Adam's Journey

And it ended again, now I have to wait, more please
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And now I will be gone for a week to the Caribean and hope to find out what next at my return, Thanks
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Wonderful writing Stormy, thank you. Now on to the houseboat and Kori and Ron. Adam might want to call Sue and borrow one of those Cialis tablets for the trip.

I'm actually looking beyond the houseboat trip, trying to figure out where you're going with this story line. Doesn't matter, it's great no matter what you decide to do.

Kristi and Scottie? Hmmm.....no, she needs to get her situation with Adam straightened out before she does anything like that, but maybe in the future...........

Thanks contdoc, I hope you have a great trip.

TF2, thanks again for the comments, it's always fun reading them, but a little disconcerting when you read my mind. By the way, Sue originally gave Adam two pills, so...

Ron frowned, trying to remember, then brightened. "Burritos. Her burritos and green chile, she knows how much you like that."

"Jeez, that's kind of a lot of trouble, especially considering she's late getting home. Maybe we should just call in a pizza or something."

He shook his head. "Nah, she wanted to give you a good send-off, and she already bought all the stuff."

I did love Kori's Mexican cooking, she used recipes she had gotten from some Hispanic friends of hers, very authentic. Her green chile was the best, flavorful and spicy.
"Well, maybe I'll go see if I can do a little prep work for her, cutting up stuff and all, try to save her a little time and effort."

"OK, now you're just trying to make me look bad, spoiling my wife like that. What's the big idea?"

I laughed at him, knowing that if I didn't make a pre-emptive strike he and Kori would soon be laboring over dinner while I sat out there on my ass. He'd help her, he just wouldn't start without her.

"Ronnie, you don't need my help to make you look bad, you drive that poor woman like a galley slave. Sit, relax, I know my way around."

I went on in and started working on the prep stuff. I did know my way around their kitchen, having spent so much time there, and I'd helped both Ron or Kori with stuff in the past when they would throw parties and all. I found and diced up the green chile peppers and just a couple of jalapenos, discarding the seeds and keeping the hotter peppers separated so that Kori could adjust to taste.

I also cubed up and browned the piece of pork tenderloin she had bought for the chile, and was just starting on getting the ground beef and refried beans out when she showed up.

"Adam, what are you doing?"

"Oh, just thought I'd give you a hand with this since you were running kind of late."

"Wow! That's so sweet!" She looked around at what I'd done, and I looked at her. She was wearing a closely tailored business suit in blue-gray, and it was very flattering to her figure, emphasizing her full bust and narrow waist, with the skirt and jacket both flaring out over her shapely hips. Her white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to suggest her deep cleavage, and the slit in the skirt showed a nice amount of shapely leg, tightly encased in tan nylons. The low black heels stayed with the overall conservative feel. She looked great, expensive and confident, and I told her so.

"Thanks. Board meeting today, I should know those always run late."

I knew she sat on the board of one of her charities, a smallish local non-profit to which she was very dedicated. She quickly took over the prep, getting her chile mixed up and simmering, then giving me a little direction on what to do next while she went up and changed clothes.

She soon came back wearing one of her smaller bikinis and a gauzy cover up that covered up very little, and I looked her up and down, whistling.

"Yikes! That's how you go from hot executive type to just plain hot in under two minutes! Wow!"

She laughed. "Well, you know how much I hate having clothes on. This feels way better."

She got herself a glass of wine from the fridge, Reisling, I think, and we moved around each other getting things set up until everything was at the stage where it just needed cooking time. I was very aware of her body, and of the scent of her perfume when we got close to each other, and thought briefly about the fact that I still had close to ten hours on that 36 hour Cialis, if indeed it worked that way.

Leaving things simmering we walked out to join Ron by the pool, me trailing her and admiring her shape and the swing of her hips as she walked. When she bent down to kiss Ron I tried not to notice how her snug bikini bottoms clung to her and so plainly outlined her pussy, but I couldn't seem to look away. I suppose because I'm such a pig.

Ron smiled up at her, his love for her apparent on his face. "Hi baby. I'm so glad you're home. Another kiss, please?"

She bent again, again displaying her assets to me, and I felt myself hardening and quickly took a seat on one of the lounges. Ron asked Kori to get each of us another beer while she was up, and we both watched her walk across the pool deck, mesmerized.

Ron chuckled softly. "Damn I'm a lucky guy!"

"That you are, my friend, I'm just glad you realize it."

She came back, carrying the two beers, and saw us smiling at her. She smiled back, tilting her head quizzically. "What?"

She passed me my beer, and when she reached out with Ron's he caught her arm and pulled her down with him, nuzzling her neck. "We're both just trying to figure out how I got so lucky, baby."

They kissed and nuzzled together for a few minutes, enjoying each other, and I drank my beer. Their affectionate displays used to bother me a little, early on, but now I'm used to them and don't feel self-conscious when they make out a little. I do admire their love for each other.

They settled back after a brief time, snuggled together, and Ron remembered about Sue.
"Oh, hey honey, our little neighbor lady came over for a swim with her kids today. She's pretty nice."

I cut in. "Yeah, and she's got big boobs. I'm pretty sure Ron found her charming."

He leapt to his own defense. "Hey, you're the one she kept talking about! Honey, it seems our friend Adam had dinner with Sue and Rick last night - sucker never seems to eat at his own house - and she couldn't stop singing his praises."

Kori turned and looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Really Adam? You know you're going to have to tell us that story, don't you?"

I groaned. He had threatened to turn her loose on me, and he hadn't wasted any time.

"C'mon K, can't a guy have any privacy?"

"Well, you already told me what they wanted to do, remember? So did you? Do it, I mean?"

I could see that she would never relent, I've known her long enough to know that, so I told them a slightly modified version. I was still uncomfortable with and somewhat ashamed of what I thought of as the more gay aspects of the evening, and so I left them out. I know it's silly, I should own up to it. It had felt good, really, and it was between consenting adults, everyone involved had enjoyed it and no innocent bystanders were harmed, but still...

I just had some hang-ups that I couldn't tamp down, and this was one of them. A huge one, it seemed. Things were moving way too fast for me, an old leopard changing it's spots far too suddenly.

I painted it more as a traditional threesome, something they had wanted to experiment with and we had all enjoyed, and didn't make it too graphic.

When I had finished, Kori pumped her fist and said "Yesss!!"

I looked at her. "What's that about?"

"I won my bet. Kristi bet you'd wimp out and not do it, even though she told you to go ahead, but my money was on you."

"You bet money on me fucking Sue? Jesus Kori!" I was amazed at this, it was too weird.

"Well, no, not money. That's just an expression. We bet a prize to be claimed later. Kristi now has to do one thing I tell her to do, no matter what it is, and right now neither of us knows what it might be. I'll be looking forward to collecting."

I turned to Ron. "Damn! I suppose you were in on this too?"

He held his hands up, palms out, waving me off. "Nope, no, not me buddy! Although I'd have sure kicked your ass if you had passed up that opportunity. The Male Society of America would have probably come and taken your balls away, since you wouldn't be using them."

I shook my head, feeling a little used and a little abused, but the thoughts of what kinds of things Kori might demand of Kristi played in my mind, hardening my cock and quickening my pulse, and then dinner was ready and we went in to eat, me attempting to hide my extra bulge. The Cialis was apparently still working quite well, and my erection was very slow to recede.

Stormy

That is a very sexy nonsex scene. You have a wonderful cast of characters and I eagerly wait for every episode.

Thank you

GH

Thanks GH, coming from you that is high praise indeed. I'm thoroughly enjoying your newest creation by the way, so thanks for that!


They dropped the topic of my evening with the neighbors while we ate dinner, and we focused on our upcoming trip instead. We enjoyed the spicy repast as we finalized plans on when and where to meet, who would bring what, etc., and after dinner, as Kori cleaned up a little, Ron and I pulled up a couple of maps on his computer just to be sure we had our facts straight. We had never been to Lake Powell before, but there are limited access points and it seemed pretty straightforward.

The only real unknown we had was how long it would take me to drive there from my job site in Wyoming, and a Google trip map helped some with that. If I got there too far ahead of them there was a nice little resort hotel near the marina, or I could always sack out in my car for awhile. If they got there early they had the boat, of course, and I was sure they could keep each other entertained.

With the details settled, we put away the data we'd gathered and refreshed our drinks before heading back out to their patio, taking seats near the pool. Ron had switched to Scotch, and I had Kori pour me about half a glass of Reisling when she poured her own.
This would be my last, I had to get home and to bed soon since I only had about 6 more hours before my alarm would be going off in the early darkness to send me back to work.

I took one of the chairs, leaning back comfortably, while Ron stretched out on the chaise lounge. Kori took the chair across the low table from mine, sitting forward on the edge and looking at me intently. I knew what was coming, and didn't have long to wait.

"So, now do we get the real details of your evening with Sue and her hubby?"

"K, there's really not much more to tell. It was just a threesome, like in the stories you read, something they wanted to try, and I fucked Sue while her Rick watched and joined in. It was fun, pretty wild for me, but pretty strange too."

"Did you cum in her mouth?"

I was shocked she'd asked that, so flat out like that. "Damn, K, I guess I should have taped it for you!"

"Ooooh, I wish you had! So - answer me!"

"Yeah, I did, sort of. She's pretty talented at that, you know, blowjobs, and she seems to really enjoy doing it."

Ron had been listening, not speaking, but now he asked "How do you 'sort of' cum in her mouth?"

Talking to them about this, despite how close we all are, was proving very uncomfortable for me.
"Well, you know, in her mouth and on her face. And, uh, in her husband's face."

"No shit? They were both blowing you?" Ron's kinky side was clearly awake, his interest piqued.

"No, well, c'mon guys. Let's just say he was within range and Sue was doing the aiming." A small lie.

Kori jumped back in. "Did he freak out?"

"Um, no, just the opposite. He seemed to really get off on that."

Ron laughed. "Man! Who'd of figured you'd finally stray from the straight and narrow and instantly fall in with the Kink-meisters. My guess is you were probably the one that freaked, right?"

"I guess, maybe a little. It was kinda weird for me, but it was a pretty erotic evening. Really kind of fun. Definitely different."

Kori stood up and crossed to me, straddling my right leg then lowering herself down so that she was sitting on my thigh facing me. I was instantly aware of the heat of her pussy pressed against my bare thigh, her tiny suit barely separating flesh from flesh. Her back was to Ronnie, but I could see him. He was just watching us, waiting for Kori to make the next move.

She was looking at me, from just a foot or so away, and I held her gaze.

"That was pretty hot Adam, but you know what would be even better?"

I assumed it a rhetorical question and didn't answer, and she went on.
"You should have cum inside of her, while her husband just stood there and watched, you should have given her back to him all full of your cum. That would have been hot. From what you said, I bet he would have loved it."

"Umm, well..."

She realized what I was hinting at and slapped my arm. "You did, didn't you? You came in her pussy, right in front of her husband! Oh, damn, that's so sick! I love it!"

Ronnie was kind of laughing too, more in surprise that I had done it. Or maybe that I had admitted it. "You make me proud Adam, proud to be a man. I never would have guessed you had it in you!"

"Well, I don't anymore. Sue does."

They both laughed at that, and I became aware that Kori was slowly humping herself against my leg, clearly very aroused and possibly unaware she was even doing that. I was also painfully aware that her pussy was now not only very hot, but also quite moist through her suit, and that my cock was totally hard and forming an obvious ridge in my pants.

She went on. "That's incredible, right here in our little neighborhood. Who knew? How did he react when you came in his wife?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course!"

"He went down on her." They both just looked at me.

"I swear, he fucking went down on her and ate her pussy like it was the best thing he'd ever had! She had cum just running out of her and his cock was hard a stone and he lapped up every drop, he polished her clean for the next ten minutes or so. It was amazing!"

Kori was humping my leg harder now, pressing down, and hard enough that I was sure Ronnie was aware of it, and her neck and chest were getting kind of flushed and red. My leg was actually getting wet under her.

Ron watched her for a second or two, then shook his head. "That may be the grossest thing I ever heard!"

I could tell Kori didn't fully agree, and I was of mixed feelings myself, having witnessed the result.

"Yeah, maybe. Or maybe he did it for her, because he flat out lit her up. I mean, she came like a fucking rocket, she loved it. I thought she had cum good while I was fucking her, but when he did that to her she just exploded. She must have cum ten times."

Kori, very matter-of-factly, said "I would have."

Realizing what was happening to her, how aroused she was, and that she was about to bring herself to orgasm on my leg, I put my hands on her thighs and stopped her rocking. She looked at me, and I gave just a slight shake of my head, telling her no.

I'll never know why Ron didn't stop her, or stop us. I can't imagine that he wanted his wife to get off, with me, while he watched, but as always he let her forge ahead and stayed out of her way. Like I said, his attitude is always so damn ambiguous!

Realizing that I had no intention of satisfying her (or of allowing her to satisfy herself) she pushed off of me and crossed to Ron.

"Go home Adam. Go home and go to bed and we'll see you in a week or so. Unless you want to stay and watch me fuck my husband, because that's what I'm going to do right now."

So saying, she popped her top and dropped it to the ground, her bikini bottom immediately following, and lowered herself into Ron's arms.

I scrambled to leave, my cock rigid and aching. I could have watched, but I couldn't bring myself to. The last thing I saw was Kori tugging at Ron's pants as he squeezed her breast.

I am glad that I am back from the islands. This is so erotic and sets the stage for a fun trip
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Thanks cd, I hope you had a fun trip. Welcome back.



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 alcohol 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 person 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 killed 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, fatherly attitude toward Dana. I thought Brian was very fortunate that Harley hadn't disassembled 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 abuse 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 drinks 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 shit 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 Stetson, 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 killing 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 personal 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 personal 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 shit 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 animal 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 bison 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 animals 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 personnel 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 kill 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 shit 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 fetal 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 sleep 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 reinforced 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 reason 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 abused 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 reasons! 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 reasons. 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 animals."

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 reasonably 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 animal 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 drinking 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 sleeping 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 person, 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 animal 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!