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The Road Home

By: Morgana3245



It was a long haul to get to his lady's place.. over twenty eight hours in total. Sarah was worth it though; every fiber of his body knew that was so. His excitement increased as he traveled through each state, his old Chevy half ton eating up the miles. 

As he drove his mind drifted off to thoughts of his sweet lady. It had been almost a year since the first time they talked. He shook his head as he recalled how an innocent chat online could change his entire life.

They both just happened to be in the same chat room that day. He had been there a few times before, met a couple nice people, so thought he would come back to see who was around. Then Sarah came in the room. He recalled how they just started talking. First in the chat room, then after a while it was private messages. It seemed to just snow ball from there.

In the months that passed since their first meeting they spent countless hours talking. Online only at first.. then later on by telephone. They talked about life in general and about themselves. 

Sometimes their conversations were sexual. They got hot, amazingly hot. He still couldn't believe how hard she could make him with just a few words on a damn screen. All she had to do was write a sentence or two and his imagination started to soar. Sarah was good alright - he could hardly wait to see how good, face to face. He got horny just thinking about it.

Many times online she told him how wet she was, how her body was on fire just wanting to be with him. It was difficult for Mark to believe sometimes that she really just wanted him. He felt his own growing impatience, was glad she felt the same way.

He was curious to find out how sweet her pussy would taste on his tongue. Anxious to watch her squirm as he flicked her clit and licked her sweet ass. He wanted to put his finger up that ass, lick her clit and feel her muscles contract around his finger as she came. He wanted to make love to her like she never experienced before. She meant everything to him, she was his future.

As his mind returned to the present Mark looked around him, surprised at how low in the sky the sun had gotten already. He had been daydreaming for quite some time. Sarah did that to him, always did. He shouldn't even be surprised by it anymore.

He caught a sign advertising a gas station 3 miles ahead. He glanced down at his gauge and figured might as well stop there as anywhere else. He wouldn't stop for long though. Fuel for the truck, fuel for his body, a quick leak and back on the road. He had a late start this morning and needed to make up some time.

It was because of Irene he had left late; her whining had really pissed him off. Thinking about being free of that bitch gave him a sense of satisfaction. The first sense of freedom he'd had in nine long years. He hadn't known it at the time, but their marriage was only one of convenience, Irene's convenience. Once that ring was on her finger she had no need to pretend she cared anymore, and didn't even bother to hide her true feelings.

He was her meal ticket, plain and simple. Irene's sunny personality and sweet disposition turned into ice shortly after the wedding. The warm lover disappeared only to be replaced with a cold fish lying under him, until he just didn't bother trying anymore. His confusion was immense at the beginning, he was hurt beyond words. For a long time the disillusionment changed who he was... until he met his online love Sarah.

His thoughts were interrupted as he pulled his truck next to the fuel pump at the filling station. He jumped out of the truck glad to stretch his cramped legs.

After telling the attendant to fill it up he walked into the building. There was a restaurant inside and he was glad he would be able to have a hot meal and not just junk food. The restaurant was an added bonus.

He saw the signs pointing to the men's room and headed there first. Once he used the facility, washed his hands and face, he felt a little closer to human again.

He re-entered the main restaurant area and sat at a booth next to a window. He liked watching the light fading from the sky. The crimson sunset turning the clouds a million shades of red, pink, grey, and white.

The waitress came up and he ordered his meal right away. Mark would enjoy a hot meal, but was also impatient to get back onto the road. He knew he would drive all night.

His thoughts returned to Sarah, and how she tore down those walls he had built up during his nightmare marriage. Sarah made him want again, made him believe again. The thought of her caused a stirring in his groin, he wondered if his response to her would be as intense as he imagined, or if it was all only just a dream.

Over the phone one time she told him how she wanted to take his rock hard penis into her mouth, how she would wrap her fingers tightly at the base of his cock with one hand, stroke him with her other, while teasing its head with her hot wet mouth. He could hardly wait, his body's swift reaction evidence to the fact.

He let out a groan as he imagined the sensation of Sarah's mouth on him. It had been so long now since he had been with a woman he wondered if he could restrain himself, or if he would be embarrassed by losing it like a schoolboy. He hoped it would be the former.

The waitress arrived with his hot beef sandwich. It looked good, smelled good. He hadn't realized how hungry he was.

He ate his meal quickly and drank his coffee down. He wanted to call Sarah to tell her where he was at on the road before he continued on.

As he dialed her number at the payphone the thought occurred to him that in less than 24 hours he would touch her, hold her. The thought made his hand shake. He wasn't sure if it was fear of the unknown or some other thing that made it happen.

Sarah answered the phone on the second ring. When she heard his voice the excitement she could barely contain was evident immediately. He told her where he was, that it would take at least another 18 hours to make it to her.

She was nervous that he would be driving that long without sleep, and told him that she hoped he would pull off into a rest stop for a few hours during the night. She would rather have him there safe than hear that something horrid happened along the roadside.

It felt odd to Mark that someone cared that much about him. He had never experienced anything like that before. It was a wonderful feeling, something he knew he would love to get used to. With words of love they hung up the phone.

After paying for the food and the fuel he dashed outside and into his truck. He was feeling good, ready for the next leg of his journey.

CHAPTER 2

Sarah looked dazed as she hung up the phone. Mark would be there in about 18 hours. Her Mark. In the flesh. The idea made her skin tingle from head to toe.

It still shocked her to have fallen in love. After her divorce three years ago she didn't think it would ever happen to her. It wasn't that her marriage had been all that bad really, it just never really was.

She knew they had married for all the wrong reasons. They were young, and it was a way to get out of their parents homes. Both of them had led miserable family lives while growing up, this was their out.

They had stayed married way longer than they should have, she knew that. They raised their children and existed day to day. They didn't live, just existed. Sarah thought of him as a friend now, had felt that way most of their married lives as well. After the children were grown and out of the house they decided to just go their separate ways.

Her mind flashed back to Mark. She didn't know what to do first she was so excited. God her house needed cleaning up. What would he think?

She pulled the vacuum out of the closet and started vacuuming the already tidy floor. The hum of the vacuum somehow calmed her frayed nerves and her thoughts began to drift into what tomorrow may bring.

Sarah had only seen a few grainy pictures of Mark, but she knew that it simply didn't matter what he might look like. She loved him already, nothing could change that. She only hoped that he wasn't disappointed when he saw her. She knew she wasn't an ugly woman, but when she looked in the mirror she saw a very ordinary woman. Dark hair, dark brown eyes, average build. Just a regular woman.

When he called and told her that he was leaving the next day, coming to be with her, Sarah was shocked to the core. It was hard to believe that was only yesterday. Mark was leaving everything behind to come to see her. She didn't think she would ever have been that brave, was glad that he was.

They had agreed right there on the phone.. no strings. He would come to her home; they would meet, and simply take it from there. If for some reason the attraction they felt wasn't there once they were face to face, so be it, they would still have met a wonderful friend.

She knew that feeling no attraction to Mark was as likely as an Eskimo never seeing snow. There was just no way she would feel anything but love for him. All Sarah had to do was think about his voice and her butterflies would begin deep inside her belly.

Sarah loved how he made her feel. She loved how her body craved his touch. So many long nights she would touch her hot wet pussy and dream of his hand touching her. Sarah would close her eyes and imagine his fingers entering her pussy, feeling his palm stroking her clit alive. She would touch her breasts and dream of his mouth on her nipples, his tongue teasing her.

At Mark's urging she had bought herself a dildo. She was so embarrassed when she went to buy it, but was very glad she had. Mark wanted her to be able to imagine him inside her as they made love over the telephone. With his deep sexy voice on the telephone telling her what he wanted her to do with the dildo.. '..put it like this sweetheart.. like I would if I were there for you..' she had countless wild orgasms, her voice as she peaked music to his ears.

She had vacuumed all that was needed and then some. Sarah put it back into the storage closet and looked around her home. It was small, but she was proud at all she had done with it.

When Sarah purchased it a year and a half ago it was structurally sound, but sorely neglected in the basics. She had painted it completely inside and out, had decorated its small rooms so that they were not only beautiful, but made everyone feel comfortable, feel like they were at home. She hoped that Mark would like it as much as she did.

Sarah went into the bedroom and straightened out her already smooth comforter on her bed. She thought of her and Mark in that bed. Her cheeks glowed as she dreamt of him making love to her. Of Mark being on top of her, slowly entering her body. How finally they would become one. She knew that it wasn't a marriage certificate that made two become one, it was a love shared, it was spirits entwined together that made it so.

Sarah looked forward to showing Mark how much she adored him. She wanted to take in the scent of his body, the taste of his skin. She yearned to please him in every way imaginable. She longed to look up at his face while she held him in her mouth, to make him cry out with delight as her tongue teased him. She loved him, and hoped that she could somehow communicate how she felt, to make him believe it was real.

She knew about his marriage, they had talked about it in length. She also knew that it had changed him from the man he was. When they first began talking he hadn't believed in love, in the months since he learned to trust her, she was honored that he gave her that trust and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it.

Sarah looked at the bedside clock and realized the time had slipped away. She was glad it had, it meant Mark would be getting a little closer, each minute drawing him more quickly into her arms.

Sarah went to the door and checked the lock, then went from room to room turning off the lights. She returned to her bedroom, undressed, walked naked to the ensuite shower and turned its handle. When the water reached the right temperature she stepped in allowing its hot spray to cover her body.

She tilted her head back to allow the water to flow down her long dark hair, continue down past her ass to her long lean legs until finally it reached the floor and vanished into the drain. Sarah then grabbed the bottle of shampoo, poured a small amount into her hand and lathered up her hair. After rinsing, using the conditioner, then rinsing again, she continued on to her body.

Sarah took hold of the natural sponge she used for washing and added a liberal amount of soap. She lathered both of her arms, then her breasts, down her belly to her womanhood. She followed the sponge with her other hand, rubbing the soap against her warm skin. Sarah touched her nipples as she closed her eyes and imagined it was Mark touching them. Her hand then slowly followed her soapy body down her stomach, then lower still.

Sarah put the sponge on the shelf of the shower and continued to explore her body now with both hands. As she rubbed her soapy breasts with one hand the other returned down to her pussy. The slippery feel of the soap against the lips of her pussy felt so good. She thought about Mark, about his tongue finding its way across the lips of her pussy to finally reach her clit. Her fingers began moving round and round over her clit, her eyes closed, her imagination taking over as her body began to react. Her hips began to move of their own accord as her she gave into the sensations.

Sarah opened her eyes, reached over and took the hand held shower off of its holder. She allowed a small smile as she set its dial to gentle massage. Sarah lifted one leg and rested her foot on the ledge next to the sponge. With her slightly swollen pussy now available she allowed the spray of the showerhead to beat against her clit.

She closed her eyes again, imagining Mark's tongue dancing over her body. The feeling intensified as her imagination took off. The excitement building, ever increasing, until finally the crushing climax gave her the relief she craved.

Sarah returned the showerhead to its rightful place then completed washing the rest of her body. She exited the shower, wrapped herself in towels and continued into her bedroom.

Sarah then dried her hair, put on her night clothes and got under her comforter. She doubted sleep would come easy, she was just too excited about seeing Mark the next day, but she knew she had to try.

Sarah lay in bed for a long time, not quite awake, not yet asleep, thinking about the tomorrows and what they might bring. Finally in the early hours of the morning sleep claimed her tired body.

CHAPTER 3

Mark looked at the dashboard clock – 2:00 A.M. only five and a half hours since he had stopped for food and called Sarah. He guessed that at this time she would be sound asleep. He would love to wake up each morning and secretly watch her as she slept. Thought about just how he would like to wake her too.

Mark had fuelled up again a little while ago, since he wasn't sure where the next open station might be he thought it the safest bet. As he cranked up the music in his old truck he rearranged his tall frame to get comfortable once again.

His thoughts returned to earlier that day, well technically the previous day, to when Irene realized that he was actually leaving. He had never seen her so angry. It was just too bad that's all it was, anger. She didn't give a crap about him, she was pissed off that he had quit his job to go.

He was glad for one thing though, she finally admitted it. While screaming at him saying what a bastard he was she finally told him the truth, that he was simply a way to keep food in her belly. The fact that she had tricked him into marriage didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. The fact that he had stayed with her all those years didn't seem to matter either.

Irene had cost him much in those years, both financially and emotionally. He would take it no more. He wouldn't be anyone's fool again, it was that simple. Mark took very little with him when he left. He took his Chevy truck, his computer, clothing, and a few pictures of his family. The rest she could have, he couldn't care less.

Going on 3:00 A.M. - with each mile that passed it struck him a little harder at what he was doing. He had left everything he knew behind. He had no idea if he would like Arizona or not, he hadn't even visited there. What the hell would he do for work? He had his four week's vacation pay and a credit card. He would have to find work fairly quickly once he got there.

What about Sarah? What if she hated him? Sure she says she loves him, but what if? So many unanswered questions were floating in his mind. Mark was never a coward, but was he really this crazy? Mark shook his head as if to straighten his mind. This was right, he just knew it.

The drive was getting to him, each mile looking much as the last. He couldn't remember how many times he had to change radio stations because the signal grew too faint.

Mark had always been close to his mother, he thought now about her, and his father. When he had told her that he was leaving, and skimmed over the why, she had shocked him with her words.

"Mark my son, life is to be lived, so live it." She said. "I've watched you exist for so long now, I grew worried that I would never see the light in your eyes again. I thought Irene had taken everything from you. Your father and I will miss you, but our hearts will be content knowing our son is happy again."

Thinking again of her words brought tears to his tired eyes. He was glad they were behind him, very glad. He hoped his brother and his family would understand too.

He spotted a rest stop a few hours further along the highway and decided to pull in for a few minutes. He drove into the basically deserted area, shut off his truck, and headed to the washroom. Inside he used the urinal, washed his face and hands then went back outside.

Mark lit a smoke while leaning up against his truck. The night was mild, and it was very peaceful out there. He looked up and could see the stars shining in the night sky. He hoped that his wishes would finally be coming true. He loved Sarah so deeply that it frightened him sometimes just how much. 

Mark shook his head at his thoughts. Since when had he turned into such a wimp? Since Sarah he guessed, since he found out how one person could become everything. He threw his cigarette but onto the pavement and stomped it out. Enough foolish thoughts, he had to continue on.

Mark drove on for hours on the quiet highway. Not many people chose to drive through the night, let alone midweek. That was to his advantage, the miles slipped by rapidly. It was now 10:00 A.M., only another five hours and he should be pulling up to Sarah's house. 

He was filled with apprehension at the thought of the first few moments of their meeting. He knew Sarah was beautiful. Amazingly beautiful. Even the grainy pictures she had emailed him couldn't hide her beautiful eyes and long dark hair. There was no question in his mind, he loved her, and could honestly say he loved her before he met her.

Would she be shy at first? Probably. Would he be? Definitely – no question about it. They would just have to get over it, and if that meant he had to break the ice, so be it. He couldn't imagine there being 'ice' between them though, things were just way too hot.

CHAPTER 4

Sarah opened her eyes and jumped out of bed when she saw the bedside clock. It was already 10:00 A.M. she only had five hours before Mark would be there. She had overslept by at least three hours. She would have to hurry now to be ready.

Sarah quickly threw on some clothes and headed to the kitchen. She made a pot of coffee then went to the bathroom where she washed and brushed her teeth, and brushed her long hair.


The Road Home



Finishing a job late on a Friday afternoon is not good, especially during the summer. The roads are crowded with people getting an early start to their weekend plans. Most of them are in a big hurry and not in a good frame of mind. I particularly hate it when I'm over three hundred miles from home, as the case today. 

I do have several options as to routes. One is a four-lane highway to the east straight through the middle of Houston at rush hour. I don't think so. The other is a twisting route over numerous, small, narrow two lane back roads, somewhat better, maybe. 

I headed north on a main highway, while mentally going over the highway choices in my head. Here in southeast central gulf coastal Texas there aren't too many choices that add up to a straight line to the northeast without making a lot of road changes. Although this highway would take me almost halfway home and then I would need to work myself back to the east. 

I figured I'd worry about that later as I set a steady pace of the speed limit plus five. This is fast enough not to be run over by the weekend maniacs but slow enough not to draw the eyes of the local or state laws that will be out in force after the weekend warriors. 

Things started off fairly well. Some tie-ups in one of the smaller towns and a speeding SUV loaded to the gills tried to run me off the road while he was passing on a curve, just the normal stuff. Right about dark things turned to shit. I topped a hill and had to hit my brakes hard, traffic was stopped and backed up for as far as I could see. 

Mentally I'm searching for a way around this mess without doubling back to far. I even went so far as to pull the map out of the console to check it. As far as I can tell its forty miles back to the nearest main road that would be of any help and that's not much help as it goes way around to the west. 

As far as where the small, dirt, county roads go, it's anyone's guess. I remembered seeing two of them just a few miles back so I decide to turn around and check them out. Before I can, I see a pair of headlights coming toward me so I wait for them to pass. It's a small white four-wheel drive SUV. You know the type; the kind that looks like it was designed by Tonka on a motorcycle scale. 

I waited a couple of minutes to see if there were more but it was the only one so I guess the road was still blocked. Probably someone like me that didn't like to sit and wait or it might be a local that knew a way around this mess. Turning around I headed back south over the hill. Traffic was now backed up past the top of the hill. 

I had figured on following the white truck if it turned off but when I cleared the hill, it was gone. It must have turned off, but where was the question. I passed a county road to the left then two more on the right before I came to a short bridge. 

Turning around again I went back to the second one to the right and turned. Stopping a short ways down the road, I got out of the truck and checked the sandy dirt road surface for signs of fresh tire tracks. There were none that I could see by the truck lights.

Back in the truck, I backed out into the main highway, went north to the road to the left, and turned into it. When I checked the road surface, there were several sets of tire tracks. One set was narrow like what would have been made by the little SUV. What the heck, all I could do was get lost or end up back where I was. The road was dirt and narrow but it was fairly smooth and dry.

After a few miles, the road had made one long sweeping curve to the north then several gentle bends as it crossed two creek bottoms. I was making fairly good time but to where I didn't know. I hadn't passed any houses or side roads so I drove on through the thickly wooded countryside. 

Topping a rise I slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel to the left, sliding to a stop crossways in the road. There was a ninety-degree turn ahead and the little SUV was sitting at an odd angle with its rear sticking out in the road. 

A woman and a girl were standing in the middle of the road. I had missed them by only inches as they scrambled out of the road. Exiting the truck I saw the girl standing on the side of the road but the woman was nowhere to be seen. 

"Where is your Mom?" I yelled at the girl. She stared at me and pointed to the ditch.

As I ran toward her, I asked loudly, "Is she hurt?"

The girl just shook her head and grinned. "I don't think so. Just all wet and highly pissed."

I slid to a stop and looked at the girl sharply, then walked over to the ditch, and looked down into the dark. The ditch was far deeper than it looked and three quarters full of water. The woman was standing with the water up to her breasts and cussing softly to herself. The top of the ditch was over her head and slippery with mud. 

"Are you all right?" I asked moving closer to the edge and squatting down. 

Looking up she replied, "Physically I'm fine, other than being cold and wet. Mentally that's a whole other story, which I will discuss at length when I get out of here."

The ditch was narrow and steep, almost straight up and down. I walked up, and then down the roadside to see if there was a flatter place to exit, there wasn't. What did they dig ditches with around here, a backhoe or a trenching machine. Sitting down above the woman I dug my boot heels in as solidly as I could and leaned forward extending my hands toward her. 

"Grab my hands and I'll try to pull you out. Use your feet against the bank if you can get a grip."

She looked at me for a long moment, then reached up and grabbed my wrists as I grabbed hers. I could feel her trying to get a toehold on the clay bank as I tried to lift her. She finally got a hold and started up as I used my legs to stand up and my back to lift. Her toehold gave way and she fell heavily. 

Her upper half was on the top but the rest hung down the bank. She released my wrists and started to slide back into the ditch. I reached over, grabbed a hand full of material at the top of her cut off jeans, and pulled. Grabbing my leg, then my belt she wiggled forward almost on top of me. 

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." I said.

"Speak for yourself; I've got the wedgie from hell." She replied as she rolled over and tugged at the frayed bottoms of her cutoffs. "Not to mention cold, wet, and now muddy."

I stood up and backed away, not knowing what to expect from this woman. The girl was right, she wasn't hurt, but she was most definitely pissed. I was getting out of the line of fire, so I walked over to my truck, and got it straightened out in the road with the lights on their truck.

When I got back out, the girl said, "I told you he wasn't leaving. Although from your attitude he probably should."

"Watch your mouth young lady; I'm still your mother." Turning to me the woman continued, "You'll have to excuse her; she's in the authority testing stage and sometimes has a mouth on her."

"Must run in the family," I muttered. 

The girl laughed and the woman looked at me sharply but held her tongue. "Okay." I said, "Let's see what can be done about your truck."

I retrieved a flashlight and a tow strap from my truck and walked over to survey theirs. The right front wheel was hanging over the ditch and the front axle was on the ground. I opened the driver's door and turned the wheel hard left. 

Moving to the back I attached the strap to the rear corner of the frame and laid it out to the right side of the road. I repositioned my truck over the strap end and hooked it to the frame. Returning to their truck I straightened the wheels back up.

As I walked back to my truck the woman asked. "Do you want me to get in and help drive it out or at least steer?"

I stopped and looked at the truck and ditch, and then at her. "I'm kind of worried about someone being in there, if it slips. That ditch is quite a bit wider than where you fell in but just as deep. You could stand by the open door and keep the wheels straight or turned just a little this way. Be prepared to get out of the way if there's any problem though."

Getting in my truck, I watched her walk over to the SUV. Yes she was wet and muddy, cold too from the looks of her hard nipples showing against the thin wet material of her dark tank top. All in all, a very good looking woman. 

When she waved she was ready I placed my truck in reverse and slowly backed up. As the strap took the strain, the rear wheels of her truck moved sideways and back, just what I wanted it to do. Easing off the gas, I held the brake then slipped the transmission into forward and eased the strain on the strap until it was barely slack. 

Leaning out the window, I yelled, "Take it out of gear, and get in. Don't start it just be ready to apply the brakes."

She nodded and got in as I got ready to backup again. Moving back, the strap took the strain and stretched as it moved her vehicle until the right front wheel touched the bank. The steering wheel started to turn and she grabbed it, trying to hold it straight. 

Suddenly the force of my truck and the stretch of the strap overcame the weight of the smaller truck and it popped up level and rolled free. I stopped and the woman frantically pumped the brake pedal. I had to quickly back up another ten feet before she got it stopped.

I got out, unhooked the strap from both vehicles, and put it away. The woman walked over to my truck and said, "No brakes, I had to use the emergency brake to stop it. They worked fine before; I must have broken something."

"Probably a line, I'll get the flashlight and we'll check it out."

Sure enough, a line was pulled apart on the right front. It also appeared that the spring mount was twisted at the frame. I told her what I'd found. She was not a happy camper to say the least.

After she stopped cussing to herself, I said, "We can move it a short ways, someplace off the road where it'll be out of the way and I can give you a ride." I offered.

She looked at me for a long moment before replying, "You've been a great help and we thank you but we'll try to go on in our own truck."

"Mom!" the girl said.

I waved my hand at her and said, "That emergency brake is quite awkward to use and not real safe." As she started to protest I held up my hand. "That twisted mount has the spring in a bind and could cause it to break and the truck could go out of control and into another ditch. Also do you know where this road goes? I don't."

She looked at the girl and back at me. "Okay." She said, thinking about what I'd told her. "You seem to know what you're talking about and no I don't know where this road goes. We were just tired of waiting in traffic. Stupid, stupid idea."

"No, Mom, just a stupid place for a stupid sharp turn." The girl said.

Her mom smiled and said, "Okay, Lets load up and see where this goes or we could go back and see if the highway is clear. I just wish I could clean up and get some dry clothes on."

"No problem." I told her. "I've got a five gallon can with some water in it in the back of the truck. There's also a towel; soap and a wash clothe in there somewhere. First though we need to get out of the middle of the road."

*****

I drove around the curve and about a quarter mile farther I found a wide turn out on the side of the road. We moved her damaged truck there. Chris, the girl, and I loaded their stuff into my truck while Dixie, the mom got cleaned up. She hung a blanket over the barbed wire fence to make a screen, and proceeded to do the best she could under these conditions. 

When she finished she brought everything over to the tailgate of my truck and sat down to wash the mud off her feet. The flared skirt and peasant blouse looked good on her. Not as good as the wets cutoffs and tank top, but good. She put on a pair of sandals and ran a brush through her short dark reddish brown hair, a good-looking woman by all means.

Dixie was five feet seven inches tall with long tapered legs, nicely flared hips, and a fairly flat tummy for a lady in her late thirties, I'd guess, and nice if not smallish breasts. Not that I would ever say such a thing about her breasts to her or near her. 

Her face was oval with high cheekbones and dark brown eyes. High arched eyebrows and a mobile mouth made her face very expressive. She had a habit of licking her lips with just the very tip of her tongue that I found to be very exotic and erotic. I don't believe she was even aware she was doing it.

Chris was a slightly shorter copy of her mom but with red hair and green eyes. There was no mistaking them for mother and daughter. I will have to say that Chris had passed her mom in the boobs department some time ago.

Loaded up, I got in the truck with Chris beside Dixie and me at the other door. "Well, which way? Straight ahead or back to the highway?" I asked.

Chris said, "I want to know where this damn road goes."

"Hey, you may be eighteen but watch the language. There's no need to cuss this damn road. It's not the road's fault, that some idiot asshole put a curve in a blind spot. I want to know where it goes myself so I guess we go ahead." she finished with a grin as she realized what she had said. 

I laughed and said, "Monkey see, Monkey do." Chris laughed and Dixie gave me a hard look. 

Putting the truck in gear, we moved out and down the road. Checking the dash clock I was surprised to find it was almost midnight. We had gone nearly ten miles when the road forked. I stopped and studied the two roads trying to decide which one to take.

I looked over at Dixie and said, "The right one has most of the traffic but the left is a wider, better road."

She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "You've got me, I haven't a clue."

"Take the left one." Chris said. 

I shrugged and turned the wheel left. The road ran straight for several miles before it curved slowly back to the right. I had the feeling we were once again headed north but with the moon down it was hard to tell. Several curves, another ninety-degree turn, and three narrow bridges later we came to a stop at a stop sign. 

There was a two-lane asphalt road in front of us, but which one. I turned on the cab light and reached for a pen and note pad. I wrote down the county road number then got out my map. Chris was asleep with her head on Dixie's shoulder. 

"My best guess would be to the right until we get a road number." I said to Dixie. 

She nodded and yawned, so I asked, "Where were you two headed before this all started?"

She looked over at me and blinked several times. "North of Austin about forty miles to a friend of ours. You don't need to take us all the way there, just to a phone so we can call and get help fixing the truck."

It was a little after one and no help would be available until at least eight. That was seven hours from now and we were about two and a half-hours from Austin. I explained these thoughts to Dixie as I pulled out onto the highway. 

"If it's not too much out of your way or trouble we'd appreciate it." She said. 

"It's no problem at all; I'm in no hurry to get anywhere in particular. There's a road sign, we're going the right way. You get some rest and I'll get us headed in the right direction."

She gave me a rough set of directions to her friend's ranch before drifting off to sleep. I made pretty good time and was just southeast of Austin when Chris sat up and looked around while stretching as much as she could in the crowded truck. 

Softly I explained where we were. She nodded her head and said, "Is that a gas station ahead? I've got to pee, big time."

I chuckled and turned into the drive of the all night convenience store. I could use a rest stop myself, and a cup of coffee. I eased to a stop, got out, and stretched. Chris was trying to untangle herself from the console and her mom without waking the latter up. 

By the time, she got to the edge of the seat and ready to exit the truck, her little short sundress was up around her waist. She sat there a moment and looked around. I was doing some looking of my own. 

The top two buttons below the scooped neckline were undone and I can assure you there was no bra under there, just firm young breasts. They were of the same even tan as her face, arms, and legs. She sat with one leg at the front edge of the seat and one at the side of the seat. The height of the dress showed bare thighs and a hip almost to her waist. 

A small wisp of reddish brown hair was peeking over the top of her left thigh. As she swung around farther and slipped off the seat, I caught a glimpse of her almost hairless young sex. There was a large wide V of short hair on her mound; the rest was smooth and slick.

Standing beside me, she stretched and bent to loosen her stiff muscles. This was having the complete opposite affect on part of me, so I shook my head and turned to go in the store. She followed and then headed for the John. I was paying for a large cup of coffee and a couple of cokes by the time she returned. 

Back at the truck, Dixie was awake and blinking like a young owl in the bright lights. Chris opened her mom's door and said, "Rest stop, Mom. Use it or lose it," and handed Dixie one of the cokes I'd bought. 

Dixie stuck it into the drink holder on the dash and got out. Like the rest of us, she had to stretch and bend. I sipped my coffee and watched. Dixie made her trip inside and returned with a pack of cinnamon rolls and another cup of coffee. Opening the pack, she handed each of us one.

Around a bite of cinnamon roll, Dixie said, "I could call Wayne and see if he or his wife could come pick us up. That way you could continue where you were going."

I looked at my watch; it was three thirty AM. "It's only another half hour, maybe a little more before we get there. Let them sleep; I thought I might be able to catch a nap once we get there. I've been up going on twenty hours now." 

"I don't think that would be a problem. They're really nice people. I could drive from here if you don't mind; it would give you some rest." She paused for a moment then continued, "Luckily there are no hidden ditches here."

Chris and I both laughed. "I don't have any problem with your driving. How about you Chris?" Chris had a large mouth full of cinnamon roll, so she just shook her head and rolled her eyes. I had to chuckle at her expression.

*****

Dixie drove north through town sipping on her coffee. I sipped on my coffee and tried to ignore the hot hip and thigh pressed tightly against mine. I tried not to think about the small warm hand resting from time to time on my thigh an inch or so below my manhood. I'd have gotten more rest driving. 

When we passed out of the lights of town, Chris turned slightly toward me and rested her head against my shoulder. Her right hand and arm was now between us with mine wedged on top, which helped, but her right breast pressed against my bare arm. It was warm and firm through the thin material of her dress. It moved slightly as she breathed. 

Okay, I thought to myself, I can handle this. Then she moved slightly and placed her left hand directly on top of my manhood. I nearly spit the sip of coffee I had in my mouth. I looked over at her face; she seemed to be asleep from her regular deep breathing.

I knew I wouldn't sleep, that warm small hand had my total attention. From time to time, a bump in the road would cause her to move it slightly. Visions of her breasts and sweet young thighs and sex chased each other through my mind whenever I tried to relax. 

By the time, we exited the interstate and turned into the county road I was hard as a rock. The county road was fairly rough and crooked. I glanced over at Dixie as we made a ninety-degree left. When we were straight again she glanced at me and grinned.

"It's the ones I can't see that give me trouble." She said. 




The Road Home



Chris's hand gave me a firm rub, and a gentle squeeze before she sat up and looked around. I gave her a hard dirty look. She smiled and then gave me a leering grin. I slowly shook my head and wonder what that was all about. I also hoped that we had some time before we got to Wayne's because my raging hard on wasn't in any hurry to go away. 

Shortly we turned into an open ranch gate and followed the narrow road for a short distance to another gate. This one was closed, so Dixie stopped. I got out along with Chris and stretched again, I also un-tucked the tail of my shirt in hopes it would cover my problem. I opened the gate and closed it again after the truck was clear. 

Dixie drove slowly and carefully for another half mile down the tree lined narrow road only to stop at a third gate. There was a keypad on a post next to the side of the road. Dixie leaned out and entered a series of number and the gate swung open. After we had driven through it, I looked back to see it automatically close. I was beginning to wonder what kind of ranch this was.

Before I could ask, we exited the narrow road into a large well-lit parking area surrounded by a high wooden fence. In three feet tall letters I read, "WNR," below that in much smaller lettering was, "Western Nudist Ranch." 

Now I had the answer to my question, so what do I do with it? It also explains the casual way Chris and Dixie both dressed and the lack of tan lines on both of them. 

There were only a few cars in the lot so Dixie parked near a small gate to the side of the lettering.

Shutting off the engine, she announced, "We have arrived."

To which I replied, "Okay?" 

Chris yelled, "Yeah! About time."

Dixie and I got out and headed for the back of the truck. Chris got out and headed for the gate. "Hold it right there, young lady!" Dixie said sharply. "Come back here and grab a load of this stuff."

Dixie looked over the assortment of stuff in the bed of the truck, theirs, and mine. Turning back to Chris, she said, "Never mind, go get one of the baggage carts. It looks like he has some stuff that needs to come inside too."

While Chris was gone, I explained I had just finished a job and had been headed home, so everything left over from the job was with me. The only thing that needed attention was the ice chest and my clothes, most of which were dirty. The rest of my stuff was boxed up and safe where it was. 

*****

With everything loaded, we rolled our gear through the gate and down a long wide sidewalk. There was a large older home to the left and several rows of cabins to the right. A large pavilion sat in an open area between. We stopped outside the pavilion and Dixie took a note and envelope off the bulletin board. 

After reading the note, she said, "Three C. That's were we belong. It's over that way and to the right." She said to me.

Third row, third cabin to the left. It made sense to me. Each cabin was about one hundred feet from its nearest neighbor. Most of them looked to be twenty feet by forty feet and sat about two feet off the ground with a wide front and rear porch. The landscaping was plentiful and neat but open and airy. 

There were trees scattered all along the sidewalks, which weren't straight but had gentle curves and were wide in places and narrow in other. There were wooden and or concrete benches scattered about, mostly around or near the wide places in the sidewalks.

At the cabin Dixie went up the steps and opened the door, turned on the inside and the outside light. The three of us moved everything inside and Chris went to return the cart to the gate. 

The cabin was one large room with a small walled off area in the back right hand corner that I figured was the bathroom. The living room, dinning room, and kitchen took up the left half of the building with two short walled areas to the right that I took for sleeping areas. The walls were only five feet high. It made the cabin seem much larger than it was. There were large mirrors spotted around the room that added to the effect. Large windows dominated most walls.

Dixie started to move her and Chris's stuff into the front sleeping area and indicated that I move mine to the other. I took the ice chest to the kitchen and unloaded the contents into the refrigerator and freezer. 

Chris returned carrying her dress, which brought a yell from Dixie in the sleeping area. "Young lady, you know the rules. We don't know if Greg has any problems with nudity. Get in here and get dressed."

"Oh, Mom. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a problem with naked people. Do you Mr. Smith?"

I looked from her to Dixie and back again. "No, I don't have any problems with nudity. I've been a closet nudist for most of my life. Naked strangers I might have some problem with as I've never been around it in any formal way." 

Looking at Chris totally nude, I could feel my manhood stiffening. Turning toward Dixie, I continued, "I'd be afraid that looking at nude, beautiful ladies like you both might cause a reaction that I would find hard to control."

Dixie chuckled and Chris laughed. Dixie looked hard at her daughter. "Greg is our guest and hasn't been around our way of life so be nice and mind your manners. Now, go get a shower and into bed with you." 

Chris headed toward the bathroom after tossing her dress over the low wall. I watched her walk away from me and marveled at the sway and wiggle of her hips. What the hell, I couldn't get any harder than I was right now. 

I turned back to see Dixie taking her blouse off over her head. Her breasts though smaller than her daughters were quite nice. Pointy and up turned at the nipples, full and round where they met her chest. There was no sag there at all.

When she walked from behind the wall, I saw the skirt was gone also. She was shaved much as Chris was but with a smaller and narrower pattern. As she walked on toward the kitchen I couldn't help but note that her hip had an even more pronounced roll, wiggle, and sway than her daughters. In the kitchen she proceeded to unpack their ice chest and returned to the living room with a couple of cold beers.

Feeling totally over dressed and slightly like a fool with a hard on, I just stood in the middle of the room watching her. I guess I had a confused look on my face because as she handed me one of the beers she said, "Relax. Take a deep breath and relax."  

She reached out, raised the bottom of my shirt, and looked down at the large bulge in the front of my Levies. "I'll take that as the ultimate compliment to me and my nymphet daughter. I had a feeling earlier that she was teasing or tormenting you. Relax, you're among friends, and if it will help, we will get dressed and stay that way. Only the other people here at the ranch won't be." She released the shirt, sat down in a chair, and crossed her long legs.

I took a sip of the beer and looked down at her, then took another long deep breath. "I think I'll be okay, you two need not change your life style because of me. I think I just need time to get used to the idea. I've got a pair of shorts in my bag that might make me feel more relaxed instead of totally over dressed." 

I turned and headed for the bedroom and my bag. I stripped and slipped on the pair of dark blue nylon shorts I wore most of the time. I took my time doing all this and had finished half the beer by the time I returned to the living room. Dixie was nowhere in sight but Chris was curled up at the end of the couch. 

"Hey, not a bad body for an older man." she said with a grin. "Mom's in the shower and I'm supposed to be nice and not stress you out anymore." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'd love to see what that tent pole looks like without the shorts."

I sat down in the chair where Dixie had sat earlier about the time she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. Entering the living room she sat down next to her daughter and whispered, "You whisper too loud, dear. Now go to bed." She finished loudly as Chris jumped. I chuckled and Chris stuck her tongue out at me.

"Oh, okay, I've been busted. Goodnight all." She stood up and headed toward the bedroom. Stopping by the wall, she said, "Mr. Smith, I didn't mean to be hurtful, I was just having fun. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Chris, and its Greg, Mr. Smith is my father and he's been dead for a long time." Chris went on to bed as Dixie got up and turned off the main lights and left a small light on in the kitchen. 

"If you're ready for a shower there are towels, soap, and such in the bathroom. I think I'll go sit on the back porch and watch the sun come up. When you're through, bring a couple of beers and join me." Saying this she got up and walked to the back of the kitchen and out the door. 

*****

Under the hot shower I soaped up and washed my hair. By the time, I'd finished with my hair; my hard member had finally softened back to normal. As I soaped and washed my body, it started to raise its head again. When I washed it, I found it very sensitive and hardening rapidly. Wrapping the fingers of my right hand gentle around the hard flesh, I moved my fist up and down slowly. 

Continuing this but with a slight twisting motion I was not long in reaching climax. I let the fluid fly in long ropy spurts as my legs shook and my knees went weak. I continued to lightly stroke myself as the great sensations slowly faded away. I rinsed the soap from my body and made sure the tub was clean before I turned off the water and started to dry off.

At the mirror I combed my hair and tried to remember the last time I had came that hard. I knew it had been a long time ago, probably back when I was married, the last time. Shrugging, I turned and picked up the shorts, then stood and looked at them for a long moment. 

At my sleeping area I tossed the shorts on the bed and glanced over to where Chris was sleeping. She was curled up on her side under a sheet. I moved into the kitchen and snagged two beers. Opening one, I headed for the back porch.

Opening the back door, I first noticed the streak of gold along the horizon in front of me. Was it nearly daylight? That would be around six thirty? I had left my watch on the bed so I didn't know for sure. Dixie sat in a lawn chair with her feet propped up on the porch rail. I handed her the other beer and moved a chair over to sit next to her. 

"Thanks, I was just about to give up on you and go get my own." She said looking over at me. "Well, I see you took care of your problem and decided to join us in the uniform of the day, Birthday suits and sandals." she finished with a chuckle.

"You might say I finally got a handle on it." I replied, emphasizing the word hand.

She laughed softly and said, "Sometimes that's what it takes. Been there and done that, myself." 

Pausing a moment, she sighed and then she went on, "I just love this place. Chris and I have been slipping off up here for years. I guess it will be permanently now that her dad and I have spit up. Wayne has been offering me a staff job here for longer than I can remember. I'm just worried about Chris; she's gotten wilder and crazier lately." 

She paused again and looked over at me. Shaking her head, she resumed, "Why am I laying all this on you? It's none of your concern and I've already taken advantage of your kindness way too much."

I sat looking at her in the lightening dawn and smiled. "You can take advantage of me at any time and in any way. You're really good people and those are hard to find. As for Chris, I think she is a lot like you in your younger days and that worries you. How long have you and your husband been apart?"

She looked over and laughed. "Do you mean physically, mentally or psychologically?" 

When I didn't say anything, she continued, "We left yesterday afternoon while he was still at work, but he and I have been on the outs for years. I took up martial arts so I could defend Chris and myself from his physical abuse. The mental abuse was far worse; he had my self-esteem nearly down to zero. I had been working for about a year now and had saved a little money. I had it hid but he found it the other night and started in on Chris, and I. He threatened to kill Chris if I didn't quit work and buckle under to him. That was the last straw; we pack a few things and left."

She stared at the bright sunrise and a tear slowly ran down her cheek. I reached over and squeezed her shoulder gentle. "Sounds like you had the bad end of a worse deal. Things will be better in the long run. I could stick around and help you get your little truck fixed and up here. At least you'd have transportation for a while. Until he decides to stop paying for it or some such shit."

She wiped her eyes and looked over at me. "Thanks, but you've done enough for us. You don't need to be involved in my mess. Anyway, I was thinking about calling and telling him where it was and that he could have it. I'm just worried that he'll find Chris and take his sick revenge out on her."

"We could drive over to Bryan or even into east Texas and call him. I assume you have caller ID, or I could call him from Austin and say I found the truck abandoned. That would confuse him either way." I said thinking aloud.

Still looking at me she laughed. "You have a devious mind, is that good or bad?"

"Neither actually, just age and experience." I replied with a smile. "I've tried to help ladies in distress before but always ended up with rusty armor. I know for a fact what I'm wearing now won't rust. I might get shriveled or sun burnt but not rusty." I finished with a laugh.

She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. "You know, I believe that part about helping people. I don't think it necessarily has to be a lady, just someone in need." She looked back at the sunrise and stood up stretching, a glorious sight from my point of view. 

Turning she asked, "How does breakfast sound?"

"Great, but I didn't see a whole lot to fix in the ice box."

She laughed. "I didn't say anything about cooking. There's a small community dinning room at the pavilion that should be open shortly. Let's grab a towel and see what's going on."

"A towel?" I asked.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know the rules. Anytime you're in the public areas and sit down; you sit on your towel. Public dress is usually a small waist or handbag, sandals, and a towel, sunglasses, and hats are optional. Being new here and a guest, you could even wear your shorts to begin with. Clothing is an option, not a necessity. It depends a lot on the weather and what you're doing or even your mood." 

She paused, grinned, and continued, "I normally wear a tee shirt to meals. It's embarrassing to drag a tit through the oat meal or eggs."

I had to chuckle at that mental picture. "Well, I think I'll chance it with just the towel. I can always wrap it over my lap if I get messy... with my meal."

*****

Going back through the house, we grabbed a pair of towels and Dixie checked on Chris. We walked slowly back toward the pavilion just enjoying the cool beautiful early morning. We saw several people sitting on their porches drinking coffee, all of them waved as we passed. All were nude. I was mentally coming to grips with this no clothing and stranger's thing. It wasn't a sexual thing, just a freedom from covering the body.

At the pavilion we went through a short serving line and had no trouble finding a place to sit, there were only two other people there. They were an older couple and they waved us over to join them. Dixie introduced me to Wayne and his wife, Kaye. 

Wayne was a big guy, still in good shape even for his age. From the gray in his hair and beard and the lines in his face, I judged his age as early sixties. Kaye on the other hand was small and trim, even in the oversized tee shirt she was wearing. She appeared quite a bit younger than Wayne.

As we sat down, I remembered to sit on my towel. Wayne asked Dixie. "From your call yesterday, I take it you're ready to go to work here?" 

Dixie told him what she had told me earlier only in more detail, then went on to explain who I was and about the problems with the truck. Wayne told her not to worry; he had a member in that area that had a wrecker service and garage. He was sure that the guy would take care of her vehicle and call when it was ready. 

Then they got down to discussing Dixie's job. I got the feeling that both Wayne and Kaye were happy that Dixie was out of the mess she had been in and had a real job for her, not just something to help her out. She would be teaching martial arts and exercise classes three days a week. The pay was minimal but room and board went with it. They would even find something for Chris to do if she wanted to work. Good staff was hard to find, I found out.

When they were through discussing Dixie's job, Wayne turned to me and said, "Sounds like you were a life saver and a Good Samaritan to boot. Kaye and I would like to welcome you and I'll make you up a membership card if you want it, at no charge. People who help people are always welcome and needed here. You'll find that nudists for the most part are nice, friendly, helpful people. They're not encumbered by the trappings of society as a whole." 

He paused a moment and looked over at Kaye. "Okay, okay, don't kick me again, I'll get off my soap box." He said to her, before he turned back to me. "Sorry, I get carried away about our lifestyle sometimes."

Kaye laughed and said, "That's an understatement if I ever heard one. Wayne was a late starter to nudism; he was the suit and tie, even at home type. His wife passed away, then he met me, and I shook his world up completely. I took him to a nudist resort one time and created a monster. Within two years he had bought this land with the old house and built everything else. The day we opened for business he burned every suit he owned. Now I have to remind him to dress before he goes into town." Again she laughed, and then leaned over for Wayne to kiss her. 

"I'm starting to understand it myself." I said. "This is my first time to be nude around strangers but I'm enjoying myself and getting the hang of it. I'll accept your membership on one condition. If you need help with anything around here just ask, I'm pretty handy with tools. Kind of a jack of all trades and a master of none."

"Don't worry." Kaye said quickly. "He's not shy about asking for help with work around here and there's plenty of it, believe me."

"Speaking of which," Wayne said, "we need to get back to the office and try to get the computer system back on line. We have a big weekend ahead; it's the Nude Day Celebration and no way to sort our bookings except by hand. Many of our clients use the E-mail to make reservations or to check if we're full. We also use it for a newsletter and to advertise special event. We really have a hard time keeping the system up and running as neither of us are too bright when it comes to this new fangled stuff."

I had to laugh. "I think we have a winner right here. Believe it or else, I'm pretty much a self-taught computer geek. It's probably the closest thing to a mastery of a trade I have."

Wayne and Kaye looked at each other and then at Dixie and everyone looked at me. "Well, I'll be damned." Wayne said. "When things go right, they go right for everyone. Can you come up to the office and take a look; any help would be deeply appreciated."

I chuckled and answered, "Sure, it's no problem."

*****

Dixie headed back to the cabin to check on Chris and to get a nap, while I went to the office with Wayne. Kaye had to get back to the kitchen.

The computer system was old and out of date for the stuff it was being used for. It had been overloaded and locked itself up. I ended up having to shut it down and reboot. As it did, I checked the setup files and made a couple of changes that should help. Once it was back up, I checked the auto execute and system files. There were several small problems that were easily fixed. Once I was finished, I shut it back down and rebooted it again. 




The Road Home



Wayne stood watching me closely. When I was through, he said, "That looked too easy and I have no idea what you were doing but I'll bet it works better." He finished with a chuckle.

"It'll work better, that's for sure but this system is too small and slow for what you're using it for and you need to up grade to a more modern operating system." I told him.

"Yea, but you're talking a lot of money aren't you?" He asked.

"Not really. This thing can be up graded reasonable and the new operating system is not that expensive now." I went on to explain what needed to be done and why. We talked cost along with it.

Finally, Wayne said, "You seem to know what you're talking about but at a lot less money than I've been told by the local computer shops. Can you do it all yourself?"

"Sure, I can get the parts from a wholesaler I know in Austin and then it's just a matter of installing them. We could do it Monday if you don't mind a guest until then."

"Not Monday." He said. "It's a three day weekend for us, but Tuesday would be no problem. My only question is what are you making off this deal."

"Money wise, nothing. Friendship wise is a whole other story." I said with a smile.

He looked at me for a moment and then said, "I see."

*****

By the time I returned to the cabin, I was dragging. My lack of sleep had finally caught up with me. I hit the bed and died.

*****

It was early afternoon when I awoke. It took me a few moments to remember where I was and what wasn't a dream. Getting out of bed I stopped and listened for a moment, there were no sounds in the cabin. I looked over the wall to find Dixie's and Chris's bed empty. I headed to the bathroom and natures call. 

Taped to the mirror above the sink was a note that read: 

"Dear Greg, I had to go teach a class and Chris is working in the pavilion. Make yourself at home; there are some leftovers from lunch in the icebox. Be back soon, Dixie."

I had to chuckle over where she had left the note. Most women would have chosen the front of the refrigerator. I took a quick shower and headed for the kitchen. I made a sandwich from the cold roast chicken added a scoop of potato salad to the plate and heated the beans in the microwave. 

With the plate in one hand and a beer in the other, I moved outside to eat at the table on the back porch. It was a beautiful day, the house shaded the porch, and a light breeze helped with the heat. I sat and ate slowly just enjoying life.

I had just finished eating when the back door opened and Chris stepped out. "Hey, you're not dead after all! From the way you were sleeping when we left I just knew you were a goner." She said with a smile. 

Seeing my mode of undress so to speak, the smile turned to a grin. "Where are those shorts? You know, the ones with the tent pole in them." Saying this, she moved over to the railing across from me and climbed up to sit on top of it.

Once she was seated facing me, I asked if she was hungry, as there were more leftovers than I could eat. She shifted her position and spread her legs wider. I had a great view of her body outlined by the bright sky. 

She laughed. "No, thanks! They put me to work in the kitchen and all I've done is nibble. If I keep working there I'll be as big as a house. Although I'll probably die of dish pan hands first." She finished holding out her hands and looking them over.

I chuckled at what she said and at what she was trying to do. She was having some effect on me but to my surprise not as much as when she wore the little sundress. I stood slowly saying, "Well, it's my turn to clean up the mess I left in the kitchen. Want to watch and learn from an expert?"

She looked me up and down as her grin slowly faded. "You're no fun anymore and I've had all of the kitchen I want for one day."

Cleaning the kitchen was a short-lived job; I finished it and my beer about the same time. Checking the refrigerator, I wondered how far the nearest store was so I could restock Dixie's small supply. I also was wondering what I was going to do now. I was still a little out of my depth here. 

I looked out the window to see Chris still sitting on the rail. I was sure I was not ready for anymore of her games without her mom close by. She appeared to be talking to someone, I assumed it was her mom and opened the door to say hello. Two girls around Chris's age turned to look at me, I froze in my tracks. 

Chris was grinning again as she said, "Greg, let me introduce a couple of my friends. This is Traci and Terry, or is it Terry and Traci?" 

She paused as the two girls said hello. "They are identical twins, well almost. Terry always has hard nipples and Traci has a birthmark on her butt."

I said hello, as the twins looked me up and down with big smiles. I was frantically looking for a reason to leave. I was saved by Dixie's voice calling from inside. "Is anyone home?" 

I said excuse me to the girls and stepped back inside. I could hear them giggling, as I walked toward the front of the house. I could pretty much guess what Chris had been telling them.

Dixie saw me and said, "Hello, did you have a nice rest?" 

I told her everything was fine and the lunch was great also. She looked at me hard and asked, "Has Chris been at it again? I'm going to kill that girl." 

I laughed and told her that it wasn't anything I couldn't handle and that I'd take care of it, that I had to learn to control myself and not let her get to me. Anyway, it was getting easier.

"Her latest plan kind of fizzled and didn't blow up in her face, if you get my drift. When her twin friends showed up and there wasn't any show, maybe she'll give up." I finished.

Dixie started toward the back porch but I placed a hand on her arm as she passed. She stopped and looked at me. "Oh, okay." She said after thinking about it for a second. "Just remember, if it gets to be too much of a problem I want to know about it."

I assured her I would. I asked about the store since I had consumed about a quarter of her beer supply. "That's no problem; Wayne has a delivery service from town. You drop off your order and money early and it arrives by the afternoon. Do you need anything from town?"

"Oh, no, I just didn't want to run you short. I could use a tour of this place and what's available to do here. That is if you're not too tired after teaching class."

She laughed. "This is the best thing that's happened to me in years. I get to run around naked and teach a subject I love. Then get a great work out in the exercise class. My martial arts class is mostly stretches and the basics and the other is low impact aerobics. I'm out of shape but I feel great." 

She did have a glow about her and her face was alive as she talked about her work. We grabbed our towels and I suggested we leave by the back door so I could say good-bye to Chris and her friends. Dixie thought this was an excellent idea. The girls were huddled around the table as we came out onto the porch. Hearing us they all leaned back and looked our way. 

Saying good-bye was much less of a problem than saying hello had been. Dixie gave Chris a hard look and asked the twins how their parents were. It seemed to put a damper on their conspiratorial planning. We headed out on the tour.

*****

I was surprised to learn there were over fifteen hundred acres of ranch area. There was a pool, steam room, a hot tub, a small lake for fishing, hiking and biking and four wheeler trails ran everywhere. There was a small stable and a horseback riding area. Shuffleboard, volleyball, and tennis were also available. There were even a couple of small putting greens. A camp trailer and motor home area was around to the east and a camp ground farther past that. 

I was quite impressed with it all. When we ran into Wayne near the pool area, I told him what I thought. He told me that he and Kaye had discussed my ideas about the computer and it was a deal. When he hurried off, Dixie and I got a couple of cokes from the snack bar and wandered over to sit by the pool.

I noticed that she had signed for the cokes and asked her about it. "As an employee I get my meals free and my drinks at cost. I'm told you get the same deal since you're going to fix the computer system for free. By the way, Kaye said to tell you that the system is already running a hundred percent better than it ever has."

"The computer thing is no big deal, I love working on and with them. They don't need to make me any special guest or give me special treatment. I love it here; I just wish that I had found out about it much earlier in my life. I'm doing it to repay their hospitality and it allows me to hang around here a while longer."

Dixie looked at me somewhat funny as though she could read my thoughts. "Don't worry about Wayne and Kaye, they make a fairly good profit out of this place and they like you." She paused for a moment then asked. "Does your hanging around have anything to do with me?"

I thought for a minute then said, "As Chris would say, I'm busted." 

Again, I took a moment to think things through. "I've really enjoyed your company and I like you. I'm not going to try to put any pressure on you but I would like to get to know you better. I understand what you have just gotten yourself out of and I'm in no hurry, I know, you need time. For now, all I want to be is your friend." I was being as honest as I've ever been in my life.

She looked at me for a long time then stuck out her hand for me to shake, as she said, "Friends!" 

I took her hand and shook it answering, "Friends."

Chris and the twins showed up for a swim as we sat talking. Chris has a nice tan but the other two girls were a dark toast color with blond streaks running through their hair. They were as nice to look at as Chris or Dixie. All three joined us at the table for a while but the water was a stronger lure than nosing into adult affairs.

We sat and watched them, along with another half dozen kids play in the pool. There were nearly as many boys, as girls and they were having a ball seeing who could drown whom. I noticed that there wasn't an official lifeguard but there were adults all around with at least one eye on the pool. 

The other thing I noticed was that all the kids were playing together; there weren't the girls on one side, the boys on the other that you saw at most places. As I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen any of the little cliques, group things that you normally see. How do you show social statues when you're in your birthday suit?

When I chuckled, Dixie looked over at me with a questioning look on her face. I explained what I had observed and my thoughts about it. 

She nodded when I was through and said, "You've found the key to this lifestyle. People here must rely on their ability to communicate who and what they are without the benefit of material trappings. That's why you have very few assholes or shallow people in nudism, they find it hard to hide and/or be accepted."

We finished our cokes and decided to take a walk. We walked and talked for quite a long time, ending up on one of the hiking trails near the lake. We had found out a lot about each other from our rambling conversation. The main thing I found out was that she was smart and intelligent with a quick wit. Another was that her religious beliefs were at odds with her separation. 

She learned that I was single after my last girlfriend had left me for an older man but in retrospect, I had found it was for the best. Also that my job kept me away from home for long stretches of time and I was tired of it.

We wound up standing on the end of the short pier that jutted out into the lake. The water was clear and appeared to be deep. There was a small float anchored in the center of the lake, about a hundred yards from us. The breeze that had kept things cool earlier had died. The sun was low toward the horizon but it was still hot. 

Dixie asked if I wanted to take a swim, so I pushed her in and dove in after her. 

She came up laughing and calling me names. The water was cold at first, after the heat of the sun, but as we swam toward the float we became more accustom to it. As I swam, I was aware of the water flowing around my balls and manhood and between my legs, as I never had with a bathing suit on. By the time we reached the float, I was winded. I knew I was out of shape but not this bad. The last twenty feet were murder.

Dixie was already on the float when I got there. She was breathing as hard as I was. I didn't feel too bad since she's over ten years younger. There was a ladder bolted to the float, so it wasn't hard for me to climb up and collapse on the wooden deck. Dixie who was sitting in a sprawl, leaning back on her elbows laughed.

When I finally caught my breath, I asked what was so funny.

"For a minute there I thought I was going to have to play lifeguard. Then when you made it, I was wondering where the nearest oxygen bottle was. By the time you climbed onto the float I was about ready to give you mouth to mouth recitation."

"Why did you change your mind? I might still need it." I said with a grin. "There's still the swim back." I finished with a groan.

She laughed again and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "You're a real nice guy, Greg, crazy but nice. I need practice in my life saving techniques anyway but we're going to rest for a while before we go back."

We sat around on the float talking, occasionally we'd jump over the side to cool off and climb back to talk some more. This was turning out to be one of the best days of my life. As the sun topped the trees and started to slowly sink behind them, we decided to make the return swim, but at a slower pace. 

Using a slower pace and several different strokes, we made it to the pier in a lot better shape than the swim out. Once on the pier we retrieved our towels and headed slowly back toward the cabins.

*****

The three of us ate supper together in the pavilion, which was much more crowded than breakfast. Chris seemed more sedate but then again, we were in public so that doesn't count. She watched us both very closely all through the meal. 

On the way back to the cabin she followed behind us but once inside, she asked, "What's with you two? You couldn't take your eyes off each other for more than a few seconds the whole time we were eating. Walking home I was surprised you weren't holding hands."

Dixie and I both looked at her funny and then we looked at each other. Slowly a smile grew on both our faces, when it reached a grin, I stepped forward and took Dixie in my arms and kissed her for all I was worth. 

When I released Dixie and stepped back, I heard Chris whisper, "Holy cow!" 

Dixie stood looking at me and said softly, "I'll second that."

All I said was, "Do you want a beer?" as I headed for the kitchen. 

I could feel both of their eyes staring holes in my back. Dixie and I had planned this as a little pay back to Chris but I think Dixie got more than she bargained for.

Opening the icebox I turned and looked at Dixie. She just stood staring until it dawned on her that I had asked a question. "Yeah, I'll have one." 

She blinked and turned to look at Chris, who stood with her mouth hanging open. Dixie reached out and gentle pressed up on Chris's chin. Her mouth closed and her eyes finally left me and centered on her mother. Dixie was grinning at her daughter. 

"Mother!" Chris started to say but Dixie cut her off.

"Pay backs are hell, aren't they?" she said with a laugh. "I should let you wonder for a while longer but I'll be nice. If you'll quit teasing Greg, we won't tease you. Deal?"

Chris looked from her mom to me; I was grinning back at her as broadly as Dixie was. She sat down on the couch and looked up at her mom. "Hey, that's not funny. You don't know, just what all was going through my mind." She paused then said half to herself. "Not funny at all."

"Is it a deal?" Dixie pressed her.

Chris sat looking from her mom, to me, and back again. Letting out a long sigh, she said, "Okay, I'll ease up on you Greg, but it sure takes all the fun out of you being around."

Dixie walked over and took the offered beer, and took a long swallow. Chris fidgeted on the couch for a moment then asked, "Do you think I can spend the night with Terry and Traci? We already check it out with their mom and it's all right with her."

Dixie told Chris it was okay with her. Just remember that she had to be at the pavilion by six for work. Chris went to their room and grabbed some things in a small bag, gave her mom a hug and me a kiss on the cheek before leaving. 

Dixie and I moved out onto the back porch to be greeted by a three-quarter-moon hanging just above the trees. Sitting at the table, we sipped our beers in silence. The tone of the silence had to do with our kiss, of that, I was sure. It was supposed to be a peck on the lips but once I had my arms around Dixie and my lips met hers, things got carried away. I did notice that after a second of surprise she returned the kiss fully. My silence was fear of saying the wrong thing.

Dixie finally broke the silence. "I haven't been kissed like that for ten years. I'd nearly forgotten what it was like. Boy, do I remember now. I'm not sure whether to thank you or slap your face. I do know one thing; if you ever kiss me like that again you're in big trouble. You'll have an out of control woman on your hands and you'll need a fire extinguisher to put me out." We both laughed.

After a moment, I said, "I probably should apologize but I won't. Once my lips met yours, I just couldn't help myself. There was some fire on this side also. I could say I was doing a good acting job in front of Chris but that wouldn't be true. I was a bad boy!" I finished with a grin.

"There wasn't anything bad about it." Dixie said mostly to herself, then turned up her beer, and finished it. 

"You want another one?" she asked, standing up.

"I might as well." I said as she went into the kitchen.

She returned in a few minutes empty handed and told me to stand up. When I did she slipped her arms around my neck and my arms moved of their own accord around her waist. She looked into my eyes for a second before tilting her head slightly and closing her eyes. I brushed my lips gentle across hers at first then nibbled at her lips. 

She trembled slightly as I pressed my lips to hers. The tip of my tongue touched her lips and teeth; they opened to allow my tongue to fence with hers. We both moaned softly. My hands roamed slowly and gently up and down her back. I could feel her nipples stiffening against my chest. My manhood trapped between us throbbed and stiffened. The kiss went on and on.

Slowly the kiss wound down until we were just holding each other; her head nestled against my shoulder. After a minute or two she stepped back and looked at my face. Glancing down she smiled shyly and took my hand. She turned and led me into the house and on into my sleeping area. I lay down on the bed but she stood over me for a moment just looking at me. 

Sitting down next to me, she said, "Right now full sex is out of the question; I'm still a married woman. There are other things we can do besides intercourse that are almost as pleasurable." The shy smile on her face turned into a grin.

I started to speak but she placed two fingers against my lips. Instead I licked at the fingers and sucked them into my mouth swirling my tongue around them. She smiled and lay down beside me.

We were lying on our sides a few inches apart, softly kissing and letting our free hands wander and explore each other's bodies. My hand was moving down her side, over the swell of her hip, along the outside of her thigh, then over to the back of her thigh and up to explore the curves and crevices of her tight ass cheeks. Her hand was exploring my back and then my ass cheek as well.




The Road Home



Moving my hand higher along the curve and slope of her back, I pulled her closer until I felt her hard nipples rub against my chest. I kissed her more firmly. Her hand moved back over my hip to fall against, and then gently grip my hard shaft. 

She moaned in the back of her throat as she slowly moved her hand up and down. I felt a tremor go through my hips. Dropping my hand to her thigh, I let it slowly wander down. She lifted her right knee and my hand ran across her inner thighs lightly, it was her turn to shiver.

Moving my hand slowly upward, I allowed two fingers too barely brush her outer lips before I cupped my hand over the soft hair of her mound. I used the two fingers to rub softly up and down over the fat puffy lips. Adding a third finger, I used it to open the warm, slippery wet trench leading to her sex. Her breath came faster and was matching mine. Her hand still worked softly and gently on my manhood. I wasn't sure how long I would last.

Slowly breaking our kiss, I pressed her over onto her back and returned my hand to what it had been doing. My shaft was now out of her reach. I turned my attentions to her hard pointed nipples and breasts. I ran my tongue around first one nipple and the soft cone supporting it and then the other. 

She arched her back and reached for my head. Pulling on the back of my head, she pressed one nipple as far into my mouth as it would go. I sucked and swirled my tongue around and over the soft flesh, feeling it swell farther. My fingers working at her sex had her hips squirming. 

I released that breast and suck in the other, giving it the same treatment. When I let go of it, I kissed and licked my way down her rib cage to her belly button. I used my tongue to lick and probe its depths. This brought a giggle from her. 

I kissed and licked my way on down her belly until I reached the hair at the top of her sex. I paused and then ran my tongue all around the edge of the small patch. My hand had moved away from her sex and teased her inner thighs. 

When I sat up on my knees, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I raised the hand I had been teasing her sex with and sniffed her sweet and pungent aroma. I licked it and then sucked it into my mouth. She tasted sweet with a spicy overtone. 

Removing my finger from my mouth I licked my lips and said, "Tastes like more to me."

She giggled as I moved over between her legs and lay down on my stomach. I kissed and licked lightly at the three corners of the hair on her mound then slowly trailed my tongue down the crease between her thigh and sex. As I moved lower she spread her legs farther apart and raised her knees slightly. When the tip of my tongue touched her ass cheek I switched sides and licked upward along the opposite crease. 

As I licked and then sucked one of the plump outer lips into my mouth, her ass rose up off the bed. I slipped my hands under her nether cheeks and switched to the other lip. 

Releasing it, I moved my head back to see her sex opening like a flower. I licked softly at the curled inner lips before sucking them both into my mouth. I sucked and gently chewed on them as they swelled and expanded. I glanced up across her stomach to see her hands caressing and squeezing at her breasts and nipples. I let the sensitive flesh slowly slip from between my lips and used my tongue to separate and spread them out to either side of her open slit. 

My tongue moved lower and came to rest at the bottom of her opening. I could feel the heat on my nose and upper lip and could taste her wetness. I held my tongue still for a long moment, until her hips moved upward. I took a long slow lick upward to her clit, which was already standing up, un-hooded and hard. I wondered just how long it had been since Dixie had had any sex.

Returning my tongue back down, I made several more long licks. When her hips began to rotate, I stuck my tongue up inside her and swiveled it around. This brought a long drawn out groan from her lips and a farther lifting of her thighs. I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks gently and brushed the very tip of my tongue across the pucker of her anus. The groan went up an octave and her hips bucked as she came.

I moved my head back and teasingly licked the insides of her thighs until her hips settled down and returned to the bed. I used my hands to tilt her hips and lapped at the juice flowing freely from her opening. She twitched her hips and hummed softly to herself. I cleaned up as much of her sweet juice as I could and started to lick back up toward her clit but she stopped me with her hands.

"You need to wait a minute and let me rest. I think that's the quickest and hardest I've ever come." She took several deep breaths then said, "You should need a license for that tongue of yours. You could kill a girl with that thing but what a way to go." 

I chuckled and replied, "I hate to tell you, but I ain't even got started yet. That was just the beginning stuff."

"Oh, shit, what have I got myself into?" she asked herself aloud, with a laugh.

Chuckling again I said, "How about a dozen orgasms to start, could you handle that?"

She rose up on her elbows and looked at me hard. "There ain't any way I could have that many in one night?" She paused to think. 

"Is there?" She finally asked.

I laughed and nodded my head. Then I had to laugh at the expression of disbelief on her face. I lowered my head and slowly licked and lapped at the thin, wide spread, inner lips before me. 

She said, "Wait." as she lay back and reached for my head.

I looked up at her and smiled, "Just relax and enjoy, it won't hurt a bit."

Lowering my head again I licked lightly and slowly from her sopping wet opening to just below her clit. My nose had barely grazed the tip of her clit in passing and her hips had rolled. I alternately sucked on her inner and outer lips and licked at her opening and a short ways up the slit. I left her clit totally alone. 

After about five minutes of slow and gentle teasing I sat up and asked her to roll over. Once she did I pulled her hips up and stuck both pillows under her. When she lay back down her ass was lifted nicely into the air. Using my hands I slowly had her spread her knees as I sat back and took in the beauty of my handy work. 

"My, oh, my." were my softly whispered words. She rose up slightly and looked at me over her shoulder. I grinned and finished. "The view takes my breath away. I'm like the kid in the candy shop, where do I start?"

I leaned forward, took a long slow lick up the back of one thigh, and continued it up across the tight ass cheek above. I stopped at her waist and moved to the other thigh to repeat the process. Her ass cheeks were spread wide letting me see the darker colored pucker of her anus. 

Leaning forward, I blew my warm breath across it. It contracted tightly then relaxed. Just below her wet opening was slowly pulsing and the thin pearl pink inner lips were spread wide to frame her slit. The hard nub of her clit was bright red and shiny. 

I applied the tip of my tongue to the slit just above her clit and moved it slowly upward, dipping into her opening to taste her sweetness before moving up again to bump across the circle of her ass hole. Her ass twitched and she drew a hissing breath. 

Smiling, I ran my tongue in ever tightening circles around her nether opening. When I reached the center, I pressed the tip of my tongue against the elastic ring, which gave slightly. I licked and teased the tight opening of her ass until my tongue slipped inside. I used my tongue to slowly fuck her ass as her breathing grew more ragged and her ass jerked and humped back on the intruding lingual muscle. 

Her ass was wiggling and jerking harder and faster as I slipped my tongue in and out of the tight brown ring. The low moan beginning deep in her chest was my cue to flick her clit with my fingertip. She froze except for a straight humping motion on my tongue as the climax crashed down on her. 

As she calmed down, I sat up and just spent the time looking at the treasures she was so wantonly displaying to me. I let her rest except for my hands that were caressing the backs of her thighs and the swells of her ass cheeks.

Slowly she pulled up one knee and rolled partly over onto her side. She lifted her head and supported it with her hand propped up with her elbow. I moved over and lay down in a similar position facing her. 

Taking a long slow deep breath she asked, "Am I dead yet?"

I chuckled and leaned over to kiss her knee. "Can you feel that?" I asked. When she nodded I said, "In that case you're not dead yet. Let me know when you are ready for thirds or is it fourths?"

She took another deep breath. "If I count all the little ones it's closer to sevenths or eighths. I need something to drink, my mouth is so dry." 

She reached down to her sex with her hand and felt the flood. Laughing she said, "Now I know where all the moister went."

With a chuckle I got off the bed and went to the kitchen to get us a cold drink. I returned with a large glass of ice water. She sat up and drank about half of it in small sips. 

Handing the glass to me she said with a smile, "See I saved you half."

Taking the glass I chuckled and replied, "I'm not really thirsty for water. I've been sipping on a much sweeter drink and speaking of that it seems I have a mess to clean up."

I moved over to set the glass on the nightstand next to the bed. "Are you sure I can't die from coming? I don't know if I can take any more of that tongue of yours."

I laughed and answered, "I'll be a good boy and just clean you up. That is unless you want me to quit and go get a warm washrag. It would be a waste of good protein and take a lot of the fun out of it."

She looked at me for a moment then sighed. "Since you put it that way I guess I'll just have to lay back, relax, and endure it the best I can." She said with a laugh of her own.

When she was flat on her back, I took one of the pillows and stuck it under her butt to raise her hips. She brought her feet up to rest on the bed closer to her ass and spread her knees wide. I started the tongue bath just above her knee on the inside of one thigh and worked my way toward her opening. When I had that thigh clean to my satisfaction I switched to the other. 

Dixie was being true to her word except that her breathing was a little faster than normal. Now that I had her thighs clean I moved my attention up to the soft smooth skin on either side of her sex. By the time I was ready to attack the source of the mess her breathing was faster yet and more ragged. I ran my tongue around the opening and then slipped it inside to find it wetter than ever. I had to swallow once then twice from the flood over my tongue. 

Her hips moved slowly upward as my tongue dove in deeper, and swirled around and round. When the flow subsided I removed my tongue and took several swipes up the crack of her ass to clean up the overflow. Once more I ran my tongue in and out of her vagina several times, then ran it up and the down over her swollen outer lips. 

As I sucked on first one then the other of the inner lips her hands found my head and guided it to her clit. I touched the tip of my tongue to the base and held it still allowing her to move her hips to apply the amount of pressure and movement she wanted and needed. It only took a few moments before she was coming again and again, with a loud cry each time.

Finally she dropped her hips and pushed my head down to her sopping wet opening where I lapped and sucked at the flowing river from her climaxes. When she was again clean, I sat up on my knees to gaze down at her, as she lay there completely relaxed and sated. Her face slack, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly parted with the look only a truly satisfied woman can achieve. I smiled and again wondered how long it had been since she had had sex.

*****

That was five years ago and we have been married for four of them. We both still work at the nudist camp; in fact we are now partners with Wayne and Kaye. We built a small house out by the lake. We are so happy and in love it should be against the law. It probably is in several states. 

Chris is in her last year of college and should be home this weekend with her new husband. Oh, and yes she's just like her mother, only she's had the benefit of her Mom's experience and mine, when she will listen. Her husband is a good man and fits in here when they visit, even if he is a lawyer.

Life is good.



The Road Home



Nick Hollister drove his ancient Caprice Classic down the desert highway, having left his world behind only a few hours earlier. The radio was broken, and he lost himself in the reverie of the road. It was after nine, and the wind pulled the car as if to tear it from the highway and toss it into the desert.

When he saw the sign announcing a rest stop, Nick realized he was going to have to pee soon. He pulled in and parked, and jogged through the gusty wind to the brick and cement toilets and relieved himself amid the cloying stench that seems to permeate all public men's rooms. He finished and stood in front of the metal mirror, looking at himself as he washed his hands.

His eyes were red rimmed and haunted, the normally light brown irises looking like mud. He hadn't shaved, and stubble coated his cheeks and chin, making him smile ruefully, because he knew he couldn't grow a real beard even if he tried. His face was long and thin, with a strong jaw and an average nose. He used to be considered handsome, but not now. Now he just looked tired. Tired and run down, like his life.

Nick stepped from the men's room into a strong gust that made him stop and lean into it. There didn't seem to be anyone around, save the semi's, dark and dead looking, in a far off lot. Wanting to grab some coffee for the road, Nick jogged over to the enclosure that housed several coin operated vending machines.

There was a woman there, a young woman, a girl. She looked at Nick warily and he tried to look as though he was ignoring her as he put his change into the coffee machine. He could see her reflected in the plastic surface of the vending machine, watching him. She was huddled in the corner of the enclosure, seeking some small shelter from the weather. He saw that she wore blue jeans and a cream colored sweater, with a jean jacket, and black high top sneakers. Next to her was a black nylon backpack, like a kid carries their school books in. She had short brown hair, and aside from looking wind blown, she wasn't dirty or messed up. She was actually kind of pretty.

Nick took the hot waxed paper cup from the receptacle, switching hands quickly against the scalding heat. He took a sip and burned his tongue on the acrid brew that wouldn't qualify as coffee in even the cheapest dive. He turned to hurry back to his car when the girl spoke.

"Where're you headed?" she asked, not rising from her squat in the corner.

"East," Nick replied, and he stepped out into the wind and hurried to his car as quickly as he could without spilling the scalding hot coffee on his hands. He got to the car and set the cup on the roof as he fumbled with his keys, and a strong gust pushed the cup over and spilled the coffee down his windshield. Swearing, Nick got the door open and was in the process of sitting when the wind picked up again and it began to rain. Nick was half soaked by the time he pulled the door closed, and he couldn't see anything at all through the windshield as the rain pounded loudly on the roof of the car.

Nick sat for a moment, then started the car and turned on the wipers, which cleared his vision for a second or two before the rain obscured it again until the next swipe of the wipers. He turned on the headlights and she appeared suddenly, standing in front of his car. It was the girl, thoroughly soaked and standing helplessly, hugging her backpack against her body.

The sound of the rain on the roof of the car was a thunderous racket, broken only by the sound of the wipers sweeping back and forth. Nick looked at the girl, standing alone and helpless in the rain, and he leaned across the seat and unlocked the passenger door.

The First Night

They drove in silence, the heat turned all the way up to combat the soaked girl's shivers. She had taken off her jacket and tossed it in the back seat with her backpack, and in the darkness of the car Nick tried very hard not to notice that the girl's jeans looked painted on, and she had nice legs. Her sweater was tight against her body, showing off her chest, full and round and, Nick was certain, very soft and warm.

Nick was hot, but he knew the extreme heat was the only thing keeping the girl from convulsing. He knew what would help, but there was no way he was about to suggest she change out of her wet clothes, assuming there was anything in that backpack to change into.

The distraction of the pretty girl was not welcome, as the wind continued to tear at the car, and visibility was next to nil. They had been driving for nearly and hour when he saw a lighted sign in the distance, a motel, and the vacancy sign was lit. Without consulting the girl, Nick pulled in to the parking lot and turned off the engine.

"I'm going to get a room," he said, not looking at her. "If you want one you're welcome to come in with me." Without waiting for a response, Nick threw open his door against the weather and he rushed inside the office. There was one room available, a double, and Nick took it. The old man behind the desk assured him that weather like they were experiencing happened rarely, but when it did it never lasted to morning.

Nick raced back to the car and started it, driving over to the room he had rented. When he'd parked, he turned to the girl. "They only had the one room. You're welcome to share it with me, if you want."

"I'll bet," the shivering girl said sarcastically.

"Suit yourself, but you're not sleeping in my car." Nick got out and went to the door of the room, opening it and going inside. He had to close the door against the elements, but he didn't settle in, pacing slowly through the room and wondering if he was really enough of an asshole to kick the poor girl out of his car. He wanted it to be there in the morning, after all, and he didn't know anything about the girl, other than that she was very pretty. Hell, he thought bitterly, I'm lucky if she hasn't jacked it already.

Nick pulled the door open and jumped. The girl was standing only inches from him, had been almost leaning against the door when it had been closed. He stared at her for a few seconds. "Did you lock my car?" she nodded and he stepped aside so she could enter. He watched her walk over to the chair that nobody ever sat in, her soaked shoes squelching with each step, and set her backpack on it, then walk to the vanity area and wash her face and hands with hot water.

Nick felt uncomfortable, not that they were alone, strangers in a motel room, but that he couldn't think of anything better to do than watch her. Studiously ignoring her then, Nick kicked off his loafers and lay on one of the beds, reaching awkwardly to turn on the TV and flip the channels with the remote bolted to the night stand.

He heard the bathroom door close, and the shower started. Nick's body seemed electrified, and he smashed his mind into submission with late night local television. Whenever he started to think his mind would fill with scenarios involving the naked pretty girl with the nice legs and ample bosom. His dick swelled and Nick flipped channels franticly.

The door opened and steam poured into the vanity area, instantly steaming the big mirror. She came out, a towel wrapped around her hips and hanging down to her knees, each step flashing a portion of her lovely thighs. Another towel was draped over her shoulders, the ends falling past and covering her breasts. She walked slowly to keep the lower towel from falling, over to the chair and she went through her backpack and retrieved a brush before returning to the vanity.

She wiped away the steam with her hand, and her eyes met his in the reflection. A blink and he returned his focus to the TV, flipping the channels again. Nick reflected on her body, her lean, softly curved body. Thin waisted, full hipped, softly curved legs, she was exactly like the girls Nick had dated in high school. He laughed inwardly at himself. She was like the girls Nick wished he had dated in high school. She didn't look like any of the street kids Nick had ever seen, she was healthier, well fed, and she was ten feet away from him, naked save for two cheap, white towels.

She raised one side of the towel to her hair and began rubbing vigorously, her exposed breast bouncing and jiggling very pleasantly, her areola small and puckered with the nipple standing like a pink pearl at its center. He watched her breast bounce, then slow to a gentle sway as she rubbed the towel against her head, and then he saw that she was watching him in the mirror again. Watching him watch her.

Nick thought quickly, trying to find any excuse to jump up and leave, or failing that, to be smooth and seduce her. Before he could formulate anything resembling a plan, she climbed onto the other bed, sitting cross legged facing the TV, and began to slowly pull the brush through her hair. The more Nick looked at her from the corner of his eye, the more magnificent she appeared. So beautiful, so young.

"What's your name?" Nick asked, trying to be nonchalant. "I'm Nick."

"Hi Nick," she said, still watching the TV. A full minute passed before she looked over at him, her dark hair falling in front of her eyes. "I'm Brynn."

"Interesting name," he said, "I don't think I've met a Brynn before. How old are you?"

Still looking at him steadily, still expressionless, she said, "Old enough."

A few moments passed in silence, only the TV chattering in the background, and then she turned away from him. Without asking permission, Nick turned off the TV and the light on the night stand, and the only light in the room was from the bathroom, reflecting on the vanity mirror. Nick sat on the edge of the bed opposite Brynn and stripped to his shorts. He pulled back the covers and slipped beneath them, and rolled on his side so she was behind him.

He could hear the wind and rain outside now, and her breathing. Her bed creaked, and Nick imagined he felt her climbing into his bed, moving her smooth young body against his, but the light turned out, and in the darkness he heard her pulling back the covers on her own bed. She was quiet, breathing regularly, deeply. And when he was certain she must be asleep, Nick slowly, quietly, stroked his dick until he came, wiping away his cum with a corner of the sheet, and almost immediately falling asleep.

The Second Day

When Nick woke the next morning, Brynn was still asleep, her covers pulled up around her neck. He sneaked out into the early morning sunshine and got the suitcase from his trunk, then went back inside and swapped his previous day's clothes for fresh. He took his fresh underwear and jeans into the bathroom with him and he showered, taking a few moments to stroke another come out of his system, picturing Brynn's body, and specifically her breast, bouncing softly in the mirror's reflection.

He was shaving when she sat up, and she pulled a sheet with her when she rose, wrapping it around her, and passed him silently and closed the bathroom door behind her. Hearing a muffled exclamation, Nick hurried to her bed and searched, returning to the vanity carrying her towels from the night before. The bathroom door opened a crack, and before she could say anything he was holding the towels to the door, where she could easily reach them. They were pulled from his grasp and the door closed again.

She was still showering when Nick checked out, and the older woman acting as clerk told him there was a diner a few miles further along. He went back to the room and saw Brynn had already changed into a short, loose cloth skirt with blue flowers printed on it, and a white tank top that emphasized her chest, not that he imagined anything could make her chest unattractive. She was putting on little brown sandals, and she had packed all of her things into the backpack already.

There seemed to have been a silent agreement made somewhere, because she went to his passenger door and waited as he got in and unlocked it for her. They drove down the highway and found the diner easily enough, and they ate a hearty breakfast, Brynn wolfing her food as though it had been a day or two since she'd eaten. Nick got them both coffees to go and paid, and when they were in the car, the engine idling, Brynn leaned over to Nick and kissed his cheek softly.

He stared at her with a comically confused expression, and she smiled, a bright beautiful smile. Her eyes were green, Nick noticed, a beautiful shade of light green. "Thank you for breakfast, Nick. Thank you for breakfast and for the room last night." She paused and her smile became a little more...knowing? "And thank you for not trying anything last night or this morning. I know how hard is must have been." As they pulled onto the highway, Nick couldn't wipe the grin from his face.

They drove for a while, watching the morning light on the desert scenery, and Brynn rolled down the window and crossed her arms on the door, her head resting on them, the wind blowing her face and whipping her hair. Nick stole frequent glances, the little skirt affording a much better view of her legs than blue jeans had. He found himself imagining how soft they were, and he longed to touch them, to rub his cheek on her thigh, yet there were no stirrings below, no erotic tension. That gave Nick something to wonder about.

Brynn sat back, smiling, and smoothed her little skirt, brushed her hands over her thighs. "Can we turn on the radio?"

"It's never worked," Nick said, not stopping her when she leaned forward and turned the dials.

"What about the A/C?" Brynn asked. It was getting very hot, and perspiration tickled as drops ran down to be absorbed by her shirt.

Nick told her to roll up her window and he turned on the air conditioning, the sudden blast of cold air making Brynn sigh. They drove on into the desert morning, and Nick felt happy. He had no idea why, but he was happy.

"Nineteen," Brynn said, completely out of nowhere. She saw his puzzled glance at her and she laughed. "I'm nineteen. You asked me last night, and I didn't tell you."

"You're not shy" Nick had no idea why he'd said it, but he had been having some difficulty getting the mental image of her in the motel room, dressed only in towels, out of his head.

"Why are you going East? Where are you going?" Brynn asked him, and he allowed her to change the subject.

"I'm going to Chicago. I grew up there." He told her of growing up in Chicago, of being a normal anonymous kid in high school. He found himself unloading his memories, of how he'd attended the university and had enjoyed himself while at school, but every night it was back home to the same old drudgery. He told her about his first love, and of their eventual break up, and his graduation with a B.A. in English.

He had been anxious to escape his life and start new, and had moved to Los Angeles only to discover that there weren't many opportunities for him. He'd taken jobs with various companies, working as a telemarketer, electronics salesperson, a customer service rep for a cable company, and lastly in customer service for an electronics manufacturer. He'd always struggled to make ends meet, giving up anything that might resemble a social life. He hadn't had a date in over three years.

"Wow." Brynn was taken slightly aback. "Why are you going back to Chicago?"

"My mom died in an accident a few weeks back, and I need to go back and close things down, sell the house and all of that kind of stuff." Nick glanced down and saw her hand on the seat between them, reaching for him but not imposing. He took her small, delicate hand in his and felt her squeeze softly.

"I'm sorry about your mom." He looked at her and thanked her, and her expression was so sad, so heartfelt, so real. Her eyes were so green... His attention jerked back to the road and he swerved to regain the lane.

After some silent time, Brynn began to speak softly. "My mom died when I was three, and I don't know who my dad is. I grew up in an orphanage, until I was eight, and then I started living with foster parents." She told Nick about the constant shuffling in her early life, moving from family to family about once a year. She told him about the nice families and the one that wasn't so nice, with the foster father who always wanted her to sit on his lap, when she was fifteen.

"My last family was the Tollers, and I lived with them for two years, actually almost three because they didn't have to let me stay after I turned eighteen, but they did. They felt like a real family to me and they were so mad at me for taking off." She turned to stare out the window.

"Why did you leave? Where are you going?" She seemed so tiny, so helpless, though she was only a few inches shorter than his 5' 9". Nick couldn't imagine her making it on her own. She didn't answer, and he didn't press.

He pulled in to the parking lot of a truck stop and they went inside. Nick bought lunch and after she'd finished her burger and fries, she sat back contentedly and smiled at him. "Nick, I need to see the world. I need to be free. I've spent my whole life being shuffled around, one family to the next, and never had any choice in it. I tried to be good, tried to settle down with the Tollers. I got a job as a bagger at a supermarket, and then I was a barista for a while."

"I woke up a couple of weeks ago and knew that I didn't belong there. I packed up everything and closed my bank account and took off. Mary, Mrs. Toller, and I shouted at each other until her face was beet red. She said I was ungrateful, that I had used them," a tear streaked down her cheek, "But I really am grateful. I love them more than they can ever know. I just need to be free."

They were standing at the counter, ready to pay, and the waitress had just arrived to take Nick's money, when a large man stepped in front of Nick and handed the middle aged woman his bill and a credit card. As she ran the card, the big man looked over his shoulder at Nick, leering at him triumphantly, challenging him. Nick glanced at Brynn, who was watching him expectantly, and he shrugged, paying after the big man had left.

It was late afternoon, and Brynn began to sing, softly, and Nick listened but wasn't familiar with the song. She was no professional, there was no doubt about that, but he found her voice pleasant. He suggested a song, but she wasn't familiar with it, nor did she know the next four he suggested. She countered with a few of her own, but not only did he not know the songs, he hadn't even heard of the bands.

They did manage to discover that they were both familiar with easy listening, or "old Music" as Brynn called it. She sang some Manilow and some Boston, and he joined her to sing a Peter Cetera song. They both smiled and laughed, and Nick reflected later, as she slept, that she had made his sadness disappear, for a time.

She had lain down on the seat to sleep, and Nick had at first tentatively touched her hair as she slept, but after an hour or so he had become comfortable enough to comb his fingers through her soft, pretty hair. He was tired, and when another motel presented itself he stopped and got a room.

Nick returned to the car to find Brynn awake, standing next to the open passenger door, yawning and stretching. They drove closer to the room, and Nick was glad to have found a larger chain motel, where the conveniences would be better. They entered the double room and Nick set his suitcase down next to the door, Brynn put her backpack on the unused chair and stood for a moment, looking at the double beds.

Nick stretched and watched Brynn walk to the bathroom, pulling off her tank top as she walked, and reaching back to unfasten her bra as the entered the bathroom and closed the door. Nick was still standing there, stupidly, when the door opened again a few minutes later.

Brynn stepped through the door, naked but for the towel she held to her chest, draping down over the front of her but not covering much. "Do you need anything before I get in the shower?" She spoke softly, seeming so soft, so innocent.




The Road Home



"No," Nick answered, clearing his throat. "No, I'll wait until you're finished and then I'll take a shower." Brynn waited for another moment and then seemed to roll her eyes and went into the bathroom. Nick heard the shower start and noticed that the door was still open a few inches. He watched the steam pour through the door and across the ceiling as he sat on the bed. It was fifteen minutes before the shower stopped and he heard the shower door slide open, and he turned on the TV and began to flip through the channels.

Brynn stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped beneath her arms, hanging down to her upper thigh, her hair wrapped in another towel. She stood, looking at Nick sadly, and then sat on the center of her bed, her legs folded beneath her and watched the channels flip by on the TV.

Nick rose and went into the bathroom, handing Brynn the remote control as he passed her. He got into the shower and let the hot water spray into his face as he leaned on both arms against the wall. When the water began to cool, about five minutes later, he washed his hair and body. After toweling his hair, Nick wrapped a towel around his waist and went out into the room, where Brynn lay in bed, the covers arranged to cover her breasts but leaving her shoulders and much of her back exposed. The towels lay on the floor, and her still damp hair was wild.

They looked at each other for a while, the room silent, and then Brynn's leg slid beneath the sheets, straightening. Nick walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge opposite Brynn, pulled back the covers and let the towel drop as he slid beneath them. He reached over and turned off the light, settling into the bed.

Nick listened to Brynn's gentle breathing, heard every movement of her legs or body as a whisper of the sheets. He could picture her clearly, her lithe little body rolling over, her legs sliding against one another seeking comfort, her cheek on the pillow. She was so close to him, only a few feet away, and he felt close to her emotionally as well, the singing, the sharing of their pasts. He felt as though he was closer to this girl that he had met only twenty four hours or so before, than he had been with anyone else in his life. Nick rolled onto his side, facing away from Brynn, and he went to sleep.

The Third Day

Nick woke to find he was alone, and he jumped from the bed and raced to the bathroom, finding it empty. He turned and saw that his suitcase was open and had been riffled through, some of his clothes missing, his wallet was missing from the table, and her backpack was missing from the chair. He looked out the window and saw his car was still there, and he turned and walked, shoulders slumped and his heart breaking, into the bathroom.

Nick sat down on the toilet and put his face into his hands. He was motionless, without thought, stunned. A wracking sob shook him, and he began to cry. He wailed from pain and anguish, and felt his hot tears drip on his hands. His wailing ended after only a few minutes, the tears a minute after that, but the sobs continued, shaking him.

He stood and picked up a towel from the floor, wrapping it around his waist, and he went out into the room. He froze at the sound of a key in the lock, and the door opened. Brynn walked in, her backpack in hand. She was wearing a tight black miniskirt and a yellow t-shirt with her sandals, and she was smiling.

She saw him and the smile disappeared, replaced by shocked concern. "What happened?" she cried, dropping her backpack and running to him. She reached up and touched his face, his red, swollen eyes. He stared down at her, unable to speak, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Brynn's expression softened, her eyes became sad. "Did you think I'd left you?" She turned and retrieved her backpack and set it on the bed. She took out several items of clothing, some hers, some his, all of them carefully folded. Next she took out his wallet, placing it on his shirts. "I hoped you wouldn't mind. I was running out of clean clothes, and so were you, so I thought-"

Nick grabbed Brynn's shoulder and he turned her around, taking her into his arms and he pressed his lips to hers. He felt her arms around him, her hands on his back, pulling him closer, and she began to kiss him back, sucking softly on his lips. Their mouths parted and they breathed heavily together, their eyes locked together, searching.

Brynn put her head down on his shoulder, still holding him tightly, and she murmured, "I wish I'd done the laundry yesterday." She looked up into his eyes again, searching them for something. "I won't ditch you, Nick. I won't leave without saying goodbye."

Nick released her, and after a moment Brynn released him as well. "I'd better get dressed," Nick said, picking up his freshly laundered clothes and wallet and walking over to sit on his bed. Brynn watched him putting clothes into his suitcase, taking some out, getting his clothes ready for the day. He held up one of his shirts and said, "Thank you."

Brynn watched him close his suitcase and set it aside, and then he stood and went into the bathroom, carrying his clothes. The door closed.

Nick set his clothes on the back of the toilet and took off his towel, dropping it on the floor. He picked up the briefs from his stack of clothes and was inserting his foot when the door opened and Brynn pushed inside. "What are you-"

"This is bullshit!" Brynn was inside the small bathroom then, Nick's back pressed to the sliding door of the shower. She looked very angry, and he was at a loss for what to do, for how to react. "You don't get to kiss me like that and then walk away like it never happened! You don't get to make me think that you care and then pull it all away from me. You did that all day yesterday, all night, no matter how much I tried to-" she paused, searching for words, finally settling for an aggravated exclamation.

Nick was painfully aware that he was naked, except for the briefs hanging from one ankle. Brynn didn't seem to care. She was so angry. "I'm ten years older than you."

"And you have the brains of a rock!" Brynn answered hotly and then turned, as if to leave, but turned around again. "I've spent every minute of every day since I left home afraid that someone would hurt me. I thought I'd have to fight to keep guys off of me, and I have. As soon as I meet the one guy who I want to start something, you won't!"

"I don't want to take advantage of you." His voice was steady, the words heartfelt.

Brynn stepped closer to him, forcing his back against the shower doors. "You know what? I get to decide! You be honest with me and say, 'You look hot,' and I say 'go away' or I say 'kiss me again'. Don't protect me by keeping yourself away from me. Don't take away my choice."

"I know you want me. I heard you the other night. I thought it was so sweet, and kinda hot."

Nick was blushing furiously, embarrassed and angry at her for talking about his masturbation. "It wasn't sweet! It was sick! You were helpless, defenseless, and I was thinking about all of the ways I could take advantage of you."

Brynn placed her palms on his chest. "And you didn't do any of them. You took care of me and made me feel safe. You've been feeding me and taking care of me from the minute we met."

"I don't want sex for being a nice guy, for giving you a ride and a couple of meals." He meant it to sound honest, to explain why he hadn't pushed her.

"Screw you!" Brynn burst into tears. "I'm not a whore. I don't want to fuck you to thank you for being nice to me. If I was like that I wouldn't have needed your help!" She ran out of the bathroom and out of sight.

"Brynn!" Nick charged after her, tripping on his shorts and stumbling into the vanity counter, rising just in time to see the door slam shut. He hurried to dress, pulling on his jeans, and then his t-shirt as he ran to the door and out into the parking lot. Even at nine-thirty in the morning, the blacktop seared his bare feet as he turned in circles, looking for Brynn. Traffic was shooting by in both directions up on the highway, and only the fact that she had left her backpack kept him from running in search of her.

After retrieving his wallet and putting on his socks and shoes, Nick went into the office and bought the room for another night. He went to the vending machines and got a few sodas, and brought them back to the room before he thought about filling the ice bucket and storing the sodas in it.

Nick pulled the unused chair around in front of the TV and sat in it, watching daytime television. He didn't move from the chair once, even refusing maid service. His mood had turned dark and foul, and by the time the afternoon talk shows began he was seething with anger. He knew he couldn't afford delays. He had already spent almost all of his budgeted food money because of Brynn. Things were going to be tough, and he'd be dipping into gas money if things continued they way they had been going.

He was halfway through the six o'clock news when he heard the key in the door. Brynn came in and closed the door softly. Nick couldn't tear his eyes from the TV screen, he was so angry he was afraid he'd become violent. Brynn approached him slowly, and she got down onto her knees next to the chair, and then moved around in front of him. She laid her head gently in his lap, her arms around his legs, hugging them. "I'm not a whore." She had whispered it, but he heard her clearly.

Nick put his hand on the side of her head, softly stroking her hair. It felt dry and rough after her day in the desert air, but it felt good under his fingers. The news ended, and they did not move, except his hand as he gently stroked her hair.

"Why didn't you leave?" Brynn turned her head and he began to stroke the other side. She sniffled.

"I had your backpack." Nick stared at the TV screen, knowing that he was lying, but not sure why.

"You could have left it at the office for me. You could have left and been on your way without me. You shouldn't have spent your money staying here another night. "You didn't know if I'd come back."

"Yes I did," he said, still stroking her hair. "You said that you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. You didn't say goodbye, and I wasn't going to leave you alone either."

Nick stood and Brynn continued to hug his legs, looking up at him. He reached down, holding his hand out to her, and she released his legs, taking his hand and letting him pull her up to her feet. He put his arms around her and held her tight, feeling her arms wrap around him tightly as well, and they stood together, drawing strength from one another.

Nick released her slowly, and she let her arms drop to her sides. He leaned down and kissed her. Brynn's arms went around his neck, and he reached down farther and lifted her up into his arms, cradling her to him.

Brynn looked around, fascinated, smiling at the room. Nick was surprised by her lightness and his ability to lift her and hold her. They kissed again, and Brynn kicked her feet happily, her sandals landing near the door. He carried her to his bed and set her down gently, never taking his arms from her and lying down with her. As they kissed, her hands moved over his shoulders, arms and chest, and she began to make happy little noises in her throat.

Nick let his hand roam over her belly, feeling it tighten and jump beneath his hand. He moved it up slowly over her breast, savoring the warmth and softness, and he squeezed tenderly, almost laughing with joy when she moaned into his mouth.

Brynn pulled her arms away from him and she quickly pulled her shirt off over her head, sitting up. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, shrugging it off and then collapsing back to the bed and putting her arms around him again. He moved to kiss her lips again but was pulled instead by some undeniable force that placed his lips on her nipple. Her flesh was warm and soft under his lips, and his tongue tasted her drawn, slightly pebbled areola before running over the hard pearl of her nipple.

He sucked softly, drawing her into his mouth, and he heard her moan, her fingers running through his hair, pulling his face to her breast. His hand was on her hip, feeling the denim of her skirt, and then her soft thigh with hidden strength beneath her softness. His hand moved up, sliding her skirt up, and he felt the elastic band of her panties. He looped a finger around the thin band, and pulled away from her breast to look down, unfamiliar with her low-rise thong.

Comforted, he slid his hand around to feel the softness of her ass, squeezing, kneading her warm, soft, smooth skin. Brynn was moving her head from side to side, her smile big and showing all of her perfect, white teeth. She moaned loudly and hugged Nick's head, and he found himself kissing her lips again, and then their tongues touched and they tasted each other's mouths.

Brynn pushed Nick onto his back and scrambled onto him, a thigh on either side of his hips, and she swivelled her hips slowly, pressing down and grinding against the hardness in his pants. He sat up quickly and took her breast in his hand and they kissed, hard, before she pushed him back to the bed. She smiled the smile of a victorious predator, drawing the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away their saliva, her eyes on his and smoldering with the intensity of her passion.

Brynn leaned down, her fingertips digging into Nick's chest, and continued grinding herself against him, and he watched, fascinated, as her eyes alternately widened and glowed fiercely or closed altogether. Her lips pulled into an adorable pout, her face becoming very serious, and he thought she looked as though she was concentrating on something. He was almost worried, as she seemed to be in pain, and then she gasped and her face came alive, her smile blazing away any signs of discomfort. Her eyes were so alive, and when her eyes found his he felt as though electric warmth came from them, filling him to overflowing.

Brynn reached down and grasped his hardness through his jeans, and feeling him against her palm her eyes flared with excitement. She stood quickly, stumbling against the other bed, and dropped her skirt, then turned away from him and bent at the waist, slowly sliding her panties down. He groaned, unable to tear his eyes away, but the lower her panties descended, the more his balls tightened and ached.

Brynn stood and held her panties up at her shoulder level swinging them around on her finger. Her smile was excited, and her eyes flashed with passion, and she tossed her panties away across the room and took a step toward Nick. He gasped, realizing he hadn't breathed, and watched the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, the most beautiful girl he'd ever imagined, walking to him.

She went to the foot of the bed and untied his running shoes, then pulled one off and tossed it away with the same air of disinterest as she had shown her panties. The other shoe followed, and then his socks. Nick sat up and grabbed the hem of his shirt, but Brynn hurried over and slapped his hands away. When they were at his side again, Brynn took the bottom of his shirt and slid it up slowly, up, up, and over his head, and then flying across the room. She ran her palms slowly over his chest and belly as he laid back slowly onto the bed.

She unfastened his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly, putting her hand onto his hardness through only the cotton of his briefs. Nick moaned, looked at her, and then his eyes widened. Oh shit! Oh no!" Nick got up quickly and closed his pants, running across the room to where his shirt had landed.

"What?" Brynn sat on the edge of the bed, completely perplexed.

He had pulled on his shirt and was jamming his feet into his shoes, leaving them untied as he ran to the door. "I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" He opened the door and then turned and ran back to her, kissing her hard on the mouth, then turned and left, slamming the door behind him, not seeing the tight curl of her toes, the result of his kiss.

Nick burst into the office and was thankful the clerk was a man. "Where can I get condoms around here?"

The man laughed softly. "If I kept them here behind the counter I could make a million selling them for ten bucks a pop, I can tell you."

"That's funny! Where are they? I'm kind of in a hurry." His whole body was trembling, and he didn't want to think about how Brynn had looked when he'd run out.

The clerk told him of a convenience store about three hundred yards away, and was starting to make another humorous statement when the door slammed. Nick ran as fast as he could, across the parking lot and past the fast food drive-thru he hadn't known was there, and into the convenience store with gas station.

He rushed up and down the aisles and finally threw himself against the counter and asked where the condoms were. When told they were kept behind the counter, Nick pulled out his wallet and held several bills against the Plexiglas. "How much?"

"Single or a box?" Time stopped. Nick considered his dangerously little amount of funds, and then thought about Brynn, back in the room, naked... "Gimme the biggest damn box you've got!" Seconds later, Nick was running back to the motel as fast as he could, the box of condoms in hand. He hadn't wanted to wait for a bag.

He burst through the door and tossed the box to Brynn, who, though surprised by his entrance, caught it deftly. She laughed aloud, reading the box, as Nick kicked to get his shoes off and tore at his shirt. He pulled his jeans down and tripped on them, falling to his knees, and crawled up onto the bed, his jeans finally dropping off and onto the floor.

Panting and sweating, he laid his head back on a pillow, and Brynn kissed him tenderly. When she finished she held the little plastic square up for him to see and smiled sweetly. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." She moved down his body and took his waistband in her hands, sliding his briefs down his legs, and off. She ran her fingertips up his legs, playing with the hair, until she reached his scrotum, and she cradled his balls in her palm as he moaned softly, the ache lessening slightly.

Sweeping the hair from her eyes, Brynn leaned forward and kissed softly on the underside of his dick, just above his scrotum, and his cock leapt. He saw her soft smile before she kissed again, slightly higher, and again. She softly kissed up the entire length, taking his swollen glans into her mouth and then turning her head so that his cock stood proudly. Her free hand rubbed tenderly across his belly as her tongue swept circles around the head of his cock. Her fingers continued the soft massage of his balls,and Nick moaned, the multiple sensations overwhelming him.

Nick wasn't a virgin. He'd had his dick sucked on several times in the past and thought he'd had it done very well, but he gazed on Brynn with awe as she slowly used her mouth to make love to his raging member. He couldn't tear his eyes away even as he trembled and moaned softly. Sweat began to stand out on his face, and across his body as he strained, trying so hard to not lose control. His hands clenched into fists as he fought for control, determined that his night not end too soon, or badly.

"W-what about the, the condom?" He stammered, and Brynn looked up at him, with an annoyed expression.

"Hush!" She returned her attention to his straining purple glans. She put out her tongue and ran it around and then over his cock head, already gleaming with moisture. Lowering her mouth onto him, Brynn sucked softly on him as she took him deeper, the added sensation on his sensitive cock making Nick stretch out and moan. "Please! Don't make me c-come yet."

Brynn smiled at him, and holding his throbbing cock in one hand, she brought the packet up to her lips with the other and tore the packet open using her teeth. Brynn shook loose the latex sheath and pulled it free of the packet with her lips. She placed the ring atop his violet hued staff and slowly rolled it down until it was snug. She waggled her eyebrows at him, leering. "Ribbed for my pleasure?"




The Road Home



"It's what they gave me." He was straining, trying to control himself.

"In a hurry, were you?" Brynn smiled wickedly and moved up to kiss Nick, taking his shoulder and pulling him to her, over her, as she lay down on her back, giving herself to him. Nick held himself over her, his arms straining, as he moved his hips into position, getting ready, and then he paused, his expression worried.

"Have you ever, I mean, are you a, I-I mean..." Even through hs exertions, the sweat dripping from him onto her body, Brynn saw that he was beginning to blush. His meaning became clear to her, and her own expression turned to proud affection.

"For you, I am. Hush now." And when his mouth descended on hers, Brynn kissed him passionately, their tongues swirling first in her mouth and then in his, and then he entered her, filling her, and her nails bit into his sides and she turned her head and gasped. She turned her face back to his and they kissed, gasping and moaning together as he moved inside her, each feeling the other's excitement, their motions, their joy.

Nick sucked on her lips softly, trying hard to keep it slow without losing control, but it was so difficult. He fought his instinct to take his pleasure, he would not give in, he would make love to this girl for as long as he could, or die trying if necessary. Her kisses, her moans and girlish cries of passion were tearing into him like knives, stripping away his resolve. Her fingers scratched at his back and shoulders and she pulled his hair, writhing beneath him and rising to meet his thrusts with her own. "You are so beautiful," he moaned into her ear.

Nick lowered himself gently until he was on her, his arms holding her tightly. He was inside her completely, moving his hips to rub and move inside her but unwilling to withdraw. The thrusting, sliding of him within her resulted from her movements alone, except when she moved and any part of him was not inside her and he pushed into her again, unwilling to withdraw. Brynn gasped and pulled her mouth from his, whimpering softly. "Please fuck me."

Nick began to slide his cock in and out of Brynn slowly, and she moved her arms up and hugged his neck as they kissed, making soft animal noises deep in her throat in time with his motion. Her hips rose to meet him, grinding hard against him when he was inside her completely. Nick felt her leg cross the backs of his thighs, pulling him to her.

Brynn released Nick's neck, tangling her fingers in his damp hair, and she broke their kisses to look into his eyes. He saw raw animal hunger there, and he felt his own passion rise. "Oh Nick, take me. Give me all of you." As their lips met again, Nick thrust harder, moving faster inside her. He felt her pussy moving around him, felt her heart pounding in her chest against him. She broke away from their kiss again and held him tightly, crying out softly with each rapid breath, her lips so close to his ear.

The sound of her excitement proved more than he could bear. Not wanting to let go of her body, Nick's hips shook as he pumped them frantically, and Brynn's cries grew louder, her nails biting into the skin on his back, her legs wrapping tightly around his body. A thrill ran up the back of Nick's neck, and his scalp tingled.

Nick felt something strange, horrible, and wonderful, all at once, as white hot sensation shot at once up his spine and down to grip and burn his testicles. He shook and growled as the fire shot through his body, down his arms and his legs, and from his balls up to the head of his cock. He thought of nothing, he couldn't think, the only thing that existed in his consciousness was Brynn, and the sensation of her pussy grabbing him, holding him, and the conflagration inside him exploded, pulling his eyes back into his head, making him roar as he came inside her.

He collapsed inwardly, exhausted, and his weight rested on Brynn's soft, wet body. He held her, panting hard, unable to catch his breath or slow his heart. He heard Brynn say, "Wow," and he felt her kiss his shoulder, her lips soft and cool on his damp skin. Her hands ran smoothly over his back, and he felt her shuddering beneath him.

A short while later, Nick wasn't sure if he'd fallen asleep or not, Brynn separated herself from him and he felt her tugging softly on his now surely limp dick, and he felt the sensation of the condom popping free. Brynn rose and went into the bathroom, and when she returned she leaned over him from the side of the bed and kissed his lips.

"Did you..." Nick paused, trying to think of the proper terminology before giving up. "Did you?" Fingers brushed his chest and he heard her say softly, "I could have, but no. I don't mind though. It was beautiful."

"I could help you." His heart had almost calmed to normal and his breathing was hardly strained at all, and he wanted so much to please this amazing girl.

"Don't. Don't make this cheap. You were a stallion. You took me to places I've never dreamed of, and I'm not kidding. I wouldn't change one thing about what we just did." Brynn lay down next to Nick, and they held each other.

The Fourth Day

Nick was having the most amazingly good dream when he woke, and realized that reality was so much better. He was on his back, and as his eyes opened and focused he saw Brynn, her palms flat on his chest, her breasts rolling softly in time with her motion. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting her upper lip, her hips swaying softly as she rode him. She saw his eyes were open and she shushed him before closing her eyes again.

Nick lay very still, his heart beginning to pound, his body electrified by the sensations pulsing through him as she slowly moved herself on him. She made a small cry deep in her throat, and then another escaped her parting lips. Her hips rolled slightly faster and he felt her moving around him. She sat back, sitting straight upright, and squeezed her breast as she sucked a finger of the other hand.

He watched as the blush began on her cheeks, slowly but visibly moving down her neck and spreading across her chest. Her breathing was rough and became faster, and she growled and cried out softly. She fell onto him, her hands on his chest again, and her hips began to jump frantically. He could see that she was consumed, her mouth hanging open, her eyes shut but eyebrows high on her face, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps, and then she was still, though Nick could feel the titanic struggle going on within her, around his cock.

Brynn sat up again suddenly, and her hands pressed to her eyes, then slid down to her cheeks, and then her neck, over her breasts and slowly down over her belly to tangle in the downy tuft of her pubic hair. She shook then, and let out a long exhalation that was broken by deep internal shudders. Her eyes opened and she was looking at him from beneath heavy lidded, sleepy eyes. "Good morning, Nick."

Nick was no match for the instincts this time. He rolled her over, and she squealed happily as her back slammed down onto the bed. He held her legs high and plunged into her with force, then leaned on her hard, forcing her knees back to her chest and began to ram himself into her. Her giggles changed immediately to cries broken by moans of delight, his only contribution being low, animal grunts in time with his thundering thrusts.

He took her, his focus entirely on her beautiful face and the changes that came over it as he rammed into her again and again. She seemed overwhelmed, her hands tearing at her hair as her face went from side to side, and she wailed with her passion. The bed began to rock against the wall, pounding like a bass drum the fast, steady rhythm of his passion.

Nick was a determined, focused machine. He was powerful and strong, and he continued without pause, except for one instant when he repositioned, holding one of her gorgeous legs up high by the ankle and leaning on the other as she was forced to lean to one side. The bed pounded more rapidly against the wall and the shades on the lamps mounted to the wall shook.

His grunts became growls and as he slammed mercilessly into her they changed again into loud shouts, and as he felt his body begin to convulse he roared again, his roar thundering to the heavens, his seed shooting from him in painful gouts. He remained frozen for almost a full minute before falling onto his heels, breathing fast and feeling like the king of all predators, the lord of all beasts. He released her ankle, and Brynn's leg lowered slowly, her little foot curled tightly, as if to make a fist.

He saw Brynn's face, gleaming with perspiration and glowing. Her eyes were open, but slits, her smile enormous on her face. She was panting, closing her mouth to attempt to moisten her tongue, but then opening it again to draw in more air. He pulled himself from her slowly, discovering that she had put a condom onto him before beginning, and that while not rock hard as before, the actual size hadn't seemed to diminish much. He worked the condom down and off, carelessly placing it on the foot of the bed, and he laid down next to Brynn, taking her into his arms.

When her breathing had returned to normal, Brynn rose and took Nick by the hand, leading him to the shower. They kissed and held each other as the water warmed, and then stood together in the spray and took turns slowly and meticulously washing one another. They dressed and packed their things, and Nick brought their bags out to the car and locked them in the trunk before going to the office to check out. Brynn was waiting in the car when he returned, and they pulled away from the motel and onto the highway, driving ten miles before speaking.

"Hey Nick? I don't want to embarrass you or anything..."

He glanced at her, smiling. "But?"

Brynn hugged herself tightly and leaned forward, stomping her high tops on the floor of the car repeatedly, quickly, as she wiggled frenetically in her seat, squealing with joy. After a few moments she stopped and sat back, and she looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. "I just wanted to tell you that."

It was a while before Nick could stop laughing. "Yeah, me too." Nick's heart was full, and he was exploding inside with feeling. It was like nothing he'd ever known before, and he would do anything, anything, to keep that feeling.

It was mid-afternoon and they had been singing again. Nick was starving, and he imagined that Brynn must be as well. "You want some drive-thru?"

She nodded and looked out over the farmland. Her hand was resting on her belly, and Nick began to worry about her. He pulled off the highway at the first opportunity, ignoring the drive-thru window. He parked instead, and offered to run inside so he could stretch his legs, and took her order. When he returned he found she was gone, but he didn't worry, getting into the car and waiting. About five minutes passed, and he was starting to worry, when she exited by the side door of the restaurant and got into the car. "Sorry, bathroom break."

Nick started the car and pulled out, handing her the bag that smelled so good. She pulled out the burger and opened the wrapper, finishing half quickly before asking where Nick's food was. He nonchalantly told her he had eaten while he was waiting, and she nodded, but began to eat more slowly. When she finished she pulled the little bag of french fries from the bag and offered to share, but he refused.

After about an hour of driving in silence, Brynn crossed her arms, seeming to be upset. She stewed in her anger for forty-five minutes before turning to him. "You didn't eat, did you?"

"Of course I did." He said it normally, plainly, but he could tell that she knew it was a blatant lie.

"Don't. Don't lie to me." She looked out the window at the crops in the fields. "I need to be able to trust you, Nick. Please don't lie to me."

"I'm out of money. I figure I have just enough for gas and maybe one more real meal for both of us and we've got at least another full day of driving before Chicago."

"You should have eaten, Nick. I feel bad because you're hungry and it's all my fault."

"I wanted you to eat. I was worried about you."

"Nick-"

"I wanted you to eat. I want to take care of you. Can't you leave it at that?"

"I'm not important, Nick. I'll be okay. You can't-"

"You aren't important? I can do whatever the hell I want with my money." He looked at her, anger flashing in his eyes. "It's my choice. We get to make our own choices, remember?"

Brynn turned her face to the window and stared out at the miles and miles of flat farmland, praying that Nick was angry enough, or distracted enough by driving, to miss the tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks. She reflected on everything he'd done for her since picking her up, and she saw what a terrible burden she had become for him. She pretended to fix her hair, wiping away her tears.

"I'm sorry Nick. You're right. I'm sorry for arguing with you." She paused, looking at him for a minute. "Nick, thank you for taking care of me. Really. Thank you." He looked over at her, ready for more fighting, but he saw the sincerity in her eyes, and he smiled weakly.

"Brynn?" Nick reached his hand out to her and she took it. "I want you to know, to me you're important. I-" Nick paused and felt her hand begin to tremble in his, and he squeezed it to give her comfort. "I really care for you. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." Brynn leaned over and kissed his cheek, and they continued to hold hands until the sun went down.

That evening they drove on, Brynn singing happy, fun songs, with Nick joining in when he could. They were having a good time, and it was very late, after eleven, when Brynn began to sing an old Chicago song, You're The Inspiration. She was singing the lyrics, and Nick was loving the sound of her voice, when she stopped in the middle of a line. "I'm sorry, I have to stop. I'm really tired and I want to take a nap."

Brynn lay down on the seat and Nick stroked her hair softly as she fell asleep. He drove on through the night, making good time, and he felt really good about himself, about his future, for the first time in a very long time. She had put the tune in his head, and he hummed You're The Inspiration all night long.

The Fifth Day

It was only seven when Nick pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop and woke Brynn. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking around, and she hugged him tightly. Nick held her, smiling. "I promised you one more good meal before Chicago, and it looks like this is a good place."

Brynn looked out the window at the expanse of blacktop, the large buildings of the restaurant and truck maintenance facilities, and the acres of parked semi's. "Yeah, this looks like a good place."

Brynn had Nick get her backpack out of the trunk for her, so she could freshen up, and they went in and grabbed a small booth near the back. The waitress came over and they ordered coffees. Brynn took Nick's hand across the table. "Why don't you go wash up? Shave, wash your face, whatever. You've been driving for almost twenty-four hours and I want you to take a few minutes, okay?"

Nick went into the bathroom and stood, splashing cold water on his face. He looked up into the mirror, thinking that he looked one hell of a lot better than the face that had looked at him a few days earlier. He smiled and shook his head tiredly, feeling sorry for that guy he had been before, before he had met Brynn.

He took off his shirt and washed, feeling quite a bit better for it. Then after a much needed trip to the toilet stall, he went back out into the restaurant, eager for breakfast. Brynn wasn't there, but their coffees were, and he sat down and poured a bit of sugar into his cup and stirred.

The waitress came over to the table after he had finished about half of his coffee, and he politely asked her to come back when his guest returned. The waitress, an older woman with too much lipstick applied badly, had a look on her face, an expression of pain, and he felt his stomach clench. The man from the insurance company had that look when he told Nick his mother had died.

"Your girl left a while ago. Right after you went in the bathroom she asked me to borrow my pen, and she wrote you this note." The waitress handed him a folded napkin, and he unfolded it and blinked at it, his eyes refusing to focus.

"I'm so sorry I'm not brave enough to keep my promise to you. Goodbye"

With no recollection of how he got there, Nick stood outside the door of the restaurant, scanning the parking lot and screaming Brynn's name. He found himself on his knees, still screaming her name, but he couldn't see, his eyes burned so badly.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up and saw the waitress. "She left with a trucker, Sweetie. I don't know him, but they were probably on the road for twenty minutes before I gave you her note. Come back in and finish your coffee, then you can go find your girl."

Nick climbed to his feet and swayed unsteadily. He told the waitress he'd be right in, and he began to walk around the building, and then out across the lot toward the trucks. It was possible someone saw the truck she'd gotten on, and either knew the driver or at least the direction they left in.

The first driver he stopped listened to him, and the look in his eyes transformed from annoyed to sorrowful. He said he'd just arrived and hadn't seen anything, but would keep his eyes open. Nick thanked him and hurried on toward the parked vehicles, not seeing the man sadly shake his head before walking away.

Nick ran between the parked trucks, grabbing a man as he barely avoided running into him. The man took off his green John Deere hat as he listened to Nick, and he shook his head. "There's a driver a few lanes over named Jake Coors, like the beer? He's got a reputation for giving rides to pretty girls. He's got the cherry red rig. You might want to check him out, but be careful, hear? He's not a church-going man." Nick ran off in the direction he was pointed, and the trucker put his cap on, watching Nick run, considering.

Nick ran to the lane indicated to him, and quickly spotted the enormous cherry red semi truck. He ran toward it, and stumbled to a stop when he was near. On the ground under the cab was a black nylon backpack, like the ones kids carry their school books in.

Nick pounded on the passenger door with his fist, and heard a deep voice inside yell at him to go away. He pulled back his arm to pound again and heard a whine from inside the cab. A girl. Nick jumped up on the step and pulled the door open, and heard a loud metal click.

Time seemed to stand still for him. Directly in front of his face was the gigantic barrel of a handgun, aimed between his eyes, only a few inches away from him. He heard a girl scream, "No!" and he glanced into the darkness and saw Brynn, laying on a messy bed, or sheets across a seat, it was difficult to tell, and she was wearing her little blue floral skirt. Her panties were around her knees, and she was clutching at the arm of the guy who was holding her by her throat, his other hand holding the gun pointed at Nick. The guy was big and he was ugly, unshaven, with blue eyes that looked wild, crazy. He had three wicked looking scratches running down his cheek and a black eye. The black eye and scratches weren't fresh, looking a day or two old.

"Turn around and leave. And close the door!" The guy, Jake Coors, Nick assumed, looked like he was crazy. Nick looked at Brynn, her face purple, tears streaming from her eyes as she begged. "Please, don't hurt him. Go away, Nick, go away."

Nick didn't think. Raising his right arm, he used it to bat Jake's gun hand to the side, and he threw a punch into Jake's face with his left, his fist colliding with Jake's face, crushing his nose. Nick felt pain flare through his fist, and something had crunched sickeningly. There was an explosion, deafening Nick, and a sneaker clad foot appeared, smashing into the side of Jake's head. Nick pulled his fist back, bringing his other arm down on Jake's head, and he punched again, hitting Jake's eye as the sneaker clad foot smashed into his ear.