Adam's Journey

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I woke to my alarm far too early the next morning, well before the sun would put in an appearance. I was relieved to notice no apparent after-effects of the holy water consumed the previous evening, and I started a pot of coffee and took a quick shower. Exiting the shower I saw the other Cialis pill that Sue had given me laying on the bathroom counter in it's tiny baggie and, once dried off, I dropped it in the small aspirin bottle that I carry in my toilet kit.

Lord knows I'd have no need for it at the jobsite, but who knew what the following week might bring. Besides, Kristi would be at the house and I didn't want to take any chances on her finding it, not needing any questions asked. It felt odd to leave without kissing her goodbye and starting the countdown for when we would see each other again, but things change.

I left her a short note thanking her for house- and dog-sitting for me, and telling her how much I would miss her, then filled my coffee mug and thermos, said goodbye to Ralph, who opened his eyes briefly but didn't bother to get up, and left with my last small bag and coffee in hand.

I was west of Laramie by the time the sun came up, and at the jobsite about 4 or 5 hours later. The days there passed fairly uneventfully, the necessary repairs to the equipment having been completed. The August weather, with it's hot days and cool nights, was much easier to live with than the winters in Wyoming, although the wind was a little tough at times, blowing sand, dirt, and any loose equipment around.

Three days before I was to begin my vacation the scheduled maintenance and upgrade period for the remote data collection sites rolled around, and I knew I had a very long day ahead of me as part of a two permister team that would travel by ATV to the remote sites in order to maintain and repair the hardware, download data, and upload new software at the four remote sites.

The remote sites surrounded our worksite at 4 outlying test bores, miles out over rough terrain, and it typically took 12 to 14 hours to reach and service them, a task that needed to be done about every sixty days. I had argued in favor 6 or 8 remote sites to gather more complete data, but at these moments I was kind of glad there were only four.

Dana had volunteered to accompany me, and she's a whiz with the programming, software, and data gathering end of our work so I welcomed her help. We loaded up the supplies and fired up the 4-wheelers, leaving as it was beginning to get light, hoping to get back before it was fully dark that evening.

I had looked at Dana several times that week, remembering that Kristi had suggested I invite her along with me to Lake Powell, and as I watched her tight little blue denim-covered ass hovering over the seat of the bouncing 4-wheeler ahead of me it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. Then too, I had been without sex for six or seven days at this point after getting badly oversexed my last trip home, so I probably was entertaining thoughts that I should have let pass.

Dana had been our intern and resident computer whiz-kid for about eight months at this point, and except for one incident which I had to step in on, she and I had not had anything other than purely professional contact. We had all been a little concerned when we had found out that some human resources genius at the company had decided to send a woman out to this remote site to live and work with a bunch of guys (8 to 12 men at any given time), and when we first saw her I figured trouble was inevitable.

Dana showed up in her Jeep Laredo, slim and sexy in tight jeans and a heavy down coat at the Sinclair station near the interstate, and followed me in to the site for her first stay. Despite the long brown hair, full lips, ready smile, and sexy little swing to her walk, she had turned out to be very much the professional, and her abilities and easy going attitude quickly earned her the respect of most of the guys.

The living quarters were not set up to house men and women separately, nor was there a separate bath house, but we hung blankets for her privacy and tried to work around each others schedules, and relatively few embarassing situations occurred. When they did she took it with a sense of humor and grace, and the same practicality that had caused her to hack her own hair short just days after her arrival, for ease of maintenance.

The short hair just gave her a sexy little pixie-tomboy look, so it didn't keep the guys from their fantasies, but their kidding and sexual jibes were generally well recieved and fired right back at them, and it quickly became apparent that she could handle herself just fine and was quite comfortable among the men. With one exception.

Every worksite has one, the ubiquitous asshole that always has to push too far, that always has to know more, talk louder, be tougher, and think he's smarter than anyone else, and we had Brian. I was always a little amazed each morning that Brian hadn't been *******ed silently during the night and had his body dumped in a ravine for the coyotes, but each day there he was, at breakfast, and each morning I chalked up another day of borrowed time for him.

Thinking himself God's gift to women (and to the world in general), I figured it was just a matter of time before he screwed up and pushed Dana too far, and after a few weeks of exposure to each other I could see her tighten up when he was around, her body visibly tensing up and her jaw clenching until her lips were white. I knew the tipping point was coming, and as the nominal on-site supervisor I had called her aside to talk to her about it.

I had heard a few rumors about a run-in between her and Brian, but wanted to get the story straight from the source, so I opened with that.

"Hi Dana. Why don't you sit down and we can talk for a few minutes."

She looked a little apprehensive as she took a seat. "Have I done something wrong?"

I laughed. "No, not as far as I know. Don't believe the stories the other guys tell you about me, they're just trying to scare you. I'm way too easy on everyone around here and they know it. No, I just wanted to ask you if you were having any particular problems around the place, with any of the guys."

She leaned back and looked at me silently for a long time, and for the first time I noticed the bright gold flecks in her beautiful brown eyes. "I'm guessing you already know all about it."

"Rumors. I wanted to get the truth. And relax, I know what Brian is like, so don't expect me to take his side."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, I haven't asked him. I said I wanted the truth."

"OK, look. I can take the sexual banter with these guys, all the kidding around, and I really don't mind. We're all lonely, and it's harmless and it's kind of fun. Most of these guys are great, and I consider them my friends, but Brian, well, he just pushes it too far."

"Yeah, that sounds like our Brian."

"I mean he gets just gross, and he's relentless, he just doesn't know when to quit. That's all bad enough, but..."

I could see that she was hesitant about continuing, and prodded her.
"Go on Dana. I need to hear this."

"Well, last week he trapped me in the hall. I had my hands full and just my robe on and he pinned me up against the wall and started rubbing up against me. He had a hard-on and he was pushing it against my ass, humping me. I told the bastard to quit, but he didn't." She didn't blush as she told the details, her indignation taking over.

I had heard that something bad had apparently happened between them, in the hall near the showers, but nobody seemed to know the details. This was shaping up worse that I had hoped.
"So what happened?"

"Thank goodness Harley came in just then and Brian backed off. He knew enough to not get caught. I gave him an elbow to his belly, and slapped his face, and Harley saw that part. Fucking Brian just laughed."

That pretty much matched what Harley had told me. Harley is a gentle bear of a man, in his early fifties. He's big, about 6'6" and probably close to 300 pounds, very little of it gone to fat. He's extremely competent, generally quiet and has a good sense of humor, and I knew he had taken a somewhat protective, manly attitude toward Dana. I thought Brian was very fortunate that Harley hadn't disassemred him.

"I'm going to need you to file a sexual harassment complaint, we can probably get him canned and booted out of here. Harley will back you up."

She looked at me speculatively for a minute or two, considering that. "Adam, if it's OK, I'd rather just deal with this myself."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"C'mon Adam, me fitting in around here, and being accepted by the guys, that relies on me being able to take care of myself. You know that. If I go crying to mommy I might as well just pack up and go home, and I'm not willing to do that."

She was right. She had garnered respect by fitting in and being self-sufficient and capable, something the men expected of other guys and admired about her. Going all official and reporting Brian, regardless of the fact it was warranted, would undo that trust. I was amazed that someone so young had that insight.

"You're wise beyond your years Dana, and you're right. OK, I'll give you a little leeway, but only a little. One more and we do it my way, there's not three strikes in this game. And you sign and date something for me saying we had this talk, and you chose to go this route. I'm not happy about it, and I won't get hung out to dry."

She had agreed, thanking me for trying to help, and had gone her own way. Less than a week later I noticed a massive change in Brian's behavoir around Dana, no more teasing and use at all. It actually seemed to me that he avoided her, leaving the room when she was around and keeping his eyes averted, refusing to look her in the face. Whatever she had done to shut him up, we all appreciated it. I was actually relieved to see it, and again I heard rumors of how the change came about, but did not know the whole story. I planned to ask her about it someday, and knew she'd tell me.

We had bounced and jounced our way to the first remote site and completed the work there, moving on to the second. It was a little after noon when we arrived at the second site, and we broke for lunch before doing the needed work. We had packed sandwiches and soft takes in a cooler, strapped to her machine, and she brought it over. The day had heated up and we had both lost our long sleeved shirts, me to a t-shirt and her to a sleeveless knit top that was very flattering to her high, round breasts. I tried not to notice as the cool breeze popped her nipples out, and, as usual, I failed.

She stretched her arms overhead, which didn't help, and groaned as her stiff muscles stretched out. "Mmm, damn! Those things are fun to ride, but they kind of beat the cuckolds brownie out of you after awhile."

I moved my shoulders around, loosening up. "Just be glad you're not my age. I keep hearing things creak and pop."

She laughed. "Yeah, you're so old. You've gotta be what, ten years older than me? Cowboy up Adam, or I'll take your hat away."

I was wearing my Stetmister, wanting the wide brim to keep the sun off better. She had a baseball cap, a red Cardinals number to shade her eyes and nose, and with her short hair she looked really cute in it. She took it off and dropped it on the ground, running her hands through her hair, which was a little sweaty, like my own.

I dropped my hat as well, lowering myself onto a flat rock in the shade and taking the sandwich she held out, and a cold Pepsi. We ate in silence for awhile, me admiring her profile as she looked out across the low sagebrush hills, her eyes following a small herd of antelope as they grazed about a quarter mile away. "It's so pretty out here. I love this country, so open and big."

As she said this she turned and caught me looking at her. She smiled and, tilting her head to one side, said "Were you looking at me?"

"Guilty. You're a very pretty girl, nice to look at. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, it's a nice compliment. But I'm a woman Adam, not a girl." She looked back out at the antelope. "I sure wish I brought shorts along, it's getting hot and I could get some sun on my legs."

"The brush would tear you up, riding through it."

"I know that, not for riding, just for sitting here, and while we work on the equipment."

I took a small plunge. "We're adults, you could strip to your underwear while you work if you wanted. I think I can handle that."

She laughed again. "I'm sure you could! And I would probably take you up on that, if I was wearing any."

That shut me up, then left me stammering. "Oh. Well. Yeah, I guess that does complicate things. Forget I said that."

She laughed again. "You're so funny, the way you react to stuff. It's cute. Do you know that's the first time you've kidded with me like that? You and Tony are the only ones that haven't hit on me, in all the time I've been here, and Tony's gay. You're not, right?"

"Right, I'm not. But I had someone special, and I thought you had enough grief from the other guys. Wait, you think Tony's gay?"

She caught the past-tense. "You had someone special? Not anymore?" She ignored my question about Tony.

I shrugged. "It's complicated. I don't know right now, so let's leave it at that. And I wasn't really hitting on you, just teasing. Although, now that you mention it..."

She looked at me, trying to see if I was still teasing. "I wouldn't mind being naked around you, it wouldn't be scary. I feel very comfortable and safe with you."

I shook my head, smiling. "That's not necessarily something a guy wants to hear from a beautiful younger woman, that he's safe and comfortable."

"I meant it in a good way, just that you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to."

"Well, that's true, I suppose."

She stood and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. "I hope you're going to join me. It would be a little weird to be the only one naked."

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and began to wiggle out of them, but I stopped her. "Dana..."

Wonderful set up, great characters, and a teasing ending. Right on form Stormy. This really is working out to be one of the all time greats here.

Great writing Stormy. Don't think twice about your meandering, it's always done in a very enjoyable way. That's what I like most about your writing style.

Adam better be careful. That old adage "never get your meat where you get your bread" can jump up and bite you at the worst time. Been there, done that.

Thanks TF2, it's good to know that my peculiarities about writing aren't scaring you off! And yeah, Adam is playing with fire. The way I had it put to me when I first became a boss was "Keep your pecker out of the payroll". Blunt, yet so poetic!


She took our shirts and dropped them on the seat of her ATV, then got her laptop out, connected to the unit, and went to work. I just had routine maintenence at this site, making sure the solar panels that were used to charge the batteries for the equipment were functioning OK, and that all the sensors were still in place. Her work should have taken longer than mine, but I kept sneaking looks at her and was getting very little accomplished.

I had noticed several times that she had a small smile playing about her lips, and when she looked up and caught me looking (for about the 50th time), she laughed.

"Why do you always look away so fast? It's OK to for you to look at me, I really don't mind, you're kind of giving me a big ego boost."

I had to kind of laugh at myself too, it was foolish for me to be so uncomfortable with her semi-nudity when she so obviously was not.

"Just reflex, Dana. Guys don't like to get busted ogling the women, especially by the ogle-ee."

"Would it be easier for you if I put my top back on?"

"Easier, yes, but not nearly as enjoyable. No, I'll be fine. You look incredible, and you might as well be comfortable."

She thanked me, and we worked in silence for awhile, and I continued to enjoy her body. I've heard it said that if you go to nude beaches or nudist camps it becomes very normal very quickly, and you don't really notice the nudity after awhile. I'm afraid it might take me years to get to that stage, especially if very many of the women looked anywhere near as nice as Dana. Or Kristi or Kori for that matter, or Izzy, Rain, or Sue. I had to admit that even Lisa has a great body. Fuck it, I just love the female form, I'll admit to being a lech!

I was the first to break the silence. "So you're really involved with Harley, huh? How did you keep him from *******ing Brian when he walked in on him assaulting you?"

She laughed. "It wasn't easy, believe me. Harley wanted to twist Brian's head off and squeeze out the contents, if any. I told him the same thing I told you, that I had to handle it myself and that I didn't want him to butt in." She paused for a moment. "I was really surprised how angry he got about it, he always seems so quiet and gentle, just easygoing Harley, you know?"

I stood up and looked at her. "I'm not surprised at all. He obviously cares a lot about you, and he's old school. In his mind you just don't treat women that way, and if he sees it, it becomes his job to protect you. A little different type of respect for women between him and Brian, huh?"

"But I can take care of myself!"

"I know, but he wasn't raised around today's strong, independent women Dana, remember that. It's a code of honor thing for him."

"He's really very sweet. And sexy, like a big teddy bear."

I smiled at her description. "Don't hurt him, Dana. His wife died about two and a half years ago, and I thought for awhile he might too. He really struggled with that. He's really only gotten back to his more normal self just lately." The little light bulb in my head suddenly clicked on, and I stared at her for a few moments. "Oh. Duh. Well, now it makes more sense."

"He told me about his wife, Adam, about how she battled the cancer. And he cried, he still hurts. He says I'm the first woman he's been with since then, and I really care for him, but he knows we're not exclusive, he understands that. We just really enjoy being together, and I would never, ever do anything to hurt him."

"Well, just be careful. It seems like I'm spending a lot of time telling you that, to be careful."

"You really care about him, don't you?"

"I care about all the guys, Dana, and you too. It's a great group. Well, with the one exception, but even Brian's good at his job, he's just an asshole."

She laughed. "That he is."

"Well, thanks for what you've done for Harley. It's really helped."

She laughed again. "Are you really thanking me for fucking one of your men? Because it's my pleasure, believe me. I found out I really like riding a Harley." She had a big, relaxed, sexy smile on her face as she said that, and I knew she was recalling just how good it felt.

I had to laugh too, at her Harley comment, and I hadn't meant it to sound like that. "No, I'm sure he thanks you enough for that. I'm thanking you for dragging him back from the edge. You may have showed up just in time."

She finished her work and disconnected, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. A fantastic pose, what with her tits out and all, and I enjoyed it thoroughly although it did nothing to relieve my overpowering horniness.

"Well, I'm glad I could help him and it could feel so damn good at the same time!"

I admire sometimes how open the younger set is about sex. Maybe it's just me, but I've always been a little more reserved about it, although I think I'm getting better. All my friends were encouraging me to do so, to open up and relax, and I was trying.

"Back to Brian for a minute Dana, do you want to tell me how you shut him up? He has definitely changed, he seems almost afraid of you now."

"Good. He should be." She paused for a minute. "Are you done? Because if you are, we could pack up and ride to Remote 3, and I can tell you while we work there. It's getting a little late."

She was right, and there was no way to talk while we rode, not over the noise of the vehicles. We loaded up, and put our shirts back on, which was kind of a sad moment for me. Her covering up, and then having to focus on my riding did allow my cock to go flaccid again, which was a relief, and we covered the distance to #3 in about ninety minutes.

Stormy

Sorry, my permisteral life has kept me quite busy lately and I have gotten a little behind in my reading. I just caught up on your story tonight.

Your story continues to be wonderful, but the last segment with Dana is absolutely outstanding.

Thank you

GH

Thanks GH, glad you're caught up. I try to get a little behind myself from time to time. Behind is a favorite of mine!
I hope whatever is tying up your permisteral life is all good!

stormy



As we rode I thought about Dana being intimate with the two guys, marveling that she had managed to keep it so quiet. I would have loved to be able to give Harley some cuckolds brownie over robbing the cradle, but could not figure out how to do so without telling him that Dana had possibly betrayed his trust in her. Oh well, I could keep a secret.

We splashed through a small creek bed about 400 yards from the site, and rode up the steep hill to where the solar panels extended above the surrounding sagebrush. Even before we got there I could see we had a problem, the post holding the panels tilted at a seventy degree angle and one of the two panels twisted out of shape.

We pulled up and dismounted, crossing to the the unit and assessing the damage. It was apparent that some large natural had used the solar array as a scratching post, leaving a clump of long dark hairs caught in the broken aluminum frame. Dana pulled them loose and we looked at them. They were coarse and dark brown, nearly black.

She looked at me. "What do you suppose?"

"I don't know. Those don't look like they're from cattle, or not any I've seen around here anyway. Buffalo, maybe?"

"Are there free range bimister around here? I haven't seen any."

I shrugged. "Me either, I guess there could be."

About all we ever saw with any size was the antelope, and occasionally deer, but this hair was too dark to be either of those. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked back toward the creek we had just crossed, its banks lined with silvery green alders that filled the small valley, growing seven to ten feet tall.

"With that creek right there it could easily be a bear. Or a moose."

She had a great point. Both were relatively common in this part of the state, but not out on the open sagebrush hills and flat prairie areas. The nearby creek changed the equation.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Well, I think I can fix this without too much trouble, but it will take a little time. Why don't we get started, but let's keep an eye out for any critters."

"OK. Are we going topless again?"

I looked at her. She was still shading her eyes, now looking at me and smiling. It was still very warm out, probably near ninety, but her erect nipples were showing plainly through her shirt. "How am I supposed to work and watch for naturals if I'm looking at you?"

She laughed as she stripped her shirt over her head. "I'm sure you'll manage. There, that's better. Join me?"

I pulled my shirt off and threw it on my 4-wheeler, and looked at her fine tits. "Are you cold?"

She looked down at her hard nipples. "No, I'm not cold. I'm aroused, OK? It makes me horny to have you look at me, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. If it helps any, looking at you has the same effect on me." It had, I was again hardening as we discussed her tits.

Her eyes dropped quickly to my crotch, then came back up again. "Take it out and show me."

"No Dana, I'm not gonna do that."

"Oh come on, don't be embarassed. Let me see you. How little can it be?"

"I told you, that's not the problem. I just don't want to start something that we really shouldn't finish, OK?"

She shook her head as though puzzled. "If you insist. You're starting to damage my self-confidence though."

That was tough to imagine, as she is a very self-confident young lady. She is clearly secure in her attractiveness and desirability to men, as evidenced by her comfort around the crew, and I had seen her scholastic record and Master's thesis in her permisternel file, and knew she was brilliant. Intellectually she could run circles around any of us, and her work was invariably flawless. I figured I wasn't damaging her too badly.

"I'm sure you can take it. You'll have to be satisfied knowing that I have a persistent hard-on. Tell me about Brian, that should cool me off. I heard you screamed, but when the guys got there he was on the floor with you bent over him. That's pretty much all I know."

She laughed. "Well, that's not entirely accurate, but there's not much to tell. Several days after we talked I was going in late, to take a shower." I knew she frequently did that in order to not be in the way in the morning when a lot of the guys showered.
"I knocked, and yelled out like I do to make sure nobody was in the bathhouse, and nobody answered, so I went in. I took the first shower stall and was getting undressed, down to my panties, when I heard movement in the hall."

Our bathhouse consists of a row of sinks, two urinals, two traditional toilet stalls, and a separate room containing three shower stalls. Each stall is about three by four feet, separated by a shower curtain from a small dressing area about the same size containing a bench and clothes hooks, and which also has a curtain between it and the main room for a modicum of privacy. Pretty basic, but there's plenty of hot water and it works for us. I always felt bad about Dana having to share it, and having to walk past the urinals constantly, but she took it in stride.

She went on. "It startled me a little, and I stuck my head out to look, and there's Brian, coming out of the third stall with just a towel around him. He intentionally just hung out and didn't answer when I yelled, and I was so damned mad at myself for being so careless!"

I was pissed! "Dana, it's not your fault. I'll ******* the bastard. Better yet, I'll turn Harley loose. What did you do?"

"I kind of froze for a second. I just looked at him, and he sticks his hand under his towel and starts fondling himself, saying stuff like 'You know you want it baby, come on, I'll wash your back for you', and 'bend over sweet thing and we'll get it on', you know, stupid macho cuckolds brownie like that. He's basically got me trapped in my shower stall, and he drops his towel and starts stroking himself, right in front of me. Asshole."

"You should have started screaming."

"I thought I should be able to handle it myself. I wanted to."

"And?"

"He backed me into the stall, he was too strong. I tried to knee him, but he blocked me. He's rubbing up against me, jerking himself off, trying to grab my tits, then he starts trying to pull my hands down to his cock. I was hitting him, but couldn't get a good punch in. I fought him, but he was just too strong for me." She stopped, looking at me to see how I was taking this. I waited.

"I decided to out-think him, I knew I could do that." She smiled, and so did I, but I was still seething.

"I let him pull my hands down, and I started stroking his cock, saying how big and hard it was and all that, and he just knew he had won. I had his cock in my left hand and I reached around between his legs from behind and found his balls with my right." She smiled an evil little smile.

"I'm sensing his mistake here."

"Yup. You might say that's where the tide of the battle turned. I got a good grip on his balls, and it was all over. That scream the guys heard was him, not me. When I crushed his balls he reached back and grabbed my arm and tried to yank it away, and he damn near tore his own balls off, 'cause I wasn't about to let go."

"Oh, ouch!" I cringed a little inwardly, but didn't feel any sympathy for Brian. "What happened?"

"He went down like a sack of potatos, just falling on the wet floor, and I held on and kept squeezing and yanking. He screamed 'til he ran out of breath, then just started whimpering and begging." She laughed a little. "He was trying to curl up in a *** position, but I still had his balls in my hand, and my adrenaline was really pumping!

"Damn! And when the guys came in?"

"I was just giving him a little advice."

"Which was?"

"I told him if he ever tried anything like that again he had better plan to learn to relax with his eyes open, or he might wake up minus his favorite appendage."

I started laughing, I couldn't help it. It sure explained why Brian slunk around her like a whipped dog. He deserved every bit of it!

She started laughing too, then said "You know, it's really kind of too bad, he has a pretty nice cock. Too bad it's attached to such a big prick!"

That set us both off again, and we were still chuckling as we got to work.

Very nice. Good sankstory, th
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Ow, ow, ow. Made me wince. Great writing Stormy.

Thanks guys. It made me wince a little writing it too, but a girl has to be able to defend herself. Can you blame her??


I decided to see about repairing the solar panel first, and when I hooked up the meter I was relieved to see that it was still generating full voltage, which told me the damage was mostly cosmetic. I gently straightened the bent frame, then reinpowerd it at the damage point with a steel bracket from the tool box, resealing the unit with a little silicone caulk to keep out the elements.
I was walking around it looking at the bent pole when Dana set her laptop down and joined me. "Can you fix that, or does it even matter?"

"I should try at least, we need to get the panels at the correct angle to the sun for peak efficiency." I leaned in and pushed on it, and it barely budged. Dana grabbed the pole below my hands and threw her weight into it as well, but still no luck. Except of course for the way she looked leaning forward and straining, her bare arm and side pressed against my own, her breasts suspended from her tensed chest muscles. That was really lucky for me. My heart was pounding, and it wasn't just from exertion!

We gave up and stepped back. "Well fuck! What's Plan B?" I looked at her as I said that, and I know she watched my eyes momentarily drop to her tits. I couldn't seem to stop them, and didn't try very hard.

"For some reamister I don't think you're really focusing on the problem, Adam"

"I am a little distracted, you're right. And whose fault is that?"

"Your own. You've been wondering all day what they feel like, haven't you?"

I had to admit that I had, it was only honest, but when I made no move to touch her she took my right hand and raised it to her left breast, and I kept it there when she let her hand drop away. She was warm, and soft, with that incredible firm yet yielding resilience that only a fine young female body has, and I cupped her breast in my hand, raising my left hand to her other one, gently touching her.

I heard a soft, sudden intake of breath as my rough fingers grazed across her hard, rosy nipple, and wasn't sure if it was her or me that had made the sound. I formed my hands over her tits, feeling her hard nipples against my palms.

"God Dana, those feel nicer than I could have ever imagined!"

She smiled. "Here, this is the way I like to have my breasts touched." So saying, she turned around, pressing her butt to my groin and her warm smooth back against my stomach and chest, reaching back and pulling my arms up around her, and my hands to her breasts. She was right, this was a great way to hold her, and to fondle her tits.

I kissed the top of her head, and cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, enjoying her warmth and the soft weight of her, gradually letting my fingers find their way to her peaked nipples and pinching them gently between my fingers and thumbs, and I heard her gasp out a soft "Ohhh!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, god no. I've been wanting you to do that for hours. It feels really good. You can be a little rougher if you want."

I squeezed a little harder, and took a larger pinch of her areolas and nipples, tugging them gently. I felt the motor in her hips click on, and she began to rub her firm ass against my groin, grinding into me.

"You're hard Adam, I can feel you."

"I'd be kind of embarassed if I wasn't, in this situation."

She laughed, then took my right hand from her breast and pulled it down. I kept it pressed against her stomach, feeling her taut warmth and a light, slick sheen of sweat, and she pulled out the waist of her jeans, pushing my hand inside, toward her sex. My fingertips were toying with the soft curls of hair at the top of her mound, but I could go no further because of her tight pants.

She quickly realized this and unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper, and my hand moved down until my middle finger found the narrow V-cleft at the front of her sex. I went just a little more, until my fingertip touched the hard pebble of her clit, and I felt a shudder run through her body. "Ohhh, my god, that feels so good!"

I pushed my hand further into her pants, my middle finger going further back in her slick groove until I found her vagina, the smooth outer lips of her pussy pressed against my index and ring finger on either side of her opening. She was wet, very wet and slick, and so damn hot, and when I slid my finger inside of her to my second knuckle she contracted on me, squeezing tightly on my finger, and came, groaning and pushing her ass into my groin. I bent my finger forward, pressing against the front wall of her vagina.

I was hyper-conscious of the feel of her against me, and of the smell of the sage around us, and the faint trace of the smell of her shampoo remaining in her hair, and of her body's scent, healthy female sweat, trail dust, her sexual musk, a hint of soap. I buried my face in her short hair, then moved down, kissing and licking the back and side of her neck, tasting her salty sweat and the sage-flavored grit, and my finger continued to work in her sex, slippery now with her own secretions. I made circles on the hard bud of her clit as she came again, and then again, inserting my finger into her as she would cum, wanting to feel her young body contract and clamp so tightly onto my finger.

She was crying out as she came, telling me when she would reach orgasm, and not to stop, and I pulled her backward with me to the ATV and sat side-saddle on it, pulling her onto my lap where she continued to pump her ass against my hard, denim-clad ridge.

We somehow managed to push her jeans down to her ankles, where they bunched against the tops of her boots, and she leaned back into me, spreading her legs so that my hand could more readily work her pussy. I had my left arm wrapped around her, alternately squeezing her tits and pressing against her hard stomach, holding her to me, and my right buried between her legs, furiously masturbating her to one orgasm after another as she rubbed against me. She was loud, thrusting her sex against my fingers and crying out, pushing me onwards, but she was right; only the antelope and prairie dogs could hear us, out here on our hilltop.

Finally, after one particularly loud and long orgasm she went completely limp in my arms, and I thought she might have fainted. Or died. That would be tough to explain!

"Dana, honey, are you OK?"

A long trembling breath, then "Oh yeah, I'm f-f-fine. God! But I'm done, that's all, no more!"

"OK. Relax, I'll just hold you." I did, and she gasped and cried out a minute or two later when I took my hand away from her used and saturated sex. My fingers were covered with her slippery secretions, and she pulled my hand up to her lips, wanting to taste her own arousal.

She sucked on my middle finger, the one that had been so far inside of her, and when I raised my hand to my own lips she brought hers along, her fingers touching my lips and tongue as I sampled her sweet nectar. This close the overpowering sexual perfume of her sweet pussy on my fingers hammered my senses, and I felt my cock throb luxuriously, almost painfully, with need. God!

I must have let out a small groan, because she stirred, then struggled to rise. "I'm being so selfish! It's your turn now."

I pulled her back to me. "No, Dana."

She pushed against me. "Yes Adam, you need to, I can tell."

"I do, but no, Dana, we're not going to go there. I'll survive."

She tugged her jeans to her knees and managed to stand up, pulling them up to mid thigh. I couldn't help but notice the slick, wet sheen on her pubic area and upper thighs. She seemed angry.

"That's not fair Adam, I don't expect you to do me then quit! I want to do you too, and I can tell you want it. Why not?"

"Jeez Dana, for so many reamisters! We shouldn't have done that even, I just got carried away because you're so beautiful, and sexy. And you smelled so good."

"Sure. Because I smelled good. Damn Adam, I'm all sweaty and dirty, you're crazy."

"You smell great, healthy and sexy. Like an active, strong, young, horny woman ought to."

That seemed to defuse her anger, and she smiled at the description, but she still wanted to know why I wouldn't let her reciprocate.

I ticked them off on my fingers. "Well, let's see now. A, because I'm your boss. Well, sort of; B, because I'm so much older than you; C, because you're already involved with two guys at the site; D, because you're so much younger than me. What else do you need?"

"Those aren't good reamisters. And besides, B and D are the same thing."

"OK, how's this then. We're running out of daylight, and we just don't have the time. We need to wrap up here, get to #4, do our work, and still get back home. We didn't bring any supper because we thought we'd get back by 8:30 or so, but we're wa-a-ay behind."

She looked to the west, where the sun was settling down close to the horizon, and she knew I was right. Grudgingly, she said "Well OK, but you owe me one."

"No, I don't think so."

She looked at me, prepared to be angry again, until I said "Actually, you owe me one. No, now that I think about it, you owe me about ten or twelve. It seemed like you really enjoyed that a lot."

She laughed. "I really did. You may be old, and you may be too shy just because your dick is little, but you know stuff, like Harley does!"

"Dana, give it a rest on the little dick stuff! For someone that said it didn't matter, you sure seem obsessed with it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know guys can be insecure about that, but it's silly."

"Dana, please. Somehow I managed to get you off pretty good, your screaming scared away all the naturals."

She turned bright red. "That's so embarassing! I can't help it, I have to be noisy when it feels that good and I'm enjoying it so much, so don't humiliate me for that please."

I laughed. "Oh no, not at all, I loved it. I could tell by the sounds you made just when I was touching you the way you liked. It was very nice to know that you appreciated my efforts, and you really seemed to."

She grinned. "Whew! I sure did. I'm so relaxed now."

"Good, I'm glad. Let's get to work and get the hell out of here."

I wound up using the winch on the ATV to straighten the pole reamisterably well, and I swapped out the old batteries that were no longer charging properly as Dana finished up her work, and we moved on. We never did see the natural that had caused the damage, but I'm pretty sure it was a moose, following the creek down to the lake and stopping off for a good scratch.

It was almost dark when we got to #4, and we worked by flashlight and the headlights of the vehicles, finishing off the snacks we had and takeing some water while we worked. The breeze died down, and we heard the coyotes yipping in the distance. It was getting colder, so we stayed fully dressed there, and it was totally dark well before we moved on, again donning our long sleeves against the evening chill.

There were billions of stars bright in the clear sky above, and we saw two meteorites streak across the sky, close together, just before we came in sight of the lights of the buildings.

Sexy, no sex. Again. With or without, this series is brilliant. Sometimes, I think the sex scenes only act as a distraction to the story (but not for long). Your writing deserves a wider audience Stormy. Don't think about it just yet though. This needs to go on for a bit longer ...

Love the way you tell it, almost like been there, hot
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Thanks peak, it's weird the way this story develops. I just play it out on things and places (and, to a lesser extent, people) that I'm pretty familiar with, and it seems to take on a life of its own. Really my first attempt at spinning a story like this, I'm enjoying it, glad you are as well!

Hi cd, glad you like. It probably feels that way because, like I was telling peak, I have sorta been there!

I stopped on the rise about a quarter mile south of the compound, and Dana pulled up beside me.

She shut off her engine. "Ah, home sweet home."

I shut mine off as well, wondering why she had done so. "More like dump sweet dump, don't you think?"

She laughed. "Oh c'mon, it's not that bad. We could be relaxing in tents, on the ground, with no running water."

"Wrong! You could be, maybe. I'd be way too busy working on a career change." I'd lived like that enough already, doing early exploration in various areas of the U.S. and a couple of foreign countries.

"Well, I don't think it's all that bad. We're pretty comfortable, really."

"No, you're probably right. You just haven't been up here as long as I have, girl. Well, should we head down to our little slice of heaven on earth?"

She put her hand on my arm. "Wait. I just wanted to tell you, while we're still alone, how much I enjoyed today."

I smiled at her. "Trust me Dana, that was entirely my pleasure. I should be thanking you for giving an old guy like me such a thrill. Getting to explore your incredible little hot bod was a treat."

She smiled back. "Yeah that was a lot of fun, you old man you, but I'm talking about the whole day. It was the first time I actually felt like I saw the real you."

"I'm always the real me."

"No, not like today. You're usually so reserved, or aloof, even. You don't seem to kid around much, you're all business, and I wasn't really sure you even knew how to have fun."

I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. "I don't know, Dana. I don't intend to come across that way. I guess I just focus on things too much sometimes and shut everything else out. And everyone."

"You shouldn't. You're really a lot of fun. I'm kind of sad that it's taken me months to find that out. Maybe being out there, where there are no walls, made all your own walls come crashing down."

Here was yet another permister, another sweet woman, telling me that I had walls around myself. I was starting to think maybe they had a point, it couldn't be just coincidence. "Could be Dana, I do love being out in the back country. There have been a lot of things going on in my life too, eye opening things, that might have something to do with it. You're not the first woman to tell me I'm closed off to people."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I looked at her. It would be easy to open up to her, but what would it accomplish? "No, I guess not. It's awfully late, we should probably head in. Your boyfriends will be worried about you."

She laughed. "Don't be tacky! Harley always told me what a great guy you are, and how much you helped him through his wife's death, but I never saw that side of you until today. Thanks for sharing, and if you ever want to talk..."

"Thanks Dana, I appreciate that. Harley's a really great guy, we've known each other a long time. We've weathered a few storms together, literally and figuratively."

"He thinks the world of you."

"Likewise." I paused. "You know what I said about this place being a dump? Well, you being here these last few months has really made it much more bearable. Enjoyable, even. You brighten the place up a lot, I know all the guys sure enjoy having you around."

"All the guys? What about you, Adam?"

"Yeah Dana, me too. You do a great job, you're bright and fun, you probably saved my friend Harley, and watching you wiggle your cute little butt around here has definitely triggered more than a few late night lecherous fantasies and potentially embarassing erections."

She laughed. "Good, then it's working."

I laughed too. "Come on Dana, let's head in, it's really late."

"OK. You should laugh more Adam, it sounds really nice."

"I'll try to remember that." We fired up the machines and headed down, pulling them up to the storage shed a few minutes later. We still needed to unload and put away all the equipment and refill the gas tanks, which were always topped off in order to be ready for any emergency. The set-up and clean-up of any job always seems to be the worst drudgery of the whole thing, and we were tired, but we set to it.

We had just started when a voice interrupted us.

"You finally made it back. Everyone was starting to worry about you two. Any problems?"

We turned and found Brian, of all people, standing there watching us. I'm not sure who was more shocked, me or Dana. I found my voice first.

"Not anything major, just a little natural damage out at number three. We got it fixed up pretty workable, but we should take a little extra repair equipment next time we go out, the solar set-up got kind of banged up."

"Oh. OK." He stood there awkwardly for a moment or two, until I broke the impasse.

"Were you waiting up for us?"

"Uh, no, not really. I just heard the 4-wheelers and walked over. Um, you know, you guys both look really tired. I could put all that stuff away for you if you want, and gas those things up, while you go get cleaned up, or go to bed, or whatever. I mean you know, if you want to."

I was blown away! I wanted to grab this guy and ask him what he had done with Brian, but then I decided I liked this guy a lot better and didn't want to push my luck. Before I could say anything, Dana stepped in seamlessly.

"Thanks Brian, that would be really nice! We're beat, and hungry. You're a lifesaver."

I thanked him too, and we walked away. Halfway across the compound we both stopped, and simultaneously turned around and looked back, then at each other.

Dana giggled. "Wow, that was weird!"

"I'll say! I think we're going to enjoy having a eunuch around here, we obviously should have thought about having him gelded a long time ago."

She giggled again. "That's awful, now you're making me feel bad!"

"Don't. I'm planning on firing him tomorrow. Or, rather, he's going to be quitting tomorrow, right after I explain to him what the penalty for attempted sexual assault is here in Wyoming."

"What is it?"

"How the hell would I know? I'm going to find out in the morning, or maybe just make up something really horrible sounding."

She laughed, then looked pensive. "Don't do that, OK? I think he's trying to apologize, in his own way. I think we should give him a chance."

"You're a soft touch. He's had his chances."

"Please Adam? People can change."

"Old dog, new tricks, Dana."

"Please, just give him a little time? I don't want it to ruin his life."

"Why do you care?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just have a little soft spot in my heart for any man that let's me fondle his genitals."

Now I had to laugh. "Fuck! You call that fondling? Glad you weren't trying to hurt him! Goodnight Dana, and thanks for your help today, and for your company. You are a true treasure."

"Thanks Adam, you too. I enjoyed it. I'm going to walk over to the kitchen and see if I can scrounge up something to eat, you want to join me?"

I thought about it, and decided I was more tired than hungry. "Thanks, but no. I think a nice hot shower and a nice soft bed are calling me. Sleep good, and be careful around Brian. I don't trust him."

"I will, but I think we're going to be OK. Goodnight Adam."

We parted ways, her to the kitchen and me to the bunkhouse to get my things, and then to the bathhouse. My stomach was a little growly, but that shower was sounding really good to me.

Did I lived this or is your story? Ohhhhhhh yes was your story. Love it, think I was there.
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Stormy

The excellence continues. You just keep creating wonderful characters.

GH

cd - Thanks. I think I saw you there!

gh, thanks. Good to know I'm entertaining you in exchange for the many times you've done so for me!

A couple of the guys were sitting up playing cards in the common room at the front of the bunkhouse, and we exchanged greetings and small talk before I went around the corner and through the covered walkway between the two buildings. The bathhouse can be accessed that way, or via an outside door. We had linked the buildings following our first winter at the site to avoid the cold and inevitably windy walk between them.

I turned the thermostat up a few degrees and took the third shower stall in the otherwise vacant building, the one closest to the hot water tank. Putting my towel and clean clothes on the bench, I turned on the water and got undressed while it warmed up. I adjusted the shower to a nice full spray, the temperature good and hot, and stepped under the flow, letting it beat on my stiff neck and shoulders for a few minutes. Dana was right, this wasn't so bad.

Feeling a little guilty about the waste of hot water, I got busy washing my hair, still thinking about Dana. She had really opened my eyes to something, saying that until today she had felt that she barely knew me, even after working so closely together for several months! I realized that she was right about that as well, and after enjoying her sparkling company so much that day I felt like I had cheated myself out of what may have been a very enjoyable friendship by keeping her, and probably others, at arm's length.

Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, with the hot water drumming soothingly on my head, I remembered the feel of her taut body as she climaxed, her hard nipples and the sounds she had made, and the scent of her on my hands after touching her. I could feel that feeling deep inside, the beginnings of arousal driven by the vivid memories, and thought I might have to jerk off while in the shower. It wouldn't be the first time, nor did I believe I was the only one that ever did so, considering we were stuck out here for nine to twelve days at a time away from our female companions.

I was startled out of my reverie by the simultaneous touch of a soft hand on my shoulder and the sound of a quiet "sshhhhh" in my ear. I almost jumped through the roof, my mind so wrapped up that I had not heard a sound when Dana had stepped into the shower behind me!

"God almighty Dana, you scared the crap out of me!"

"Sshhh, keep your voice down!" She was trying not to laugh at my startled reaction, and failing. "Who did you think it was? Tony?"

That thought hadn't crossed my mind, nor did I want it to. "I really wasn't expecting anyone. You're way too quiet."
We were speaking very low, just above a whisper. The guys in the bunkhouse couldn't hear us of course, but if somebody came in to use the bathroom they might. Heaven forbid anyone else come into the shower area!

She put both hands on my shoulders and pressed herself to my back, her skin soft and cool except where I could feel her two hard nipples seeming to burn holes in me. "Dana, what are you doing?"

"I thought you might want some company. I really enjoyed today, I wasn't ready for it to end."

"Dana, this is a bad idea! You pride yourself on being discreet, remember?"

"Sshhh! If you'll be quiet, we'll be discreet. I'll wash your back for you, then you can do mine." So saying, she took the bar of bath soap and began to rub it over my back and sides, across my neck and down my arms. Her touch felt wonderful, soft and relaxing to my tired muscles, and I stopped objecting and enjoyed the feeling.

She reached up over my shoulder and pressed the button on the showerhead that cuts off the water, and continued to soap me up, her soft body against my sudsy back as her arms came around me to wash my chest and stomach, sinking lower untill she was lathering the coarse hair at my groin, then moving out over my hips and upper thighs, slowly and sensuously around to my ass.

She whispered "Nice tush, boss!" as she slid the bar of soap down the crease of my ass, letting her slippery fingers slide in the soap as she washed, exploring my anus with one fingertip.

I gasped as she slid her finger into me, just a little, to her first knuckle.
"Oh god, Dana!"

She laughed softly. "Sshh! I'm just being thorough, we want to be sure we get you good and clean all over." She wiggled her finger in me, thrusting a little deeper before withdrawing it. I gasped again as she pulled it out.

"Oh, fuck!"

"I think you were enjoying that, but I have more to wash." She bent down behind me and continued to soap me up, working down my legs, having me lift each foot, one after the other, so she could wash them completely. The backs of her fingers brushed against my balls as she ran her soapy hands up the inside of my thighs, but other than that incidental contact with my scrotum she had studiously avoided touching my genitals.

Despite that, her touch was undeniably intimate, and very arousing. I was hard, my balls feeling swollen and full, when she stood and again reached around me from behind, this time allowing her hands and the bar of soap to descend to my groin and find my penis, erect and throbbing. Her hand closed around me, and slid smoothly in the soap suds over my rigid length.

"Oh my god Adam, how could you let me go all day thinking you were ashamed of your small cock?"

"I told you that wasn't a problem. Several times, in fact."

"You should have shown me. Here, take this. I need both hands."

I took the soap from her and put it on the shelf, then just enjoyed the feel of her body molded to my back as her left hand slid up and down my cock and her right cupped and fondled my balls. I knew we shouldn't be doing this, and that I should stop her, but I had been so horny all day after bringing her to her orgasms, and this just felt so damn good!

She continued to stroke me for several minutes, the soap allowing our bodies to slide together and her hands to move so smoothly over my cock. She switched hands, taking my cock in her right and lifting my balls with her left, letting her middle finger carress that sensitive area just behind my scrotum before sliding back and pressing into my asshole. I groaned, and she laughed softly.

"I think all you guys like that! I can make you cum without even touching your cock you know."

"I know, but don't. It feels too good this way."

She laughed again, and continued to masturbate me, pushing her finger farther into me and bending it forward, stroking my aroused and ready prostate.

"Oh fuck Dana, you're going to make me cum!"

"Good! Cum Adam, I want to see you cum, I want to feel it! Cum for me!"

And then I did, an unstoppable gush of semen that rocketed up out of me and spattered against the steel-gray wall of the shower, and then a second jet before she put her hand over the head of my cock, taking the next several spurts into her hand and smearing my load over my cock and balls, and over my stomach, leaning around my side to watch me ejaculate. And boy, did I!

As I finished, legs shaky and gasping for breath, Dana slid her finger out of my ass and held her soap and cum covered hands up in front of her face, looking at the damages.

"Wow! That was impressive. I think you needed that, but what a waste of good cum. It's not inside of me where it should be, and it's too soapy to taste. I should have planned better, but at leastI did pay you back. I told you I always pay my debts!"

Still shaky, I reached up and turned the water back on, beginning to rinse the soap, and the cum, off of myself.
"Whoa! You sure did! Thanks Dana, that felt incredible, and I guess I really did need that. Now come here, it's my turn to pay you back for that incredible wash job."

I pulled her into the water with me and reached for the shampoo.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost be there. Our Adam is indeed a lucky man.

See you latter, I need a shower............
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Hi Stormy,

Keep it cumming friend, its a dilly.

Thanks peak, he is indeed!

cd, hope you enjoyed your shower as much as Adam did!

Welcome back oliverra, glad you're still enjoying it. I do have some ground yet to cover!

Damn Stormy, this story just keeps getting better and better. First you gave us the very hot session between Sue, Rick and Adam. Now the shower scene with Dana. Good thing that Kristi gave Adam a get out of jail free pass and told him to have a good time on his work trip and maybe get himself laid. As I recall, she even mentioned Dana. Wait until she hears this story.

Too bad Kristi promised Adam that she'd be faithful to him until he returned, I'm thinking a hot session between Kristi and Scotti, the dog walker would be interesting. Maybe that can come later after Kristi and Adam sit down and figure out all the nuances to their very complicated relationship.

Thanks for all your hard work, it's great.

TRF2

I switched places with her, getting her beneath the spray and running my hand through her short hair, making sure it was good and wet. She had continued to keep her hair cut short following her initial attempt at self-styling, but now she got it professionally cut so that it looked more feminine. Permisterally I had kind of enjoyed the hacked-off look she had created, I guess because it was so original, and because it spoke volumes about her lack of pretense. Her practicality on arrival had been a welcome surprise.

I poured a generous amount of shampoo into my hand, put the bottle up, and pulled her to me.

Face to face, our bodies pressed together, she looked up at me. "Are you going to wash my hair for me?"

"Yes. Planning to anyway, unless that's a problem."

"No, no problem, I've just never had a lover shampoo my hair before."

"Lover? Is that what we are, lovers?"

She glanced down quickly at our wet bodies, pressed together. "It sure looks that way. Anyhow, you know what I mean, so don't give me any crap."

I laughed. "Sshhh. It's not the worst thing I've been called. I kind of like it, actually. Now keep your head back like that and close your eyes."

She did, and I began to work the rich shampoo into her short, dark hair, working up a thick lather and then using my fingertips to massage it into her scalp, carefully and gently rubbing her brow and her temples, then back around her ears and up across the top of her head, my fingers making small, firm circles, massaging as much as shampooing.

She groaned in satisfaction. "Ohhh, this is like heaven! Where did you learn to do this?"

"Sshhh, no talking, you're supposed to relax and enjoy. From Kristi, she got me started, and we both loved it, so..."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I'm sorry I said anything. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Do you want to quit?"

"No." I leaned down and kissed her. "Just close your eyes, be quiet, and enjoy."

She did as told, and I continued the combination shampoo/massage, rubbing gently or firmly depending upon what and where I was massaging. As I rubbed the thick suds along the sides of her head I looked down into her face, so young and innocent looking with her hair pulled back in a halo of white lather and her eyes closed. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back hungrily. She moaned her appreciation occcasionally, and I felt her body move against mine.

I was very conscious of the softness of her body pressed to mine, and of my cock pressed against her belly. I was still mostly engorged from the earlier stroking, though not erect, and I felt the soft curls of her mound brush the drooping head of my sensitive flesh as she thrust herself against me. I couldn't help but notice how differently our bodies lined up than mine did with Kristi's, and how very different her short hair felt compared to Kristi's long, thick mane. My body responded to the difference, to her body, and I felt a throb go through my groin as I started to harden.

I pushed her away from me slightly. "Here Dana, turn around, let's get your hair rinsed."

She did, dropping her chin to her chest and stepping under the flow of hot water, and I continued the massage as I rinsed the shampoo from her hair, using my thumbs to work her shoulders and the back of her neck, and up the tendons at the back of her head. She groaned again and pushed her ass back against me, nestling my swelling cock into the groove of her small bottom. She began to slowly pump and rotate her hips, sliding her delectable little ass over my cock. I was surprised that I was responding this quickly, but it had been awhile, and today had been a very horny day. I was by now almost fully erect.

She moved, rotating her shoulder as though loosening them up, and spoke. "It doesn't seem fair that my muscles are getting all relaxed and yours seem to be stiffening up."

"Funny!"

"I can't believe you've got wood again already. Pretty impressive for an old guy!"

"You should never be a smart-ass when you're naked and vulnerable. You'll learn that when you grow up, little girl."

She laughed. "What are you going to do, spear me with that thing? That would be a cruel punishment!"

I quickly bent my knees and pushed my hard cock between her legs from behind, thrusting up and forward. I almost entered her, I felt the head of my cock begin to push into her, powering her open, before it slid off and forward in her groove, spreading her lips and thrusting against her hard little clit.

"Oh!! Oh god! Ohhh FUCK!! God Adam, put it in me!" She began to pump her hips in earnest now, rubbing against me and trying to angle herself to get my cock inside of her.

"No Dana, not yet."

"Ohhh, please! Why not?"

"Because you're still a dirty girl. I'm nice and clean, but you're still sweaty and dirty from the trail. I don't want to get all smelly rubbing up against you." Obviously that was a lie, I'd been rubbing up against her for some time now and she didn't smell bad in the least, but this was my game now.

"I don't stink, do I?! Please Adam I need it!"

"You smell like sweat, and dust, and horny pussy."

"That's gross!"

"No, that's perfume to me. But OK, just to show you what a good guy I am, I'm willing to compromise."

I reached down and guided my hard cock to her opening, finding it hot and slick, and powerd my way inside of her. I felt her stretch and then give, allowing the head of my penis to enter her, and she gasped.

"Oh god yes, put it in! Fuck me!"

"No, that's all for now. Until we get you clean."

She seemed bewildered. "What? That's all you're going to do? I want to feel you up in me."
She tried to push back on me, trying to get more of my cock inside of her, but I put my hands on her ass and held myself away, keeping only a couple of inches in her.

I leaned forward, placing my lips close to her ear. "If you try that again, I'll take it out completely. Now hand me that soap and I'll wash you while you enjoy what you have. Once we get you nice and clean I'm going to shove my cock so far inside of you that you can taste it!"

I heard her moan and felt a shudder run through her body, and I felt her pussy squeeze tightly on the end of my cock, clamping onto the couple of inches that were inside of her. I almost thrust fully into her then, a completely involuntary reaction, but I held off.

She gasped again "God! I'll try, I'll try, but please keep talking dirty to me, I love that!" She handed me the soap. "Talk dirty while you get me clean Adam!"

We moved back together, joined at just the one spot, and I clicked the water off. She leaned forward, putting her forearm against the wall, and leaned her head on her forearm, then spread her legs and raised up on her toes, opening herself to me.

Looking down I could see the taut muscles of her arched back and her tight little ass, her small, round cheeks framing the hard shaft of my cock. Now the only place we touched were the first few inches of my cock clutched inside the same number of inches of her tight pussy, the remaining length of my cock all that separated us.

I began to rub the bar of soap across her back, working up a lather, and down her sides, letting my fingers brush and press the sides of her breasts where they suspended from her chest.

"I can feel you squeezing me Dana. I can feel your pussy trying to suck my cock in, but I'm not going to let you do that."

I pushed into her just a little more, maybe three inches of hard cock now inside of her, and as I rubbed and soaped her I began a very slow, gentle thrust, never inside of her more than three or less than two inches, slowly fucking her within that one inch range. She was moaning softly, apparently enjoying the minimal contact I was giving her.

"Do you like that? Is that what your horny pussy needs? Just think what it would feel like to have my cock shoved way up inside of you, so that you could feel my balls slap against you with every thrust. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yess, yes!"

"Too bad, you'll have to wait 'til I'm ready. No, hold still now, remember what I told you!"

It was all I could do to keep from just going wild and fucking her, to maintain my self-control, and I had no idea where the idea to talk nasty to her had come from, but it seemed to be working. The problem was that I was not sure who was being teased and ***d more, her or me! If she had not just gotten me off so well just shortly before, it would be all over by now and I'd be apologizing for my premature ejaculation. As it was I still wasn't certain I could do this satisfactorily.

I focused on soaping and washing her, putting the soap back on the tray and running my hands over her, doing her back, her arms, loving the feel of running my hands up her taut sides and over her ribs to her armpits and then her shoulders.

I worked around to her upper chest and neck, then reached below her arms and washed her stomach and breasts, squeezing and kneading them, and pinching and tugging her hard nipples to her sighs of pleasure and almost imperceptible pumping of her hips.
She was slowly fucking me, as I was her, and I made no effort to stop her.

I lathered across her ass, inserting my finger into her tight anus just above and behind where my thick cock was embedded in her tight pussy, and she gasped and had a small orgasm.

"Oh god, you just made me cum!"

"Mmmm. I know. Thank me and I'll let you cum again."

"Thank you. Fuck me!"

I laughed. "No, not yet."
I pushed my middle finger as far into her anus as I could and bent it down, feeling the head of my cock in the neighboring channel.
"There. My finger is in you farther than my cock. You can cum now if you want."

She wanted, and she came, and I became aware that she was rubbing her clit only when I felt her fingers bump my cock from below.

"Oooh, you naughty girl, rubbing your pussy with me right here watching you! You are such a horny little thing! Well, that's about all I can reach to wash from this position, so I guess..."

And as I stopped talking I thrust fully into her, balls deep, and she slammed herself back against me, crying out before muffling her face against her arm. I held her hips and pulled her back against me as I thrust fast and hard, deep inside of her soft body, her tight, lava filled tunnel, again and again.

"Oh god! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh, my god! My GOD!" She gasped out a soft "Oh" with each thrust, and then came, hard and sudden, pulling my arm to her lips and biting down on the heel of my left hand to avoid crying out too loudly. I didn't even feel it, my own orgasm rushing up fast on the heels of hers.

I was a little embarassed to be cumming this quickly, but there was nothing I could do to stop it, and then it no longer mattered as I shot what I knew to be enormous jets of thick, white cum inside of her. I knew by the intensity it was a lot, and realized I hadn't asked her if it was OK to cum in her pussy, a serious breach of etiquette, I thought.

We were both weak and gasping, me holding her up while I supported myself against her, cock still deeply buried in her cum-filled pussy. I slowly raised one weak, heavy arm and switched the water back on, letting it course over us as I stayed inside of her, my cock luxuriating in her sodden heat, the hot water soothing our exhausted nerve endings.

I whispered, even that sounding hoarse. "I'm sorry Dana, I came inside of you, I never asked..."

"Sshhh, it's OK. I would have stopped you if it wasn't. Of course, it will be hard to explain if either Harley or Justin show up tonight, why I'm already full of cum and leaking all over."

I hadn't thought of that, and for some reamister it didn't bother me to do so now. "We're still in the shower, I can clean you up some."

She reached back between her legs and squeezed my balls gently, and let her fingers run across my still mostly hard shaft. "You can't wash that far up inside of me, but get what you can, OK?"

I slid slowly out of her, both of us moaning with the intensity of the feeling and the sense of loss at parting, a good amount of semen coming out of her with my cock. I tried to clean her then, but it just seemed to keep seeping out of her, always more when I thought I was done. I knelt and washed her legs and feet, and gently washed her sensitive pussy. Still she leaked white fluid, a seemingly unstoppable flow.

We eventually gave up, and I turned off the water and opened the curtain to get our towels, allowing us to step into the small dressing area. It was cramped with the two of us, but bumping into each other wasn't all bad!

Now if Hitchcock had put that shower scene in instead of the one he did, Psycho could have had a much better ending !!

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peak - I guess then Psycho would have still kept people awake at night, but not because of nightmares!

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I bumped her one time, hitting her with my elbow and almost knocking her through the curtain and into the hall. She smacked my ass with a loud slap, laughing.

"You did that on purpose!"

"No, I really didn't. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, but this isn't working very well. Here, just turn around and I'll dry your back."

She did, and then I had her turn and I dried hers in the same manner, allowing my hands to wander down onto her small ass, which I cupped in both hands. "You have the cutest little ass. I've always loved the way it fills out your jeans, and it looks even better in my hands."

"You're so sweet Adam! Mmmm, that feels really good, but don't let your mind write checks your body can't cash."

She was right of course, my cock was hanging flaccid like a thick rope, flopping around limply with our movements, and it would not come back to life anytime real soon.

"What does someone as young as you know about checks? I thought your generation was all about credit and debit cards and electronic transfers."
As I said that I slid my right hand under her bottom and my middle finger up into her pussy, still hot and slick with her juices and my own.

She groaned. "MmmHmm, oh damn, that feels so nice in me! Can you feel how much cum is still in there?"

"Yeah, quite a bit I think. Sorry about that. Here, sit on the bench and I'll dry your legs."

She dropped her towel on the bench and sat on it, and I kneeled down to dry her legs. As I lifted her leg to dry it I was treated to a near eye-level view of her very beautiful little pussy, bright pink and glistening wet from our fucking, her opening now puckered down to about the size of my fingertip.

She didn't seem the least self-conscious about me looking at her, much the way she'd acted while going topless earlier, and as I gazed at her pussy a small bead of pearly white cum escaped her vagina, and without thinking I leaned in and caught it with my tongue. I then proceeded to begin a slow, gentle tongue bath of her inflamed sex, savoring the results of our intimacy. She tasted every bit as wonderful as she looked!

She gasped and cried out softly, then pushed me back, her foot on my chest. "God! What are you doing?"

I smiled at her. "It's called cunnilingus dear, and it's rumored to be very pleasurable. I'm surprised nobody has ever done this to you before."

She laughed. "Don't be an ass, of course I know that, but are you planning to eat my pussy right after you just came in me?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well, uh, I don't know, it's just, well, no one has ever done that before."

"Good, I'll be your first. Relax, see if you don't enjoy it. You know if you can manage one more orgasm you will probably squeeze the last of the cum out. Solves your problem."

"If I can manage one more I'll be in a coma the rest of the night, so it won't matter!"

As she was speaking I half lowered my face to her pussy and half raised her pelvis to my face, and as our lips met I thrust my tongue as far into her as I could, tasting and tormenting. Soon she was totally involved, raised up with her legs over my shoulders and her hands gripping the bench as she pushed herself up and into me, thrusting her hot pussy to my mouth. Her heel slammed once into my back, right over my kidney, and I gasped in pain, but she didn't seem to notice. She didn't kick me again though, but her thighs did close on the sides of my head, pinning me to her aroused sex. I was fine with that!

Whether she was producing her own flow of cum or I was swallowing my own I'll never know, probably both, but I lapped copious amounts of fluid from her sweet little pussy as she came twice more before falling back onto the bench, limp and exhausted.

Panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as I leaned back from her, she said "Damn!! You old guys really do know some tricks. Whew, that was awesome! I don't know why any women my age would want to date those younger guys!"

I smiled at her. "No, me either. Why are they so foolish, do you suppose?"

"Well, I guess those hard, young, muscular bodies are very nice, and the stamina of course, and they can keep their cocks hard all night and fuck like bunnies, and cum six or eight times, and we can get them to do whatever we tell them to, which can be pretty handy..."

"If you're trying to make me feel better it's not working."

Just as she laughed at her own teasing we heard the bathroom door open, and footsteps cross the tile. We simultaneously made the shush sign, and a soft sshhh! to each other, and we soon heard somebody pissing loud and long into the water in the urinal. Dana raised an eyebrow at me and whispered "Should I surprise him?"

"No! Be quiet!" Her jumping out at whoever it was, naked, while he was peeing, seemed a crazy idea under any circumstances, and I knew she was kidding. I leaned forward and covered her mouth with my own, kissing her to keep her quiet, and because it felt good. He soon finished, and, whistling softly to himself, washed his hands and left without ever knowing we were there.

When I let her speak, she licked her lips and said "Mmmm, you taste like pussy and cum. I bet you wipe down the exercise equipment at the gym after you use it, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you seemed pretty intent on making sure that the equipment was all clean and ready for the next guy just now, so I figure you wipe your sweat off the stuff at the gym too."

I actually do that, but I found the analogy disturbing for some reamister, the idea of me licking her pussy clean so she'd be ready for another lover.

"I wasn't really thinking about that, I just liked it, it felt right. And you seemed to enjoy it. Anyhow, what are you going to wear, all you have is your dirty trail clothes?" Even to me my voice sounded somewhat curt.

"I didn't mean to offend you, I was just teasing. And anyhow, there won't be a next guy tonight, I'm all cummed out. I'm tired! I'll just wear my dirty clothes and change when I get back to my bunk."

"I'm not offended. Here, you take my clean boxers and my clean shirt, and I'll just wrap a towel around me to walk back. No sense putting filthy clothes on your nice clean body!"

"Thanks Adam, that's so nice of you." She began to dress in my clothes, and as she did I decided to hit her with something I'd been turning over in my head for several hours. Kristi had suggested that I invite Dana to go to Lake Powell with me, as my "date", and I'd dismissed the idea at the time because we barely knew each other. Now though, after today, it didn't seem nearly so far-fetched. I decided to take the plunge, what the hell! The job could live without both of us for a week or so!

Just as I started to say "Hey Dana, listen...", she said "Adam, can I ask you..."

We both stopped and looked at each other. She smiled and said "OK, you go first."

"No Dana, go ahead, mine can wait."

"Ok, if you're sure. Adam, I think Harley is going to ask me to marry him."

If she had said I'd grown horns she couldn't have surprised me more! I was stunned, and of course the idea about inviting her to the lake disappeared in a puff of smoke! I didn't really know what to say, and so said nothing.

She looked at me expectantly. "Well?"

"Uh, Dana, that's not really a question."

"No, I guess not, but what do you think?"

"I think that what I think doesn't really matter. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't know if he'll really ask me, but it's just a feeling I have. He's really an incredible man, and he's all man. I'm very attracted to him."

"Do you love him?"

"I do, I think I really do. I'm not sure I've ever been in love before, so I don't really know. What's love supposed to feel like?"

I snorted. "Psshh! Boy, did you ask the wrong guy! Right now I'd say it can feel incredibly good, or incredibly painful." I steered the conversation away from me. "What about your age difference, there's a what, thirty year gap or so?"

"I don't think the years behind us matter Adam, it's the years together, the ones ahead, that are most important."

I was deeply impressed by the simple wisdom of her statement.

"So if he asks you, do you think you'll say yes?"

As she pondered that thought, I couldn't help but admire how adorable she looked in my boxers, baggy on her where she had taken a tuck in the waistband, and her pert little hard nipples pointing out through my old long-sleeved Henley relax shirt, the sleeves rolled up for her shorter arms. Neither of those things had ever looked nearly as cute on me, I was sure!

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Finally, after thinking about my question, she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I won't really know for sure until he asks me. If he actually does. I think I'd say yes, but who knows how I'd react in the actual moment."

"Well, that's an honest answer, I suppose. Why do you think he's going to pop the question, what gave you that idea?"

"Just a hunch, really. Women's intuition, things he's said, that kind of stuff. I could be wrong."

"Yeah, but I think you may be right. That's the kind of thing he would do, the honorable thing, especially since you're relaxing with him. He'd want to make an honest woman of you."

She laughed. "Well, I could probably use that! He makes me feel really special, I've never felt the way I do around him, not with any other guy. Adam, I think I really do love him!"

"Well, good. You've obviously been a godsend for him, the way he nosedived after Eileen died. You've given him something to live for. Not to put any pressure on you or anything."

She laughed. "No, no pressure at all. Adam, you can't say anything to him about this, please promise me!"

"No Dana, I wouldn't. Besides, what would I say, that you and I were sitting half naked in the shower stall after fucking in the shower, discussing whether or not you might marry him?"

"Oooh, you do have a way of making it sound really bad."

"Well, it is pretty bad, don't you think? I guess I have to ask why, Dana. Why would you have sex with me, and start this whole thing, the stuff we've done today and all, if you thought Harley might propose? And, especially if you plan to accept!"

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me, as though the answer was perfectly obvious. "He hasn't asked me yet, Adam. And he might not. I have to live my life and do what I feel is right, and today felt very right to me."
She paused. "If he does ask me though, and I accept, then I'm done. There won't be a repeat performance because if I'm going to be a fiancee, and then a wife, I'll be a totally one-man woman. Faithfulness is important to me."

"Good for you Dana. I think that would be very important to Harley."

"I'd demand it of him, I can't offer any less than I'd demand."

I laughed. "That wouldn't be a problem Dana. He told me once that he was totally faithful to Eileen, for the entire 28 plus years they were married. That makes you the second woman he's had sex with in over 30 years."

Now she laughed. "Yeah, he told me that, the first time we were together. He came almost at once, as soon as I touched him, the first few times. Really premature, you know? But he explained about how it was, why he got so over-excited, and he knew so many different ways to make love to me even though he'd shot his load, so it was OK.

She smiled again, remembering. "It was really kind of cute, this big, gruff man going off like a teenager and just squirting all over. He was so embarassed, but we got that solved pretty quick and it's been fantastic ever since."

I sympathized with Harley's embarassment, and kind of wished she hadn't told me about that. It's a guy's second-worst fear in a sexual situation, especially humiliating with a new partner, and there were some things about the guys I work with that I just didn't need to know!

I was still naked, and I stood, reaching down for the towel to wrap around myself. "Well Dana, as much as I've enjoyed the evening, and I have, very much, we should probably not spend all night sitting in a shower stall and talking. We need to get to bed."

"You're right, I'm really tired. Can I kiss you goodnight?"

I laughed. "Sure, you don't even have to ask." I bent to kiss her, but that was not what she had in mind. She reached out and cupped my balls in one hand, taking my flaccid penis in the other and beginning to stroke and stretch my limp flesh as she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

It felt instantly amazing, so warm and wet, her tongue bathing my cock as she applied oral suction and stroked my shaft with her hand, her other hand gently kneading my sack, and I felt an electric shock go through me.

"Ooohhh, damn Dana, is this your idea of a goodnight kiss?"

"Mmm-hmm."

I looked down at her, alternately looking at her sweet lips wrapped around my cock and into her warm, liquid brown eyes as she stared back up at me, watching my face. To my amazement I actually watched my cock begin to thicken and firm up in her mouth.

I was about half-hard when she let my cock slide from her shiny lips, running her tongue over them as she continued to stroke me and fondle my balls. "Well, look what I made! And you didn't think you could get it up again tonight!"

"Yeah, you're a miracle worker. I don't think you'll get me hard enough for another go though, I'm really whipped."

"I'll bet you a dollar I can!" She ran her tongue all the way up the underside of my cock.

"Oh, God! If I just give you a dollar will you let me go to bed?"

She laughed. "You really want to turn down sex with a younger woman?"

"No, I want to screw you senseless, but I'm so tired I really don't think it will work and I don't want to fail mid-way through, that's too embarassing. Plus, the whole thing about you and Harley, knowing that, it just wouldn't be right. I'd feel really bad about it, now that I know."

She relented and stopped stroking me, although she still held my cock in one hand and my balls in her other. "OK, I understand that I guess. I just wanted to feel and taste you in my mouth, since I hadn't, and we may never have another opportunity. You know, if you turn out to be my last guy before I go straight, at least it was very memorable!"

"Thanks Dana. For me too, this has been a really amazing day. I really like you a lot, and I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other better sooner. My fault."

"Tomorrow is more important than yesterday Adam, just remember that."

"Good philosophy, girl. OK then, no regrets. What are you going to do about Justin, since he's got the hots for you?"

"I've kind of been ending that slowly, since I started to get so serious with Harley, so I'll pull the plug I guess."

I gave her tight little body a once-over. "He'll be understandably heartbroken, you know."

"No, he knew it was never going to go beyond sex, I made that very clear. He'll just be disappointed. And horny."

"He's young, so he's always horny. I guess he'll just have to get over it. Why don't you give me a real good night kiss now, then you go on to bed and I'll wait a while before I walk over so it doesn't look too funny."

She stood and kissed me, long and deep, and our tongues explored each other for a few moments. She felt and tasted wonderful, sweet and female, and her lips were so damn soft and warm! I'd have to kick Harley's ass if he let her get away, but I'd promised not to interfere. For now.

We finally parted.
"So you don't think it will look funny if I walk in wearing your shirt and underwear?"

"Nobody will know they're mine. Besides, everyone is probably in bed by now. Anyhow, that's more than you usually wear."

That was true, it had been common before she came for the guys to cross back and forth between the bunkhouse and the bathhouse either naked or in just underwear. After she had arrived everyone wore underwear or more, depending on their own comfort level, and she had quickly settled on panties and a t-shirt, or sometimes just a long t-shirt or a short robe as her bath attire. I had not known her to ever wear a bra, except for occasionally a sports bra when running or exercising. My boxers were far more cover than she usually had, and the guys that always admired her in her panties would be very disappointed if the change were permanent.

That made me think about how things would change if she did in fact marry Harley, and if them both being here, as a married couple, would even be possible. I could see a lot of potential troubles there, but that could wait, and it wasn't really my problem anyway.

She picked up her clothes and turned to leave. "Goodnight Adam, and thanks for a great day."

"Goodnight Dana, relax well. And thank you too, that was a very nice surprise. You scared the hell out of me, but I'm so glad you did!"

She laughed. "Oh, wait! There was something you wanted to ask me too, before we got so sidetracked. What was it?"

"Ummm, I can't remember! Damn, what was it? Oh well, I guess it must not have been too important. If it comes back to me, I'll let you know."

"Be sure you do. I should have let you go first, before your Alzheimers kicked in!" She laughed and turned to leave. I watched her walk away, her ass cute even in my old underwear.

I was so glad I hadn't gone first, knowing what I knew now. If Harley really intended to ask for her hand, and she had gone to Lake Powelll with me, it could have changed the entire course of her life just for a week of fun and sex. Fortunately, fate had intervened.

Stormy

That was very erotic and very nice. Your characters have a wonderful quality, they're easy to like.

Thank you,

GH