and crawled in on top of her, not stopping as I slid deep into her and laid on top of her, mashing her tits between us as I leaned down for a nice kiss. Not a mad frenzy, just the two of us enjoying each other.

Barbra pulled me down to put my head beside hers, "This is where you belong..." she whispered. Barbra put her ankles in my ass and rotated her hips up to get the last bit of me in her. "Fill me..."

I pulled up to look her in the eye, "You got most of it already. Us old guys don't have quite the recovery."

Barbra smiled up at me, "But you have the endurance, and besides, with most of it in my ass and down my throat, there won't be quite as much to dribble down my thighs this evening," clamping her pussy around my cock.

We kissed and I moved in her sweet pussy, not attacking, just enjoying each other. Feeling her take me in and release me, feeling her warm pussy enveloping me and feeling the cool air on my wet cock.

Barbra was beginning to tremble and I was trying to hold off to cum with her, "Fill me..." she said as she clamped down on me. I couldn't hold off, I drove into her and gave her all I had left. It wasn't much, but a lot of nice spasms in her quivering pussy, Barbra holding me tight and having a nice little orgasm under me.

We laid there catching our breath, I began to roll off Barbra when she stopped me. "Stay..." I turned my head to her and kissed her, all my weight on top of her. I was worried about her, but she smiled. "This is better than my big bra..."

Ahhhh! I let my arms go under her and wrap around her while laying on her, then hugged her tight while still laying on her. I could feel her breath go out as she smiled. "ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk..." She sighed, quivering and letting my now soft cock slip from her pussy as she had a small orgasm.

I finally rolled off of her and looked at the clock. "I gotta get the grill started..."

"You got my fire started..."

I just slapped my forehead and groaned. I rolled out and grabbed my clothes, Barbra sat up and snagged my shorts grinning. So it was jeans and a shirt, haven't had a better reason to go commando in a LONG time.

I grabbed my charcoal, metal bucket, and wire brush from the back compartment and went to clean the grill. I had just gotten the previous users remains scraped from the grill when Barbra came out in a lovely gauzy peasant dress. Obviously braless from the movement and shadow of nipple showing.

She stepped out and looked around, then grinned and lifter her dress to show me she was also commando, then rotated her leg to show me she was indeed dribbling down her thighs. I just grinned and shook my head.

I picked up the wire brush and Barbra started laughing, "What?"

"Boys and their toys..."

"Humph!" I held up my wire brush... in the chuck of my cordless drill and gave the grill one last quick once over before getting out the charcoal. Work smart, not hard!

I got the charcoal started with the maximum amount of flame... just because. Once it settled down I came back into... Son of a bitch she's gorgeous...

"You're letting flies in..."

I stepped in and kept staring at her ass... I was becoming a bit of an ass man, especially since it was sticking out of the back of her apron. But when she turned around I remembered why I was a tit man, her apron captured between her nipples with her nipple rings outside the apron to make sure they didn't get covered.

Barbra grinned at me, "I thought I'd take my dress off to let my thighs dry out a bit, wouldn't want to give Hank the wrong idea with a big wet spot on my dress now would we? He might think you've been ravaging me for the last few hours..."

I stepped toward her to do just that.

"Uh uh, sit. I'm dribbling bad enough with you looking at me. You play now and I'll have to stand all the way through supper." I grinned, that wasn't a bad thought.

I watched her work prepping the steaks, wrapping the potatoes, wiggling her ass at me... I was almost to the breaking point when I heard Hank pull in. I got up, squeezed a cheek, groped a tit and nibbled on her neck. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Good..." she said softly as I went out to greet our wayward travelers.

Hank and Grace came out to greet me, the kids were still glued to their game.

"Everything okay?" Hank asked with Grace on his arm.

I was about to answer him when the side door opened and Hank looked past me and grinned. Grace was a bit bug eyed but grinning as well.

"Hey guys. Better get situated, steaks and baked potatoes going on now."

I grinned watching her jiggle over to the grill, and turn her back and bend slightly to put the food on the grill, her dress falling perfectly between her cheeks. We watched her plop things on then saunter over to us and put her arm around my waist. "I'll put burgers on for the kids later."

Barbra pulled my arm around her waist from where I had put it in the small of her back. "JJ didn't give you any trouble did he?"

"No.. he.. uh..." Hank stumbled trying not to look at Barbra's' thinly covered chest.

Grace hip bumped him, "No he was a nice young man."

Hank just smiled.

"Good!" Barbra turned back to the truck and called over her shoulder, "What do you want to drink honey? Water, soda, or... something else?"

Grace coughed and slapped at my shoulder as she went by to follow Barbra. Hank was looking between me and the retreating ladies. I just grinned and shrugged. He went to hook up and level out while I went to tend the grill.

I couldn't quit grinning. I was living any mans wet dream. A huge chested woman that wants it in the ass, down her throat, and on her tits... and likes older men to boot! I was afraid that I was going to wake up from this dream and find myself alone in my bunk. Grace came out of the truck about the time Hank had their RV leveled. She was grinning but shaking her finger at me as she went by. I just smiled at her.

Barbra came out no longer in her dress, she had changed to a dress shirt with the tails tied and her long shorts. She came over and wrapper her arms around my waist and tipped her head back with puckered lips. I gave her a not so quick peck. "The kids are staying with us tonight."

"OH?"

"You're a corrupting influence on Grace."

I reached over to pull her shirt open to get a better look at her chest, "Me huh? You sure it wasn't my Barbie doll teasing Hank?"

"Never," she put my hand on her tit and put her arms behind my neck to pull me down for a nice kiss.

"EWWWWWW!!" we heard from beside us. JJ was standing there making a face at us kissing. Good thing he wasn't on the other side to see me groping Barbra.

Barbra snickered, gave me another quick peck and grabbed JJ's arm to drag him off to the truck.

A few minutes later they came out, JJ heading back to the RV, and Barbra carrying the plate of burgers.

We had an enjoyable evening, Barbra snuggling around me and Grace snuggling against Hank. I think the girls were having an unofficial contest to see who could tease their guy the most without the kids catching on. Grace was winning... or Hank was loosing... depending on how you looked at it. Personally I think we all won.

JJ plugged his game into the system in the twin bunk above us and it was game central for an hour or so. Then JJ and Sam finally settled in, with Sally retreating to the wedge bunk. I just cuddled up behind Barbra, her hand down my shorts and mine up her shirt.

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I woke up to the curtain pulled closed and Barbra swallowing my cock moaning softly. I put the pillow over my face as she built up some speed and swallowed me to my balls as I erupted down her throat. I arched like I had been hit with an electric shock, seeing stars as she drank me in. When I was able to pull the pillow from my head I saw Barbra laying down beside my cock, licking me like an ice cream cone.

I shook my finger at her and was going to say something when I heard the bathroom door. She grinned, took one last lick, then pulled the covers over me and rolled out through the curtains. Them damn ornery young women... GRIN

It was a whirl wind day. Up the road for a fairly quick stop at Devils tower, hit the road to Mt. Rushmore, then we said good bye to our caravan companions. Hank and Grace heading north for some other stops, and us heading east to Madison. We made it to Murdo before calling it a night.

For as wild as yesterday and this morning had been tonight was... comfortable. We each took our shower with the outside curtain only half pulled. We cuddled and caressed, kissed and fondled. I cupped and squeezed her mound outside her shorts while Barbra tried to put her tongue down my throat. But we snuggled in with her under my arm, her fingers playing with my chest hair until she fell asleep.

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I woke to her hand in my shorts around my firm cock and mine in her top cupping a nice tit and nipple. I tipped her head up with my free hand and lightly kissed her lips, rolling her nipple a little, momentarily forgetting we weren't alone. That spell was broken by the sounds of JJ rummaging through the frig. I did at least get to kiss her soft cleavage as she rolled over me to get out.

That was followed by 'What were you doing?' in giggly tone from JJ. Then there was some scuffling sounds that were immediately followed by JJ giggling and then screaming. Mom had trapped him!

I rolled out and JJ looked at me grinning, then at Barbra pointing a finger at him. He went back to his cereal but was still grinning.

Coffee and toast later and we were on the road again. JJ in the wedge playing his games, me behind the wheel, and Barbra at the table working on her laptop. For some reason working on her laptop required the tied dress shirt again, but paired with a short skirt. And with her knee kicked out I had a nice view most of the way up that skirt when I glanced back. Man I have to install a rear view mirror!

We had just crossed into Minnesota when Barbra came up beside me and squatted down. I turned to look and about ran off the road. She squatted with knees spread and skirt around her waist, "Anything in particular you want to eat for lunch?"

I looked between the road, her smile, and her wet pussy. I had to look at the road, I wanted to devour her.

"No, okay, well I'll make some sandwiches. Here's a sample of desert." She wiped a finger between her pussy lips and brought it to my lips to clean.

The next two hours were torture, she took pleasure in making little noises that would make me glance back. A leg kicked out to let me see more up her skirt, her back turned and bent over slightly with that skirt caught up deep in the crack of her ass. Coming up and leaning over putting her tit on my shoulder and nibbling on my neck or ear while putting her hand in my shirt to play with my chest hair. She must like hair!

I pulled into the truck stop and managed to get out and rearrange myself without drawing any attention. I was about half way through filling the tanks when Barbra came out, plastered herself against me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a wonderful kiss.

"You know I'm dribbling down my thighs and you haven't even filled me up yet," she whispered in my ear before resuming her kiss and grinding her mound into my hard cock.

I wrapped my arms around her mashing her chest to mine and leaned back picking her up making her squeak. I noticed her reflection in the pump behind her as the wind flipped her skirt around. "You know you're giving the guy behind us quite a look at your ass," I whispered back to her.

"As long as it's only your hands and cock back there I don't care. He'll have a busy hand tonight if he doesn't have his wife with him now won't he?"

I just squeezed her tighter and kissed her until the pump clicked off. I think she did about give the guy a heart attack when she opened the side door. She stopped for a moment, bent forward slightly, and flipped the back of her skirt up as she stepped up into the truck. WORKS FOR ME!

I managed to hang the pumps up and cap the tanks without screwing up with the image of Barbra's bare ass in my mind. I came in the side door and Barbra was bent over at the frig, her cheeks and glistening pussy visible momentarily as I stepped up.

Since she didn't straighten up I reached down and swiped my finger through her wet pussy. Barbra screeched, jumped, and spun around. I put one finger to my lips for her to be quiet, pointed to JJ's bunk, then licked her juices from my finger, "MMMmmmmmmm." Barbra gasped, snickered, and pushed me toward the drivers seat.

Shortly after we got back on the road Barbra plopped down in the passenger seat, one foot on the dash and one on my seat. That was bad enough, but when the aroma and sound of fingers in pussy got to me I should have put in for hazard pay trying to keep my eyes on the road. Evidentially an hour was sufficient torture as she hopped back up and went back to work on her laptop, even if it was with legs spread enough to tease me.

Once we got through Madison JJ came out of his cave and decided to ride shotgun, giving me directions. He argued with the Garmin a few times, until I pointed out that I couldn't go down some roads with the big truck. He seemed satisfied when we rejoined his route a little farther up the road. He grinned when Barbra leaned over and cupped her hand to whisper in my ear, "You are sooo going to fuck me silly tonight." If he only knew what she was whispering that made me grin like that he'd be screaming EEEEWWWWW for the next year.

I pulled up the drive, angling more toward the barn, I had barely stopped when JJ launched out the side door followed shortly by Barbra. I let the engine idle down a bit then shut it down and crawled out.

I came around the front of the truck and all conversation ceased. Barbra turned and grabbed my arm, "Jackson, this is my knight in shining amour. Ken this is Jackson and Tess, Jacks' parents." They both just looked at me, evidentially I was not what they were expecting.

Jackson and I looked each other over. While I had done my stint and gotten out of the Navy and was a 'civilian', Jackson was 'a Marine!' Even at his age he looked like he could still kick ass and take names. Hard muscle and crew cut like he had just mustered out. Probably had to kick him out kicking and screaming.

I held a hand out, "Jackson."

He returned it with a VERY firm grip, "Ken."

"I'm hungry..." JJ broke the mood and we all went inside. Drinks were offered all around, Jackson with his beer, the girls had some wine, I stuck with soft drinks, I had a feeling I was going to need my wits around me tonight.

After his sandwich JJ ran to the truck for his game console and then right upstairs. We sat back on the porch, Jackson and Tess in some old comfortable Adirondack chairs, Barbra and I on a bench swing. I sat back with my arms across the back, she just snuggled in beside me under my arm tucking her feet up under her butt. I was tempted to put my arm around her shoulder, when I really wanted to put it around her neck and drop my hand into her shirt and play with her nipples.

Tess and Jackson stopped talking and just looked at us. "So what made you stop and give Barbra a hand Ken?"

Before I could answer him Barbra spoke up, "well it wasn't for my good looks, his first sight of me was a blubbering woman."

I chuckled, "Well... uh..." was all I could say.

Barbra turned to me, "What?"

"That technically wasn't the first time I saw you."

"WHAT? When?"

"Well the first time," I paused and grinned, "Was when you went whizzing by me in Seattle dancing in the seat singing to the radio while JJ was glued to his game."

Barbra looked, her mouth opened, her mouth closed and she turned beet red as Jackson and Tess laughed.

Barbra turned and buried her head in my shoulder and lightly pounded my chest with her fist. "You are sooo terrible." I did put my arm around her now.

Tess finally spoke up, "So JJ tells us he had a wonderful time. I have to say thanks for that, we wouldn't have been able to make the trip from here."

"It was my pleasure. I haven't had that much fun since the kids were little."

"So your wife doesn't travel with you?" Tess asked fishing like any woman would.

I cringed, my gut turned into a knot and the world went gray, I probably squeezed Barbra's shoulder a bit hard from her gasp.

I heard Barbra in a fog, "She ran off with her girlfriend." I felt her arms around me and I just sat there shaking. Tess didn't say anything for a while, then got up to get some snacks. Jackson just looked at me, neither of us saying a word. I finally relaxed enough to rejoin the world.

Jackson looked at me grinning, "So squid, what were you in for?"

Tess slapped him up behind the head as she came back out, he didn't move. I cracked a smile, then we both shared a laugh, the girls shaking their heads at us.

"Avionics tech."

"Whew, I was hoping you weren't one of those paper pushers." Tess made a noise and rolled her eyes. "So what have you been up to lately?"

"Well I guess you could say I was an electrician before I retired, I specialized in making the power supplies for other peoples projects."

"So you're retired now?" Tess asked softly, cautiously.

"I guess, but you know how it is, can't just sit still." She rolled her eyes and looked at her husband.

"So what have you been keeping busy with?" Jackson asked.

"Ken restores tractors, he's got a shiny old John Deere on the trailer we're delivering to Nashville."

I squeezed Barbra's shoulder looking down at the top of her head, "We?"

Barbra looked up in my eyes, "If you'll let me," she said softly. I just smiled and kissed her forehead. Somebody, I think Tess, gasped.

"When you pulling out?" Jackson asked.

"We can only stay a day or so. I have to get the tractor out to Nashville in about four days."

"That's a bit of a trip. Probably best to pull out tomorrow."

"I didn't want to cut Barbra short..."

"Better get her car unloaded just in case."

Barbra uncurled from me and I followed Jackson out to the truck. I un-tarped the trike, Jackson grinned, "NICE!"

"It was my treat to myself when I sold the F150. It's not good for running in the rain, but I get great gas mileage." I undid the straps and grinned, "Watch this."

I reached in and hit the key. As soon as it fired I revved it up a few times. Moments later JJ came launching out the front door running for the trailer. I lowered the beaver tail and he came running up and hopped on the back of the trike. I backed it off, then crooked my finger to Barbra.

She came over hesitantly. There wasn't another sole around, so she couldn't really hurt anything so... "Hop on."

"WHAT!"

I put my hands on her waist and picked her up screeching and sat her on the seat. "Gas," I revved the throttle. I put her hand on the other handle and pointed to the floor, "clutch." She put her foot on it and stepped down grinning.

I reached in and shifted it into first gear, "Let it out slowly."

Barbra was about to say something when JJ scooted up behind her, "Come on Mom, lets go!" I just grinned and stepped back.

She was a little shaky with the clutch, but managed to get it rolling without stalling it. Chugging along at idle a bit with JJ telling her to floor it. She gave it a little more gas grinning like her face was going to crack. She headed out behind the barn as I crawled up and pulled the tarp off the tractor.




Barbie Doll Ch. 02



"DAMN!" Jackson gasped.

I crawled up and kicked it over to let it warm up. "Not bad if I do say so myself."

Jackson hopped up quicker than I gave him credit for. He looked in and around and under. "How long?"

"This one took us a little over a year."

He turned to look at me, "Us?"

"I worked with a guy out near Seattle, this was our last one together."

"And after Nashville..."

"Anywhere but Seattle."

Jackson looked at me, barely nodded, and the subject was closed.

I released the front chain, "You want to guide or drive?"

Jackson didn't answer, he just hopped up and nudged the throttle grinning almost as much as Barbra had. I stood back as he backed it down, no help needed.

He shut it down and just sat there grinning, "Last time I was on one of these was before I enlisted."

Barbra came back around the barn and pulled up beside us. She shut it off, released the clutch a little too soon making it jump. But in spite of that she stood up with her hands in the air, "I want my license!"

Jackson and I chuckled and she scowled at us.

I pulled the truck around to the barn, and under the expert guidance of JJ, we rolled Barbra's car off and into the shop.

Barbra opened the back, handed a decent sized box to JJ and took a bag herself and pointed to the truck.

We popped the hood on her car and looked it over a bit. It did at least crank over, but Jackson wouldn't know more until he tore into it.

As I went to the truck Barbra and JJ came back out with different stuff and headed to the house. I got a quick peck as she passed.

Jackson and I got the tractor and trike loaded, chained, and tarped. Ready to pull out whenever Barbra was ready.

Tess was trying to make me FAT! She did up a roast with all the trimmings, I finally had to call time and push myself away from the table.

We sat back chatting until Jackson mentioned desert, seems JJ had a hankering for s'mores and Jackson was THE expert around here on them. He tossed a few pieces of wood in the fire pit and let it get hot while he and JJ got things ready. Barbra disappeared and came back with a small glass of my Makers Mark. She took a little sip before handing it to me grinning.

We sat back, Barbra sideways on my lap with her arm around my neck as we watched Grandfather and Grandson at the fire pit under Grandmothers supervision.

JJ went gang busters on the s'mores, devouring the first two almost before they were cool enough to eat. He brought the third over to us, Barbra fed me a bite, then herself. On the third bite some chocolate dribbled on my chin, she wiped it off slowly and then licked her finger clean.

"Moooommmmmm!" he ran back to the fire pit with Jackson and Tess laughing. As soon as his back was turned Barbra licked my chin.

Barbra took another sip of my drink and kicked her head back looking up at the stars, "This reminds me of our second night together..."

I think Tess was going to choke on her wine.

That launched Barbra into the story of showing her the sunset, followed by laying out on the tail of the trailer under the stars and falling asleep.

JJ about nodded off sitting there, so Barbra prompted him to head for the shower. The four of us sat there a bit enjoying the night sky, listening to the fire cackle as it slowly died out, the wonderful aroma of wood smoke.

Tess soon got up to go check on JJ, followed shortly by Jackson as he finished his beer. Once I herd the screen door slam I put my arm around Barbra and rolled her to me. She put her arm behind my neck and we kissed. Not the mad passionate gotta cum kiss, an 'I just want to hold you' kiss, an 'I love feeling you next to me' kiss.

Barbra untangled herself from my lap and put the screen over the fire pit, "I'm going to go check on JJ." She leaned over and gave me one last peck with her hand on my jaw.

I downed the last sip of Makers Mark and headed around the house to the truck. The dark truck, strangely silent. I stood inside for a moment, the only light from the step waiting to time out. As it began to fade I reached over and hit the generator start, the truck coming to light moments later.

My same old truck and yet not my same old truck. JJ's stuff was gone, but there were cups in the sink, my now almost empty bottle of Makers Mark on the counter. Barbra's bags up on her bunk, our bunk still a mess from this morning. Her scrunchie hanging in the shower under her shampoo.

I put the bottle back up in the cupboard and sat on the edge of the booth seat, even the aroma of the truck had changed. Not anything I could put a finger on, but a nice change none the less. I grinned at the thought of this last week, the total old man's fantasy. Tonight with Jackson and Tess, Barbra and JJ, sitting around the fire. Wondering when the bubble was going to burst.

I was deep in thought, probably fueled by good food, good company, and maybe just a touch of alcohol... maybe.

Barbra opened the door and was coming up the steps when I broke out of my stupor. "I thought you'd spend the night in a real bed."

Barbra stepped over and put her arms around my neck drawing herself to me, her tits just under my chin. "HA! Jackson likes to get up and have his breakfast BEFORE he goes out to wake the chickens."

I had to chuckle at that.

"And besides, I belong in OUR bed," as she pulled my face into her cleavage. What can I say, I nibbled on the edges of her cleavage and reached around to squeeze and play with her butt.

She let me play a bit more, then stepped back and shucked her clothes, no stripping for me or teasing, just get them off and get naked. "Shower time!" I was hoping for a bit of a shower show, but it to was a no nonsense wash up and rinse down. "NEXT!" I did enjoy quite the titty jiggle as she dried her hair, but with those beauties that was inevitable.

I didn't take quite the quick shower, but I was thinking of a way to make it bigger so we could shower together. I came out to that lovely vision again, Barbra on her belly with her legs kicked up and ankles crossed. "Do you have any idea how damn beautiful you are?"

Barbra just turned to me with a twinkle in her eye, "All I'd need is the big hairdo and I could be one of your magazine girls." She bit her lip as she pulled out a few more magazines. Barbra had been pulling out my magazines and we had been going through them since she had found them the first time. She had a stack we'd already been through beside her and was getting down to the bottom of the stack still in the headboard.

Barbra pulled out the next one and just looked at it, then turned it to me and said slowly, "Ken, what's this one?"

I looked down to see the cover showing a woman bent over a table getting her ass whipped, bright red marks across her cheeks, "It's a three fer."

"A what?"

"A three fer. Some of the oddball magazines don't always sell that well, and they'll package three magazines in a pack for a special, the ones that sell like my retro on the outside, and a mystery magazine on the inside. Sometimes it's an okay magazine, sometimes it's an odd ball like that one. I usually just pitch the odd balls. Must not have with that one for some reason."

"So I don't have to worry about you wanting to take a whip to my ass?" still a bit cautious.

I chuckled, "maybe give you a swat or two while I'm fucking your ass, but no, no whips and stuff. Don't remember even cracking it open."

"OH!" she grinned back and wiggled her ass.

I crawled in beside her, rubbing my hand on that lovely ass.

"Some people actually like this stuff?" she said picking the magazine back up and turning the cover to me.

I shrugged, "Different strokes for different folks. Some guys like tits, some ass, some legs. Just like some women like getting their ass fucked and some don't," dipping a finger between her cheeks and rubbing her ass. "Hell I dated a woman that didn't want her pussy eaten, wasted four months to find that out."

Barbra looked at me wide eyed, "What kind of crazy woman wouldn't want a tongue in her cunt!"

I just shrugged again, "thankfully not you."

Barbra grinned, "honey you can eat me anytime anywhere." I think my playing with her ass was getting to her, she rolled against me dislodging my hand. She opened the magazine and began paging through it, the first few were more of the cover, then we came to a scene of a blindfolded woman tied spread eagle to a big bed, a... well I don't know what you call it. A two foot long 'whip' that had a few dozen strips about a quarter inch wide across her belly.

"FUCK THAT WOULD HURT!" Barbra exclaimed.

I snickered, "He's not hurting her, he's teasing her..." she looked at me like I was crazy. I pointed to the picture, "see, no red marks, and if he was swinging it it wouldn't be all fanned out. Instead he's dragging it across her. Her mind is filling in what she can't see, that those strips tickling her could be stinging her instead. And being tied up and blindfolded just intensifies it."

Barbra looked closer, and took an interest in the next few pages showing close up of it across her tits and shaved pussy. About half way through the magazine we came across a spread that really took her interest.

Picture this: a woman laid back on a table. Her belly criss-crossed with rope tying her to the table, her arms tied to her sides under the criss-cross. Her ankles tied back to her thighs, ropes around her knees holding her spread wide open. Her head strapped back, and her pendulous tits wrapped up in rope, the tips dark and over flowing the rope with her nipples tied up similar with twine.

The next page was the same woman, but this time she was getting her ass and mouth fucked by two guys. Close ups followed of her ass and throat, the one Barbra stopped on was a bit of an up shot of the womans' tits and nipples bound up with her being throat fucked in the back ground just slightly out of focus.

I was getting hard at looking at all this in spite of myself.

Barbra rolled away from me a bit, reached for the headboard and pulled out her little tube of lube and a rubber. She handed it to me, and in a raspy voice, "fuck my ass."

I put a little on the rubber after quickly rolling it on and a dab on her ass making her hiss. Barbra flipped back to the picture of the two guys fucking the woman tied to the table. "FUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEE..." she groaned as I slid in her.

She turned to the close up of the cock in the woman's ass. "Fuck me like you did the first time babe, I want to fell like it's coming out my throat."

I reached around and pulled her tight, grabbing a tit in each hand and drove into her. Fucking that tight ass like I was never going to stop. When I rearranged my hands to the opposite tit to get a better grip Barbra groaned and turned to the close up of those tied tits and began cumming.

She was cumming and screaming while staring at the picture, her ass was spasming around me and I couldn't take it. I unloaded like I hadn't cum in weeks, feeling her pussy soaking my balls watching her run her fingers over the picture of those tied up tits...

Barbra was on her belly, her body still quivering, her face in the magazine still open to that picture. I rolled out and cleaned up, putting a damp towel between her legs just in case, she only moaned and began another little orgasm. I killed the lights and generator and crawled in beside her, me against her for a change. I couldn't help myself and let my pinkie drop to her ass. "yessss" she hissed softly before finally dropping off to sleep.

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I woke by my self strangely, Barbra up getting breakfast, well toast and coffee. But a bit silent. I pulled the curtain back to see her in a dress shirt, only the bottom two buttons again. One of these days I'm going to have to say something to her about that, she should really leave those two unbuttoned don't you think?

I came up behind her nestling my cock in the crease of her ass and reaching around to cup and lift her tits and kiss her neck. She was a bit tense, "What's wrong babe?" kissing her neck again.

Barbra hung her head and looked back towards our bed. I looked and saw the magazine still laying there. OH, the being tied up thing. I turned her around and she buried her head in my shoulder. I tipped her head up and kissed her softly, at least that was the intention. A moment later she was wrapped arms and legs around me kissing me like she was starving. "I was afraid..." she managed to get out one time when she came up for air.

I grabbed her butt and sat her on the edge of the counter, Barbra never letting her arms and legs go. I cupped her chin and gave her another soft kiss, "It isn't such a stretch for you to like that." I let my hands drop and wrap around the outside of her tits and give them a squeeze, "You like your tight bras and girdles, and your big ACE bandages wrapped around these bauties." She blushed at that, "It's okay that you would enjoy being tied up a bit, feeling those ropes restricting your movement."

"It wasn't so much that as..." she put her hands on mine and squeezed.

"Ohhhh..." I gave them my own squeeze, then dipped my head to nip at her nipples. I dropped her hands and mine and pulled her tightly to me hearing her sigh. I held her good and tight and nibbled on her ear. "And since you enjoy being trussed up tight, today we're going to do the opposite. As soon as we pull out you get naked. No bra no panties, no jeans, no nothing. If we leave the truck you can throw a dress on, but nothing under it but your shoes."

I saw her eyes sparkle, "You too?"

I chuckled, "I have to have my pants on driving, but any time I'm within reach of your body I am going to have a hand on you. Touching your thighs, fingering your pussy and ass, squeezing your nipple. I may even make you come up beside me, wet your fingers in your spread pussy, and feed them to me to clean."

"Okay!" she giggled. We got dressed enough to get out and say our goodbye's, JJ hugging Barbra and her admonishing him to behave. I got a handshake, but I pulled him up for a hug, he really was a good kid. I hug from Tess, and a FIRM handshake from Jackson and an admonishment to take care of Barbra and we were on the road.

Two turns down the road and the clothes came flying up at me. I turned to see Barbra with her hands up behind her head and her knee kicked out. "Hubba hubba," made her grin. I glance back a few times, seeing her drag her stuff out and spread it all over the floor. All the different views of her naked body was keeping me hard enough to want to go back there and give her a good fucking. From the grin as she looked at me she knew it too.

Barbra came up and leaned over my shoulder hanging her bare tit over onto my chest, "We'll need to make a grocery stop somewhere along the way, and we've about emptied the Makers Mark."

"Going to have to be a Wal-Mart or something like that with a big parking lot unless you want to stop long enough to unload the trike."

"No that will do."

There was an air horn from beside us and we looked over at the guy beside us trying to drive and look over at Barbra leaned over my chest. "I think he likes what he's seeing."

"Well than this will make him cum in his shorts." Barbra did the little finger wave, blew him a kiss, then sunk down like she was heading for my lap. What she did was lay back out of sight against the passenger seat, spread her pussy, and run her fingers back and forth very nosily. I looked over at the guy beside us, "Yup, either he came in his shorts or he's having a heart attack."

I slowed enough to let him get ahead and pull in front of us, Barbra sat up and fed me the fingers that were in her pussy, her sweet delicious pussy.

We made it down though Madison and were on the outer suburbs when I spotted a Wal-Mart Super Store sign, so we pulled off. I was handed my shirt while Barbra slipped a dress on, what there was of it. Strapless gauzy and short. An elastic band halfway up her chest letting a fair amount of cleavage show, another tucked way under them letting her pierced nipples become plainly visible and stopping barely at mid thigh. "I haven't worn this in a while, it's not too tight is it?" she asked while circling her nipples with her fingers.

I looked down at the fabric stretched tight across those beauties, "Never," I grinned.

"Good," taking my hand and putting it on her bare mound under her dress. She squeezed her legs together enough to keep my hand there while she reached up and undid two buttons on my shirt and then played with my chest hair.

"Better?"

"Much," she said releasing my hand and taking the other once we got out the door.

I had a jiggling wiggling woman beside me walking across the lot. The breeze flipping her dress this way and that showing lots of leg., and the air curtain coming into the store plastered the rest of the dress against her momentarily leaving nothing to the imagination.

I think the kid sitting on the floor stocking the bottom shelf came in his pants.

Barbra made a few stops around the meat department, she stopped in front of one of the freezer doors, looked around inside a moment, then closed it grinning. "Can you think of anything you want to nibble on dear?"

I almost came in my pants seeing those nipples standing up hard and proud.

We made one last stop over in automotive and I found just what I was looking for. A little mirror mounted on a bean bag to keep an eye on the kids in the back seat, Barbra snickered at me as I lowered it to try and look up her dress. She looked around then lifted the front to let me see without the mirror, her pussy lips glistening in the light.

Barbra stopped at one of those brochure racks just inside the door, pulling a few for the Dells. She held up one showing the Ducks, "You ever rode one of these?"

"Couple of times in the service, but never for fun."

"Could we?" she asked batting her eye lashes.

I laughed, "We'll check the web site and see." Barbra jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me. I saw the reflection in the glass of her ass appearing momentarily as she slid down me before her dress dropped back into place, NICE!

I made the once around on the load while Barbra headed for the truck. I came in to her ass as she stretched up to the upper cabinets, she just might convert me to a bit of an ass man yet. She took my shirt off, rubbed her nipples in my chest hair, then pushed me towards the drivers' seat.

As soon as she had things put away she got on her laptop. "We doing upper, lower, or both?"

"What do we have time for?"

More clicking, "assuming no major traffic delays, we'd get there for the last full trip with half an hour to spare."

"How much difference between the full and either half?"

"Ballpark forty percent."

"And I suppose you'd like to do the full?" I didn't hear a response so I looked in my newly installed bean bag mirror, to see Barbra grinning at me, hands behind her head doing the shoulder shake to make her chest move. "Fine," I said grinning. She scurried up to the front. I got a quick smooch, and grope of my firm cock, and then she plopped down in the passenger seat legs spread to program it in the Garmin.

"How much will this add to the drive time?" I looked at her programming the Garmin, down to her dripping pussy, and back up to her grinning.

"Half a day roughly, it will put us in later tomorrow instead of mid day, assuming you don't ravage me too much tomorrow morning." The last part followed by fingers in pussy and then to my mouth. Man she is SOOOO going to get fucked tonight!

A few hours later we pulled in, Barbra slipping that little strapless dress on, and me my white shirt, I even remembered to leave the upper buttons undone.

We got our tickets for the last upper / lower run of the day and milled about a bit, checking the info boards, wandering in through the air-conditioned shops then back outside, Barbra enjoying teasing me and a few others in the process of going in and out as her dress became slightly translucent with her sweat. I cupped her jaw and kissed her lightly, "You know you're giving that young man by the window a terrible problem don't you?"




Barbie Doll Ch. 03



Barbie Doll – an old man enjoying with a real life doll

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

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Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else. 

For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.

This story is a bit unusual, what I would call a 'clean out the fridge' story. I put it in Romance, but it also has a healthy dose of Cheating Wives, Screwy Women, a touch of Exhibitionist, and an all over Mature theme.

And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

Eyss, I need an editor, are you volunteering?

And, yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

ENJOY!

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I woke on my back, Barbra laying on top of me with her chin on her crossed arms looking at me, "Morning." I reached up and put her hair behind her ear and stroked her jaw enjoying the feeling of her weight on her tits on my chest.

"Morning," she responded, turning her head enough to kiss my hand. She took a breath, then let it out slowly. "Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

"Probably, I said a lot of things yesterday."

Barbra leaned into my hand. "After the boat ride... when we... when we were gigging the painted broad." She took another deep breath, "When we were kissing... you said..." she was practically pleading with her eyes.

I smiled, "Yeah I think so."

Barbra sighed a relieved sigh and pulled herself up my chest rolling on hers to kiss me, a nice long soft kiss. "Me too..." she whispered as she laid her head down on my shoulder. I couldn't help myself and reached down to cup her ass, two handed as previously instructed. "Mmmmmm..."

We laid there cuddling a bit until my bladder said otherwise. Barbra just laid there with her leg kicked up on display trying to make it difficult to take a piss. I pulled my slacks and shirt on to make the rounds on the truck while the engine warmed up.

I climbed into the cab, sung out "on the road again" and put it in gear with Barbra chuckling at me.

A short while later Barbra came up and sat in the passenger seat with an ornery grin. "You need to go buy a lottery ticket."

"Why is that?"

"Well after the shower last night I have some bad news." I looked concerned at her, but she was still grinning. "For the next few days you're only going to be able to fuck my ass and throat."

For a fifty five year old man it still took a me a bit to realize what she was telling me, then I pouted. "What, no titty fucks?"

Barbra snorted and cupped her tits, "Oh no, you don't get out of fucking the knockers that easy."

"Oh I guess if I have to..." I said with exaggeration. She just grinned and sat back enjoying the nice sunny day. I was grinning so much it hurt having a naked co-pilot, the little bumps in the road making those monsters bounce and jiggle. Enjoying the times when I turned a bit to the east to let the sunshine land on her chest.

We had gotten far enough south west of Chicago to actually be out on the open road again when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and grinned. I sat it on the console and put my finger to my lips for Barbra to be quiet. I hit the answer and then speaker button, "WHERE'S MY FRIED CHICKEN?" I said in a very bad New England accent.

"WHERE'S MY CAVIAR?" came the response in an equally bad southern drawl.

We both chuckled a bit, "Hey Frank, what's up?"

"Not much Ken, you know the routine, same old same old. What ya up to?"

"Same old same old, headed down toward Nashville delivering a John Deere D."

Frank chuckled, "You be careful out on the road you hear. You get too good a look at some of those bikini covered babes and we'll find you on the side of the road after a heart attack."

Barbra stifled a snicker and then cupped her tits and wiggled them at me making her nipple ring flop a bit.

I winked at Barbra, "Yeah, but what a way to go." Her eyes went wide and she had to cover her mouth. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Well on the personal front Major Dickens is wondering when you're coming back to work."

"Really?"

'Yea, she was a bit disappointed to hear that your retirement wasn't a joke."

I got a raised eyebrow from Barbra as she covered her chest. 'Big ass and no tits' I mouthed to her. She uncovered grinning and jiggled again at that.

"And that's the big news you called to tell me?"

"Weeellllllll, you remember when we were working on the entertainment system for the G five?"

I winked at Barbra who was a bit wide eyed, "Vaguely."

"Well we've run into a bit of a wrinkle."

"Oh really, what kind of a wrinkle?" I was trying not to laugh. "Some exec got his porn movie interrupted?"

Frank laughed at that one. "No, more of a problem on the Navy's side."

"Hmmmm, you know I seem to remember someone saying something about it not playing well with their avionics..."

More laughing, "yeah I do seem to remember someone saying something about that."

"So Charles' power setup isn't working to well?" Using my best Hawkeye imitation from MASH.

That brought another chuckle, "something like that. You wouldn't have any ideas on that now would you?"

"I might have a thought or two on it."

I heard some noise in the background so I assumed Frank wasn't alone. Probably was Charles making him make the phone call.

"Care to enlighten me on it?"

"I'd have to think about it for a bit, give me four or five months and I might have something solid."

"That wouldn't give us enough time to prototype something."

"So you would need something a bit quicker, how soon?"

"Month, maybe a little more."

I grinned at Barbra sitting there wide eyed like a kid enjoying the show. I whistled for effect, "That's a bit tight, and with my non-compete I can't really work on anything before then. Not without a special contract or something."

"We could probably work something out, they really need this one."

I knew it, Charles fucked it up and it was his ass on the line for not listening to his crew. And then I had an idea, he had no problem screwing the guys out of their credit on the projects but bent the rules a while back when one of his buddies got canned, so...

"Here's a thought Frank, you remember Derrick Morris"

There was a grunt in the background, "Yeah I think I remember him," he said with a grin in his voice.

"You send me that same contract, personally signed off by Charles, and I'll consider myself motivated to come up with a solution."

Charles couldn't hold back anymore, "I find out you worked on this while on the clock and I'll clean yours." I heard from the background.

My turn to laugh, "Well hello Charles, since I know you went through my computer personally after I left for anything you could use, you know that doesn't fly."

"We'll see about that."

"Nice talking to you too Charles, Frank, you have my email address. Send the contract over and we'll take a look at it and get back to you."

"We?"

"Me and my business partner. With Charles sitting in on your end of the conversation you didn't think I'd be sitting here all by myself did you?"

I herd a noise in the background that made me hope someone had kicked Charles in the balls. I nodded to the phone and mouthed to Barbra, 'Say hi!'

"Hey guys, nice to finally put voices to the names. Ken has told me so much about you, even you Charles."

There was chorus of chuckles on that end so they were up against it on this one. "I'm getting into some traffic here Frank so I'm going to let you go."

"Okay Ken."

"And Harry?"

There was a cough in the background, he was startled to realize I knew he would be there if Charles was. "Yeah Ken?"

"Make sure the dollars are adjusted to current value, not left at what they were back when the contract was originally written. And make sure Charles signs off on that change as well."

Harry chuckled, "Will do, drive safe." And the phone went silent.

I just smiled enjoying the day when Charles got some of what was coming to him.

I was in a really good mood, and glanced over at Barbra GLARING at me, "What?"

"Just an electrician huh?"

I grinned, "Something like that."

Barbra rolled her eyes, "something like that... Do I need to hook my cell up to my laptop?"

"Nah, it'll take an hour or two at least before they can get Charles' head out of his ass and make him sign off on the contract."

"You don't like him much huh?"

"Don't care one way or the other, but it is nice to see a paper pushing brown nosed ass kisser get what's coming to him."

Barbra's eyes went wide and she snorted, "Quite the endorsement. Stepped on a few toes did he?"

My turn to snort, "if you didn't have the right family name or the proper sheepskin on the wall you were just another rung on his ladder regardless of how talented you actually were."

"Real popular guy was he?"

"Only with the snobs..."

"So is this a hard project?"

"Par for the course."

She sat there a bit waiting for me to expand on that, then gave in, "so how long do you think it will take?"

"What?" keeping my eyes on the road trying not to grin.

"This project."

"Oh that."

Barbra was looking at me, then she grinned. "You've already figured it out."

I couldn't hold it and laughed, "Long time ago. That asshole had me questioning my skills and I had to know, so I did my own prototype at home just to make sure I was right."

"So you could send them the specs right now."

"Yeah, but then we couldn't make Charles sweat."

Barbra chuckled at that, "so how much are you selling them, idea, schematic, or layout?"

"I'm usually just the idea man that works with fabricating."

"But you've already done the prototype even if it was bread boarded, and it wouldn't take much to duplicate the bread board and then go from schematic to layout."

"I've never done layouts."

"Neither have I but I know people, we could think about it."

I looked up and down her body on display, "right now I'm having trouble thinking about anything more than keeping the truck between the lines."

"Do I need to go put some clothes on?"

"God I hope not."

Barbra grinned and pealed herself out of the seat, "I guess I better go pick out something to wear when we get there. Fancy?"

I watched her ass wiggling in the mirror, "Not really, just nice casual."

"I think I have that."

Barbra did her things in the back, and I called Don to give him an ETA.

"Honey?" Barbra called from the back when I hung up.

"Hmmmm?"

"Do you think it would be okay to put my dildo in or will it make my ass look too big?"

I groaned, Barbra giggled, I shifted my hard cock in my pants... again!

We got off the interstate well north of Nashville, and a few minutes later we were pulling into a lovely farm estate. I got out of the drivers seat and turned to put my shirt on. "WOW!"

"Think this will do?" Barbra was wearing a white halter that literally cupped and cradled her massive tits in two lovely little slings, and not much more than that, just the thin little band keeping it against her chest. Plenty of cleavage and a bit of the side of her tit showing and maybe even a bit of nipple poking through. That topped a nice tight pair of white shorts. Barbra turned to show me her ass, those shorts riding up tight in her crotch. "I decided against the dildo, it just didn't work with these shorts."

I gulped.

"And besides, it feels sooooo good to feel you split my ass open when you fuck me," she said running her finger over her barely covered asshole.

Somehow I managed to button my shirt and get down the steps.

Don was heading to the trailer totally ignoring us, he was younger than I thought he would be, somewhere in his mid forties.

Barbra helped me untarp the D, Don was practically drooling, and not at Barbra! "What do you think?" I asked hitting the starter.

"Better than I imagined, the pictures didn't do it justice."

We got the trike unloaded and then I backed the D down off the trailer, Don hopping around like he was walking on glass. "You want to drive it?"

"Uhh, YEAAH!"

"Well I guess since you've paid all but the final installment."

Don hopped up grinning and made a slow round in the grass, tearing it up pretty good.

"Now you have to clean it off you know," I laughed.

"I don't fucking care!" he said with a big grin.

Barbra just shook her head. I could tell what she was thinking, 'boys and their toys!'.

He pulled it up near a large steel building and shut it down, sitting there grinning still in the seat.

He finally hopped down, "Come on up to the house, let's get a drink and finish this up!"

We followed him to the house, I put my hand on Barbra's waist, she moved it to her ass. I gave her ass a few nice squeezes, "You're learning," she said softly.

Now I said house, but in reality this was closer to mansion. The big circle drive, three stories with the tall columns, probably a dozen or more bedrooms probably with their own bathrooms and Jacuzzi's, you get the picture.

We followed him into the 'study'. It was almost as big as my old apartment above the shop, twelve foot ceilings, tall windows, lots of book shelves.

"THERE!" he exclaimed handing me a check. "You are staying for dinner aren't you?"

I looked down at Barbra, she shrugged, "I guess we're staying."

"Wonderful! Would you and your daughter like to join us out at the pool for a while?"

I about stumbled, "Um, Barbra isn't my daughter."

Don turned to look at us, "Oh?"

"Girlfriend... for now," Barbra said.

Don smiled, "Interesting. Well please join us anyway." He walked off like it was expected of us.

We followed through a lovely, and very large, home out to the pool area. And through a time warp.

The house was fairly modern, even a bit ultra modern, but the pool area... I had stepped back into the sixties. Pastel steel and web patio furniture, patterned table umbrellas, the whole nine yards.

And walking toward us was a woman right in charter with the environment.

"Sarah, I'd like to introduce you to Ken and Barbra. Ken and Barbra, my wife Sarah."

Now the first part of the equation is that while Don was in his mid to early forties, once Sarah got closer she was actually in her mid sixties at least even if she looked closer to my age from a distance. The really interesting part, at least to me, was what she was wearing.

A teal one piece swimsuit, that was the base description, the vision in front of me was entirely different. Picture a smaller bottom, but not quite a bikini by today's standards showing a nice bit of camel toe. The hips were connected by decent sized gold rings starting just outside where the edge of her bush would have been. The front tapered up to a large gold ring in the middle of her belly, from that in turn went two strips up and over a substantial, probably DD, chest and nipples begging to be let free, each stopping at another large gold ring on the upper slope of said tits which in turn went to the strap around her neck. The strips over her chest had a series of smaller gold rings between them in her cleavage and again around her back. All topped off with a big white floppy hat on a dark chocolate woman.

"Wow." I said softly. I got an elbow in my ribs.

Sarah smiled, "Nice to meet both of you." Barbra got a cheek kiss, I got a hug, I did my best not to enjoy it too much.

We chatted a bit after getting some drinks, me and Don and Barbra sitting at the table, while Sarah lounging nearby. She was very comfortable laying there, knee kicked up, turned a bit toward us. Don and I were both keeping an eye on her, but I had to keep an eye on Barbra snuggled up beside me to keep from getting killed, her huge tit in my arm did seem to be a nice distraction.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation, "Barbra, would you like to go for a swim with me and cool off?" Sarah asked with a grin standing up beside the table and all but putting her tits in Don's face.

Barbra grinned back, "I'd love to, but I'm not sure where I put my bikini." That caused Don to break away from his wife's tits momentarily, but only momentarily.

"Oh that's not a problem dear, we keep several spares in the cabana, just in case someone wants to take a dip."

"I'm a little hard to fit," glancing down at her chest.

"Oh nonsense. You're not much bigger than I was when I was pregnant. And I'm sure if you ask the boys there's no such think as a bikini that's too small."

The girls turned to look at us. I raised my hands in surrender, "I refuse to answer on the grounds I might incriminate myself."

"Ditto," I heard from Don.

The girls rolled their eyes and headed for the cabana. We watched them both walking away, and from the way they were wiggling they knew we were watching.

I looked over the pool area, "This is quite a different set up you have here."

"Yeah, it was part of the original design. We brought everything else up to current when we got the place, but there was just something about the pool area that spoke to us."

"How long have you had it?"

"A little over four years now, took a year before we had this end done enough to move in. Finished the other end a year and a half ago."

"It seems like a lot of house for the two of you."

"Ten months out of the year you're right. But come Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the family reunions it gets crowded. With her kids and mine we have to make the little ones camp out down in the media room. Of course that's not a bad thing since its sound proofed," he chuckled.

"What? Your grand kids don't listen to some Eagles or ZZ Top?"

That made him laugh, "NOT EVEN CLOSE. We can watch and listen over the house system, but I have to mute it to keep from getting a headache."

The girls were coming back from the cabana, Sarah in the lead and still shaking those hips and bouncing her chest, Barbra was behind her in a white wrap.

Barbra stepped up beside me and dropped the wrap, "So what do you think?"

MAN OH MAN I'VE FUCKING DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN!

Barbra in a retro bikini, the bottom was a two inch wide black band low on her hips with a small leopard print triangle covering her pussy. The top was another two inch band right below those beauties, leopard print lower cup and another narrow band for an upper barely covering her areola with an additional narrow band going from beside the cups up and behind her neck... did I forget to mention the cups had the nicest points to them, and they were just a hair small, her tits pillowing just slightly above the top black strip looking like her nipples would show anytime.

"Well?" she was grinning at me staring at her.

I just stood up, walked to her, picked her up with one hand cupping her ass with my finger tips just inside the bottoms and the other behind her back crushing those beauties to my chest and kissed her... and kissed her...

"I don't know Don, you think Ken likes it?"

"OH Don!"

We broke our kiss enough to see Don holding Sarah almost like I was, he just didn't have to lift her to get a good grip on her ass. Barbra turned my head back to her and wrapped her arms around my neck. We resumed a nice kiss, my other hand coming to her other cheek after she wrapped her legs around my middle.




Barbie Doll Ch. 03



I finally turned enough to sit her on the edge of the table. I pulled back and took her jaw in my hands, "You look absolutely gorgeous!"

Barbra brought my far hand up to her tit out of sight of Don and Sarah running my finger over the point, "I thought you might like this one for some reason." She said softly.

"Might huh?" cupping and squeezing a full cup. "How does it fit, really?"

"Better than I thought it would. It's a little small, but it snugs up nice in all the right places."

I kissed the top of her exposed tits, "That sounds promising." I kissed the top of her shoulder, "Find something that fits you and squeezes you just right?" I whispered with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe," she barely whispered in my ear.

"Maybe something more bullet shaped instead of cone. Nice and tight around the base of those beauties but let's your nipples stand out," I whispered back before nipping her earlobe.

Barbra let out a low groan and turned me for another tongue battling kiss.

We came up for air looking at each other like no one else existed, "Almost as good as your magazines?"

"Better, you're real," kissing her again.

Barbra rotated her pussy up against my hard cock, "Even without the big hairdo and makeup."

I squeezed the side of her tit again, "Good thing too, otherwise I'd be laying you back right here and fucking you silly."

"Promises, promises..."

"SO WHEN'S THE WEDDING?" Sarah called out breaking the spell.

Barbra gasped and we turned to see Don and Sarah still cuddled, but looking at us grinning. I pointed a finger at Sarah, "There's no need for dirty words here."

Don laughed, Barbra slapped my shoulder, I kissed her hand. She was about to say something when I was saved by the bell, the dinner bell.

A young woman served dinner, I couldn't begin to tell you what she looked like I was looking at Barbra too much. We talked during dinner, and I guess I held up my end of the conversation but I would never be able to tell you what we talked about. I just kept looking at the smiling vision beside me. That was until I had the shit shocked out of me by Sarah.

I had just taken a bite of potato when Sarah asked, "So Ken, you ever tap any nigger pussy up there in Washington?"

I looked up to see her watching me, that trouble maker look. Well fuck it, I had my check so what the hell. "No Sarah, I've known a few ladies in my time, and a few of them even happened to be black. Looks like I found the rare few." I stood up and managed not to throw something at her, turned and headed for the front door.

There was a caterwauling behind me as I slammed the door. I had planned to just jump in the truck and go, but I hadn't reloaded the trike. Good thing because Sarah had pissed me off so badly I had forgotten about Barbra. She came running out of the house with clothes in hand as I was chaining it down. I didn't bother tarping it, I just balled the tarp up and threw a strap over it.

I had just climbed up in the cab when Sarah came out still in her suit with some kind of wrap billowing behind her. She pounded on my door, I ignored her and started the truck, FUCK LETTING IT WARM UP!

If I hadn't had to let the air build a bit I would have been out of there, she stepped in front of the truck with hands on hips. I pulled forward a bit and she didn't move, she made a cutting motion across her neck, I revved the engine and nudged forward some more.

She was yelling something, I just kept the engine revved. She glared at me, I rolled the window down and let off the gas, "GET THE FUCK. OUT. OF. THE. WAY!"

"I WANT TO TALK TO YOU."

"I DON'T CARE!" I rolled the window back up and rolled a bit closer. All I could see was her head over the hood. I revved the engine again wondering if she would dirty up the bottom of my truck if I ran her over.

She didn't move, STUBBORN STUCK UP BITCH! I shut the truck down and climbed down slamming the door. "SPEAK SO I CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"It was a test."

"WELL COOOONNNNGRAAAADDDDUUUULAAAATIONNNNSSS, YOU WON STUCK UP BITCH OF THE YEAR AWARD. YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF MY WAY NOW?"

Her eyes flared a bit, then she grinned. "It was a test for you. You can leave if you want, but I'd rather you came back up to the house." she turned to walk to the house, and stopped a few steps away and turned back. "You passed with flying colors by the way." She giggled as she walked back to the house.

"What was that all about?"

I jumped not hearing Barbra come up beside me, "Fucked if I know." We turned to go back to the truck, I followed that lovely ass in my dress shirt around to the side door.

I was just sitting back down in the drivers seat when my phone beeped. It was a text from Don, COME UP TO THE HOUSE "What the fuck?"

"What?"

I showed her the text, "What the hell is going on here?"

While I was showing her, another text acme in from a number not in my contact list, 

Barbra turned the phone back to me to let me read it. COME BACK UP TO THE HOUSE AND I'LL EXPLAIN. S. "I'm not going any where near that house, I'd kill the fucking bitch."

Barbra hung over my shoulder resting a tit there, "Well you're too mad to dive. Wanna fool around a bit first?"

I looked at her grinning face, then grinned back at her and pulled her around partially in my lap as far as the steering wheel would let me. "You're terrible," and gave her a nice kiss.

"That's not what you said last night," pulling me up and out of the seat.

I stood and took her in my arms, sliding inside the shirt revealing that lovely bikini she was wearing, "Emmm, and what did I say last night?"

I kissed her neck, "You mean before you called me high maintenance... mmmmmmm."

"Did I call you that?" I cupped a tit and nibbled on her ear lobe, "I seem to remember calling you gorgeous," then cupped and squeezed her ass.

Barbra hissed, then pulled away from me, "Start the air..." as she turned to her bunk.

"Why?"

She looked over her shoulder at me, "cause it's going to get hot in here."

OH!

I turned and hit the start switch on the generator, then the AC. I was turning back as Barbra was dropping her bikini bottoms. She reached back for to back clasp on her bikini top.

"Leave it on," I said.

She looked at me.

"Just pull them out."

Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip a little, then reached into a cup and lifted her tit rolling the cup under on one side, then the other. "Better?" she asked flipping her nipple rings up and down.

"MUCH!"

I began unbuttoning my shirt as Barbra dropped to her knees. She did at least get my pants off before she inhaled me. "God I wish I wasn't on the rag!" she gasped between strokes. She took me in a few more times, even sticking her tongue out to lick my balls a few times, then popped off and grinned. She grabbed something from beside her and then she was rolling a rubber on me.

Barbra stood up still grinning, bent over the table and put some lube in her ass moaning as she did. She pulled her finger out and put another decent blob on her rosebud, "Now fuck my ass."

I stepped up behind her and put my cock against her. Barbra hissed, rolled her ass a bit and pushed back against me, not stopping until I was balls deep in her. She only held still a moment and then began rotating her hips and moving on and off my cock a bit, "fuck me..." she said softly.

As she was coming back against me I grabbed her ass and drove in deep, "YESSSS!"

I pulled back and drove in deep again, pushing her forward and down on the table, "FUUUuuuu..." she groaned.

I pulled back and drove in deep again, "Yes, slap my cunt with those balls."

I did just that, slapping ass cheeks and pussy as I drove in deep and just kept going.

"FUCK... MY... ASS... FUCK... MY... ASS..." over and over as I dove in her, then her head came up and she was spasming and screeching, her ass clenching around me as I lost it. Pumping load after load into that rubber until I collapsed over her back, another grunt as she took my weight.

I managed to catch my breath and was pulling my hands up to take my weight, Barbra caught my hands and pulled them to the sides of her tits squishing out from under her. "Lay there a bit."

What can I say, laying over a hot sweaty woman groping her monsters and my cock in her ass all at her request... life is good! "I love you," I whispered in her ear before kissing her neck.

Barbra shuddered under me, forcing my softening cock from her tight ass, "nnnoooooooooo..."

Somehow I managed to find the strength to stand and roll the rubber off and toss it in the trash. That being all the more difficult with Barbra still laying over the table, tits bulging out and ass and pussy on display.

The knock at the door brought me out of my reverie, "JUST A SECOND!"

I pulled my pants on and tossed my shirt over Barbra's back and butt. Whoever was at the side door shouldn't be able to see in, but just in case...

I opened the door to a young black man in his mid thirties I would guess, "Don asked if you are staying the night if you wouldn't mind backing up to the building and using the RV connections instead of running the generator." He turned away, then turned back, "and breakfast is at eight."

I watched him walking back to the house in the darkening sky trying to wrap my head around this after calling Sarah the bitch of the year.

I turned hearing Barbra moving, "Naughty boy taking advantage of a poor defenseless woman," she grinned. "Wanna do it again?" and giggled still grinning.

I dropped into the drivers seat again and backed the truck up, hooked up, and was still trying to get this straight in my head. I came back in to Barbra now naked holding a small glass of my Makers Mark. She pushed me to one side of the table then plopped down on the other side resting her huge chest on her arms on the table. "I wish we had a couch or something, I liked cuddling with you on the boat."

"Now that I can do." I handed her my glass after standing her up... and admiring her chest again. I popped the latches on the back of the table and dropped it down then rearranged the cushions. "Not quite a couch, but close."

I sat back in the corner and Barbra handed me my glass and slid in in front of me between my legs. She brought my hand over her shoulder and down over her tit, "Much better." Couldn't get much better actually, I was kicked back with a drink in one hand and a naked woman in the other... something is going to fuck this up one way or another.

I looked around, seeing all the little touches of her in here, the scents of her perfume, her shampoo in my nose. "So where do you go from here?" I asked softly kissing the back of her ear.

"I don't know, where should we go from here?"

I inhaled and pulled her tight getting a nice grip on her tit, "We? Are you sure?"

"Asks the man that just had his cock buried in my ass."

"Well there is that..."

"Right after I stuffed him down my throat."

I put my drink on the edge of the booth and reached down to grip the other tit, "Oh now that's ornery." She said as I slid my fingers up to roll them around and play. "Ken, in spite of what Sarah said, I will never trap you into marriage to keep you. You will always have the choice of my staying, married or not."

WHOA! I took a deep breath, but Barbra continued. "We've both been married before, and each have ended badly for different reasons. I loved John with all my heart, and thought I would be adrift forever without him."

Barbra turned enough to look at me, "I love you Ken. I still love John, but in a different way now, he will always be a part of me." She tipped her head up for a kiss, and I kissed her softly. "But there is room for you in my heart, and I hope there is room for me in yours."

She lifted her arm and pointed to a little white bump, "I have two years plus or minus before this runs out, so there is no chance I'm going to trap you with a kid. I stay because I want to... if you want me to." Barbra turned back and nestled in pulling my arms tight around her.

I leaned down and softly kissed her neck, "I love you too." I heard and felt her sigh relaxing back against me, "And you fill a big empty spot in me, one I didn't even know I had. I do want you in my life, I'm just dreading the day you aren't."

Barbra inhaled to say something.

"Ssshhhh," I kissed her neck again, "But I will give you a few hundred years to prove me wrong." She relaxed into me again with a giggle, "And you can't trap me, I got snipped after my second kid."

Barbra snorted, then giggled turning and scooting up on my leg, "Take me to bed," she whispered before pulling herself to me for a kiss.

I put an arm under her legs and scooted off the padding and took her to our bed. She laid back with legs spread watching me get undressed. We cuddled and talked, and talked, and talked. I told her about my marriage from beginning to end and how badly it ended, the whole story. About a few of the flings I had after including the teasing from Amy, all the women that were looking for a meal ticket and disappeared when I made it plain marriage was not an option. She did ask me if I ever had any black pussy, grinning and biting her lip.

"I looked a few times, but they were all pink inside." She rolled her eyes and giggled.

Barbra in turn told me of growing up being Daddy's tom boy, he is 'a real electrician.' Hanging out with dad most of the time since mom is a nurse. Working as a waitress during school, the moving up to work at Hooters when she was old enough in her senior year, her parents not thinking it was a move up. Meeting John, Jack, and Caroline there, John coming back fairly often until he finally decided to ask her out.

The dating when he was in port and her turning down offers when he wasn't, the marriage proposal when he walked off the runway in front of all his squadron. Adapting to military life on base and the ire of her parents. Taking care of JJ when Caroline died during childbirth. Getting pregnant, 'and growing these huge knockers!' John going down when she was seven months along and loosing the baby from stress worrying about him.

Further separation from her parents blaming John for the loss of their grandson, finding out John was gone a few months later. Staying on with Jack taking care of JJ, and finally not being able to stay when Jack was being deployed back to Iraq.

"Leading up to this hot old man rescuing a blubbering nympho on the side of the road...

I rolled her on top of me, enjoying her nipples and nipple rings in my chest, "I'm not sure who rescued who." Holding her jaw and kissing her softly.

We lightly kissed for a bit, then Barbra giggled and reached for my head board coming out with a handful of my magazines. "So you liked that suit I wore today?"

I groaned and my cock hardened under her, she snickered. Barbra flipped through the stack grabbing a couple that had swimsuit as well as bra and lingerie ads. She rolled beside me and flipped back and forth between different models, most in full coverage pointy tops, but a few lower cut, one even with one cup up and one down showing a large chewy nipple.

"So which one would you like to see me in?"

They were all lovely in their own way, "Which one would you like?"

"Uh uh, I asked first. A big pointy one like this?" flipping to a full coverage big bottom one but VERY pointed cups. "Or one more like this?" changing magazines and flipping to a nice low cut low on the hip style like she wore today. Now the model was a bit smaller chested so it didn't have quite the presentation as the other.

"Well I'm a guy... so my favorite would be you birthday suit."

Barbra rolled her eyes, "Come on, which one?"

I turned her to me, "Babe, ninety percent of the bikini is the woman and the attitude inside it. You like the suit and you like being looked at while in it then it's a good suit. No matter what your ladies magazines say, guys can tell when you're dressed to show versus dressed to cover regardless of how hot the bikini is. You get something with some thickness to it or some wild pattern that hides your nipples or pussy and it's obvious to us. You get a nice small simple suit that doesn't stop your body from being enjoyed for the perfection it is and you'll be beating them off with a stick. That being said, the smaller and or thinner the better."

Barbra reached down and gave my cock a stroke catching the pre-cum and licking it from her finger, "Men are easy."

I reached for her nipple and lifted her ring and jiggled her tit with it making her gasp and groan, "Only for the right woman."

I released her nipple ring getting a hiss and slid my hand under her tit, "But at the same time I realize that without some support these beauties will be down around your waist in a few years." GASP! "And since the other day I know you like them contained a bit," gripping around the base of one like her ace bandages were but needing both hands accompanied by Barbra blushing and another gasp but from her this time. "I think we could get creative, or switch back and forth a bit."

Barbra was almost purring as I was vigorously manhandling her tits closing her eyes and smiling. "Tell me more..."

"Well let's see. What's your favorite bra?" I squeezed and lifted a bit.

"Mmmmm, that's easy. The one I was wearing the day you rescued me," she giggled at that.

"And why that one?"

"It fits my knockers like a second skin but doesn't flatten me."

I spread my fingers to get a better grip on her getting another little moan. "Like a second skin," I tightened my fingers around the base of her tit making it bulge above them a bit, "Or like a tight second skin?" letting my finger come up and brush her areola crinkling up in front of my eyes.

"Yessssss."

I kept a good grip on her tit and continued stroking her areola, "And what about corsets?"

"Have a few..."

"Like them?"

"A little."

"Because they were tight or for the support?" That got me a grin and a giggle, eyes still closed. I went back to cupping each tit, massaging and squeezing. "Uh uh, fess up."

Barbra grinned, "You remember me telling you about jacking John off before the dress ball into my cleavage?"

"Yes," letting my fingers go up between her tits a bit more into her cleavage.

"Sssssss, I did it again later. But I stripped my dress down to my waist and folded the corset cups in so instead of pushing me up they were holding me up and out like a first class slut. After he creamed my knockers I went back to the dance with tits still up and out over the corset cups and nipples standing out through my thin dress as his cum was working its way down inside my corset."

"Mmmmm, and what made you drip more, the guys looking at your nipples poking through your dress, or the corset cups holding you up and out?"

That got another little giggle and lip biting, "the corset, followed by Johns' hard cock from looking at my nipples standing out."

My turn to chuckle, "I could relate to that."

"So what kind of suit should I get?"

"You mean beside the little skimpy ones that barely cover?"

"Got them, and a few that disappear when wet."

My cock jumped in her hand making her giggle again.

"Well I say we find a few with nice solid lower cups to cradle and squeeze," Doing that with my hands."

"Ohhhh."

"And maybe a few just a bit small, small enough that you have to bend over and jiggle your way into the cups. Small enough to make your tits stand up high and proud."

"Should it keep my nipples from standing out when you look at me?"

"Not unless it has to."

"Mmmm, good answer," Barbra released my cock and pushed my hands away from her tits then rotated around and inhaled my cock again.

"FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"

Barbra came up off my cock and grinned, "Damn straight!" and went back down on me so agonizingly slow. Up and down, up and down. Working her throat around my cock as she did, playing with my balls and teasing my ass. I was getting close.




Barbie Doll Ch. 03



"Ken?"

"HmmmmMMMMM!" I responded as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock.

"Are you ready to cum for me?"

"Uhhh HHHUUUUU!" as she sucked the tip of my cock.

"Gooooo...", the rest was muffled as she sank back down on me, as she took the last few inches she put her finger in my ass and wiggled it against my prostate

I arched, I spasmed, I probably screamed, I grabbed her ass and held on for dear life as Barbra sucked my very essence from me. Wave after wave of pleasure, shot after shot of cum. She backed off to take some in her mouth and I thought she was done, but she just slid me back down her throat for more... And more... And more...

Barbra was holding me up to get a drink before letting me collapse back to bed. The last thing I herd was, "Men are easy..." followed by a little giggle.

___

We woke to a ding from my cell phone around seven thirty. I had a text from Sarah, 'APOLOGY GIFT ON YOUR DOOR. S.'

I pulled my pants on and opened the door to find one of those plastic shopping bags stuffed into the assist handle. I brought it inside and opened it and laughed.

"What is it?" I just handed the bag to Barbra, she pulled it out and laughed. "And this is a present for you?" holding up another retro suit... for Barbra.

"Think maybe she's trying to keep me distracted?"

"YA THINK?"

I stepped to her taking the suit out of her hands and wrapping my arms around her lovely naked body pulling those huge tits into my chest, "You don't have to wear it. Just put your halter and shorts on again," giving her ass a nice squeeze.

"That's okay, I like you looking at me and not her."

I smiled, "I may look, but it's you I nibble on."

Barbra took the suit back from me and stepped back to put it on. The bottoms were definitely full coverage, but while it was supposed to look retro, it definitely wasn't. The bottom material was THIN, not see through thin, but cling to her thin. And the pucker stitching front and back let it snug up into her pussy and between her ass cheeks.

The top was a strapless thing made to look like two different color strips of cloth with a twist in the middle, and it was too small. No make that JUST RIGHT! A red and white with the twist, and small enough that if Barbra pulled it down to the base of her tit her areola were going to show on her first breath, and did while she grinned at me. And since it was strapless she had to just center it across her tits to keep it in place with the white thin enough to let the half circle of areola show anyway. Damn that top fit just right, the lower quarter of her tit showing...

"Damn, wish we had time for a titty fuck now..."

Barbra gasped then looked down at her top. She grinned and pushed her tits together a bit, "Yeah this would be good for that."

She tossed me my shirt and grabbed another one of my dress shirts to pull on, she knew my shirts wouldn't button over her chest... damn that's a shame. I followed that wiggling ass all the way to the house. The young lady that served dinner yesterday answered the door and led us to a small buffet and directed us to the pool area.

There was Don reading the paper and munching on bacon, Sarah was in a suit similar to Barbra's, with the same too small top. But where Barbra's was a red and white strip top and a solid blue bottom, Sarah's was a two tone burnt orange that set off her brown skin perfectly. And just like Barbra's it was thin enough to see a nice nipple lump and camel toe.

I looked her over for a second then turned back to Barbra as we sat. I looked between Don and Sarah, "Eat first, talk second," she said before laying back to apply her tanning oil, not that she really needed tanning oil but she looked good putting it on. Barbra noticed me noticing and decided to drop my dress shirt... women are easy.

We were about finished when Sarah came over and sat across Don's lap putting her tit against his chest. He tipped his head back and they exchanged a quick kiss.

Don spoke up, "I'm sorry about yesterday Ken. I got a good vibe from you when you acknowledged Barbra as your girlfriend despite the age difference. But a lot of people will pay lip service to a black woman marrying a white man and not mean it. I can ask all day, but with what I do you can understand the need to know without the chance of someone hiding it."

I was starting to get my dander up again the way he said that, "Well first off Don, one of my best friends back in Seattle is a black man, so..."

"Not the same as marriage."

"True, but it's a good indicator. And second, I have no clue what you do for a living. It would be a safe bet you're not bagging groceries down at the local supermarket with what it costs to do a quality rebuild of an old D, and you have a lovely house. But as long as your check doesn't bounce I really don't care." The last part said a bit strongly from Barbra's reaction and her grip on my hand.

Don was flabbergasted, "You don't run background checks?"

"Why? We were a COD business. You send us what you have and put money on deposit. As long as there's money there's work being done. You stop depositing money your tractor gets pushed to the side. Sits too long without a reason and it gets sold or cannibalized for someone else's project to cover the storage."

Don sat there a few seconds looking at me, "Were? You're not heading back to Seattle?"

FUCK... GINA!! "No fucking way..." I said VERY coldly.

Sarah cringed and Don hissed, "His ex moved back to town." Barbra said calmly.

There was a very pregnant pause.

"So how many years have you been robbing the cradle Ken?" Sarah asked.

"HUH?"

"You and Barbra."

"I just picked him up for sex a few weeks ago," Barbra responded quickly before I could.

Sarah's mouth dropped open, and closed, and open.

Barbra couldn't keep it together and started a good belly laugh. She had a wonderful laugh, and an even better jiggle letting the top of her areola start to show and she made no sign of noticing or trying to cover back up.

That wound up in a retelling of our getting together, with my recreation of her singing and dancing in her seat as she whizzed past me on the interstate. Barbra didn't appreciate my quality acting skills. The second night showing her the sunset and the stars was another 'awwww' moment.

The relating of our stops in Yellowstone and Devils Tower with JJ were met with grins. The wild woman I found riding her dildo in the truck and the wet dress show at the Dells was somehow left out.

"So if you're not headed back, where do you go from here?" Don asked.

I looked at Barbra, she just smiled to me. "Not sure. I've always wanted to run down the Atlantic coast. Only time I got close was way back when I was in the Navy. I've got my retirement and Barbra can work anywhere she's got internet, so we're playing it by ear."

"Don't forget that contract you've got coming in," Barbra said gripping my arm.

"What do you do Barbra?" Don asked.

Barbra sat up and thrust her chest out, "I write technical manuals," giving him the eye of a challenge. "What do you do Don?"

Sarah swatted Don's chest, "Told you didn't she."

Don grinned, "I used to practice law."

Sarah ruffled his hair, "Now he's an event promoter."

"Hey Don," I asked. "Barbra reminded me, I have an email coming with a contract in it. Any chance of pulling it up and printing it out?"

"Sure."

We headed off to his office leaving the women alone by the pool.

I'd swear I saw some conspiratorial grins between them as we were heading back to Don\s office

I pulled up the email, and it had only come in an hour ago, Charles must have really been dragging his feet on this one.

I printed it out and began scanning it... and this was screwy. "What the fuck..."

"Problem?" Don asked.

"Hell if I know, can't make heads or tails of this gobbilty gook."

Don chuckled. "Welcome to my world."

I looked up at him, "How the hell do you make sense of this? This should be a little sweetheart contract, not twenty seven pages of garbage."

"Want me to take a look at it?"

"I'd appreciate it," I handed him the pile of papers.

"So what should it be?" He asked before even looking at it.

I told him about Derrick, getting multiple harassment charges and being let go to save the company face and Charles getting him a sweetheart consultant contract to keep him going until he could get work.

He scanned a few pages then tossed it back at me chuckling. "Someone butchered it. I can see signs of the original, but someone else put loop holes in. I can see a dozen ways to screw you in just the first six pages."

"Fuck. Is there any way to cut out the junk and get back to the original?"

"Seventy five percent I'd guess. It'd take me an hour or so."

"Can I afford it?"

Don chuckled, "Tell you what. You drop the D off at the fairgrounds and pick it up after and we'll call it even. And you're still going to be in the middle of this since you at least have an idea what it should be."

"Deal."

So we started in, Don reading and crossing out parts of the contract and me deleting the corresponding part of the document on the computer. Other parts just changing words to eliminate the got ya's.

The girls checked on us still in their bikini's and each of them taking pleasure in rubbing bits and pieces across us as they came and went, and then the young lady that served breakfast, I found out her name was Rosy, also checked on us and brought us fresh drinks. All of thee visits somehow required them leaning over to let us look down between those delicious monsters as well, even the housekeeper! Sometime later we had twenty seven pages reduced to eleven.

I did the last reprint and we went over it again. "So now that all the shit is gone, is it worth signing?"

"How bad do you need the money?"

I tipped my head back and thought about it. "I live pretty basic, so I'm okay with my retirement and pension. With Barbra in the mix that changes things but she has her own income, so I guess it would be the frosting on the cake, not the cake."

"How bad do they need it?"

"I would guess pretty badly to have Frank call me. He said he would need something in a month, maybe a little more."

"And how long to solve the problem, assuming you can?"

"Solved it a long time ago."

"While you were there?"

"On my own time to make sure I wasn't as stupid as Charles said I was."

Don smiled at that, "But nothing at work?"

"Nope, he kicked me off and then even locked me out of the project completely for disagreeing with him so I had no access. I had to solve it to check my sanity."

"Anything written down?"

"Just some notes on the problem and some possible solutions I think."

"Something Barbra could rewrite to take your idiosyncrasies out?"

I nodded.

Don thought about it for a bit, "So where do you want to go from here?"

"Ideally?" he nodded. "Give Charles a dose of his own medicine and make some change at his expense."

"How big a dose?"

"Biggest fucking flock of crows we can find."

That made him chuckle, "So how about we bump the numbers, if they want you they can pay for you. And then we cut him out of the project, make them say publicly he couldn't complete it and had to bring you in or they don't get anything."

"You can do that?"

"Depends, you have someone inside they won't be checking on?"

"Several."

"Then we can verify without them knowing. They don't get anything until they do."

"Works for me, how do we do it?"

Don took over the computer and added two more pages before we called it a day. They could stew for a bit.

We checked on the girls and found all three of them laying on their bellies with tops undone... and sitting on the concrete beside them! And Sarah and Rosy looked like that had no use for bikinis with the lack of tan lines.

Of course Barbra was being held up by those monsters, and even when she rolled to one elbow to waive at us going by she didn't come up enough to let her nipples clear, but she did grin at me looking anyway.

Don and I went out to the D and then for a little tour of my rig, Don seemed genuinely impressed at my refurb. Also seeing a young thirty something man rinsing down the D. I was introduced to Antonio, Rosy's husband, the one that I mistook for a black man last night.

We loaded the D up and headed to the fairgrounds, leaving it untarped and grinning at the heads turning as we went. Several of the local participants gathered around as we unloaded, and a few were trying to protest the authenticity of the tractor, that is until they realized I was the restorer and Don hadn't just picked it up somewhere.

We got it parked and roped off, and Don even had one of those expanding canopy tents to put over it to keep the direct sun off, and it just happened to make it nice for the judges to stay a bit longer instead of standing out roasting in the sun at his competitors.

While Don was dealing with them, I was fielding questions from some of the competitors. Asking about things on the D, and then getting asked to take a look at something on their tractors. That didn't last long when I pointed out shortcuts someone had taken on a few of theirs, showing them that several of the brackets they thought were 'original' were actually reproductions.

The problem then was one of the judges came up behind me as I was making the comment. I was drafted as a consultant, of course several of the competitors cried foul. I told them I would only offer my opinion, anything I said could be checked and double checked with anyone of their choosing.

"What about Don's entry, you can't render an opinion on your own work!"

"You're right, I can't, but I can tell you there is over three thousand man hours in that restoration, and the only non-original pieces are consumables. Belt, hoses, nuts, bolts, gaskets, and such. I have a thousand dollars that says you can't find any non-original other than consumables on that tractor."

They grumbled but that was it. I made the rounds on some of the tractors with a few of the judges, and I could tell they were biased. A few of the judges tried to mark off things for some of the tractors, until I pointed out that what they were making off for was considered a consumable.

"They didn't have bolts like that back then," pointing to one very nice tractor that was easily going to place in the top ten.

"But bolts are a consumable, per manufactures specifications, engine to transmission bolts, or any torqued bolt for that matter, are to only be used and torqued once, then disposed of and replaced."

"Well these are certainly not original," pointing to some new galvanized bolts holding the headlight bracket.

I turned to the tractor putting my back to the judge and winking at the owner grinning a little. I pointed to the bolt, "Was that bolt tightened to the proper specification?"

He grinned back at me, "Yes sir."

I turned back to the judge getting pissed, "That makes it a consumable. Bolts can only be torqued ONCE. Then they no longer meet specifications and must be replaced. Or didn't you know that.?"

The judge just stomped off. Seems he had been using his selective rules for the competition for a while but the guys didn't know how to counter it.

I turned back to the owner chuckling, "So remind me, is the torque on that bolt an Uh or and Uhhhh?"

The old guy slapped my shoulder, "Sonny, you're okay!" he turned back to his tractor, "Now before that idiot gets back, tell me what's wrong with my tractor."

I walked around looking, and for the most part it was spot on. I did point out a few brackets that were replicas, and a trim piece that was for a different model.

I looked over a few others with similar minor things discovered. Then I stepped up to an old Ford, the owner standing with his arms crossed grinning. I looked it over and didn't find anything, and several other owners hoping for me to find something.

I stepped to the owner and shook my head, "Well I hate to tell you, I only found one part that isn't original to the tractor."

"LIKE HELL, WHAT!"

I grinned a him, "The nut behind the wheel."

He brought his hand up pointing, then looked at the tractor, then back at me, then shook his finger and laughed, right along with his buddies

I put my hand out for a shake, "Nice tractor."

I made my way over to Don, sitting and grinning, "Made some new friends did you?"

I grinned, "Except for a few of the judges."

"I heard, but he is a pompous old asshole so what the hell"

"He must be related to  Charles. "

We laughed and headed back to the truck to see what kind of trouble the girls were getting into.

About halfway back to Don's house my cell phone rang, "This otta be good." I hit the speaker button. "Hey Frank, what's up?"

"Hey Ken, did you get that email with the contract?"

"Yup."

"When can we expect it back?"

I laughed, "You really expect me to sign that piece of shit  Charles  cobbled together? I believe I said the same contract Derrick had, not some loop hole ridden figment of  Charles'  imagination."

There was silence on the other end.

"Harry, pick up the phone."

We were off speakerphone on their end, "Yes Ken?"

"Harry, I'm going to send you the contract back without all the bullshit Charles added, and a few additions of my own."

"I don't know Ken."

"Harry, in two days I'm leaving for a two month road trip unless I have a valid contract. Now the contract is almost identical to the one Charles had for Derrick, but with two exceptions. Charles wanted to screw with me and he needs to pay for his arrogance. I will email you the contract this evening, you have until end of business day after tomorrow to sign and return it or I make preparations for my road trip."

"But Ken, we have to have legal review it."

"Harry, they had no problem with Derrick's contract. I have just changed the dollars and put in a penalty for Charles. And those two additions are non-negotiable. Take it or leave it. Okay?"

There was a pause, "I'll see what I can do."

"Two days Harry, remember that," and hung up. "ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH."

Don chuckled, "You really love that guy don't you."

"Don, I hate to ask, but I want to make another change to the contract. Well two actually."

"Like what?"

"Well I believe the original was for idea or concept only, I want to add schematic and layout fees if I want and an early completion bonus, a hefty one that looks unobtainable."

"You sure?"

"I think so, Barbra says she knows someone that can turn my schematic and breadboard into a layout. I'm going to put the screws to Charles and I'll only get this one chance so let's do it up right."

Don chuckled and I made a call to one of the other engineers that Charles screwed over. She was tickled to hear I was going to get the better of Charles, and all I asked her to do was make a wrong number call and leave a wrong number message when Charles announced his inability to complete the project and I was being brought on board to resolve the problem. Hell, he'd probably find a way to skirt that and give me all the time I would ever need!

It was late afternoon when we got back to the house, the girls were still out at the pool but had found it necessary to put their tops back on. I gave Barbra a big hug and kiss. "Hey babe, you said you knew someone that could turn my schematic into a layout. How difficult will it be to get a hold of them?"

"Just a Skype call, why?"

"Charles tried to screw me over, and then tried again. We're going to do the whole thing like you said, and make him pay to boot. Admitting his screw up to the company instead of them announcing it, better money, and an early completion bonus."

"Got under your skin did he?"

"He just reminded me what a shifty pain in the ass brown nosier he really was, now I get to be a royal pain in his ego."




Barbie Doll Ch. 03



Barbra grinned, "What are you going to do?"

"Me? Nothing, but he has to personally admit to the whole company he can't handle the work and has to bring me in to fix the problem."

"He can bluff."

"Nope, I got a mole in the company, well several actually if I need them. And we'll make the contract so it doesn't start until he admits it so he can't worm his way out of it." I looked at Don and Sarah grinning, "Uh, we can do it that way can't we?"

"He was that bad was he?" Don asked.

"Brown nose all the way to his ankles Don, all the way to his ankles."

The girls chuckled at that. So the war plans were made. And Barbra even came up with an even better twist, the contract started as soon as it was returned to me and the retainer deposited so I could start and not be in violation of my non-compete, but the start of the completion bonus time period wouldn't begin until Charles had made his announcement. If he drug his feet on it like she thought he would we'd have several days to a week of 'free time' before loosing the bonus period.

Barbra went to the truck to get her laptop, and chuckled at Don's network password, seems Don was a 007 fan, his password was PussyGalore! At least that was his excuse for that password anyway. After a nice conversation with a sixties hold back in a tie dye t-shirt we had a good deal on the layout.

I opened my crate and dug out my old paperwork. I was surprised to see not only my notes in the folder, but the hand drawn schematic I had made so I had a lot less to do than I originally thought.

Don amended the contract numbers and added the contract start and completion bonus start contingent on verification of Charles company wide announcement and we had everything we could think of set.

We emailed it off and just sat back looking at each other.

"Well," Sarah shouted, "since we've all had so much fun today, I vote we head off to the club tonight!"

Don looked at Sarah, "You sure about that?"

She grinned back at him, "Definitely."

I tried to beg off, "Sarah, I'm not really in the mood to go dancing and stuff."

Sarah giggled, "It's not that kind of club Ken, it's a private gentlemen's club."

"Oh," I looked over at Barbra to see her reaction.

"Haven't been to one in quite a while, but I don't mind, as long as you're there to keep me from being pawed at."

I looked back at Don grinning but Sarah spoke up, "Barbra, this is not that kind of club. It is VERY exclusive. You have to be voted in for membership. And while it is a gentlemen's club, you will be treated very much like a lady. Unless of course you don't want to be."

I looked to Barbra again and she shrugged. "So how fancy then?" I asked Don.

"Shirt, slacks, jacket. And a tie is optional for dinner. The dress code upstairs is more... flexible." Don answered.

"And for us," Sarah continued, "Fancy to slightly slutty, although I think I know what the boys will vote for, don't you?"

Barbra snorted, "Ken would go for my birthday suit every time."

Don raised his glass, "A man after my own heart!"

So the girls went off to decide on wardrobe, Barbra heading out to the truck and brought a nice dress back in for steaming to wear later. We sat and sipped our drinks a bit, not saying anything.

"So what are your plans after your whirl wind trip up the coast?"

I took another sip, "Well before Barbra I didn't really have any. Figured I'd go so far, putz around on the trike for a while and see the sights, fight off all the hot babes for a while, then pack up and find another spot and do it all over again. But having her around makes a difference, and we really haven't talked about it much."

Don chuckled at my 'fighting off all the hot babes' and took another sip, paused, "Would you consider staying in this area?"

I shrugged, "One's as good as any other. I would have to discuss it with Barbra. Why?"

Don smiled and raised his glass beckoning me, "Let me show you something."

He took me out to the building I was parked next to and slid the door back. When he flipped the lights on I stopped cold. Down the left were over a dozen antique John Deere tractors in mint condition, on the right were several different vehicles, an old Model A, an Aston Martin, a Ferrari, a Dodge Charger that looked like it came right off the set of 'Dukes of Hazard', a '77 Mack from 'Convoy', and more. We kept on going through to another door and into an indoor junk yard. Several tractors in various states of disrepair as well as a few vehicles here and there in between them.

He turned to face me waiving to the collection, "I have a few projects in mind."

I looked around a bit, and then turned to him, "I don't have a shop to work in, I don't even know where to begin to look for a place."

"Work here," leading me to a side door. We stepped through into a decent work shop. I saw four vehicles and two tractors in different stages of repair but covered in thick dust, a decent sized paint booth, a few things here and there for equipment, and something under a pile off to one side. It couldn't be.

I walked over and moved a hood, and sure enough, it was a Hummer. Not one of the knock offs they sell to civilians, but a true Hummer. I turned back to Don, "Where'd you get this?"

"The guy I had doing this before had it. He took off when his girlfriends' husband got back state side and showed up looking for him. Last I heard he was in Texas somewhere hiding from a very pissed Marine."

I looked around a bit, almost convincing myself.

"Tell you what, you can have it if you stay, it's been sitting here nine months and the storage will cover it if I run it through the sheriffs auction. And you can stay in the guest house until you find a place."

I smile at him, "Assuming Barbra is okay with it, I have another project I want to do for myself."

"I'll make you the same offer I did with Derrick, so many hours a month on my stuff pays the rent, the rest of the time is yours, plus or minus any special projects. What did you have in mind?"

I grinned hard, "You know those Ducks they use up in the Wisconsin Dells?"

"That sounds like a good story," grinning back at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Only if Barbra wants to tell it."

Don grinned like he REALLY wanted to know the secret, "Think about it Ken, you have a few days to kill until we pick the D up from the fairgrounds. See what Barbra says, check out the area. You can use my truck if you don't want to run around in the trike."

I put my hand up in surrender, "All right all right, I'll talk it over with her. Now how long before we have to get ready for dinner?"

"I don't know about you, but I can usually change clothes in about fifteen minutes."

We strolled back to the house, sipping the last of our drinks and Don extolling the virtues of living in Kentucky. 

We sat and sipped a little more, then the girls came in and promptly scolded us for not being ready. But I have to give it to Don, he didn't stumble over his feet like I almost did.

Sarah in an aqua... well hell I'd call it a call girl dress. A halter with the front neck line well below her belly button and tits moving freely nipples standing out for attention. And a SHORT skirt slit on both sides well past her hips so there was no chance she had on anything but the dress.

Barbra in a stretchy white number clinging to her every curve and bump several sizes too small, definitely NOT the dress she brought in from the truck! Lumps of nipples and nipple rings very apparent surrounded by a not so subtle shadow of areola, the top of the dress held up by a thin string going from either side of her tits and up around her neck. But from the way it fit it looked like her tits were going to pop the dress open, not sure the string was actually needed. Oh and did I mention it had a wide sheer mesh panel that let a massive amount of cleavage show and came down and then curved off to the side down her thigh all the way to the bottom hem. And it looked like bare skin behind there all the way!

Are you sure it shouldn't be shifted around to let your tit and pussy show? I didn't say it, but Barbra was grinning and shaking her head at me so she had an idea of what I was thinking.

Don and I changed quickly and we hopped in his Navigator and headed in the direction of Nashville. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but where we stopped was... PLAIN. A nice but nondescript building with a small parking ramp next door, the only sign was a large building number.

Don chuckled at my expression, "I told you it was exclusive."

A soon as our doors opened a lovely young lady in a nice plain white top and short black skirt came out of the building, obviously braless from her movement. "Good evening sir, your final destination tonight?"

"Probably second floor Magarette," Don answered, "will we see you there later?"

"Of course, I head up in a little over an hour."

"Good, we'll see you then," and handed her the keys and two black poker chips.

"THANK YOU!" and gave Sarah and Don a not so quick kiss before hopping in and driving into the parking garage.

Sarah smiled, "She is such a SWEET girl." Don just shook his head grinning and put an elbow out to Sarah and led her inside.

Inside was again not what I expected. An extremely elegant dining room and scantily dressed servers. The ladies in either micro skirts or micro shorts and vests with little gold chains to keep them mostly closed, mostly. The guys in just snug little shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

A young lady in an even smaller vest and bottoms came out from behind the host stand. The vest barely came together to cover her areola, and not much below them letting the lower crescents of her not insubstantial chest out for our enjoyment. Her 'shorts' were more like Barbra's bikini bottom today, and SNUG! "Your usual table tonight sir?"

"I was thinking we'd eat out front tonight with our new guests."

"Don't change on our account Don," I told him.

"You sure about that?"

I just shrugged, "Why not?"

Don grinned and turned, "Lead on Angel."

When she turned I grinned and Barbra elbowed me. The vest was backless, just a few strings, and the bottom turned into a g-string. I got elbowed again. We went through a curtain and SON OF A BITCH!

I almost stumbled, Don chuckled and the girls giggled. This was a clothing optional dining room I would guess. The servers, both men and women, were naked with their belt pouches off to the side on their hips.

Many of the diners were also naked or topless. I just grinned walking past an older couple. Him all dressed up in his tux with tail, and her without a stitch on except for her fancy hairdo and plenty of jewelry including some rather expensive diamond jewelry hanging from her nipples and swinging with her every move topped with a big red crystal hanging deep in her cleavage inviting you to look.

Others were the other way around, the guy in collar and cuffs while the lady was dressed to the nines but still showing lots of leg and cleavage.

"Not what you expected Ken?" Sarah chuckled.

We scooted into a corner circle booth, and I was taking a look at Sarah in a different light, "So when you two come here, do you..."

Don chucked, "Sometimes. Sarah is more the exhibitionist than I am, but it's nice to be noticed some times."

It was an enjoyable meal, Barbra did complain a bit about the inequality of the male to female staff ratio, and was even more disappointed to learn most of the male waiters were gay. The straight ones couldn't keep it down long enough to work. I can understand that!

After dinner we proceeded to the elevator, Sarah about to come out of her skin grinning. As soon as the doors opened upstairs you knew you were in a club. Music with a good bass to it, loud enough to hear but not too loud to talk over. And naked women everywhere!

"DON, SARAH! It's been to long!" we were greeted by a busty black woman in a short skirt and halter type of fake shirt front (Something that would look like a shirt if you had it on under a jacket?), her huge tits threatening to spill out the sides any time. They mashed together in a massive hug and even a bit of a kiss. "I have your wrist band right here."

The hostess turned to grab a wrist band when Sarah interrupted her, "Just red tonight, for me and our guest."

The black woman's head snapped around, "WHAT? Not even a yellow?"

"Not tonight."

She turned back with two red wrist bands like you see at the concerts, one for Sarah and one for Barbra, "Oh hon, Xavier is going to be SO disappointed tonight."

Sarah chuckled, "Somehow I think he'll get over it."

We were escorted to an upper area, I assumed it was some kind of VIP area. Bigger tables and not as close together. A topless waitress brought us our drinks and we sat back to enjoy the show.

"Um Sarah," Barbra asked, "What's with the wrist bands?"

"Hmm? Oh, well wait staff and such that are 'as is' wear white. You can look but that's it. The ones that will dance on stage or table dances and such wear black. A few of the wait staff that don't mind the occasional touch or caress will also wear black for tips."

"An our red ones, or the green and yellow ones?" pointing to some of the other girls in various states of undress.

Sarah grinned like she had been caught, "Wellll, that's for those of us that enjoy the wild side a bit."

Barbra just looked at her.

"Well the red are for us when we're just here with our guys. We will dance for them, and maybe a select few, but that's it. The yellow say's I'm going to dance on stage also but no table dances, the green and I'm up for anything the girls wearing black are."

"So why not just wear the black?"

"Well black means you're an employee, if you're not an employee, you're not as... restricted... in what you can do."

"Restricted how?"

"Well down here the law is pretty clear on what dancers can and cannot do, no touching or explicit acts. You can't grope the girls boobs or finger their pussies, at lest not enough to get caught. But members aren't restricted, I can give Don a blow job all night long with an audience and I'm in the clear. And up here in the VIP booths we can usually get away with just about anything simple despite the bands. More than one on one or maybe two on one and you have to go upstairs."

"Upstairs," I asked.

Barbra rolled her eyes and Sarah grinned, "Upstairs is members only, lots of play rooms with lots of people."

Through all of this Sarah had been moving and swaying to the last song of the stage dancers set. When it finished with the dancer laid back spread wide Sarah stood up whistling and clapping along with many of the guests, which got her a wave from the dancer.

The next dancer took the stage, a lovely native American woman with a yellow band. I was totally enjoying the show even with Barbra giving me a look every so often. I put my arm around her shoulder and then let my hand dip into her clevage to stroke the side of her tit, hearing her suck air and moan at he same time. The Indian dancer was about half way through her first song and was topless when the dancer Sarah had whistled at came bounding up. They stood and hugged like long lost relatives.

"Where have you been girl, I've been bored without you. You going to dance with me later?"

Sarah held up her red wrist band, "We're here with guests tonight."

"Oh MAN! That's not nice. It's been weeks since you've been in. Do I at least get to dance for you?"

"I don't know about that."

"Oh come on," throwing her shoulders back and rubbing her tits across Sarah's. "You know you want it."

"Oh all right."

"YES!" wrapping her arms around Sarah's neck and kissing her.

The next song started and this petite white girl dropped her wrap and began gyrating in front of Sarah, turning and twisting, running her hands up and down her body. I could see Sarah's eyes glued to the young woman, watching her lift and bounce her little chest. A quick motion took care of the g-string and she was now naked I front of us, moving and shifting her legs drawing your attention to her shaved pussy.

She shifted and straddled the chair Sarah was sitting in, gyrating her pussy inches from Sarah's face. "Come on Sarah, you know you want it." pivoting her pussy within an inch of Sarah's lips. "You know what you have to do," pulling back as Sarah leaned forward to her pussy.

"You're not nice Carroll," Sarah said in a horse whisper.

"Oh now you know better, I'm really good when I'm bad. Do you want me to be bad Sarah? You want me to be realllly bad don't you?" dropping a bit to brush her shaved mound across Sarah's hard nipple covered in that thin dress.

"Fuuuuuuccckkk" Sarah moaned and reached behind her head, with a tug and a little shake Sarah was now topless beside us.

The young lady moved right back in, nestling Sarah's hard black nipple in her pink pussy lips. Using Sarah's nipple to play with her clit, "I told you I'm good when I'm bad!"

She kept switching between tits, wetting one and then the other with her juices. "Are you going to do it Sarah, are you going to make me?"

Carroll pivoted her hips and slathered Sarah's nipple with her juices. "You know you want to, just lift your hand." Sarah's hand started coming up Carroll's thigh.

"That's a good girl, you're almost there... just a little further."

Sarah's hand was on the front of Carroll's thigh headed to the promised land.

"Mmmmm," as Sarah's fingers started between Carroll's legs, "That's it. You know what's going to happen when you get there don't you. yes... yes... OH FUCK!"

Sarah's put two fingers in Carroll's pussy and her thumb against her clit. She began squirming and gyrating, orgasming on Sarah's fingers until she collapsed on Sarah's lap, her fingers still trapped in Carroll's pussy.

Carroll leaned forward kissing Sarah as the song ended, little white tit mashed to large brown tit. Carroll leaned back and smiled, "Now you have to feed it to Don."

As the next song began Carroll pulled Sarah to her feet, her dress puddling around her ankles and pushed Sarah next to Don and took her seat. Sarah was moving on pure hormones, the glazed look in her eyes. She began moving and gyrating in front of Don, hands over head to put her chest on display. Putting her foot up on the chair and kicking her knee out.

Leaning over and putting her nipple covered in Carroll's juices to Don's lips and moaning as he licked it off. Putting her fingers in her own spread juicy pussy and bringing them to Don, followed by the fingers wet with Carroll's juices. Sarah was breathing hard when she leaned forward to put the other nipple between Don's lips. She began to tremble when Don put his fingers in her pussy and mouthed softly, "Cum," with her nipple still between his teeth then bit down softly.

There was a screech from Sarah as she dropped to Don's lap, legs spread across his as he fingered her pussy and nibbled on her nipple while she was in the throws of a huge orgasm, moaning and screeching until she slid off him to the floor legs spread wide.

Moments later there was a round of applause and I realized we had an audience. Don grinned and waived, Sarah just grinned and put a hand out for help off the floor. Carroll helped her up and they locked tit to tit and pussy to pussy grinding on each other while enjoying a heated kiss. Sarah pulled back grinning, "You are SOOOO bad." and kissed her again.

As the next song started Sarah went back over to Don and straddled his legs, moving and running her hands up and down her body. Lifting and squeezing and playing with her tits and nipples, reaching down and spreading her pussy, running her fingers through her wet lips and bringing them to Don's lips. Turning around and bending over spreading her cheeks before settling on his lap and grinding on his hard on. Turning around and pulling his face to her tits then sliding up him and pulling his face to her pussy




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There was a yip, a groan, and a scream before he caught her ass and held her pussy to his face. Sarah settled to her chair flopped back and spread to another round of applause, Carroll having disappeared some where along the way. Sarah did a little bow from the chair and waived, sitting back with legs still splayed wide curled up under Don's arm with his hand on her tit.

Through the next several songs many of the ladies, both staff and members, asked when she was going to be dancing. Sarah merely waived her red band and said not tonight, never even hinting at closing her legs or covering up.

Through it all I had slipped my hand completely inside Barbra's dress, pushing it down so I could play with the nipple ring now hanging out there soooo nicely. We had watched several dancers, mostly white, but a few black and Asian and the one Indian woman.

And then they announced 'Fantasia'. Sarah jumped up cheering, along with most of the male members of the audience and a few of the ladies. Out came this Goth girl, almost completely covered to a big round of whistles. Her head came up with a grin, and she began gyrating, swinging and swaying. As her top came off something was different, but when she threw her top hat back stage I suddenly realized, she was an albino!

Moving and swaying, stripping a little more and a little more, revealing her pale body. White hair even on her pussy that for some reason made me grin. She was a large chested girl with light almost ghostly pink nipples, bigger than Sarah, but not even close to Barbra. Her paleness took a bit away from her appearance, but her infective grin and desire to be looked at just took over.

And she didn't screw around getting naked like some others only taking a little off per song and finally being naked by the last one. She was naked half way through the first song. Making all sorts of twists and turns like a gymnast. Walking on her hands with legs spread wide then dropping to a roll ending up at the end of the stage in the splits dribbling on the stage. Licking her own juices and grinning at the end of the last song.

There was a big round of applause, and she took her bows flaunting her lovely body. I saw her appear beside the stage in a little sheer wrap, and with the next song began a table dance for an elderly gentleman, oh and she had a green wrist band!

About the same time 'Fantasia' began her table dance, Sarah stepped up in front of Don and began dancing for him again, but drawing the attention of several men and a few ladies from over the railing. I was watching Sarah move and twist, running hands up and down, cupping her tits and running her fingers through her pussy when my head was turned.

Barbra was standing in front of me, with a look in her eyes, one I had never seen from her before. And then she smiled and reached behind her neck, letting that string flop down over her dress, her body swaying and moving with the music.

Watching her move and cup her tits, tracing her nipples with her finger tips while watching me watch her do it. Smiling as I inhaled when she rolled the top of the dress down enough to see her hard nipple. Leaning forward and letting it roll past her other nipple, the dress just clinging to the under side of her tit. Giving those monsters a shake to make it roll off completely baring those wondrous globes with her nipples standing up HARD!

Leaning forward to brush them across my lips, and pulling back giggling when I tried to lick them but only getting the edge of her nipple ring. Putting her arms over her head and swaying and moving like a complete temptress. Pushing her dress down until it was a six inch bad across her hips barely hiding her pussy.

Turning around and rubbing her ass across my hard on as she pulled it down. Turning back around to reveal that she did actually have something on under that dress, but it was the tiniest gold g-string barely covering her slit with tan elastic strings disappearing against her skin.

Kneeling down and dragging her tits across my lap, then up and down on either side of my aching cock making me wish for a titty fuck. Turning around and bending over spreading her cheeks, then pushing her finger in her ass a few times after wetting it between her lips.

I was ready to pop in my slacks and she knew it.

Barbra turned around and leaned over hanging those beauties in front of me, then leaned over further to whisper in my ear. "I'm going to pop your dick out and suck it down my throat. If you can hold off until you're balls deep in me I'll swallow the first part and shoot the rest allll over my knockers."

"Fuuuuckkkkk," I groaned.

Barbra stood back up and resumed moving and swaying to the music, then did something I was NOT expecting, she bent over with her ass to me and stripped that g-string down showing me her glistening pussy. She giggled and turned dropping to my lap, I tried, I really did. Barbra had me out and I managed not to pop, she gripped my cock and managed no to pop, I felt her lips on my cock and SOMEHOW managed not to pop, she began sliding down on my cock and when I entered her throat, "OOOOOHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!"

I grabbed her head and exploded, pumping and spasming as she emptied me, but despite her threat she pulled back and tipped her head back to shoot the last of me all over her chest. Only taking my cock between her lips to literally suck the last of me.

There was a round of applause for Barbra, but she just grinned with my softening cock in her mouth. She did eventually put me away, but like Sarah, she stayed naked next to me with the advantage of her natural frosting. Licking little dollops now and then as they made it below her tits. Watching me grinning as I watched my cum collect in her cleavage and dribble down. Grinning even more when she scooped it up and licked it from her fingers.

The girls stayed naked, dancing for us every once in a while. Sarah even tried to get Barbra to stand and dance with her, but Barbra simply snuggled in further with me. But when they did dance for us individually, we had an appreciative audience. I know I enjoyed the increasing trial of her juices down the inside of her thighs. It was a thoroughly enjoyable evening and Sarah gathered her dress and took Don's arm to go to the door.

"Don't we have to get dressed?" Barbra asked starting to put her dress over her head.

"The advantages of a private parking ramp," Don chuckled.

"Well hell then!" and not only didn't put it on but handed it to me.

We had almost made it to the door when a young topless woman with dangly nipple jewelry approached Barbra, "Ma'am, what did you want done with your tips?"

"My what?"

Sarah chuckled, "Sorry Claudia, I forgot to tell her about that." She turned to Barbra, "Since we're not paid dancers, but the guys like to show their appreciation, our tips go to charity. You just have to name the organization you want it to go to, in your name of course."

Barbra turned back to Claudia, "How much was it?"

"Just under nine hundred dollars."

"FOR MEEEE!"

Claudia grinned, "and you've been nominated for membership as well."

Barbra turned to Don, who held up his hands in surrender. "Don't look at me. I can vote on you, but I'm not allowed to nominate my own guests."

"Several nominations actually," Claudia giggled. "Now what do you want to do with your tips?"

Without hesitation Barbra did just what I what I expected her to do and sent them to the NMCRS. The stroll out to the parking garage and the ride home with Barbra naked beside me was exquisite, the girls giggling about some of their audience along with Sarah and Don guessing who nominated us and why.

We were going to head for the truck, but were 'persuaded' to come inside and use a big, soft, comfy, four poster bed after a log, hot, steamy, shower big enough for ten with an assortment of shower heads.

Barbra just groaned and I followed. Inside Barbra simply tossed her dress on the chair, kicked off her shoes while taking out her earrings and headed into the shower. Don and Sarah forgot to mention it was on the other side of the clear glass wall from the bedroom, no being bashful here! I undressed, but not that quickly enjoying her soaping up in front of me on the other side of the glass, then being scolded for taking so long. I was promptly handed a scrunchie to do her back, then turned around so she could do me.

I thought at that point we were done, but Barbra had other plans. She kneeled down and sucked me hard, not a far stretch from nicely firm watching the suds on her body, and rolled a rubber on me that had mysteriously appeared and turned to put her arms on the wall and wiggle her ass at me.

HELL YES! Don't you just love devious women!

I stepped to her and slid in nicely, sawing in and out of her willing ass. But it seems Barbra was a little wound up from the nights festivities, in a matter of strokes she was screaming and cumming. I on the other hand having had some relief on her chest earlier was just enjoying a nice ass fuck. Sawing in and out, faster and slower, shallow and deep, hard and soft, all the while holding her up with and arm under her tits, cupping and squeezing and playing with her nipple.

I was getting close, and I wanted to show my appreciation for her evenings entertainment, so I put her into over drive, dropping my other hand to her pussy, strumming her clit as she was spasming around my cock again. From her scream you would have thought she had been stabbed I the eye with a read hot poker, she went from her spasms to an almost grand mall seizure. I rode my wild woman and then filled that rubber, pumping until I couldn't then collapsing against her against the wall.

Somehow weak kneed and all I managed to keep us standing enough to shut the water off and stumble to bed, only remembering to remove the rubber when I saw the little trash can beside the bed. We tumbled in and crashed, totally forgetting Don's admonishment to check the card on the table.

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Barbie Doll Ch. 04



Barbie Doll -- an old man enjoying with a real life doll

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin [over 18].

Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else. 

For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.

This story is a bit unusual, what I would call a 'clean out the fridge' story. I put it in Romance, but it also has a healthy dose of Cheating Wives, Screwy Women, a touch of Exhibitionist, and an all over Mature theme.

And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

Eys, I need an editor, are you volunteering?

And, yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

ENJOY!

Now this is different! Waking sprawled on the bed on my back, turning my head enough to see Barbra the same beside me in a bed big enough to still not be touching, well if you don't count her grip on me. Her grip, even in her sleep, of her warm fingers around my soft cock and a little smile on her face as she slept.

Barbra's fingers began to move, "That club was soooo wild last night."

"Mmmmmm, nothing like I've ever experienced before that's for sure."

"Nuh uhhhhh."

"Yup, I've been in some real holes back during the service, and a few nice places that called themselves Gentleman's clubs since. But nothing on the level of Don's club." I was firming up remembering the club, and my gyrating Barbie doll dancing for me.

"So Ken, what was your favorite part about last night?" getting firmer in her grip stroking me.

"Easy, you dancing for me."

"Right, you're trying to tell me you didn't enjoy Sarah or Carroll or Fabiana dancing for us?"

"Of course I enjoyed it, I'm a guy and I will always look at naked women. But my favorite part was you dancing for me, showing off your body, not hiding it when others came around. There were a lot of jealous men in that club last night, I'm proud to have you next to me. And it was hilarious when you wouldn't dance with Sarah, she seemed a little disappointed."

Barbra's stroking slowed a bit, "I told you, been there done that don't need to do it again."

I rolled to my elbow propping my head and looking at her. I reached out to play with her big nipple ring, "And I told you that's quite all right. I was just tickled at her expression like she just assumed you would dance with her. Now would I have balked at the two or three of the most beautiful women in the room dancing with each other, HELL NO!"

Barbra giggled and resumed her stroking.

"But we both know Sarah was looking for a little more than just a little dancing. And while it might be every man's fantasy to a point, I also know I love you and respect you, so if you don't want to dance with her and just happen to want to dance and gyrate and rub against me instead, well I guess that's just something I will have to endure."

Barbra picked up her pace stroking my now hard cock, "Endure huh?"

I pulled on her nipple ring a little, "Emmm, yes it's just so difficult to sit there and watch you in front of me, showing me every little nook and cranny of your delicious body, your hard nipples and wet pussy. When all I really want to do is bend you over and see how long I can make you scream in orgasm."

Barbra grinned, "Yeah, that does sound like pure torture." She laid there still stroking me. "You know we could have gone upstairs and did that. Sarah said there are lots of play rooms upstairs."

"Mmmm, that would have been nice for a bit, but I think there were quite a few of those members that would want to do a little more than watch. Hell, from the way Fabiana looked at you and stroking and caressing your skin you're lucky she didn't jump your bones and rape you right there."

Barbra giggled, "She's the one that wanted to go upstairs and let her husband watch us."

"OH REALLY!"

"Down boy, he's got a problem so he enjoys watching her with others. If I had to guess he prefers it be other women so he doesn't feel jealous."

"And you know this how?"

Barbra giggled.

"Come on, fess up."

"Well back when John was deployed, it was okay with him if I messed around with other girls while he was deployed, but not other guys. Seems like an ego thing."

"Well I could object to that on experience..."

"SHIT, sorry Ken, I didn't mean to..."

I leaned over and took her nipple between my lips and nibbled a bit until I heard her sigh.

"I know you didn't. And looking at it that way I'm sorry to say I might agree. If Gina had messed around with another guy instead of another woman I would have come unglued. And for a few brief seconds when I saw them together I was wondering if I could climb in between them. Or just watch them. It was only when learning they had been scheming to dump me did I want to kill her. Pretty bad double standard huh?"

Barbra pushed me on my back and crawled on top of me letting her weight come down on her tits pressed to my chest. "Na, that's just being a guy," pulling my hands to her ass. She leaned in and gave me a nice kiss while I groped her ass.

"And in all honesty here, yeah it gets me a little when you look at other woman, and I do understand you will be coming home to me. That doesn't mean I won't gig you a little if you go over board with the ogling," squeezing her cheeks against my fingers playing with her rosebud.

I kissed her back, "So does this mean I can throw out all your clothes and just get you some pasties and g-strings?"

"OH GOD YOU'RE TERR...." I smothered her argument with a kiss, and teased her rosebud with my finger.

We cuddled and kissed a little more, neither one of us wanting to get out of bed yet even with a couple of quick trips to the bathroom, when Barbra came back to bed, I pulled her down in front of me and kissed the back of her shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her and cupped her tit.

"Have a question for you," squeezing her tit.

Barbra put her hand up under mine, "Some thing you need to coerce me for?"

I slid my hand up to her nipple and rolled it between my fingers, "Na, just one of the perks." Barbra just sighed in response. "What would you say to sticking around here for a while?"

"In Kentucky?"

I kissed her neck, "No here, at Don's."

"For what?"

"Well he's got a few more projects he wants to restore. As long as I spend a certain amount of time on his projects I can use his shop for my projects rent free. He even said we could use the guest house until we found a place." I leaned back in and nibbled on her ear lobe.

"And?"

Too much, shouldn't have nibbled on her ear, "Well he did say he'd give me a Hummer if I decided to stay."

Barbra giggled, "You'd let Don give you a blow job?"

"NO! That's not what I meant, it's a ..."

And then the laughing started, she knew exactly what I meant, which in turn deserved a good tickling. We play fought a bit until I just wrapped my arms around her and held her to me. I gave her a quick peck, "Look, we don't have to, just think about it and tell me what you think, okay?"

"Okay." Returning the peck, "So what were you going to do if we hadn't met?"

"Well you know, just go here and there, run around on the trike and fight off all the babes trying to seduce me, just the normal."

Barbra didn't even have the manners to giggle, she just plain laughed, then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard. "Good luck with that," She said once she had me kissed to submission, "Takes a lot more than some of these bimbos have to realize a pearl amongst the peas."

Don't know where that saying came from, but I took it for the compliment I hoped it was. We finally crawled out of bed, I slipped my shorts on, Barbra added one of my shirts to her shorts and we headed out to see if there was anything left of breakfast.

We came out to the pool and I just stopped cold, Barbra only hesitated and then giggled. Sarah was laying on a lounger working on her tan, and Rosy was pouring Don some coffee. BUT THEY WERE NAKED!

As soon as Rosy poured the coffee she joined Sarah on the next lounger, one of THOSE loungers. You know those ones that fold up in thirds with the little ratchet mechanisms in the hinges? The ones with the nice gap in straps near the hinges? The ones that when naked women lay on their bellies they hang THROUGH them! The ones that when they lay in their bellies it lets those lovely, oiled, jigging, tits hang through them on display!

Barbra came back to me and was going to swat me. I caught her hand and grinned. "Hey Sarah, you know where Barbra could get some pasties?" I asked without looking away from Barbra.

"What?"

Barbra rolled her eyes and pulled her hand back, almost popped some buttons taking my shirt off and shucked her shorts to be as naked as the other girls, "That better?"

I stepped to her and got a good grip on her ass and put my other hand up under her tit and squeezed making her squeak a bit. "Much." I leaned to her ear, "Now what table should I bend you over?"

Barbra grabbed my head, gave me a good kiss, then pulled back smiling, "MEN!" the girls cackled as we found our seats, picking from the last of the breakfast stuff in the middle of the table.

While we were eating Sarah rolled to her side and cupped her tit playing with her nipple. "So did you two read the note on the table last night?"

"To tired after our shower, went right to bed." Barbra barely managed to stifle a giggle at that. "What did it say?"

"Not a lot really, just a few things about the house and entertainment system, and that we girls generally go nude unless there are strangers around."

I chuckled, "So I guess we're not strangers any more?"

Sarah grinned, "After last night, I hardly think so." Sliding her finger down to her pussy before rolling back to the lounger and getting her tits settled just so in the gap. "Have you decided to take Don up on his offer?"

I looked at Barbra, "We're thinking about it," she replied.

"You wouldn't regret it unless you're a social butterfly. It's so peaceful and quiet out here. No one to bother you for miles around."

"So you can run around in your birthday suit and flash your knockers at your man."

Sarah chuckled at Barbra's comments, "Well there is that."

"And Nashville is not that far away if you really want all of the hubbub," Don added.

"Or you can just get away up to the lake and be all alone," Rosy said.

Sarah's head came up, "You know you two might like that. You should run up there and check it out."

Barbra grinned, "We could do that, maybe Ken will even let me drive his trike this time."

Don chuckled, "You can't get there on Kens trike. More like one of the ATV's."

"Where is this place?" I asked.

"Well if you were standing on the top of the barn you might be able to see it in the spring before the leaves come in. It's about a third of the way up the mountain, and it's probably just warm enough to swim in by now since it's spring fed."

"Rosy?" Don asked.

Rosy came up to her elbows letting those oiled C cup orbs swing soooo nicely, "Yes Seníor Don?"

"Do we have the makings of a nice picnic basket?"

"Most certainly." She turned to Barbra, "Would you like to help me?" as she came over with her pendulous tits swinging, even slapping together as she walked.

Barbra grinned looking at me looking at Rosy, play slapped at my chest and got up to follow her into the house, both sets of cheeks bobbling nicely.

The girls packed a basket, we changed into jeans and shirt for the trek, and Don decided to put us in one of the bigger ATV's with a cab since it had been a while since anyone had been up there and the trail would probably be a bit over grown.

Barbra wanted to drive, and of course I let her. Just because the trail would probably be a bit rough, and she would need two hands on the steering wheel preventing her from keeping her tits from jiggling and bobbing and swinging and... well you get the picture. I mean wasn't that just so considerate of me to let her have something to hang on to now?

And true to expectations, little miss hot rod took off across the meadow at full speed, grinning and hollering all the way. As we got into the forest she had to slow down, what had once been a road according to Don had now narrowed into a path, sometimes only a foot path making us slow and almost force the ATV through.

And then when it widened out a bit she was off to the races again, or at least as best as she could in the rough terrain. Bouncing and jiggling and swaying with the bumps and turns. Sometimes I thought her tits were going to come out of her shirt, others swinging enough I thought her nipple rings would tear it open. "Huh? Why of course I'm watching the road dear. What else would I be watching out here?"

After what seemed like a fifty miles instead of the four Don said it was we broke into a clearing that words could not do justice to. Something from a movie where there was a lush grass just waiting to be run through going down to a nice calm lake.

We had barely stopped when Barbra jumped out of the ATV, then jumped back in to set the brake and shaking a finger at me laughing. She pealed off her clothes and took a running jump into the lake, resurfacing a little ways away and back stroking out a bit and then back near shore before standing and walking from the water with it sheeting down her skin. "DAMN! Where's a movie camera when you need one?"

"Oh you're terrible. Now go rinse off and we can eat."

I grinned and licked my lips.

"FOOD! Now go."

It was a bit chilly so I was in and out pretty quickly, especially with my naked Barbie doll laying there with one knee up. We ate the cold stuff first, strawberries and whipped cream. And then because there was whipped cream left over I put some on her nipples and licked it off, which necessitated Barbra putting some on my hard cock and sucking it off.

That of course led to one of those rubbers magically appearing and an upturned lubed ass being presented. The magic of the calm quiet lake is that every little sound was magnified. The slap as I bottomed out against her ass, her grunts and hisses as I enjoyed her tight ass, the little bit of slap as my balls hit her wet pussy. That of course was followed by the loud grunts and calls for 'more, harder, HARDER!' as I slammed into her ass, practically spanking her as I drove deep. Her orgasmic scream rolling across the water and coming back to us over and over as Barbra screamed over and over in answer to it.

Followed by the almost quietness of hard breathing as I cupped her tits just before collapsing on her back still in her ass. Momentarily worried about my weight on her until her hands came up beside mine and Barbra's contented sigh as I settled in on her. Her gasp and 'nooo' as I softened too much to stay in her and rolled to one side, our breathing the only sound.

I heard a rustle in the grass and turned to the water. I tapped Barbra on the shoulder and put a finger to her lips before she could speak, then pulled her back to me and pointed to the waters edge. There were deer drinking from the lake, a huge buck and several does, even a few small ones that looked like they were this springs fawns having lost their spots not too long ago.

We cuddled and played, me groping and squeezing Barbra huge tits while she reached back and fondled my soft cock, watching and enjoying nature. Something spooked the deer back in the trees, and with such speed and gracefulness they were gone into the brush in two jumps.

We laid there a bit more before going back to the lake to rinse, the water being just that much colder from the heat of our passion. We walked back to the picnic, Barbra snickering at my following her and watching her ass. "Now I REALLY wish I wasn't on the rag."

We strolled up to finish the picnic, gazing and looking around, just enjoying the quiet not saying a word.

We lazed and cuddled in the sun touching and caressing, no sense of urgency, just taking in the surroundings.

"What ya looking at?" Barbra asked.

I pointed at the tree line, "Looks like an old rangers tower up there."

Barbra got up on her knees to look, I nipped at her ass in front of me. She swatted at me, "Come on, let's go check it out."

I groaned and fell back to the blanket.

"Come on," She turned back to me and cupped her tits to jiggle them at me, "You never know what you'll get when we get there!"

I rolled up to my knees and took her in my arms, "You know how hard it is to say no to you?"

I got a nice kiss, then a giggle and a grope, "Not as hard as it needs to be," stroking me twice before hopping up and sliding her jeans on. We dressed and packed up, the only signs of our having been there a bit of trampled grass.

Of course Barbra had to drive again, and I again objected strenuously for the same reasons, DAMN she jiggles and sways soooo nicely! After a few dead ends, we came to the base of the rangers' tower. Barbra was all giddy and started running up the stairs. I shook my head and began plodding up. I did find her at the top step panting out of breath, I wasn't far behind her.

Once we had caught our breath we wandered around enjoying the panoramic view from above the tree tops, seeing part of the lake we had been at and much of the valley below, even the roof of Don's house when we came around that side. The door was locked with a simple spring catch, only meant to stop critters, not people.

Stepping in reminded me of stepping on to Don and Sarah's pool deck. The old roller chairs in green leather now dry and cracking, huge sturdy wooden tables, a couple of bunks along the back wall and a closet in the corner whose aroma told me it had once housed the porta-poty. But part of it was the size of the place. Even at the top of the tower it was at least thirty foot on a side if not more, not including the twelve foot outside wrap around balcony.

Just for grins I went outside and raised several of the big storm shutters, with a grinning Barbra following me from the inside and opening windows to let the breeze through. Coming back in you could already tell the difference in temperature. Barbra was sitting on the corner of one of the desks looking out the window. I came up behind her wrapping my arms around her, enjoying both the feel of her in my arms and the view out the window.

"This is soooo beautiful up here, could you just imagine living up here?"

I kissed her neck, "Is that before or after my heart attack from climbing those steps?"

Barbra giggled, "Well after a few hundred times up and down you'd be a pro at it. I'd just have to make you get on top all the time in bed to keep your conditioning up!"

I dropped my head to her shoulder and nipped at it making her squeak.

"Besides, look at the view. Can you imagine what it would be like when the leaves all drop?"

"Hmmm, let's see. Wind howling below us, pushing the tower back and forth like we're in an earthquake. Freezing your ass off just to get down the stairs. Have I left anything out?"

Barbra settled back against me, "Like looking out on a calm day with everything covered in a pristine blanket of white, watching the birds soar, the animals below, and then there's me naked twenty four seven."




Barbie Doll Ch. 04



"You're serious?"

"Well I'm seriously thinking about it. Can we see if it's even possible?"

I looked at her a second, "Well first off would be to see who owns it. We could do solar for power, and we have cell coverage. Then would come water and septic. I know they had something back when it was in use, but that could have been a tanker truck so I don't know. I wouldn't want to be hauling water in the winter, hell I don't know about hauling water in the summer either."

"But we can check it out right?" batting her eyelashes at me.

"Fine fine fine, we can look." I had a screaming woman wrapped around me, and then a groaning woman as I took advantage of that ass just begging to be squeezed. So we began looking.

The first good discovery was a trap door in the floor of the outside porch and a stout eyebolt in the ceiling above it so bringing something up on a winch looked promising. Going down the stairs with eyesight not limited by oxygen deprivation led us to discover that the section below the top cabin was braced for a floor of some kind, probable provision storage or something away from the critters.

The steel looked sound, and once at the bottom we found an old pipe sticking up out of the ground that had Barbra's interest. A little investigation had us following, read me following an entirely too enthusiastic ass, up the hill a ways until we heard running water. Barbra giggled and scooted ahead in the brush until I heard her yell "YES!"

I came panting up behind her grinning and jumping.

"SEEEE!" she said jumping into my arms as I collapsed on the mossy ground.

"Se what?" I managed to say.

"The pipe," pointing to something sticking out of the ground.

"And that's a good thing?"

"That's our power silly."

"Huh?"

Barbra jumped up like a kid on Christmas. "You forget my degree is in hydraulics. You see here?" pointing to something, "They had a little damn, that would let it fill enough to put the water level above the pipe and run it down to the tower."

She hopped back on my lap, "From the size of it I would bet they were just using it for water, maybe a propane fired shower or something. But with today's equipment we could put a little hydro unit in and have all the power we want with a bigger feed pipe."

"And that will work?"

I got the 'MEN' look, "My grandfather had a little spiral drive hooked to a car generator at his mountain cabin for his radio and a few lights, and that was over forty years ago."

I grinned at her, "So that's a yes?"

I had a woman sitting on my chest pounding me with her fists screaming to the hills.

I managed to capture the fists and kiss them into submission, "Okay okay, I'll take your word for it. But it's all meaningless if it still belongs to the government."

"But we can ask?"

"Yes we can ask." Now I had a wild woman on me trying to strangle me and kill me with kisses out in the wilderness where we would never be found. Is there any better way to go?

Then I was dragged back down to the tower, Barbra raced back up to close up. I managed three quarters of the way when she came back down dragging me to the ATV. I barely had the door closed when she was off, and no taking it easy this time. I didn't have time to enjoy her chest bouncing around, I was doing my best to hang on and hope the door stayed closed wishing this thing had five point seat belts! I can't even begin to tell you how many times we were airborne, but they all came with a shout of glee from Barbra.

At least the pasture was relatively smooth, only relatively. By the time I had the nerve to look any where but where we were going to crash next we were back skidding to a stop next to the barn. I had barely pealed my fingers from the top grip and I was being drug into the house and out to the pool area. The only thing missing was Rosy. Don still sitting at the table reading, Sarah still on her lounger but on her back now, tits glistening in the sun.

Barbra stepped beside the table near Don and began stripping off her clothes. Not shucking them, but STRIPPING them, a little grind and wiggle as she did.

"Don?" as she pealed her top away from her tits getting his attention.

"I have a question for you," lifting and jiggling her tits a little. I heard Sarah giggle and turned to see her grinning and watching the show.

"Uh huh?" watching Barbra squeeze her tits and slide her hands up to tweak her nipples.

"That old ranger tower near the lake, who owns it?" starting to trace her areola and play with her nipple rings.

"Well I don't know for sure," Barbra sat on the table next to him, her tits less than a foot from his face. "I think it was abandoned so that would... ummm... make it... mine I guess." Barbra was really playing, lifting her tit with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other, totally ruining his concentration.

Barbra spread her legs letting her shaved pussy show right in front of him and then tracing her finger down her belly until it was just above her mound all the time sliding her foot over his crotch. "Would you sell it to me?"

"I uhhh... ummm... what for?" as Barbra slid her finger between her wet lips.

"So we can live in it silly," bringing the wet finger to her lips and licking it off.

"IN A TREE HOUSE!" Sarah exclaimed.

"It's not a tree house," still playing and stroking in front of Don, "And the view is magnificent. So what do you say Don?" bringing her fingers back up to her areola and flicking her nipples with her fingernails.

"I'll...," his head turned to his chuckling wife, "I'll check into it."

"Okay!" Barbra said all chipper hopping up to sit on my lap, legs spread facing Don, the hot stripper gone like smoke. She leaned back beside my head. "You know Ken, worst case scenario a friend I do some collaborating with has some land down near Pensacola. We could always find something down there."

Don groaned and Sarah giggled and came over to put him out of his misery, sitting on his lap and feeding him a coconut flavored nipple.

Barbra was not to be out done and turned to feed me hers, then leaned in close to whisper, "We need to go take a shower."

I looked at her, "How come? We just came back from the lake."

Barbra grinned, "Because I'm only spotting."

HELL YES! We scurried back up to our room, I pealed off my clothes while Barbra started the shower. I chuckled when I read the note on the table, then did my guy thing and flipped on the TV while I had a naked woman waiting for me in the shower. A few clicks later and I headed for the shower with a face splitting grin.

This was like showering together at the truck stop, but SO much better. A huge shower with a massive rain head, lots of room and a bench along one end under another shower head. No rush, no need to go anywhere but maybe twenty feet to bed later. Soaping and sliding across each other lathering and soaping several times just for the pure joy of doing it. Listening to Barbra moan as I shampoo her hair with the tip of my cock in the crease of her ass, feeling her nipples in my back as she does mine.

I could really get used to this...

Then watching her step to the bench at the end and lean over, looking over her shoulder at me wiggling her ass. But unlike the last few days, it isn't her ass she wants filled. I walk to her, my hard cock bobbing in the air in total anticipation of what's coming, not even slowing down as I sink into her waiting pussy. Grabbing her hips to get the last little bit burrowed in her, both of us moaning as I do.

Standing there under the rain head, joined in the most intimate way possible, and still wanting more. Pulling back a little and driving that last bit hearing Barbra give that satisfied little grunt. Pulling back enough to slap her ass as I drove in, then again and again, reveling at being joined like this again. Feeling her pussy quiver around me like her tight ass never could. Her throat, ass, tits, and pussy each being the individual special gift they were.

I grinned wishing for a mirror to see her expression, her tits bouncing back and forth as I drove into her, but it would be almost as good...

I grabbed Barbra's hips with that thought rolling around my head and just flat pounded her, slapping her ass as she begged for more and harder until I thought I was going to drive her through the wall while her screaming was going to break the shower glass. Going until I couldn't stand and had pumped the last of what I had into her willing pussy. pulling back to let the shower rinse us off with only the slightest hint of pink. Taking the hand held and rinsing her pussy, smiling at her gasp and then groan as I bathed her inflamed pussy with the warm water.

Shutting off the water and toweling enough to start toweling Barbra as she clung to me. Grabbing a couple of extra towels to put on the bed as she held on to me before laying her across them. Finishing toweling off looking at her with an 'I am well and truly fucked' grin and glow about her.

And I did the guy thing again, I picked up the remote and flipped the TV on, muting the sound right away. I was picking through the channels, backing up to see what I could find, and there it was! The most beautiful angle, just filling the screen. I backed up a bit more and turned the sound up.

At first there was just a bit of moaning, but then came the first 'YES!' Barbra's head came up and froze, the image on the screen stopping her cold. "WHAT THE HELL!"

"What dear?" turning back to watch her tits swinging so nicely as I drove into her.

"How the hell did you manage that?" looking between me and the scene on the TV of me fucking her.

I kissed her and grinned, "I didn't, Don did."

"HE WHAT!?"

I kissed her again with her trying to avoid it looking at herself getting a hell of a good fucking on the TV. "Well he didn't directly, I just read his note finally. The room is wired to the hilt with HD cameras."

"So they're watching us?" I was being glared at.

"Not unless we want them to. Should I switch it over so they can?"

"Not if you ever want to get laid again."

"Well I guess I'll just have to settle for listening to you scream again and again," about the time she started orgasming on camera, I let it roll, getting firm watching and listening to her.

As Barbra became overwhelmed with her orgasm on screen she finally said something, "That was just plain HOT!... is there any other angles?"

I chuckled and skipped up and down the channels until I found one looking down towards the seat and backed it up. In high speed we fucked backwards until we 'walked out' of the camera. I turned it on and we watched it all over again. Barbra walking to the seat and bending over, my coming up behind her and sliding in in one smooth stroke. Backing up a little and then driving deep in a short stroke.

After a few nice strokes I was picking up speed, the nice bulge of her big tits appearing and disappearing beside her from that angle as we fucked. Barbra got up on her hands and knees beside me, "Fuck me Ken," was all she said.

I was definitely in the mood again, getting up behind her and sliding in to my own accompaniment. Picking up our pace until we were matching ourselves. But unlike last time, we both exploded about the time Barbra started screaming. Dropping to the bed still driving into her spasming pussy while we watched ourselves fuck on screen.

Laying there not gong fully soft watching ourselves in the last throws of orgasm. Barbra snickering and squeezing on me as she saw herself gasp and groan as I rinsed her down. Hearing Barbra sigh she watched me pick her up and carry her to bed.

Barbra pulled herself from me rolling me on my back as she shut the TV off, reaching back to stroke me a bit to semi firm, then throwing a leg over and mounting me, taking me in for a third time in less than an hour. "I think you've about drained me today babe."

"I know, but I like you in me." Barbra grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it over us as she laid down on top of me, cradling her head on her arms and falling asleep laying on me with my cock trying to stay in her. I did stay in her a bit, but not for long. Hearing a slight whimper as I came out of her, the little grin on her face as she slid off to one side and put her fingers in my chest hair. I turned the bed side light off and snuggled in with a loving soft woman in my arms...

___

I woke to a now familiar sight, and a second totally unfamiliar sight.

The first was seeing Barbra turned around sucking my firming cock down, watching her from the side as her throat expanded as she took me in. The second however made me completely hard in an instant. Up on the screen was a view right down between my legs as Barbra grinned around my cock and took me in. Seeing her face, eyes closed in enjoyment, as she swallowed me down.

Now I always assumed she was enjoying herself from the vibrations I felt as she took me in, but the look on her face as she inhaled me. I watched as she opened her eyes and looked straight at the camera and took me to the root before closing her lips around me, milking me with her throat and sliding back off until she had just the head between her lips. Again she looked directly at the camera, but knowing it was coming and seeing it was more than... "COMMMMMINGGGG!"

I think I watched myself swell and spasm as I shot the first load into her, but after that I was a spasming fool. Arching and cumming until Barbra had me drained. And then not letting me go, keeping me between her lips to suck the last of me while making me twitch. "There might be something to all these cameras after all."

I just groaned and squeezed her ass.

We headed out for breakfast at a better time than yesterday, and thankfully so since Rosy was making pancakes, in her apron, and just in her apron! Barbra snickered at me watching her ass as she dished things up, her tits barely contained by the upper part.

Us guys just watched her, Antonio getting a swat for grabbing her ass while she was serving him, then grinning as she took off her apron to join us for breakfast. Now this is how it should be. All the women naked at breakfast... damn life is good.

Since today was the awards for the tractor competition the girls decided we were all going to the fair today. We were outvoted when we said we wanted to go by ourselves. Seems we men required constant supervision at the fair. The girls headed off bobbing and jiggling to get ready while the guys went off to our rooms. I grinned at the sound of Rosy's oiled tits slapping together as she walked away. She wasn't all that big, probably a healthy C cup, but they were VERY pendulous and swing with every movement she made. I had slipped a clean shirt and jeans on and we were waiting for the girls in the living room, Don and Antonio looking at me and grinning. "What?"

"You'll see," Don said.

I was about to ask him to clarify when the girls came in in some of the nicest basic dresses I could imagine, checker board patterns, low elastic neck lines and nice subtle nipple lumps, skirts mid thigh. Then they converged on me. I was unceremoniously hauled to my feet and my shirt almost torn from my body with Sarah instructing Barbra to get something better. I was getting NO help from Don and Antonio doing their best not to laugh.

Barbra came back in with a proper WESTERN style shirt for a proper COUNTRY look. And once it was on it required a proper tucking in. That translated to dropping my pants, being groped by three ornery women, then having my pants pulled back up until I thought I was going to sing soprano for the next fifty years!

I think I'll have to get a few of these shirts and put them on myself next time!

We piled into the Navigator and headed to the fair. It was a wonderful day, strolling with our ladies, going on a few rides with Barbra snuggled against me. We took three rounds on the Ferris Wheel, kissing when ever we had the chance, and groping a few times when we shouldn't. Barbra teasing me by swallowing a corn dog then pulling it back out and nipping the end off making me cringe and Sarah and Rosy laugh.

We even stopped by the judges tent and ruffled a few feathers again, aren't I just terrible? "So when will the judges' notes be available? After the presentation, or are you going to wait the full twenty four hours before making them public?"

"Making them public?"

"Well yeah. I mean I've been to a few where they wait the full twenty four hours when all the judges are local. But if there are out of town judges they have to be released before they leave so they can be questioned if need be."

"Oh, well... I don't know... I'll have to check and see what the schedule is on that."

"Okay, thanks. I'll ask some of the other competitors and see when they've been released in the past, that should give me an idea at least."

"OH! Well... Um..."

"Thanks for your time, see you later at the awards ceremony."

We got a ways away from the judges' tent when Don stopped me, "What judges' notes release were you talking about? I've never heard of that."

I grinned back at him, "Me either. But if they even THINK there is a possibility of having to release their notes to justify their conclusions then that's just too bad now isn't it? And from the way he acted I would be he hasn't read the rules and regulations on one of these competitions and has been winging it for his own ego from the beginning."

We all had a good laugh and went to make the rounds again, splitting up and agreeing to meet a little before the awards announcement.

Barbra turned and took both hands in hers, walking backwards and pulling me under a tree. "So what do you want to do now?"

"Mmmmm, what I want to do would get us arrested out here," and gave her a nice kiss.

"Awwww, you mean I wore this skimpy bra and no panties for nothing?"

I dropped my head to her shoulder groaning.

"And if we had drove we could have went back to the truck for a not so quickie, I might even have gotten you down my throat after you filled my cunt," Barbra whispered.

I turned my head enough to nip her neck.

"Promises promises. Then again I could always pull this big plug out of my ass and see if you can make me scream again?"

Barbra bought my hand around to her ass and giggled. I didn't really want to know, and yet I just had to reach around and dip my fingers between her cheeks... "OH FUCK!" I hissed as my fingers found the big base spreading her cheeks.

"You know Ken, just because I won't let another guy in our bed doesn't mean I don't like being double stuffed. Can you imagine how tight my cunt will be with that stuffed in my ass? Hmmmm?"

"Damn you are ornery."

"Nah, ornery would be stripping my bra off and pulling my dress down 'til my nipples are about ready to pop out."

I groaned again.

"You know that reminds me, I used to have a super short halter dress that I tied the front to my nipples instead of up around my neck. I wonder if I still have that one?"

I growled and planted her to the tree grinding into her and doing my best to kiss her into submission, I was just starting to bring my hand up between us to cup her tit when I was being hit in the back by something.

"Leave that young girl alone you dirty old man." We broke the kiss to see four older ladies, one close enough to have been my assailant with her purse ready for another swing.

I was trying to come up with a smart ass remark, but Barbra beat me to it. "Like hell, it's taken me three hours to get him this worked up."

They gasped and muttered 'Hussy' and other interesting names making Barbra giggle. "Well that ruined the mood."

"We better get back over to the ceremony before I lay you down and rape you here and now."

Barbra squirmed out from under me, "You can't rape the willing, especially if they bring their own hand cuffs." She stepped a few steps away, looked around, then flashed her ass before skipping off towards the tractors. DAMN! That wasn't just a big head on that plug, it was a big jeweled head glistening in the light. She is SO going to get FUCKED when we get home!




Barbie Doll Ch. 04



It was an interesting awards ceremony. Don came in third, the old guy I teased about a nut behind the wheel came in first. The pissed off guy on the end, otherwise known as the judges friends boss or something like that, he didn't even place in the top ten. His prize was a ten dollar gift certificate on a fifty dollar purchase at John Deere... and he owned a Massey! LOL

We made it home without too much playing around, considering the girls decided to divest themselves of their dresses as soon as we got in the truck. Barbra turning to straddle my legs rubbing and kissing on me while I held her huge tits in my hand, her pushing one hand to her ass and again to her plug encouraging me to bump and play with it while I kissed and groped her chest.

We were home too soon and not soon enough. Following three giggling naked scampering girls into the house is just sooo traumatic. Following that jewel plugged ass up the stairs while the rest of the gang headed for the pool was exquisite torture.

Barbra turned to me and began groping me as she sunk to her knees to remove my pants. But something caught my eye and I stopped her. The little indicator beside the TV was green, not yellow or red. I stepped over and picked up the remote, paged over to the control screen and changed it to yellow. "Did you put it on green?"

"No, I flipped it on yellow this morning. Why?"

"Hmmm, neither did I, what was it on when you changed earlier?"

"Don't know, we changed in Don and Sarah's room."

"Oh well, just have to keep an eye on it. Now where were we?"

"Somewhere like this!" dropping and pulling my pants down right along with my boxers. Inhaling my hard cock a few times before laying back on the edge of the bed legs up and spread. That bright sparkly jewel below her inflamed pussy just inviting me in.

I stepped to her and drove in hard and deep and just kept repeating over and over after what she did to me earlier. Driving in hard enough to get some real nice motion to her monsters. Slapping that plug in her ass hard enough to feel it on my balls but just not caring.

Watching her tits move when I drove in, hearing Barbra grunt and still ask for more. "Harder.... Yes... sooo...full...fuck...my....CUUUNTTTTTT!!!!!" as she came screaming and thrashing. Wrapping her ankles around me as I drove in giving her pussy the first two shots, pulling back to shoot all over her tits then drive back into her pussy to hear her scream again for more.

I stood there hands braced on her spread knees catching my breath and enjoying my handiwork. Seeing Barbra grin and massage my cum into her tits. I was finally to soft to stay in her and stepped back and dropped into the chair, but Barbra stayed there a bit, holding her knees up and spread as our cum flowed from her pussy and ran down her ass over the plug to puddle on the edge of the comforter.

She stayed like that a bit, on her back, legs up and spread dribbling, smiling with her eyes close as my cum began to dry on her tits. She snorted sending a healthy flow from her pussy, then lowered her legs, "I think I might need a shower," then rolled sideways laughing, out cum still dribbling out of her.

I staggered to the shower and was joined by my sticky companion. I looked down at her encrusted chest, "See what happens when you get me all worked up."

Barbra wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard while the water trickled down between us, "Might have to do that again then!" we rinsed and soaped and rinsed again, and I thought we were done until Barbra turned her ass to me, bent over a bit and spread her cheeks as far as she could. "One thing left to do my love."

"Hmmm?"

She wiggled her spread ass, "I put it in, your turn to take it out."

I grinned at her grinning at me. I stepped beside her putting one arm across her chest, mashing one tit and cupping the other before getting a nice grip on the base of the plug.

I began to pull and got the surprise of my life. I was expecting a fairly 'normal' plug with an over sized jewel base. Leave it to Barbra to do things up right. As I pulled the first 'bubble' of the plug emerged letting her ass close around the next one making her hiss. I played it back and forth a bit watching her try and spread her ass even more.

I let the next 'bubble' come out and her ass clenched on what I would guess was the tip, and 'normal' sized plug. I pushed the middle bubble back in a bit and was surprised to feel Barbra push back against it. Feeling her groan and tremble as I pushed, then pushed the middle 'bubble' back in and Barbra collapsing on my arm cumming. I worked the middle 'bubble' in and out of her ass fucking her with it, watching her ass claim and release it as she came, her legs giving out and only my arm across her chest and the plug in her ass supporting her.

I gave her a few more strokes and then removed it completely hearing her cry out and grab for my arm. I lowered Barbra to the tile and cleaned the plug, then lifted her to put her arms around my neck and soaped her butt once more feeling her tremble and whimper as I passed the cloth over her ass.

I toweled her as best I could holding her, then laid her on towels to finish before pulling the comforter off and putting her under the blanket. I shut the lights off and cuddled in behind her, her only movement was to reach back and put my soft cock in the crease of her ass and moan as she did. Sighing as I put my hand over and cupped her tit to call it a night.

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I woke in almost the same position, but with Barbra using my arm for a pillow. I extracted it and was massaging some circulation back in it when I noticed the indicator by the TV, it was green again. Seems like Dan and Sarah had a voyeur complex, I reached for the remote and switched it to red. I pulled my boxers on, Barbra merely ran a comb through her hair and stuck her tongue out at me. I nibbled on it as I pulled her close for a kiss.

After another lovely breakfast with naked women we were back off to the fair. It was the last day and time to pick up the D. Don had seen it, but Sarah chuckled at my toy conversion, calling it 'cute'. Don and I sat up front, while the girls were at the table, Rosy and Antonio were following a bit later in the Navigator. In between our conversations I could hear Sarah asking about the truck, and 'how could you live in something this small?'

Barbra showed her bits and pieces, and I chuckled when Sarah was flabbergasted we both slept in 'that tiny bunk!' Once we got to the fairgrounds Sarah was off with a few of her friends, asking Barbra to tag along but she declined to stay with us. Once we had the D loaded and chained Don went in search of Sarah, and Barbra led me back inside the truck.

Once inside the 'country girl' dress came off and she hunted through her stuff while wiggling her bare ass at me, grinning over her shoulder every once in a while. She turned back to me with a... well I guess you would call it a white tube dress. But not a 'tube top' dress, more like a half slip but cotton. An elastic band above her tits, nipples and nipple rings nicely visible through the material then just hanging down stopping mid thigh. I learned later it was just a bikini cover up without the benefit of a bikini!

Slipping a tan vest over to hide those beautiful tips and she pronounced us ready to go. That was, however, right after she made sure to show me the accessibility of the dress by pulling the vest aside, the top edge down, and putting her nipple between my lips. Slipping her hand on the back of my head playing with my hair while she enjoyed my lavishing her chewy nipple. We tested the other side just to make sure it didn't have any problems either. There was a minor problem though, Barbra started dribbling down her thighs when I nipped her other nipple. I wiped it up with my finger and licked it clean, and I had to wipe it several more times later that day. She grinned and gasped ever time I did, even holding my finger between her lips against her clit trying not to cum when a group of girls went by giggling.

We made one last stroll through the midway, the Ferris Wheel already in the process of being torn down, but a ride on the Scrambler and Barbra just 'happening' to come out of her top half way through made the operator grin and we got a little longer ride for some reason. Barbra even allowed him to give her a hand down before 'noticing' her top down and just simply sliding it up letting the dark outline of her nipple show through, no fuss no muss and not bothering to pull her vest over until we were out of his sight.

Add to that one last trip down the health food alley, lots of corn dogs, funnel cakes, mini donuts, even trying some deep fried ice cream. As we were headed back to the truck with an extra bag of mini donuts in hand I got a text from Don saying they caught a ride back with Rosy and Antonio and not to wait up for them.

"They're probably headed to the club, Rosy was disappointed they didn't get to go with us the other night," Barbra said with a giggle as we headed for the gates. "I think Sarah and Rosy are quite popular over there."

I smiled at the thought of the two of them dancing together, Sarah and her big brown tits and Rosy with her swinging and slapping C cups. But then I lost my smile, thinking about what kind of life style they led, and would they try and lead us into it, and would we want to?

I pulled through the gates to the outer parking lot and pulled over to park.

"Problem?" Barbra asked.

"We need to talk away from Don and Sarah's." I shut the truck down and went back to kick the generator and AC on.

Barbra raised an eyebrow when I poured us both some Makers, "Something serious?"

I sat the glass in front of her and sat across from her, "Yes and no." I took a quick sip, "But we need to talk about it."

"Oooookaaaayyyy."

I grinned, "Not that bad, but I'm wondering if we really want to stay here so close to Don and Sarah."

Barbra smiled and sighed, "I was wondering the same thing," and took a sip of her drink.

I reached out for her hand and she took it. "I'm sorry babe, I know you liked the old ranger tower. But I'm not sure I would enjoy their life style, and being that close and working in his shop we'd be a bit beholden to him."

Barbra squeezed my hand, "I know, after Sarah wanting me to tag along today I overheard her talking to Rosy about heading to the club tonight. It got me thinking. I did really enjoy dancing for you, and the applause and tips just made me tingle, but I don't know if I would want to do that on a regular basis like it's expected or something."

I grinned, "As opposed to flashing some lucky carnival worker, or letting people see your luscious body in a clinging wet dress?"

Barbra grinned and leaned back letting her vest slide open as she pulled her dress down under her tits and flipped her nipple rings up and down a few times. "Something like that. But I mean I can work from anywhere, but what about you? What about your restoring tractors?"

I smiled and pulled her hand to kiss her palm, "Babe, I have my retirement and a little Navy pension, the tractors were divorce therapy I guess. I don't need to work on them. I would say looking back that it was something to keep my mind off of being by myself after all those years. But I'm not by myself any more am I?"

"No you're not," she said with a grin. "So what brought this on?"

"Not sure exactly, but what got me thinking was this morning, before I woke you. The video system indicator was on green again."

"OH REALLY!"

"And the whole way out here Don was talking about what project he wanted done first. How long would we be staying in the guest house before finding a place. Like it was a fore gone conclusion we would be staying."

Barbra looked off into the distance, "You know, I was getting that kind of vibe from Sarah as well." She took another sip of her drink, and I followed with my own. "So what do we do, go gallivanting around the country in this pulling a practically empty trailer."

I chuckled at that, "No, well yes, but the trailer is nothing special. I could pull my winch and sell the trailer."

"But what about your tool box crate and the trike?"

"Well," I sat thinking a bit. "I know some of the hot shot drivers have a huge sleeper and then a small flat bed or box on the back, we could look into something like that."

"And just run around in this. Are you sure?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well it isn't the Ritz, but it's paid for. And we can go anywhere we want. I'd take freedom over a big house full of stuff any day."

"So then we're back to Don and Sarah."

"So we play it by ear. They have until end of business tomorrow to get me the contract back. But even without it we could make it, just not as care free. We might have to spend a little more time in one place before moving on again."

Barbra had a sly grin on her face, "And I really do have a college friend near Pensacola, not sure if he has any acreage, but we could base out of there for a bit if we needed to. He's been begging me to come down for a long time."

"He?"

Barbra grinned, "He keeps asking if I'm still single."

I just looked at her looking like she was fading off into the distance... I think my world was crashing...

Barbra stood up and pulled me to my feet and put her arms around my neck, "And while I'm technically still single, I'm definitely not available."

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Barbra pulled me down for a soft kiss, "I told you before, I'm not going anywhere. Now let's go to OUR bed." She stepped the three steps from 'dining room' to 'bedroom' and shrugged her vest the rest of the way off then lifted her dress over her head. Barbra turned and wiggled her ass at me as she crawled down into our bed, turning and lifting her knee while watching me get undressed and snickering at my fighting my hard on doing it.

I crawled in beside her pulling the curtain across. We didn't need it, but in doing so we were all alone in our little cocoon. It wasn't a monster bed we could get lost in, or a shower big enough to hold a party in, it was our bed.

I looked at Barbra in the glow of the headboard light, not candle light. I caressed her tit and then her belly as she lay against the back wall instead of sprawled out spread eagle. When I scooted down to nibble on her nipple my feet hit the wall instead of hanging off the bed. If I had wanted to nibble on Barbra's aromatic pussy she would have had to scoot up to the headboard.

When Barbra beckoned me between her legs I had to stay on hands and knees unable to sit up completely. But when I leaned over and slid into her velvet depths we had all the room in the world. All the room I needed to feel her breath catch as I plunged deep and the sigh as I slid out. Plenty of light to see her smile just before I kissed her, our tongues battling as I rocked back and forth on her huge tits as our bodies slapped together in juicy harmony.

And that same ceiling that kept me from sitting up gave Barbra a foot hold to spread even further and beckon me, "harder, faster, deeeeeper..." feeling the cool breeze on one side as she caught her foot in the curtain flailing in orgasm as I hooked my hands on her shoulders and drove in as deep as I possible could. Doing my best to extend her orgasm as I was also doing my best just to keep from passing out.

Collapsing down on Barbra as she wrapped her arms around me, not having room to lay side by side without her scooting over and neither one of us having any more energy than it took to breathe.

When we finally had to move, rolling out and taking the single step to the shower. Managing to remember to lift the pan cover while I was still on my hands and knees and pull the clear curtain instead of standing behind a glass wall as I rinsed down just feet from a lounging Barbra. Standing on the other side of that same plain clear curtain as she did the same while I dried off wishing for a bigger shower yet each of us enjoying watching the other inches away.

Being directed to the booth as Barbra cooked hamburgers naked in front of me instead of sitting back and being served by the staff. And grinning as she brought us our gourmet meal of burgers and potato chips and sat across from me as we ate naked instead of all dressed up, or undressed, in a fancy club.

Watching Barbra still naked do the dishes, all four of them, while I rearranged the table and cushions so we could sit back and cuddle naked to watch a DVD on the twenty seven inch TV instead of sitting in a crowded home theater to see something on the big screen, eating popcorn we made ourselves and sipping on makers.

Enjoying feeling each others body and not having to hide it in the theaters, necking and nibbling until we had to make the few steps back to bed instead of sneaking out up to our room. And even then laughing at the mood being gone when we laid on the COLD wet spot since we forgot to change the sheets and just cuddling as we drifted off to sleep.

Waking a few hours later to go pee and shutting the generator down crawling back in beside Barbra and seeing her smile and hearing her moan softly as she snuggled back beside me never waking. Pulling the curtain closed to put us back in our own little cocoon...

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We woke to some light coming in through the gap in the curtain, dressing quickly in the cool morning air. Barbra was going to make breakfast, but I overruled her and we went to IHOP for endless pancakes. That and they had a WiFi hotspot, no sign of my contract yet. Ah well. We finished our breakfast and headed for Don's, making a game plan to head into Nashville. Barbra checked email again when we got there, no contract.

We parked the truck and trailer and headed for Nashville in the trike, following the Garmin on a route to the big truck dealers. We had snapped a few pics of the truck for reference so we could at least show them what we wanted.

The first few were only interested in two things, selling us a new truck and ogling Barbra's chest. After the next few stops we kept getting the same name, Robert Lee Marvin. We were given directions to his shop out on the edge of town.

Now 'shop' was being nice. It was an old industrial area and the building he was occupying one end of looked like it had seen its better days MANY years ago. I smiled when I shut the trike down. Even before I pulled my helmet off I heard some ZZ Top blaring.

We strolled into the massive building headed toward the sound of a grinder in the hands of a young man. When he stopped Barbra cleared her throat and he looked, smiled, then walked over with a noticeable limp, "What can I do for you folks?"

"We're looking for Robert Lee," I responded.

He put a hand out smiling, "You got him."

"I've been asking around and your name keeps popping up for some modifications I'm looking to have done."

He kicked his head back and laughed, "That means they can't order it out of a book and have no imagination. What do you have and what do you want to do?"

"Well what I have is a long wheel base F-750 with a custom sleeper. I was pulling a short beaver tail delivering equipment and hauling my trike over the fifth wheel. I'm getting out of that and thinking about selling the trailer and putting something on the back to haul the trike, preferable enclosed."

"Pull the fifth wheel or leave it?"

"I'd like to leave it to keep my options open if I can."

He thought about it a bit, "Well two options come to mind. The first and quickest would be to put a standard flat bed on and then add side panels and top hoops to enclose it. The second would to be to mount a short box on the back, but leaving the fifth wheel in place is going to add to the height."

"That's what I was thinking, but I don't like the idea of just a canvas top, and the current sleeper is low enough that a standard box would be way too high even before mounting it above the fifth wheel."




Barbie Doll Ch. 04



"How big is the trike?"

"It's sitting outside."

Robert pulled his heavy gloves off and we went out to take a look. He looked it over and did some measuring. "So how would you load it?"

I shrugged, "Ideally with a big lift gate. I just drive it up the beaver tail right now. Real world probably just use the winch and some ramps."

"Where's the truck?"

"Up north of town."

Robert had his chin in his hand with his finger tapping his lips, "Let me think on it a bit. When can you bring it by?"

"Later today if you want."

He shook his head, "I have to get that beast knocked out today. Sometime tomorrow after lunch would be okay."

We shook and he headed back inside. Well we had the start of a game plan at least.

We stopped at an old fashioned drive in for lunch, Barbra kidded me about stopping because of the uniform. I said I just like the old fashioned place, girls on roller skates, cotton tops and short skirts, just a nice nostalgic place. DAMN those are some looooong legs... and that girls... motion... when she takes a corner... WOW!

We putzed back through town, chuckling at the 'cowboys' walking down the street, having been around the real deal many times. Most of these looked like they would run the other direction if a horse or steer got any where near them.

Barbra checked email again when we gat back, 'WE'VE GOT A CONTRACT!"

But then remembering Charles we double checked it. They had tried to slip a few provisions back in.

I just shook my head and picked up my cell phone.

"Hello."

"Hey Frank, Ken."

"Hey buddy, what's up? You need some specs on the system to get started?"

"Na, I was just wondering if there was anyplace on the east coast in particular you would like a post card from."

"Say what! I thought you wanted this thing."

"Oh I wouldn't have minded working with you again, but Charles just can't stand it so we're hitting the road in the morning."

"What do you mean? Harry approved the contract this morning."

"Well I JUST received a piece of garbage a few minutes ago. So that doesn't fly."

"That's not what they were saying. Let me check into it on this end."

"Frank, it's one o'clock local, but I tell you what, I'm going to be nice since it's you. I'm going to give you until end of business Pacific to return the contract I sent, and midnight to deposit the retainer. But in the mean time I'm packing to leave in the morning because I'm not holding my breath on those turkeys."

"Okay, thanks Ken. I'll let you know one way or the other. Bye."

I just sat back wanting to shake my head. I left this rat race several months back to avoid this kind of shit.

Barbra scooted in beside me, "Okay Mr. Happy Face, how about we go camping and get away tonight. We could always go up to the ranger station one last time."

Barbra gave me a quick peck and batted her eyelashes at me, I just laughed and pulled her close for a nice deep kiss.

I got the D unloaded and parked in front of Don's building then we made plans to go 'camping'. We grabbed our stuff and borrowed the rest from Antonio and headed for the tower. Barbra even slowed down a bit going across the pasture so I could actually enjoy the view.

"You're staring at my knockers again."

I leaned over and cupped and squeezed them rubbing my finger across her nipple, "Not any more." Barbra kicked her head back laughing and put her hand on mine and squeezed.

We made a much more sedate pace through the brush this time since Barbra was driving one handed trying to get the stick shift to work while I was trying to tune in Tokyo.

When we got to the tower Barbra grabbed a bag and ran up the steps. I took them at a much more leisurely pace, grinning at the slowing foot steps as she neared the top. By the time I made it she had one side of the shutters lifted and was starting down the far side. I dropped my bag and met her half way on the fourth side catching her with her arms up and snagging her for a hug and kiss.

After the fourth trip up with supplies I was going to tattoo 'bring a winch and cable next time' onto my forehead!

With most of the supplies up we collapsed against the building in the shade on the west side taking in the scenery of the lake and surroundings. Lots of bird noises coming back as we settled down. A hawk on the far side diving for his lunch and coming up with a decent sized fish.

We sat there a bit just taking it in, then Barbra giggled and leaned forward and turned to me. She unbuttoned my shirt to bare my chest, then lifted her top off and sat between my legs and brought my hands around to her chest. "Now this is the way to live..."

After a fair amount of groping and kissing we went back for the last two loads and began settling in, spreading out supplies and cooking stuff on one of the tables. Air mattresses and sleeping bags in the middle of the room.

Barbra went to set our five gallon bucket / porta potty in the closet, "MEN!"

"What?" She simply stood outside the door and pointed in. I looked in the closet and laughed. Evidentially the place had only, or at least usually, been staffed by men. Beside the spot for the porta potty was a transmission funnel in the end of a hose going down through the floor, probably all the way to the ground. "Works for me!"

"NO SHIT!"

I looked at her grinning that she walked right into that one, "Correct, that's what the bucket is for."

Barbra's eyes went wide, her mouth opened and closed a few times, "ARGH!" and stomped back to the cook stove to do something.

We did go for a walk later and just as predicted the hose ran down to an old steel barrel in the ground near one leg. Not up to today's codes, but ingenious for the time. We did trek up to the head of the feed pipe, and Barbra fiddled around with some stones to get the water level to rise above the pipe, but there was no flow when we got to the bottom. Who knows, may just have needed some pressure to blow it out, then again it could have been crushed or rusted through any where along its length.

That was when the rose colored glasses came off. On the climb back up we noticed some bent or missing braces where the lower platform used to be. When the sun was just about set we noticed a few little gaps in the side wall and some pin holes in the roof. And while it was lovely watching the sunset and then the stars come out, we couldn't lay back and look up at them. The over hang that was probably wonderful for looking out over the forest in all kinds of weather also prevented us from laying back and enjoying the stars above. Kind of defeats the purpose to have to go down five or six stories of steps to get a clear view back up at the stars.

So we sat back against the wall outside with a sleeping bag pulled around us and enjoyed our stew tossing around travel itineraries. For late fall we knew we'd start up north before the cold weather hit, maybe Maryland or DC and work south, but staying near or on the coast as much as possible. Barbra thought it would be interesting to stop and visit the kids... FUCK!, that could get interesting! 

Barbra checked email on her cell phone before we turned in, and we had something with an attachment that arrived at 18:52 our time. Charles was cutting it close. We snuggled in to a different kind of quiet tonight. The truck was just a few creeks and groans, but up here we could hear the breeze through the leaves, the hoot of the owl and the far off cry of the coyote. I could have seen living up here... after I put an elevator in. Although it might have to be called a dumb waiter in my case.

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I woke to a naked woman slipping out of our sleeping bag and pulling my shirt on. I laid there watching her as she made breakfast. Not our usual fair with powdered eggs and no bacon, but seeing her, and up my shirt, in the morning sun made it quite acceptable. The hot coffee, eggs, and toast slightly over done on one side. 'That's what you get for distracting the cook,' Barbra said with a grin and flashing her tits at me while I watched her stroking my cock. Cooking breakfast was enough to warm the room for us to drop back to the sleeping bags for a morning romp.

Well that's where we started out anyway. It started out with Barbra riding me after throwing the sleeping bag back, then just as I was getting close to filling that sweet pussy, she hopped up with a grin and went out the door. When I managed to get standing there she was leaning on the rail with her tits mashed to the top and her legs spread a bit looking at me over her shoulder.

I walked out and grabbed her ass enough to spread her cheeks allowing me to step right into her, "Fuuuccckkkkk," she moaned as I bottomed out, and grunted when I spread her cheeks further and drove that last little bit. Then the cave man she asked for that first time settled in behind her.

Hooking my thumb in her ass as I pounded her dribbling pussy with my other hand hooked on her shoulder and soon it was a chorus of slapping skin and screaming woman as Barbra came around my cock, followed shortly by my bellow as I unloaded into her before collapsing on her back. Her satisfied grunt when my weight joined hers mashing her tits even further to the top rail.

My vision was just coming back when there were a few loud whistles and hollers coming back across the lake. A giggle and then a snort and I was evicted from her pussy, along with a steady dribble of our mixed cum. She used the last of our water to wipe down, then proceeded to help me take things back down to the ATV, NAKED.

I looked at her smiling, "Well I tossed the bags down instead of carrying them and I forgot to pull out some clothes."

I drew her to me and squeezed and played with her ass while my other hand went across her back to pull her chest to mine as we both went tonsil hunting. We did eventually get things loaded, and Barbra even let me drive since she was going topless and 'had' to cup and support her tits along the way. "Keep you eyes on the road or you'll run us into a tree."

About half way there she did compromise a little. She put that big bra that encased those beauties on, then just traced where her nipples were on the outside of that bra grinning at me. FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!

We pulled it up and printed the contract out when we got back, FUCKING CHARLES! I had the contract, the deposit, and a letter under the company letterhead from Charles stating that I was being brought in to finish a project he was unable to complete, BUT...

I picked up my cell phone and dialed.

"Hello."

"Hey Frank, Ken."

"Hey buddy, tell me you got everything this time."

"Ninety nine percent anyway."

"FUCK, now what?"

I chuckled, "Charles missed two spots to initial, paragraphs seventeen and twenty three. Have him initial and resend before noon otherwise I'll send the money back."

"Seventeen and twenty three, aren't those the ones that define the..."

"Yup!"

There was a noise from the other end, "I'll get it back to you in fifteen minutes."

It was closer to thirty, but I had a contract with all the initials and signatures, I counter signed and returned a copy direct to Harry, he even acknowledged receipt so I was all clear of my non-compete.

Barbra called her buddy and he already had the layout about three quarters completed, he got bored. He agreed to hang onto it until we requested it so the dates would all line up.

First step taken care of.

We loaded up the trike on the trailer and headed down to Robert's shop.

We caught him kicked back on a chair eating lunch.

"Any progress?" I asked.

"Some," he began setting his sandwich down.

I put my hand up to stop him, "Don't stop on our account, we're not in that big of a hurry."

I sat on the chair opposite him, then watched him grin as Barbra sat on my lap and kicked her head back beside mine bringing my hands around her waist.

"So what did you find?

"I have an old Penske box out back, it's shorter than the new models, but that brings another problem."

"Such as?"

"I don't know if it's wide enough for your trike."

"How close?"

"Inches one way or another."

We walked out and started measuring the trike and then the Penske box. It would fit if I put slightly narrower tires on. Not the solution I would have liked, but in the big picture it was an acceptable solution.

The price was a bit more than I really wanted to pay, but if the trailer sold for a decent price it would be okay. The other speed bump was he had three other projects ahead of us so we came to a deal. I would get things started and he would jump in where and when he could.

We went back to Don and Sarah's letting them know we were shifting down to the workshop to make the changes on the truck with promises to think about returning to work on the restorations and the Hummer. Don and Sarah were enthusiastic and we tried to be, even getting talked into another night at the club before we left town. I think they looked at it as an incentive to come back. Barbra and I kind of looked at it as the other way around but we couldn't tell them that.

So long to a big bed and shower for a while...

And yet it was a nice change. It was an old industrial area, but yet it was clean. Robert Lee wasn't rich, but he was a down to earth guy.

I pulled the truck up beside his shop to be able to plug in instead of running the generator, and gave him a hand here and there in exchange. And he really objected to Barbra's cooking, especially when she took to wearing her snug halter tops and tight shorts.

We were kicked back enjoying the evening when I finally got the nerve to ask, "What happened to your leg?"

He looked at me for a second, then sighed, "USS Cole."

I looked at him for a bit then raised my glass, "to those that gave all."

Barbra and then Robert Lee raised theirs in response. Nothing more need be said.

We had the old Penske box off the original truck and sitting on the ground for us to prep, sanding and priming getting it ready for Robert Lee to paint. I had also figured out how to put the trike and my tool box, split into two pieces, into the box without having to do to much chopping and cutting on my 'new' Penske box. I even put a trailer receptacle on the front to be able to connect the lights without compromising the truck to trailer connection.

We were about three quarter finished sitting back relaxing after a particularly hot day watching Barbra grilling steaks on his grill. We weren't saying much because the show was just mesmerizing.

Barbra in her little leopard print retro bikini Sarah had given us as an apology bent over the grill, or bent over the side table, or standing in profile to us asking what we wanted. I could see her grin teasing Robert Lee, running her finger tip across her nipples looking at me with her back to him. Made me want to drag her back to the truck and see how long it would take to make her scream. She knew exactly what she was doing, running her finger down the crease between her lips before turning back to the grill.

That was that afternoon, that evening...

Barbra had just finished doing the dishes naked and turned to me beckoning me out of the booth and flipped the table down. I was going to step up and slide in her but Barbra dropped to her knees and swallowed me down, grabbing my ass and holding me deep for a bit.

And then the show began.

Barbra leaned over and pulled a toy from our bunk, coming out grinning with her triple bubble plug. Grinning at watching me watch her lube it up, stroking it like she was jacking my cock, leaning forward to take my cock between her lips as she stood and trapped the plug between the edge of the bench and her ass, humming and moaning as she sucked my cock and worked the plug against her ass.

Barbra squeaked and shuddered as she dropped onto the first bubble. Grabbing my hips and pulling and pushing me back and forth in and out of her throat as she ground her ass on that plug. Her eyes going wide when she pulled me a bit forcefully down her throat and dropped to the next bubble.

AND THEN SHE STOPPED! Barbra stopped with my cock between her lips and brought my hands to the side of her head before clasping hers behind her back, looking at me pleading and licking the tip of my cock between her lips, moving ever so slightly between my cock and the plug.

I smiled back down at her and slid down her delicious throat, feeling her groan as I bottomed out. On the third stroke she dropped onto the plug a bit as I bottomed out really groaning, she did it again and again on subsequent thrusts and I got the hint.

When I pushed into her throat next I kept pushing her down on the plug. Her eyes went wide and she tried to smile around my cock and her hands that were clasped behind her back came up to cup her tits.

I gave Barbra several more good strokes pushing her down on that plug as I bottomed out in her throat and then she looked up at me with that pleading look. I released one hand from her jaw and braced myself against the overhead cabinet and kept right on pushing when I bottomed out.

Barbra was spasming and trying so scream around my cock as I pushed her down completely onto the plug. After a few good spasms I pulled from her throat, partially to let her breath, and mostly to keep her from biting my cock off with her spasms. I barely cleared her lips when Barbra grabbed my hips and held me there licking the tip of my cock, giving me a few good licks before laying back and grabbed her knees to spread her legs high and wide.

I had to grin at the sight in front of me. Barbra laid back, tits rising and falling quickly, pussy spread and lips so dark they looked purple, her juices dribbling down past her ass and puddling between her cheeks. Looking back up her body to her smile, "Fuck my cunt."

I leaned over her and slid into her wet pussy, the plug in her ass making her as tight as I could remember. Barbra's hands going from holding her legs open to putting mine on her tits and giving herself a good squeeze before reaching to spread herself again.

Hands on huge tits and tight pussy begging to be fucked get to a man. I kicked my head back and roared as I got a grip on her and just plain FUCKED HER CUNT! Gripping and squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples and Barbra was cumming under me. Legs flailing and then around my waist pulling me in deep then holding herself high and wide.

I was pumping and pumping filling her pussy with everything built up from today, watching her running around in that little retro bikini, seeing her pull the top down enough to let the edge of her areola show until it settled back in place. Sliding her finger up her pussy giving her a momentary camel toe before she took a few steps. Collapsing on her lovely mounds as I pumped the last I had into her pussy...

___

It had been just under two weeks since they had signed the contract. I emailed Frank in the morning and they were having their usual status meeting that afternoon so I informed him I would call in to give them an update.

All those years of putting up with Charles was finally going to pay off.

Oh now this is the way to have a company meeting! Sitting on the dropped down table with my legs spread as Barbra lies with her head on my thigh enjoying herself with my cock between her lips.

I dialed Frank's office, "Hey Ken, we thought maybe you'd forgotten about us."

"Na, just getting a few things straightened out," as Barbra opened her mouth looking at me like she did last night and took my cock down her throat. I had to mute the phone a second to groan as she did.

"Glad to hear you're making progress."

Oh you have no idea. Barbra took a little more and licked the underside of my balls, she KNOWS what that does to me!

I sighed as she let me loose from her exquisite throat, "You okay there Ken?"

"I think I'll survive for a little while anyway," Barbra laid her head back on my thigh and licked the head of my cock like an ice cream cone.




Barbie Doll Ch. 04



"That's good to hear. So how is the project progressing?"

"Pretty well actually, I should have something for you within few days, maybe sooner." There was a light laughter in the back ground, one I recognized oh so well. "What's so funny Charles?"

"Did you really think you were going to make it in time for that bonus?"

Barbra stood up and then bent over putting her lubed ass in front of me, then looked over her shoulder and slipped that triple ripple butt plug in her ass, one agonizing ripple at a time.

"Why wouldn't I Charlie?"

Barbra was leaning over even more spreading her legs.

He HATED being called Charlie, "Because you have until midnight to submit it ass hole!"

Barbra was sliding a LONG dildo with a remote control in her pussy while pinching one of her nipples hanging between her knees.

I had to laugh to cover the groan as Barbra stood up with ass and pussy filled bringing her girdle up and getting it snug against that lump of dildo still sticking from her pussy. Making herself gasp when she gave it a little push to make sure it was all the way in.

"That would be true if you hadn't tried to pull a fast one Charlie."

"I'm afraid he's right Ken, you only had twelve business days for the bonus," Harry said.

Barbra was squirting some of her banana flavored lube in her cleavage and then bringing her tits together to get it well lubricated.

"And you got the letter with the first contract," Charlie said all nice and smug, "We know because you called back to get me to initial the two paragraphs."

Now it was my turn to genuinely laugh as Barbra was beckoning me to her chest while she held one tit up with the other hand.

"Twelve business days from when Charlie? Did you really read paragraph seventeen before you initialed it, or did you just sign the company into something without really reading it?"

I slid to the edge of the booth and nestled my aching cock between those beautiful monsters.

"From when you accepted the contract Ken, "Harry said solemnly.

I began sliding my cock up and down her cleavage, reaching down with my free hand to lightly stroke her hard nipple.

"Is that what he told you Harry," I gasped when Barbra tipped her head forward and took the head of my cock between her lips as I went deep between her tits. "Naughty naughty Charlie, lying to the other members of your team."

"Give me that contract!" Harry shouted.

I was working up a nice pace fucking Barbra's cleavage, "I'll save you the trouble Harry. It starts from when Charlie makes a company wide announcement of his screw up and having to bring me on. The letter to me doesn't mean a thing."

I was getting close to cumming all over Barbra's tits.

There was some shouting from Harry as Frank picked up the phone to take it off speaker. "I have to take care of something here Frank. And tell Charlie boy we'll be exercising part C of paragraph twenty three." I hung up quick.

"Oh yeah Ken!" Barbra shouted as I grabbed the outside of her tits getting a balls deep thrust up between them. "Frost these knockers and coat my throat!"

I gave her a few more good thrusts remembering fucking her pussy with that plug in her ass last night and then roared as she grinned at me. The first shot going right across her face. Barbra took my spasming cock in hand and put the next two shots on her tits before leaning forward and sucking the next several straight to her gut before pulling back off and putting the last dribbles in her cleavage using my cock to spread my cum around her chest.

Barbra was laying on the floor, only our breathing and the light hum of the dildo in her pussy could be heard. She was panting and pinching her nipples.

"Are you ready?"

Barbra bit her lip and nodded fast while she pulled hard on her nipples.

I slid to the floor and put the heel of my hand on the lump of dildo giving it a few hard nudges. Barbra squeaked on every push and pulled her legs high and wide like she was doing the splits, the big wet spot on her girdle really standing out.

On the fourth push I kept the pressure on and turned the dildo on full.

Barbra's eyes went wide and she arched up as the dildo slid past her cervix screaming in orgasm. Arching up and down, up and down as her girdle began to look like she had peed her pants.

I watched that spot grow feeling the warmth of her cum under my hand as she spasmed and then gasped when I shut the dildo off abruptly. There was a shudder and then Barbra collapsed, only her heaving sweat glistening chest giving any indication she was alive.

Now it was my turn. I rolled her girdle down releasing her delicious aroma, then spread her legs and grabbing the base of that dildo. There was another shudder as I pulled the long dildo from her and settled against her thigh, lazily licking her juices as they dribbled from her pussy. Lick after lick after lick until the flow slowed a bit. Barbra having regained some sense of control merely rolled up and sat on my face with her head on my thigh taking the tip of cock between her lips with a sigh. Letting the last of her cum flow into my mouth before we literally crawled into bed.

___

I woke to my beauty beside me and grinned at the lovely day, made even lovelier by the knowledge of what happened after I hung up yesterday. Even though I could technically drag out the delivery of the schematic and layout, I wasn't going to give them the chance to deny anything. So two very important things were happening while the shit was hitting the fan in that meeting.

First and foremost five copies of the documents were being delivered with signature required to five different departments, two of which were the legal department and Harry's secretary.

The second one, and purely spiteful but oh so enjoyable, was an email. Shortly before I retired I had forwarded one of the company blast emails to my laptop after a funny thing happened with a new girl. Seems there was a bug in the internal blast email server. If you hit Reply All to one of them it did just that, it sent a reply to each and every email on the blast list.

I merely deleted the text of the message and added the pdf file of the letter from Charlie to me about his screw up. Wouldn't that be a fun one for him to explain since I would bet my early completion bonus he was trying to pass my solution off as his own impending revelation.

Once everything was loaded and ready to go we did spend one last evening with Don and Sarah, as well as Rosy and Antonio as suspected. We had a lovely dinner sitting there with Rosy and Sarah naked with some nice jewelry hanging in their cleavage and a large silver ball hanging in front of their clits from their belly chains while Barbra was wearing a lovely and some what more conservative dress and lace stockings. That was until we went upstairs...

Barbra didn't even hesitate when we went to the booth, stripping even before she sat down. But unlike last time she wasn't naked, she was my slut. White lace choker, her large gold nipple rings replaced with gloss white ones. A short half cup corset pushing her tits up like she was trying to push them up under her chin. The little ring in her pussy now a short gloss white chain.

She kept her lace stockings on and added long fingerless gloves and handed me a chrome plug with a big blue jewel in the middle. Sarah gasped as Barbra turned her back to me, bent over, and spread her cheeks for me to put it in.

After I had inserted the plug and gave her pussy a light slap making her gasp and grin Barbra sat on the chair beside me, "If the floor wasn't so dirty I'd sit there and be at your knee."

Barbra danced for me several times that night, and did dance at the same time as Sarah and Rosy a few times, but for me not with them. Fantasia made another try about half way through the evening, and Barbra got her good. About halfway through the dance after letting Fantasia run her nipples across Barbra's she took something from her little purse, then held up a remote controlled egg in front of Fantasia.

About the time Fantasia was going to take it from Barbra, Barbra turned to me and put her foot up beside my leg, handed me the egg and spread her leg and pussy as wide as she could. I slipped it in, licked my fingers, then pulled her pussy to my face to make her cum to a big round of applause. Later that evening she took my hand and pushed the control to max as she was fucking her throat with my cock making me cum in her cleavage. She grinned as it dribbled down inside her corset.

Barbra was requested to dance both on stage and some table dances, but merely held up her red wrist band. Her only concession was to do the shower dance to rinse down and clean up before we left for the evening. Standing on the little platform beside the clear shower, grinding and stripping looking only at me. The gloves, the stockings and garter, and eventually the short corset making a production of finding some of my cum from earlier and licking it up off her finger.

Barbra got in the shower, wetted down, squirted a bit of body wash on her chest and pussy, and looked at me, patted her pussy, and then raised her hand with her finger pointing up. I raised the remote control and pushed it to full power.

"FUCK YESSSS!" she hollered out falling back against the wall. One hand went to her pussy and the other to her tit. Lifting her tit from just behind her nipple ring as the other was a blur on her clit. I shut it off making her eyes flash open then put it right back to full power.

The hand that was on her tit came down to her now spread pussy and dropped two fingers in herself fucking her pussy for all she was worth. Head turning this way and that in a perpetual shudder. I shut it off for a second again then right back to full.

Barbra screeched and then dropped to the shower floor in a fetal position squirting against the wall to a big round of applause. I kept her going a bit then slowly lowered the power, watching her melt onto the floor, no longer even caring her hair was getting wet.

Fantasia and another girl did try, they got her standing and were toweling her off trying to make advances on her but she wasn't responding to them. Once she could stand she simply gathered her things and sat down beside me tucking her feet under her butt.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed..."

Barbra giggled, "That's the nastiest, sluttiest, most lewd thing I have ever done, and all I want to do is do it again for you..."

I cupped her tit and rolled her nipple between my fingers, "Mmmm, and I think I would totally object to that, don't you think?"

Barbra ran her hand across my slacks circling the tip of my cock and the wet spot from leaking precum, "Oh yeah, it looks like you would really object to that."

She made a little over sixteen hundred dollars in tips that night, and walked across the street in just her jewelry and a big grin after handing me all her clothes since the truck didn't fit in the parking garage.

I on the other hand didn't get to shower right away, I was pushed to the floor with my pants only pushed down enough to free my aching cock and had a bucking bronco riding my hard cock. "I told you I was a cum slut cock whore, now filll meeeeee..." Barbra was cumming again and I was filling her remembering her orgasming in front of everybody in the shower. We crawled in postponing my shower until morning.

___

After that wild evening we headed north for DC. And unlike our previous time on the road, Barbra wasn't naked, she was bound up in one way or another most of the time. Sometimes it was just a heavy bra and full panties, sometimes it was a short girdle and one of her vest bras. Many a trucker was treated to the vision of Barbra in her long line bra and girdle looking like she was naked for as close as the color was to her skin tone.

The guided tour through the white house in an ankle to wrist to neck extra tight body briefer under her dress with a plug in her ass and the remote control egg in her pussy was one we will never forget.

Going through security and being wanded, the older gentleman blushing a bit when it went off near her pussy and nipples. Of course I turned the egg up momentarily as it passed them.

"It's my jewelry. Want to see?" and began unbuttoning her dress right there in front of everybody. I turned the egg up a notch making her skin flush.

"No Ma'am, that's quite all right."

I turned the egg up two more notches making Barbra sigh. "Well okay. I really don't mind showing them to you."

He was quick to get us moving.

Every so often I would turn the egg up or down a few notches, leaving it on at least a little through the whole tour.

As Barbra stepped back up into the truck I turned it on full and she collapsed on the floor with her ass I the air. I flicked the snaps in her crotch and drove into her pussy with the egg on full, fucking her hard and fast like I did her ass that first time.

I drove into her over and over until she was one big orgasm then pulled out, rolled her to her back and shot my load in her cleavage.

I sat back on the edge of the bench watching her slowly come out of it, then smile as she took a swipe at my cum on her tits and brought it to her lips.

"I am such a slut for you," she moaned just before she took my soft cock between her lips and slurped the last of our juices down. She grinned up from between my legs, "Can we do that again?"

The only one close was the tour of the empire state building in a similar outfit but with nipples and crotch cut out. I got several pictures of her flashing tits, pussy, and plug filled ass up there, and one of my cum dribbling from her pussy when we stayed behind between groups and fucked like rabbits. Barbra screamed to England and back when I flipped the egg on as she was cumming.

Barbra took to enjoying her 'slut suits' as she called them under her big dresses. Ankle to wrist to neck covered in an extra tight body briefer with the crotch cut way out. Nipples cut out of a few of the pointed bras enough to make quite a prominent bulge of them under her dresses as well as the little triangle under the cups cut out for some nice tight titty fucks. She really grins when I bring out her cincher to put around her waist after getting all that on. She enjoys the hypoxia when I get a good hold on it and fuck her until she almost passes out.

Of course she did do the micro bikini at the beach so it more than made up for it, and she rarely bothered to pull it back in place when the waves knocked the suit aside, too bad the bikini shop only had one a few sizes too big huh? Or was it that the strings just weren't tied right?

We exchanged emails with Don and Sarah off and on for the first part of the trip, but when we continued south instead of heading west back to Nashville I think they realized we probably weren't going to be back. Those four weeks with Barbra along the cost was a first, second, and third honeymoon all in one. Stopping when ever one of us saw something and usually winding up staying the day exploring.

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The anticlimactic part of the trip was the part I was dreading the most, visiting the kids. Curt and his fiancé were the first. His fiancée was wide eyed at my young girlfriend only a few years older than her, Curt just shook his head smiling before we settled down for a nice evening, the girls chatting away like a couple of coeds.

Gloria was the one that really surprised me, I half expected her to be mad at my finding some one besides her mother. Instead she was ecstatic that I found someone that didn't take any shit from me, and then it was another celebration when she announced she was pregnant, I WAS GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!

As we got south of Savannah after visiting the kids Barbra delighted in teasing me and calling me grandpa getting some looks from passers by when she did while cuddling against my arm. As well as taking what ever opportunity she could to get body painted. Sometimes topless, sometimes nude with a micro g-string afterward, and when ever she could get away with it stripping well before they got started on her and not putting the g-string on until she had to, or was reminded to. grinning at me watching her turn and twist as she was painted. Thrusting her shaved pussy toward me when ever she could.

She also delighted in getting in on any contests she could that would allow her to flash and tease, loving flashing me from up on the stage while the audience egged her on and often being reminded to cover back up. Personally I think she just enjoyed making me hard enough to ACHE!

I did surprise her in Miami, there was some wild fetish celebration going on, mostly topless and some naked women. Some on display voluntarily and others bound up and put on display by their masters and Barbra grinning at them walking around with tits trussed up or out on display. We were walking past a little body jewelry booth with a naked woman working it with just about everything possible pierced and or studded.

The lady greeted us with a smile and shoulders pulled back, tits pushed out for us to admire the stands behind her nipple rings. "What can I help you with?"

"I want something nice and sparkly for her clit."

"She's pierced already?"

"Of course."

"How?"

I turned to Barbra with a wink, "Well strip it off woman."

Barbra's eyes flashed and her grin practically went to her ears. The dress went up and off and before it could hit the ground she was at the hooks on the front of her vest. It was tossed at me as she almost ripped her girdle getting it down before cocking her hips and thrusting her pussy forward kicking one knee out.

I turned the egg in her pussy on low making her groan.

The lady running the booth was kneeling down looking her over, "Oh isn't she lovely!" she stood and walked behind Barbra. "Oh and plugged too, aren't you a naughty slut!" one more notch and the accompanying groan from Barbra.

I turned the remote up another notch and left it there while we held various rings in front of her shaved pussy letting Barbra have a few little orgasms She showed us several nice clit rings, and I picked out a large one with a decent crystal on it, not expensive but very noticeable, and held it in front of her as I turned the egg off. "If I put this in, you're mine."

Barbra hopped up on a stool and lifted and spread her legs enough to let her plugged ass show before reaching down and spreading her inflamed lips wide.

I took her ring from under her clit and turned the egg back on a notch. As I slipped the new ring in I turned it up another notch, when I closed the fastener I turned the egg to high and took her clit between my lips and grabbed her ass.

Barbra was screaming and cumming with a death grip on the stool. I had a nice snack and shut the egg off. I had barely stood up and she wrapped her arms around me and tried to kiss me into submission with her juices still all over my face.

When she came up for air she grabbed her clothes tossing them across her arm and was going to walk arm in arm with me out the door, but the lady stopped her. "You can't go naked without signing up," pointing to the little numbered band on her arm.

"Shit!" Barbra said softly.

The lady grinned, "Slip your dress on, the sign up table is four doors up."

Barbra grinned and drug me up there, ripping her dress off as soon as she set the pen down to the cheers of a crowd of college guys. She stayed that way all day only adding a little mask to hide her identity to strangers. Turning and posing for anyone that wanted to take her picture, especially if they wanted a picture of the ring in her pussy. I had purposely picked out one just large enough to force it to stick out past her lips a little, nudging her clit with every step.

___

The trip down through Florida was quite an eye opener for me and a discovery trip for Barbra. We had the misfortune, or fortune if you look at it that way, of getting blocked in by a fantasy fest parade. Now there was quite a variety, but Barbra was drooling when several lades came by herded along by their 'Master' bound up and tits trussed up and out. Seeing some tits almost as big as Barbra's wrapped around the base and nipples tied off had her wanting me to fuck her ass on the spot. We ducked back into the truck and I bent her over the table as we watched the parade from the side window. When one girl was herded by with a light chain from her pierced nipples up and over her shoulders like reins on a horse she cam screaming and flailing. I thnk a few people standing outside even heard her.