8 comments/ 6177 views/ 14 favorites Leaving Cowtown By: Storytrek My name is Dan Wyatt. This story covers a few decades, so grab some popcorn and get comfortable. There are a lot of side stories that I'll leave out for the sake of brevity, and I'll try to keep the story line as linear as possible, so it's easier to follow. I guess the best place to start this story would be the on the best, happiest and most important day of my life. I'd have to look at an old calendar to give you the exact date, but I can tell you it was in August. I'm fifty one years old now so it must have been a little over thirty years ago. It was Friday evening, and I had just graduated from the Ft. Worth Fire Department Fire Academy. As a brand new rookie, I was proud to be following in my father's footsteps, and wished he could have been there to see it. A fellow grad and I were celebrating at one of the local young urban cowboy watering holes. We had no plans for a big blow out, but we did want to down a couple and say goodbye to the last few trying months in fire school, in anticipation of the future. I had only gone through one beer when I saw a group of young ladies at the back of the place, and decided to go see if I could generate some action. They were standing by the entrance to the restrooms, so I used that as my pretense for approaching them. As luck would have it, there was a bit of a traffic jam, and I had to stop right in the middle of their group. As I sized up the crowd for a friendly face, I heard a voice behind me say, "Hey, here's a cute one." Now I'm not ugly, and I have been hit on a time or two, but I'm not so handsome that I'm jaded. I still perk up when someone hits on me. I turned to see who had made the comment, and was instantly transfixed by the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. It was as if everyone and everything in the room had gone out of focus, except for her face. I'd never thought one way or the other about love at first sight, but I know that that's what happened. I could almost see an aura or halo around her face. Sounds hokey, but that's exactly what happened. And I could immediately tell that it wasn't one-sided. She took my hand and said, "I've got mine girls, you're on your own!" This beauty grabbed my hand, and we started across the dance floor. We were immediately swallowed up in the Cotton-Eyed Joe crowd, so we just started dancing. After the Joe, and about five minutes of Texas Four Corners, we got off of the dance floor and found a table in a back corner. Her name was Dana Vargas and she was from Dallas. For those of you who don't know, Dallas is about thirty miles away, on the East side of the Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex. Dana and I talked for hours. She was a freshman at TCU and was on a full ride golf scholarship. School was starting on Monday, and this was her group's first weekend away from home, and the last weekend before the "college grind". I told her that I was a brand new probationary firefighter, and regaled her with a few fire stories. I told her about my parents; mom died from breast cancer when I was eight and my dad died when I was fifteen, about six months after being injured in a fire. My Uncle and Aunt took me in and raised me after that. They were really good people and made sure I had everything I needed, but they had three kids already, and I always felt like I was a visiting relative. I was a good kid who got decent grades and never got into trouble, so it wasn't too bad on anyone. I guess for losing both parents by my teens, I was fairly well adjusted. Dana came from a family with big Dallas money. Her grandfather's was a true rags-to-riches oil field story. He started with a few coins in his pocket and one change of worn clothing, but ended up being a millionaire many times over. The Vargas family story makes me think of the TV show Dallas, except there were no assholes. Old man Vargas had two sons. Dana's uncle took over the oil business, and Dana's dad got into commercial real estate. He still had some holdings in petroleum, but all of his efforts went into the many office buildings and commercial properties he owned. Dana's older brother, David, still lived at home and went to SMU. He worked for his Dad, and apparently was as good at making money as the old man. Like I mentioned, Dana was on a full athletic scholarship, so her tuition and books were paid for. Usually, she would have been required to live in a dorm, but another perk of being rich is that her dad pulled some strings so she could live in a duplex that he bought for her as a high school graduation present. She would live in one side and the rent from the other side would be her income. She was majoring in business, and she would join David in managing the Vargas Empire when she graduated. This stint at being a landlady would be sort of an internship. Dana and I talked like we were trying to bring each other up to speed on our past lives so we could continue on with our future together. After about three hours, we realized we had lost our friends. My buddy was gone and so was Dana's girlfriend and roommate Brooke. Brooke had driven them to the club. Dana told me that during one of my bathroom trips, she had told Brooke to leave whenever, because I would bring her home. And I did. I drove her home, walked her to the door, kissed her goodnight, and after we exchanged numbers, I promised I would call. I didn't want to screw this up by trying to jump her bones. The strange thing is, I didn't want to. Well, I did, but I didn't treat this like a conquest. This was something special. Bright and early the next day, I called Dana and by noon I had picked her up and we were headed for Los Colinas Country Club to play golf. Dana's family were members, and she played there quite often. I had only driven by the place a couple of times, and certainly had never been inside. Hell, I couldn't even see over the fence. When I went by to pick Dana up, she took one look at my set of mismatched golf clubs and said, "We've got to make a quick stop at school." She ran into one of the athletic dorms and came out with a very nice set of Taylor Made clubs. She told me to try them on for size. They were a spare set that someone had donated to the school and they weren't a real "pro quality" set, but for a hacker, they were perfect. When we got to the course, almost everyone said hi to Dana. Being a Vargas and TCU golfer, she was a minor celebrity. I won't go into how I did, but I shot a very respectable score...for an entire basketball team. After our round of golf, we went back to Dana's place and made love for the first time. It was so natural and soft and...right. She told me to jump in the shower and throw my sweaty clothes out so she could put them in the washer. I heard the washer start and then I heard the bathroom door again. The shower door opened and Dana was standing in front of me...naked. She asked if there was room for her. She stepped into the shower and into my arms. I can't explain the feeling. I had never felt like that with a woman before. She was part of me, though we had met less than twenty-four hours ago; it seemed we had been lovers for a lifetime. She felt comfortable in my arms. Her ample breasts pressed against me. She didn't have to look up to me because I was only an inch taller than her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. This was only our third kiss. The first one was last night, then when I picked her up this morning, and now, naked in her shower. Our hands began to explore each other. We reached around and put our hands on each other's ass and pulled ourselves tightly to each other. There was a gentle passion. Sometimes, passion is hard, like you're afraid your partner will try to get away. We knew this thing wasn't going to end. We knew, after just a few hours, that we belonged together. Dana and I washed each other, we touched, kissed, and explored each other entirely. I kissed around her neck, and down between her breasts. She pulled my face tight against her. I eased over and kissed, then licked around a nipple. She again pulled me against her. I took her nipple into my mouth and rolled it between my lips. She made a small gasp, and I felt her shudder. Her nipple grew harder, and I sucked it gently, flicking my tongue across the tip. By now, my cock was hard and throbbing. As I stood up from Dana's breasts, my cock came up between her legs and pressed against her pussy. She immediately squeezed her thighs together trapping my cock. She began a slow rocking motion rubbing me into her wet slit. I knew that in a matter of seconds I would be over the top. Dana must have been close too. She raised one foot up onto the shower seat and guided my rock-hard cock into her. She was so wet from our passion that I immediately slid my entire length into her. I had to stop moving because I was so close to losing my load. Dana began to quiver, and I felt her vagina begin to spasm. She softly whimpered and leaned back against the shower wall which brought my thrusts hard against her clit. Her orgasm became so strong that had she not been impaled on my cock she would have fallen. I could no longer control myself and I felt my eruption start. I looked at Dana, and she stared right into my eyes as she felt every ounce of my cum flood into her. I watched her face and I knew we were sealed together forever. It's hard to describe the feeling to someone who has never experienced it. It was a mutual total surrender. No need for words, you just know. As we regained our composure we held each other closely. It was like we were waiting for our souls to completely bond and become one. We slowly began to finish our shower, gently washing each other, as though we were closely inspecting a newly acquired possession. Then we heard Brooke. "Dana, where are you?" Dana giggled and said, "Party's over." "I hope not," was my reply. She smiled and said, "Sweetie, we are just getting started." We got out of the shower, dried off. Dana had to give me one of her bathrobes because my clothes weren't dry yet. When we came into the living room from Dana's bedroom, Brooke gave us an evil eye then smiled and said, "Well, it looks like you two have hit it off." Dana and I just smiled. The next few months were just a blur. I had a new job that I absolutely loved, and a new girlfriend that I absolutely loved. I was the happiest man alive. Lucky for us, Dana and I were in much better than average physical condition, because our schedules were maddening. I was working twenty-four-hour shifts in the Fire Department. Dana was carrying a pretty good load in school, playing tournament golf, and every minute that we could be we were together. We went out to eat a lot, we worked out at the gym, and we fucked like a pair of rabbits. After about four months, Brooke hooked up with a new flame and decided to move in with him. I guess that was around Christmas. I was at Dana's watching TV one evening, and she began telling me about her newest project. The street that Dana's house was on was lined with nice duplexes, mostly for college students. Dana had an opportunity to buy the two duplexes to the east of hers. She started giving me a rundown of the financials and how the deal would go down. Both properties were in need of some cosmetic repairs, nothing major, just some drywall patching, paint, and TLC. The owner was getting up in age and just wanted to let them go. Now here's something about firefighters. We all have sidelines of one thing or another. Dana knew that I had access to, painters, plumbers, electricians, roofers and about anything else you could need. She decided to have me put the remodel work together. And she would handle the finance and occupancy. I asked Dana if she was going to borrow the money from her Dad to put this thing together. "I don't need my Dad to do this. This duplex he gave me is all the seed money I need. I've already been to the bank and they are ready to do whatever I want — another perk of coming from big money. I think my Dad will be pretty pleased when he sees what I've done." Then she looked me in the eye and added, "If we are going to be partners in this thing, maybe you had better move in with me." You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had dreamed of us living together, but neither of us had ever even mentioned the possibility before. Let me digress here. First, I had spent the night with Dana numerous times, so that wasn't the deal. Did I mention that Dana was an athlete? Did I tell you about her toned and incredible body from walking all those many miles on a golf course? Did I explain that Dana was about the most beautiful, sexiest women on the planet? She stands about five-ten, weighs about one thirty. Has a bigger rack than I thought you could have and still play golf. She always smells like flowers, not overpowering, you just want to breathe deep when you are around her. And having sex with her is a spiritual experience. And Dana loved sex. She was the most adventuresome sex partner I ever had. She was willing to try anything that I could think of, and she thought of more ways to have sex than I did. Not all of them were great. Some didn't work at all, and a few I thought might land us in the hospital, or jail. One thing that used to worry me was that Dana loved sucking my cock. It wasn't that she loved giving me blow jobs, I was all over that, it was that she loved doing it when there was a chance of us getting caught - in the car, at the beach, in our backyard, Department store dressing rooms...anywhere. And of the probably hundred of times we did it, we only got caught once. We flew out of Love Field at about ten o'clock one night for a weekender in Las Vegas. Lights in the plane cabin were down low and we had a blanket on our lap. As usual when we flew, we would tease and masturbate each other. On this occasion we decided to join the mile high club. We slipped back to the lav. No flight attendants were around, so we both went in and locked the door. She couldn't get my cock out fast enough. She had me in her mouth and was working like a vacuum. I got my hands inside her loose sweatshirt and was rolling her nipples between my fingers. It didn't take me thirty seconds and I was ready to pop. About the time that my first shot of cum hit the back of Dana's throat the door came open. A flight attendant was standing there. She got a quick little smile and closed the door. Dana didn't miss a stroke or spill a drop. When we had finished she looked up with a big smile and said "Oops, I hope they don't throw us off the plane." We fixed our clothes and we exited the lav, the flight attendant was sitting on the seat in the galley. She smiled and said, "I hope you are enjoying your flight." Dana and I got married after about ten months together, and we lived in that duplex until she graduated with her bachelor's degree. Her Dad wanted her to get her masters, but when he realized how much money we had made in four years buying and selling real estate, he decided she was a chip off of the old block and didn't need any more schooling. Dana's parents marveled at what we accomplished in a short few years. After Dana was out of school for a couple of years, we had parlayed the duplex into a seventy five hundred square foot modest mansion. As with all of our property, this one had been ridden hard. Some over the top rich oil guys had it for a rendezvous place for their trysts. After the oil bust, they couldn't keep the maintenance or the mortgage up so we got it from the bank for thirty cents on the dollar. It took some work and money, but when it was all said and done we had about five hundred thousand dollars in a two million dollar house. And it was paid for. But Dana and I never put on airs. We never got a big head or flaunted what we had. Oh, there were Fire Department guys who talked crap about me...the millionaire firefighter. None of the guys that ever worked with me did. I was one of them. My wife drove a Volvo and I drove a pickup. I almost bought a Miata one time but I didn't. Dana was always rich; her family never wanted for anything but I never knew any of them to put it in anyone's face or use their influence against anyone. Dana and I stayed busy. I had my career in the fire department and the two of us had our business. We never planned a family and one never happened. Dana's parents told us several time that they were looking forward to grandkids but they never got any from us. Kind of selfish I guess, but we were happy with our lives. David and his wife Jen ended up with three kids, so the parents were satisfied. We had been married fifteen years when Dana's parents were killed in a private plane crash. They had gone with some friends to a Dallas Mavericks away basketball game and they didn't make it back. We were crushed. They were very good people and the family members truly loved one another. David assumed control of the family business, and Dana and I just sat back and drew nice dividends. Our venture was still going so good we couldn't complain about anything. I started eyeing retirement from the fire department. I had worked my way up to Captain and that made the job just pretty sweet. But Dana and I had started talking about traveling. We figured when I got my twenty years in, we'd buy an RV with a tag-a-long little car and tour the country for about a year. We got the maps and planned routes and everything then after about a year of planning we decided we don't need no stinkin maps. We'd just go where the urge strikes us, find a nice place and stay there until we got an itch to see something new. We'd start off spending about six months West of the Mississippi and then explore the East for six months. We talked about the kind of RV we wanted, what features we had to have and how much room we would need for all of our stuff. One minor point of contention was what kind of little tag along vehicle we would buy. I wanted a Mini Cooper. Dana's brother David had recently purchased a shiny yellow Corvette. Dana loved that car and that's what she wanted to tow behind the RV. I tried to explain that I didn't think it would tow very well. It was like talking to a wall, so I let that subject alone for a while. It's fun planning things like this when money is really not an object. Between being half owners of Vargas Properties, oil and gas properties and investments and our business, we were millionaires many, many times over. I put my retirement papers in a little less than a year before I could retire. I was anxious. Then the hammer fell. I had been working one day and Dana called me from her Doctor's office. Could I come down and talk to her Doctor with her? I didn't like the sound of that, so I hurried over as fast as I could. They had found a lump in one of Dana's breasts. An oncologist was there with Dana's Doc and they explained the situation. The cancer was a fairly aggressive type and they wanted us to go to Houston to a major cancer clinic. We spent the next eleven months trying to find a way through our situation. But all the prayers and all the money made no difference. The cancer surprised even the Doctors at how fast and aggressive it was. I lost my Dana on a Saturday morning. The sun was bright, it was about seventy degree, the flowers were in bloom. A perfect day. I thought my life was over. I had retired a couple of months before Dana died. For the last six months I had spent my days taking care of her and nothing else. I had known for quite some time that we were fighting a losing battle and it was just a matter of time before I would be alone. The thought of that was almost more that I could bear, but watching her pain and not being able to help was sheer agony. We had a small staff that was managing the day to day operation of our real estate business, so we had that covered. Dana's brother David was also a big help. He was just like Dana in that they both could make things happen with very little effort. Just like when she envisioned our duplex endeavor at the very start, there was no hesitation, no what ifs. She knew what was going to happen and it happened. David had no trouble keeping our stuff in line. Leaving Cowtown The day of the funeral I was much better than I thought I would be. Knowing for several months what the inevitable outcome would be made it easier to accept. I hardly shed a tear. I had cried for the last year and there was hardly a tear left. Only emptiness. There was an enormous turnout. Dana was loved by everyone that knew her. Firefighters, college friends, tradesmen, bankers,...so many people loved her. As I was walking back to the family car I heard my name. I turned and it was Brooke, Dana's old friend and roommate. I hadn't seen Brooke in probably eight or ten years. She had gotten married and moved to San Francisco. We greeted with a warm hug. She had just gotten back into town and had tried to get hold of us but things were just too hectic. Some friends told her about what we had been going through. She offered her condolences with tears in her eyes. She said she knew I had to leave, but asked if she could call me. I said, "Certainly." Another hug and a kiss on the cheek and I left. It was difficult to accomplish anything. Without Dana I felt ungrounded. I was always on edge like there was something I was supposed to do but couldn't remember what it was. Luckily all of our businesses were going well. We had done well in bringing hard-working and honest people on board. I visited once in a while with David and his family, but we always seemed to make each other sadder. David was a rock, but I could tell that inside he was missing her almost as much as I did. About two weeks after the funeral, I got a call from Brooke. She asked how I was holding up. I told her it was a day at a time but I would be OK. She asked if we could meet for lunch sometime and catch up on old gossip. I said it sounded fine and we made a date for the next day. Brooke hadn't changed much...a few new wrinkles, a few extra pounds but still Brooke. She said she had recently gotten a divorce and had decided to come back home. She didn't care much for California. She was afraid of earthquakes in San Francisco and her husband had screwed her pretty badly in the divorce settlement so she couldn't afford to live out there in the manner to which she had become accustomed. But in Ft. Worth she would be quite comfortable. We didn't talk much about Dana's illness, or of recent history. Mostly, we just about the good old days. Before you knew it, our lunch date had stretched to two hours. We both had things to do but said we would get together again soon. It wasn't too soon. In fact, it was six months before I heard from Brooke again. We both apologized for not keeping in touch. I was just trying to stay busy and she had tried to rekindle an old flame but it finally just went out. For the first time, I tried to decide if I should actually have a date or any connection with another woman. I talked to David one afternoon and asked him what he thought. He said, "You and Dana were as faithful as you could possibly be to one another. I don't think anyone would think badly of you for going on a date six months after losing your wife. You need to keep yourself upbeat." Then he said something that cracked me up. "And if you are thinking of going out with Brooke, be prepared for a wild ride." He said he had dated her for a very short time. Between her craziness and her nymphomania, about six weeks was all he could do. I just laughed and told him I would keep that in mind. To say that I hadn't thought about sex would be a lie. My problem was focus and desire. I desired the relief of a good orgasm, but I didn't have the desire to do the things necessary to be with a woman. Courtship, romancing, that sort of thing was out of my world right now. I absolutely couldn't buy a hooker. That was not my thing. Masturbation was my only release. It was okay, there when I really needed it, but I missed the feeling of a woman next to me. I missed the contentment of a caress. I decided I would call Brooke, set something up, and see where it went. I felt that she was pretty interested just by our conversation. Brooke wasn't bad looking by any stretch. She dressed well, and was in pretty good shape. I think she may have had a nip and tuck here and there but it's all good. I think I mentioned earlier that she may have put on a pound or two in the last decade. Not much, mind you, and it may just be she had her tits jacked up. They seem to have held their shape real well in fact they may have gotten better. You could tell that she had always been in the money. I called Brooke and asked her if she would like to go to dinner. She said she would really enjoy that, so we set a date and I asked if there was anything in particular she would like to do. She said no, she would just like to visit. She said she had enjoyed our lunch and she would love to sit with a couple of glasses of wine and talk about all the things we'd done. That sounded very good to me. I knew of a steak place where each booth was like its own little cubbyhole. The noise was at a minimum and not a lot of traffic. I told her I would pick her up at seven pm. Brooke and I had a great dinner. I had a rib eye and some scallops, Brooke went with salmon with crab stuffing. After dinner, we went to a sitting area by a fireplace and had some wine and great, though somewhat unusual conversation. Brooke told me about her marriage and divorce. Her husband was and oil guy from Houston whom had she had met, had a pretty wild fling with, and married in a matter of a couple of months. He made a good amount of money when the oil bust happened (yeah, some people did), and they moved to San Francisco. I guess the guy liked the, shall we say, unfettered lifestyle out there. They did their fair share of designer drugs. They attended the occasional unconventional sex party, and just kind of ran amok. The parties consisted of swapping, swinging, watching or whatever else floated your boat. She said it was fun and exciting but the new wore off pretty quickly. Brooke explained that she thought it was just something they would sample and then move on. Her husband was a bit more into that stuff than she was and he started attending with some stand in wives that he was paying. When she found out about his dalliances she filed for divorce. She found out that he had their money scattered all over. She got a nice little sum, but not near what she thought she had coming. As Brooke was describing her California adventure I was having problems keeping my mind in a proper place. I kept remembering how long it had been since I had any pussy. Over eighteen months. That's a long time. When Brooke started filling me in on how long it had been for her, the wine and looking at her tits finally took control. I just came out and asked her if she would like to go back to my place for a good fuck. I don't think those were the exact words I used, but she was all over the idea. We got into my car and started kissing. Before I knew it I had one of those California store bought titties in my mouth. Brooke had hold of my cock through my pants and she was shaking it for all she was worth. I finally broke loose, got the car started and away we went. She got my cock out of my pants and had a grip on me. Luckily I didn't live far. When I pulled into the garage she buried her face in my lap and started sucking my cock deep into her mouth. Her deep throating skills were amazing. And it felt good. But I didn't want to cum like this...not fully clothed in my car in the garage. With much effort, I got her off of my cock and out of the car. We went through my house, shucking clothes right and left. We hit my bedroom as the last of our attire was discarded. We literally fell onto my bed and Brooke again inhaled my dick. There was nothing pretty about what was going on. If someone had seen us from a distance they would swear that we were two people bent on killing each other. I somehow ended up on my back and Brooke crawled up me like a bear goes up a tree. When she was in position, I watched her reach down and spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was so wet, I saw a drop of pussy juice drip onto my stomach. She sat upright and while still holding her lips open she grabbed my rock hard cock with her other hand.. Then she raised her eyes to mine. With a half smile on her face, she lowered herself onto me. She didn't slam herself down, but she didn't waste much time. I felt her cervix come down against my cockhead. She sat with me buried deep in her cunt for a few seconds then she began milking me. It was like her pussy was trying to pull me in deeper. It felt incredible but it got better. She began rocking, slowly at first. Not raising up, not pulling off of me. She was grinding her clit into my pelvis. I knew if she didn't cum pretty quickly I was going to shoot her across the room like a champagne cork. I was mesmerized by her boobs. For a woman over 40 years old, they were phenomenal and perfect. Big, round, firm, upright and her nipples looked like brown pencil erasers. She brought them together until they were touching. I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to squeeze. She closed her eyes and said "more." I squeezed harder...louder she said "More." I squeezed harder and she started moaning. She started to cum. She bucked back and forth. She brought me over the top with her. I don't know much about vaginal exercises, but Brooke must do them. Her pussy had such a grip on me that it seemed hard to cum. But cum I did...what felt like quarts. We both finally started to catch our breath and Brooke fell forward on my chest. She said, "Oh, My God! Now I can say I've really been fucked." I laughed, still panting. I had needed that. I felt like I had been in a bar-room brawl. I've never really been in one, but I imagine that's how one would feel. My dick was a little sore, my pubic area was raw from all of the scrubbing, my back and stomach muscles hurt from pounding up into Brooke. But it felt great. I knew Brooke had to be sore. She probably had blisters on her labia and my fingerprints may never come out of her tits. She had her knees bent for quite a while, she may not be able to walk. That seemed odd, because she certainly looked content. Brooke rolled off of me onto the bed. "That was incredible. I think I need a steady diet of that for a while." She reached her hand over and laid it on my now flaccid penis. She massaged it gently. I hope she isn't expecting any kind of response. Not for thirty minutes to an hour anyway. "If I had a steady diet of that I would need to hire a personal trainer," I said. We lay like that for fifteen to twenty minutes and Brooke got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back in the bedroom she began finding her clothes and putting them on. She seemed a bit distant after what we had just been through together. But I didn't dissuade her from getting dressed. I felt satisfied and didn't feel the desire for any more sex at that moment. She said she really needed to get some rest. She said she wasn't used to that much exercise and had a busy day planned tomorrow. I got dressed and drove her home. We had a good long kiss at her door, and as I turned to leave she said, "Thank you." I replied, "And thank you." On my drive home I realized how glad I was that Brooke didn't spend the night. I was grateful for the time we had spent together. I was grateful for the orgasm. It was much better than one I could achieve on my own. But once all that was done, I saw no reason to continue for that night. I didn't feel anything for Brooke. By the time I got back to my house I had hatched a little plan. I decided I was going to hit the road like Dana and I had planned. I'll buy a small RV, maybe get me a small motorcycle or scooter and take off to parts unknown. By the time I had reached my house I was beside myself with excitement. The next day I beat it for Dallas to talk to David and Jen. They had become my sounding board after I lost Dana. I trusted them completely and they always gave me good advice. I really had to get their permission, because I needed David to look after the business and properties. Like I said earlier, he was such a proficient manager I think he could be president without a cabinet. Jen had more questions than David. I think she wanted to get hold of something she could manage. I didn't have a problem with that because all major decisions would come to me, and David would be there help guide Jen. I made her COO of my company, kissed them both and went home. On the way I got a call from Brooke. She called to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night. I thought to myself, I was going to call you and thank you for leaving so abruptly. She said she felt self-conscious about our wild animal rutting all over the bedroom with so many pictures and mementos of Dana scattered around the room. I told her I understood and asked her what she was doing this evening. She said, "Come and get me." I said "I'm on my way." I wanted to tell her about my plan. I picked Brooke up and we went to a sports bar that I frequented. It was a neat place, great bar food, very cold beer, and not terribly loud. We went in, found a booth, and had no sooner sat down than Bob Boatright, the guy who had replaced me as station Captain at my old station, hollered from the bar. He and his wife came over and joined us. I introduced all around and he caught me up on all of the department gossip I had missed out on over the last few months. After that was out of the way, I started into the details of the excursion I had planned. Bob was really excited for me. He was privy to the plans that Dana and I had kicked around. He started telling me all of the places I needed to have on my "do not miss" list. I soon noticed that Brooke was unusually quiet. She made a few comments about west coast sites I should see but that was about it. We had a nice visit for a couple of hours, but around nine o'clock Bob said they had to run. They had kids at the grandparents' home and he and the missus both had to work tomorrow. After they left Brooke asked if I could take her home. She had to work the next day, too. So away we went. On the way, Brooke sat over closer to me and told me how much she enjoyed the night before. I told her I did too. She asked if I would like to come in for a more civilized evening. She said she had a couple of cold Coronas in the fridge. The beer was very cold. Brooke and I talked about nothing in particular and it was a pleasant visit. After a while she asked if I'd like to go in and get a nice back rub. I was relaxed and I was afraid if I relaxed much more I wouldn't go home. Sure enough, the back rub quickly turned into a front rub with a lot of tongues and kissing and licking most all body parts. I have to give Brooke credit, aside from her grade A tits, she had one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen. Now I know you can have those worked on just like everything else, but hers not only looked adorable, it tasted adorable also, and I don't think surgery works on that. Tonight's love making was the exact opposite of last night. Instead of feeling like a rugby match, this was gentle and tender and slow. As soon as we entered Brooke's bedroom she began to undress me. She took each piece of clothing and laid it on a chair. Then she sat me down on the side of her bed and did an exquisite strip tease. She put on some soft music and slowly removed her clothes. There were no bumps and grinds, no humping a pole, just seductively removing her clothes. And I was seduced. When she was through, my cock was standing straight up and felt as big as my arm. Brooke came over to me, straddled my legs and eased me back onto the bed. She slipped down onto her knees in front of me and began blowing cool breezes on my balls and cock. She moved slowly closer until her lips were against my crimson head. Then she leaned forward and began taking me into her mouth. Raising her head, then lowering it further. Soon she was deep-throating me. Her eyes were fixed on mine like she was in a trance. After what seemed like an hour, but I'm sure was less than five minutes, I pulled her up onto the bed. I lay on my back and turned her so she could again devour my cock but I pull her beautiful pussy down to my lips. I was in heaven. Her clit button was protruding from between her lips and I began to lick and suck. Every third or fourth stroke on my cock Brooke would have to remove me and make a deep moan. She tasted like a fruit, like mango or something sweet and exotic. It wasn't long before she could tell that I was reaching the end of my tolerance. I was in the place where it feels so good you want it to go on forever and at the same time you would give everything you own to come. And Brooke was close. Her pussy was so wet I could feel her wetness running down my cheeks. Brooke released my cock and turned around and lowered herself onto my rigid dick. She began to massage, grip and milk me in ways I didn't know was possible. But it was slow and gentle. Then I heard her say, "What are you going to do out on the road with no one to take care of you like this?" I said, "Maybe I'll have to pass through here every so often to recharge my batteries." She said "I would be more than happy to come along and take care of you, be your fuck toy. Wouldn't that be easier?" "Certainly would!" I could feel the cum boiling up inside of me at exactly that moment, and wasn't minding the conversation. Brooke said, "I want it, Let me feel it." And I did. We had another earth-shattering simultaneous orgasm. Brooke fell forward onto my chest. The next thing I remember was Brooke kissing me on the cheek and saying she was going to be late for work and that she would call. I looked at the clock on the night stand and it was after eight the next morning. Christ, I thought, am I that out of shape that one good fuck knocks me out like that? I found my clothes and got dressed, hopped into my truck and headed home. For sleeping that soundly, I was certainly bright-eyed and keen this morning. Of course, I had exciting plans. I was going RV shopping. I didn't want to jump off and buy the first thing I saw, so I had a lot of work to do. If I was going to live in this thing for a year or more, I wanted it to be something I really liked. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I was going to look at everything to determine what features I wanted, then see what best fit my list. I might have to make a run to Houston if I couldn't find what I want in DFW. Just as I was pulling into my first RV dealership I got a call from Brooke. She was wanting to know when I had planned on us starting our trip. She said she had some affairs she needed to straighten out, she needed to start working on a wardrobe. She had been renting a condo since coming back from California and she would need to give notice, and of course she would have to give notice at her work. In my mind, I said "What the fuck?" Aloud, I said, "Wait. I'm at the RV dealership and a salesman is heading my way. I'll call you soon." I sat there in shock. What the hell did I say that made her think she was coming with me? Coming...then I remembered. Fuck, she can't hold me to that. I'm going to carry on just like I was. I'll make this work somehow. I looked at several RV's at several RV stores. The one thing that kept going through my mind was that, to buy an RV that would suit me was about a fourth the cost of one that suits Brooke. As I headed home I got a text message from Brooke, a long text message. "You know Dan, I was talking to a couple of my girlfriends about our trip. Are you really set on an RV? You, could buy a very plush SUV for a fraction of the cost of an RV and we could travel from stop to stop in comfort and stay in hotels. Gas expenses would be much less and we wouldn't have to pay to park." Leaving Cowtown My mind was racing. How was I going to get out of this? I'm not the kind of guy that goes back on his word. I'm also not one who hurts people's feelings. I had to decide if I really did invite her and if I did, could I live with the consequences? First things first. I decided I was not buying a half-a-million-dollar RV. Okay, I thought, I would meet her that night, get a feel for where we were then tell her it would take me a month or two to get my company good and stable, and take care of some important paper work. That would at least buy me time to figure a way out, or settle my mind into the predicament I was in. Then the thought crossed my mind... Think of that pussy. Okay, I enjoy sex as much as the next guy, maybe a little more, but it doesn't control my life. Then I thought of Dana. "Honey, if you're watching, I'm sorry. I wish you could tell me how to get out of this". I knew she could figure an out in under a minute. Maybe David? No, I'd be too embarrassed Brooke and I met at the sports bar. I saw her turn into the parking lot right ahead of me. As I got out of my truck she was right there and gave me a big bear hug. Damn it, she's pushing those incredible tits into my chest. It was going to be a real test of my constitution to see me through this. "Oh Dan, wait till you see what I brought." As we entered, I looked around and I happily saw the place was almost empty. Brooke and I went to a booth and slid in. "What did you bring?" I asked her. "You know the text I sent you about buying an SUV? Well I picked up a couple of brochures for you to look at. My boss just bought a new RV and I know he paid $400,000 for it. You could buy a luxury SUV, and pay for the rest of the trip for half that amount." "I don't know Brooke, you know this trip has been in the plans for years now and I would hate to..." Brooke interrupted. "I know Dan, and I know that you and Dana really had your hearts set on an RV, but I was just trying to save you some money".' "Okay, let me think it over. Let's look at your brochures." Brooke eagerly handed me the brochures and said, "Dan, I knew you would want luxury, so I got Mercedes, Porsche, Lexus, Infinity and Cadillac. I like Beamers, but they don't make one big enough. I kind of like the Benz, how about you?" I said, "Just for size, I think I like the Infinity." " Yeah, that one is nice, too" "Tell you what, Dan, why don't you just pick one and surprise me. Now would you like to go back to my place for a beer and some hot tub?" "Well Brooke, that's an offer that is hard to turn down, but I do have some business I need to take care of." "This evening, then? If you knew how wet and steamy I got just thinking about us on this adventure. Us making love in the mountains, on the beach." "I'm sorry Brooke, but I have to make sure we have plenty of money for our adventure." Brooke smiled.. "Ooh, then by all means, go get us some money. And if you're not too late, come by for a midnight snack." "Sounds so tempting, but don't wait up." I had to make a hasty exit. I saw my opportunity and I planned to pounce. The dealerships were open for another two hours. Before I was out of the parking lot, I had David on the phone. I confessed my predicament and begged for advice. The next day, Brooke called a couple of times, but I let it go to voicemail. She left a message for me to call. I told her I would see her in her office parking lot after work, and asked her to wait for me. I waited until fifteen or twenty minutes after work, so the parking lot would be less full. I pulled in beside Brooke's car. She got out and just stood there with her mouth open. "What is that?" "It's the chariot for our adventure." I smiled "I thought we decided on an SUV." She scowled "I thought you said to surprise you." "Well, I certainly am surprised! What are we going to do with our clothes? A Corvette won't even hold my overnight bag!" "Oh, you'll be surprised by the luggage space." "Oh, bullshit Dan! Surely you're not going to make me ride around the whole country for a year in that?" "Brooke, I'm not making you do anything." "Listen Dan, when you invited on your trip, I..." By that point I was getting pissed.. "That's right Brooke, my trip. A trip that I've been planning for years. A trip that you manipulated yourself into, and then tried to make it your trip." Brooke turned her back on me and stared at her car. I got into the brand new shiny yellow Corvette and pulled away. I hadn't gone three blocks and my phone rang. It was David. "Can you talk?" "David, sweet bro of mine. It went flawlessly. How did you figure the scenario so perfectly?" "It's in the genes my good man. Inherited the art of negotiation and manipulation from a master." "So David, is everything in order? Did we take care of everything today?" "Yep Dan, anything else we need to do we can do by phone and fax. You have fun, brother! Take care, be safe, and check in regularly." He paused, then added, "How is Brooke?" "Oh, I'm sure her head is spinning. The fireworks will start when she realizes that I'm gone." So far, it had been a grueling day. I had picked up the new Corvette that I bought the night before, and got my company management moved over to David and Jen. My guys were going to go close up my house. I set it up with my bank so that I could do any kind of money transfers I might need. I got a week's worth of clothes packed and I was looking at Ft. Worth through my rearview mirror. "Dana baby, I hope you enjoy our trip," I said. About that time my phone rang; it was Brooke. I let it go to voicemail. I waited and then listened. "Dan, I don't want it to be like this. Please call me." About fifteen minutes later, my phone rang again. Voicemail. "Dan I want to talk. If you're at home I'm coming over." Thirty minutes later, another voicemail . "What's going on? Your house is all closed up. Dan I remember now, when you were talking to Bob Boatright at the sports bar. He asked about the yellow Corvette that you and Dana, were going to buy. I'm so sorry Dan, I think I understand now, please call...we can work this out." Thirty minutes later, another voicemail. "FUCK YOU DAN, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU! I hope you and your dead wife have a wonderful vacation! FUCK YOU!" That was the last time I heard from Brooke. What a shame! Perfect tits and perfect pussy. I crossed the Red River into Oklahoma and headed up I-35. I figured I would spend the night in Oklahoma City, then the next day, I would jump on I-40 and head West. I know this seems like the long way to go West from Ft. Worth, but when you don't know your destination, the route is kind of moot. The first thing that crossed my mind was, I've only seen the Grand Canyon from the air. I'd like to see it up close. Wonder what kind of stuff there is to do between here and there? It was near midnight when I got to OKC and my butt was dragging. I couldn't believe how my life had changed in forty-eight hours. Finally going to David and Jen and explaining my predicament had been easier than I thought. In fact, David got quite a laugh out of it. He said, "I warned you about Brooke. I told you to be extra careful." "Yeah, you told me to be careful, but you never told me about how great she was in bed." "Damn Dan, she must have honed those skills in California, because when I dated her in high school, it was like fucking a professional wrestler." Jen didn't hear that part. As usual, David had mulled over the problem for about thirty seconds then said, "OK, here's what you do". He spit the plan out and it worked exactly like he had predicted. Even down to the dialog between Brooke and me. I knew I would miss having his expert counsel close at hand. It was a bright new morning in Oklahoma. I felt more alive that morning than I had in almost two years. The day I learned of Dana's illness a dark cloud had enveloped me. I'd had a pile of bricks on my chest for so long, and I finally felt like I could breathe again. Since Dana's passing, every time I saw her in my mind, I saw her as she was being ravaged by cancer. That morning, when I awoke, my mind saw her as the strong fun, sexy woman I had married. I was happy again. When I walked out and the valet brought up my car, it was like I saw it for the first time. "Wow! A beautiful yellow Corvette. Good call sweetheart!" I don't even think I had listened to the radio yet. With all of the pain, sorrow and Brooke of the recent past shoved into a back corner of my consciousness, I was ready for an adventure. I headed out of OKC with the sun at my back, and who knew how many miles ahead of me. What to do today? I had friends in Albuquerque that I hadn't seen in ten or twelve years. I thought I'd look them up for a short visit. It's only a seven or eight hour drive to Albuquerque. Sandy had been on the golf team with Dana and we ran around together for several years before she and her husband Dick moved back to New Mexico where they were from. Dick sometimes had a bit of a drinking problem and could be a real dick if he was in a bad mood. More than once it had taken some real some work to keep his mouth from getting his ass kicked. I stopped for a pee break at a rest stop about a hundred miles down the road...too much coffee. I googled white pages and gave Sandy and Dick a call. Sandy answered and didn't recognize my voice. When she realized who it was she squealed so loudly she nearly broke my eardrum. She said she and Dick had talked about us just a few days before and they wondered how we were doing. It hit me that they didn't know about Dana. I told her as calmly as I could, and she began to sob. "Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry! We haven't been in touch with any of the old crowd in years." I said, "Well, you're in touch with one of them now. Let me take you guys out to dinner tonight. I'm on a bit of a road trip to nowhere in particular, and I'll be in Albuquerque late this afternoon." Sandy said, "Okay, but call later to make sure. Dick worked late last night and is still asleep". As I headed back out on the road, I remembered one time when the girls were out of town for a golf tournament, and Dick and I had had a boy's night out. Dick had the name of a new nudie bar he wanted to check out. Now I'd been to a few places like this before; I had even took Dana to one once. But this place was unlike any nudie bar I had ever seen. It was like a road house outside of town and out of the jurisdiction of the local police. It was the most over the top, garish place I had ever seen. Colors, decorations, and furnishings so wild that you felt like you were stoned when you walked in. Besides the decorations, the first thing I noticed was that it was crowded. The next thing was that all of the women were beautiful. Usually, in these places, there are a few attractive and more than a few unattractive women, but I didn't see a dog in the place. And there seemed to be more than a few female patrons. Some girls were with guys and some with girls. The girls without guys were a lot more attentive to the dancers. There were three or four stages, each with a different theme. The first one was psychedelic. It had black lights and lots of florescent posters and painting. The dancers wore glow makeup and something that seemed transparent but glowed none the less. It was strange seeing these super hot dancers with glowing nipples, lips, and pussies. They had writing all over them that were usually invitations to "fuck me, "lick me", or "enter here". We moved to the second room and it was more sedate. Instead of dancing to sixties music, this one was more geared towards ballads and love songs. It was quieter and I saw a table that was empty, so Dick and I sat down. A girl came over almost immediately and took our order. She asked if we wanted any company, or if we saw anyone that we would like to have join us. I said no, and Dick added "maybe later." After a few songs, Dick wanted us to explore the rest of the place. I looked around and realized if we lost our table, we would probably be standing for the rest of the night. I told him to go ahead and I'd keep our spot. I sat back, got comfortable and enjoyed the show. It was almost as entertaining to watch the old bald headed row, the guys sitting at the edge of the stage. They were forking over dollar bills left and right. Keep in mind this was back when almost everyone in Ft. Worth had money. After about fifteen minutes, two women came by and asked if they could sit down. They couldn't find a table anywhere. I said sure, and explained that my friend was out wandering around. Once they sat down they paid me little attention. They were more into each other and the show on the stage. A little later, I saw Dick with a woman on his arm walking into an area at the back of the room. It wasn't really closed off, but it had a heavy curtain that obscured your view. I pretty much knew what went on behind the curtain. After a few minutes had passed, a three-hundred-pound gorilla of a man brought Dick back to our table. The gorilla said, "This asshole is leaving. You can stay or you can leave with him." I saw that Dick had a little mouse coming up under his eye, I said, "Thanks, but I'll leave too." Dick didn't want to talk about what happened except when he mumbled something like "I shoulda just kicked that gorilla's ass." I was excited about seeing Sandy and Dick again. I drove on through the Texas panhandle and into New Mexico. The scenery was pretty barren and I thought to myself, This is such barren country but it has such beauty. Dana and I had traveled some, but we never drove, we always flew. When I was younger, about the only place we ever went was the Gulf Coast. It was just a nice drive down to Galveston, or on down to Corpus Christi. After Dana and I got together, we worked and didn't take vacations at first. Then, when we were more affluent, we flew everywhere. I was making incredible time. The Corvette cruised at eighty-five, like floating on a cloud. I was going to make Albuquerque way earlier than expected. Around three in the afternoon, I was about thirty miles from Albuquerque when I saw a car on the side of the road. A young girl was standing beside her car and waving a hanky or Kleenex. Damn. Well, I've got time, I thought and pulled up behind her car and got out. I could tell she had been crying. "Are you okay?" She gave me a weak smile and said, "Yeah, I'm oaky, but this piece of crap car stopped and it won't start." I could smell a burned engine. That scorched oil smell is hard to miss. I laid my hand on the hood and it was barely warm. "How long have you been here?" I asked her. That's when the tears started. "I don't know, three or four hours." I got down to look under the car and I saw that it had dumped an entire crankcase full of oil on the ground. "When it stopped, did it just stop?" "Yeah, it made a loud bang, then stopped." Now she was lightly sobbing. "I waited in my car for a Highway Patrol to come by but none did. I didn't know who to call so I just waited. I guess I messed with my phone too long and I ran the battery down, and then it wouldn't charge and I was getting scared." I said, "I'm going into Albuquerque, and I can give you a lift. Is that where you were headed?" She said "No, I was going to LA." "Well, I'm afraid you aren't going to LA in that car. I'm no mechanic, but I'm sure that engine is toast. Oh, I'm Dan by the way. And don't worry, I'll make sure you get to Albuquerque safely," I said. "Thank you, Dan, Nice to meet you, I'm Bo. And fuck that car! That's a sweet one you're driving." "Thanks. I need to look, but I may be due for a new one. This one should have almost a thousand miles on it by now." Bo grinned. "Damn, do you think it's safe to drive?" "We'll just have to take a chance," I quipped. "Hope you don't have too much stuff." "No, just one little suitcase." Bo frowned. "What about this piece of junk? Can we just leave it here?" "Well, we can't drive it, but we'll figure it out." We got Bo's suitcase and still had plenty of room. I was traveling pretty light myself. We had gonr just a couple of miles when Bo said, "I guess I'd better call my Mom and let her know what's going on. She'll be worried. Crap! I left my charger in my car. Do you have one?" "Yeah, for an iPhone. Is that what yours is? "No, mine's a Samsung. Crap, crap, crap!" "That's okay. Here use my phone." She said, "I'm not sure I remember the number. I usually just hit 'Mom'." I laughed. "Do your best." Bo finally got through to her mother on about the 5th try. "Mom? Mom? It's s Bo, Yeah it's someone else's phone. Listen, I just didn't want you to worry. The car broke down on the highway. Yeah, a guy picked me up. We're almost to Albuquerque. No, Nn, I don't think he's a rapist. He seems like a nice guy, at least he picked me up. No, it was Jerry's car. Yeah, well fuck Jerry! I know you told me mom. Let's talk about that later. I'll call after we get to Albuquerque. And Mom, I may need you to send me some money. I don't know how this will all pan out. Yes, Mom, here he is." She handed the phone to me. "My mom wants to talk to you." I said, "Hello?" I heard, "Yes, hello, this is Bonnie's mom." "First, thank you for helping her. And if you don't mind, just to ease my mind, what is your name?" "Hi Bonnie's Mom." Bo made a gag face. "My name is Dan Wyatt, and I'm from Ft. Worth. I'm a retired Captain in The Ft. Worth Fire Department. I'll give Bo, er, Bonnie my driver's license so she can substantiate what I've said." I got out my billfold and showed Bo my driver license. "Yes, Mom. He also has a Fire Department ID. Okay, here he is again." "Hi Bonnie's Mom, " I said again. "Hi Mr. Wyatt. Again, thank you for helping. And if you should be out any expenses, I'll reimburse you. Oh, and my name is Autumn Summers. Tell Bonnie to call as soon as she can." I hung up and had to laugh about the faces Bo made. "So, Bonnie, what do think you want to do?" "Please Dan, it's Bo." "Okay, seriously, Bo, what do you want to do?" When she hesitated, I said, "First, let me tell you what I've got going so you can decide. I'm on a vacation to nowhere. I'm just seeing the country. I have friends in Albuquerque that I am going to have dinner with this evening, then I'm heading out in the morning." Bo got tears in her eyes again. "I'm sorry Dan, I've got myself into a little pickle. I'll tell you an abbreviated edition. I was going to school at University of Arkansas in Fayetteville. I moved in with my boyfriend, Jerry. Everyone told me he was a worthless shit but I didn't listen. Anyway, he wrecked my car. All I had on it was liability so I was out a car. I had bought Jerry that clunker back there, so it was all we had to drive. I knew Jerry was screwing around on me like crazy. I got a call yesterday...no, the day before yesterday from an ex-friend of mine and she tells me that she has been fucking him for the last several months. They had a big fight and he took off from her place in her car. He knows she is going to call me so he disappeared. So, I packed up enough clothes to get me by for a while, I called my Mom and told her what happened,and I headed for LA. The first place I stopped for gas, I realized that the asshole had taken my credit card. I called the card company and he hadn't used it yet so I cancelled it. I had a hundred and thirty five dollars in cash, no credit card and no checks. I hoped that would get me home, although I didn't figure it would. And you know the rest." I put my thinking cap on. What kind of plan would Dana or David come up with here?