“Don’t know how I missed it, but I think the truck threw a rod. Or maybe a gasket blew out. There’s oil all over the dirt, underneath there.”
That would explain it. A couple of us got down and looked for ourselves. It wasn’t enough to be all the engine’s oil capacity, but it was enough to put an end to any hope of fixing it. That old workhorse of a pickup wasn’t going anywhere without a new engine. It was junk on wheels now.
* * * *
Kara was tearful as she listened to the explanation. Her whole body slumped, and I watched as her mother, Dorothy, put her arms around Kara’s shoulders. I wished I had the nerve to hug her myself, but I was hesitant. She was still a fairly recent widow, and I wasn’t sure my advances would be accepted. So I kept my feelings to myself, and watched from the sidelines. I wanted to get close, and I feared my distance would leave the door open for one of the other single men in our group to make a move.
“What are we going to do, Dave?” Kara’s voice was shaking, her crying making it thick and wavering.
I shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to find a way to squeeze you all in somewhere. Probably have to leave most of your stuff, though.”
Kara just nodded and dropped her head. Dorothy jerked her head to the side, indicating she wanted to speak to me privately. After a quick squeeze, she let go of Kara and followed me a little distance away.
“Dave, I’m just going to be up front with you, and say my piece. I’ve seen the way you look at Kara, and I know you want to help her.”
I scraped the toe of my hiking boot across the soft blacktop, concentrating on the mark it left behind. I hadn’t thought I’d been so obvious, but a mother has sharp eyes when it comes to her only child.
“Listen,” Dorothy continued, casting a glance over her shoulder. Kara had dropped to the grassy area before the fence and was hugging her kids.
“Kara feels the same way about you. She’s afraid to do anything, because she feels guilty about Calvin being gone such a short time. I’ve told her she has to move on, but she worries. With a child to care for, she thinks no one wants to take her on.”
Dorothy gave me a sharp glance. “I told her she was crazy, to come to you, but she won’t. So, you’re going to have to make the first move, and don’t take no for an answer. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“Yes, ma’am, I think I do.” I grinned at her. “I’ve wanted to be with Kara from the moment I first saw her, and I love little Brenna. I’ve always wanted to be a father.”
“Well, then, first you’ve got to find a way to get Kara in your truck, so you can make your claim on her. These other guys, I don’t think they’re right for her or Brenna. Nothing wrong with them, mind, it’s just—. Well, it’s you she wants, and she should have what she wants for a change.”
I knew what she meant about the other single guys in the group. They weren’t bad people, but they weren’t married for a reason.
“So you get that sorted, and then tonight you need to make sure you two are alone. Cement the relationship, if you know what I mean. I’ll take care of Brenna, and you do what you have to do.”
I was shocked to be told in no uncertain terms to take a woman and make her mine. Dorothy was a small, round woman who said little under normal conditions, but she’d said plenty today. And I intended to listen to her. I wasn’t a fool, and to find the woman I wanted also wanted me made my heart skip a beat.
Dorothy gave me a long, steady look, staring deeply into my eyes. Finally, she nodded and headed back towards Kara.
I looked around, but everybody was busy checking their vehicles, taking drinks of water and chatting. We hadn’t been taking many breaks from the driving, so it was nice to be able to move about, even if it wasn’t under very pleasant circumstances.
I caught sight of my own Chevy Suburban, a big-ass older SUV that was already loaded with my gear and the stuff from my two passengers, a couple of the other single men. They didn’t have much beyond some clothes and extra ammo, and I thought about where I could put them to make room for Kara’s little family.
After some thinking, I realized there were two big cab pickup trucks that could take one each, as well as their stuff, which would give me ample room to pack in almost everything Kara had, and then the five of us could ride together.
It took some sweat and effort, but we managed to move things around without taking too much more time, and soon we were on the road again, heading for the planned camping spot we’d picked out to stay overnight.
We were trying to make a reasonable amount of miles every day without over-taxing the vehicles or people, but we also wanted to camp or stay in out of the way areas that would hopefully be safer. That’s why we were on back roads, working our way around bigger towns that might be trouble. It made the journey longer, but so far it had worked out just fine.
As we made good speed down the road again at last, I could see Kara glancing back at the abandoned vehicle, watching the faded red shape fade into the distance. I knew she was thinking about Calvin, since it had been his “baby” since high school.
I reached over and took her hand, and to my delight she wound her fingers around mine. I thought that was a good sign, and from the corner of my eye I could see that Dorothy thought so as well, judging from the smile that tweaked her lips.
Well, I have to start somewhere, and letting Kara know I understood her feelings couldn’t hurt.
* * * *
It was full dark by the time we arrived at the old KOA campsite. We were all tired and ready for some food and a good night’s sleep, so we wasted no time in getting lanterns going and setting up the tents.
Once we were done with that, some of the women began pulling out the coolers with sandwiches and sodas that had been made up before we left. Having things ready to eat saved us precious time, and no one wanted to have to build fires and cook after being on the road all day.
A couple of the guys made a small fire for everyone to sit around while we ate. We liked having this time to wind down, and today had been more stressful than usual, almost as bad as the first day, when we’d left the city.
Dorothy had made sure she and Kara set up their small tent next to mine. I’d caught her watching me as I worked, and once she winked at me. I knew what she was thinking: tonight, Kara and I needed to talk and see if we were going to get together. I could feel my groin tighten as I thought about it. I wanted so much to feel Kara against me, to touch her soft curves and kiss her lips.
At some point after we’d eaten, Kara and Dorothy had gotten up, cleaned away the remains of their meals and taken Brenna off to bed. I expected Kara would return and sit with me for a while. But she didn’t come back, and I began to doubt myself. What if Dorothy was wrong about Kara’s feelings for me?
I didn’t know how I’d face her on the road the next day if Kara had changed her mind. It would be awkward, that’s for sure. We were stuck riding together, and I didn’t want to think about being so close and knowing I’d lost any chance with her.
I sat by the dying fire for a while longer, breathing in the smell of burning pine and watched the flames sputter. My feelings were all tangled up with thoughts of being with Kara, of making a life together even as the world went to shit.
It was almost dark around the camp when I gave up waiting and took the last lantern and made my way towards my little tent. I was about halfway there, moping about things between Kara and me and life in general when someone stepped out of the shadows. I jumped, which set the flame flickering.
When my heart had calmed down, I got a good look at the person in the shadows under the trees. It was Kara. My heart started thumping again.
“Sorry I startled you,” she whispered. “I thought we could go someplace private and… and talk.”
“Sure. I’d like that.” I was stuttering like an untried schoolboy. It’s like you’ve never been alone with a woman before. I gave myself an inner shake and turned to lead her away from the sleeping group.
We just wen
t a short distance, close enough to be within the safe area provided by our armed companions but far enough away to have some privacy. I hoped everyone else would be sleeping soundly, other than the two people on the first watch.
When we’d reached a small clearing at the edge of the campsite, Kara shook out a blanket I hadn’t realized she was carrying. I was so wrapped up in thoughts about what we might do on the peaceful, starry night I hadn’t paid any attention to anything other than not tripping and making a fool of myself.
I’d just set the lantern down when Kara turned to me suddenly and moved into my arms. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her close, bending down to smell the flowery scent of her shampoo. Gardenias, I thought. It was a rich and heavy smell, and it suited Kara’s womanly figure.
We stood like that for a long while before Kara pulled back and looked up into my eyes. I could tell she was feeling scared, and I leaned down and gently kissed her. She hesitated at first, but then responded. It was a sweet kiss, not filled with raging passion. I had a feeling I should go slowly, let her lead. I didn’t want to scare her away.
Our kisses deepened, and soon our hands began to softly explore each other. I cupped her round breasts and squeezed them gently, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. They hardened and I could feel Kara tremble. I began kissing the soft area below her earlobe, still molding and massaging her tits.
Kara’s hands moved from around my waist and she began to unbuckle my belt. I felt a surge in my groin, and my cock stiffened. She was working the zipper of my jeans down, and the feel of her fingers pressing on the stiff shaft inside my boxers was almost too much to bear. I had an urge to push her down onto the blanket, but I held back. Still a chance I’d go too fast, push too hard, and then the moment would be lost.
It was absolutely the last thing I wanted to happen.
The wind rustled through the pines, music to our lovemaking. I took a deep breath and inhaled the clean scent of pine mixed with the odor of a healthy, sexually aroused woman.
I swear, there’s nothing better than that.
I came back to the present with a shudder when Kara slipped a hand inside my shorts and took hold of my cock. Her hand was soft and hot as she gripped me firmly. I looked down at her and saw she was smiling gently, her eyes closed as she began to pump her fist up and down in a slow, totally erotic motion.
It was hard for me to breathe, and all I could do was stand there while this amazing woman gave me the best hand job of my life. We were both still fully dressed, and at that moment I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the way she slid her fist up and cupped the head of my cock, giving it a squeeze before she was working back down the length.
This just wasn’t going to do, though. With my pants still up, though the jeans were sagging around my hips, I couldn’t get the full effect of the act. I dropped my hands to the waist of my pants and pushed them down further, dragging my boxers with them. I could feel the cool breeze on my ass, and I shivered from the sensation, wrapped up in the feel of Kara’s hand.
Now Kara could work all of my cock, and she set to it with enthusiasm. I held her by her shoulders and let her set her own pace. We were both having trouble breathing, gasping in rhythm as I rose to a climax.
I groaned as it got closer, biting back the sound so we didn’t disturb the people sleeping just a few feet away. Kara was going faster, gripping me just a little tighter with each stroke.
When I came at last, spurting my wad into her hand, Kara surprised me by leaning forward and taking my erupting cock’s head in her mouth. She sucked the cum until I was bone dry, and all I could do was stand there, wobbling at the sensation.
After it was over, Kara straightened up and smiled at me so sweetly. She gave me a hard kiss, and I could taste myself on her lips. It was something I’d never experienced before and I was shocked at how sexy it was. I was already getting hard again.
Kara stepped back a little and reached to the waist of her own pants, what they called yoga pants. She slid them down, slowly, watching me watch her as the soft fabric inched down, down. After she stepped out of the puddle the pants made around her ankles, I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could see the thick bush covering her mound even in the faint glow of the lantern set behind her.
My dick gave a surge at the thought of plunging into that womanly mystery.
Kara saw it all and smiled. She lifted her tee over her head, and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, either, I watched as the firm globes of her pert breasts appeared before my lusting eyes.
I stepped closer, but Kara eased back towards the blanket, giving me a come-hither gesture. I couldn’t help but follow, mesmerized by her beauty. She was everything I liked in a woman, round and curved in just the right places, with breasts not too large, tight little nipples poking out.
We reached the blanket and Kara knelt at one side. I joined her, and we faced each other. I leaned in to kiss her, and she met me with an eagerness I knew wasn’t faked. I began to stroke her soft skin, leaving behind ripples of goosebumps.
I played with her breasts, pinching the nipples until they hardened even more, making Kara sigh and moan with pleasure. My hands moved down, tracing the edges of her waist, teasing around her navel. I slowed down as I got closer to her cunt, which made her whimper.
I pushed Kara until she eased onto her back, her legs splaying, inviting me. Finally, I lightly ran my fingers over her bush, tugging the hair and stroking the flesh beneath before I slid a finger into her slit. Her clitoris was plump and wet, and I took my time playing with it, rubbing and pressing the sensitive nub.
Kara was squirming with pleasure, moaning and licking her lips. I could feel she was going to come, but I didn’t want it to be too soon. I just wasn’t sure how long I could hold back, wanting her to come and wanting to be inside her, riding her body until we both came together.
When I knew she couldn’t last much longer, I began using my fingers inside her, letting them take the place my cock wanted to be. I was stroking in and out faster, letting my thumb ride her clit. I watched her face, seeing her bite her lips, eyes closed tightly while she crested the waves of pleasure until finally she was over the top and I kissed her hard to stop her from crying out.
We lay together for a while, stroking each other and kissing while we recovered. We murmured and whispered the kind of things new lovers said to each other. I knew I was going to make her come again, and this time my cock would be deep within her when we reached the peak together.
I was already hard again, so I began playing with Kara’s clit again, feeling her get wet and ready for me. She opened her legs wider, knees up and splayed. I could see her perfect pussy, glistening with her desire.
I got between her thighs and placed the head of my rock-hard cock against her ready hole, looking deeply into her eyes. I wanted her to give me a signal, something to say she wanted this as much as I did, that she hadn’t changed her mind.
With a snort, Kara grasped my ass and yanked me forward, and my cock slid deep into her hot, wet pussy. I groaned as her inner muscles grabbed my shaft. I couldn’t move for a minute, could think of nothing but the feel of her pressing and releasing my cock.
Kara lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips, lifting her rear off the blanket.
“Come on, lover. Don’t leave a girl hanging like that.”
The amusement in her voice, and the look of utter lust on her face had me going, plunging into her depths before pulling almost all the way out. I let her set the pace, and she was leading me on a fast, hard ride. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I was totally into the act.
As I’d hoped, we reached the peak and climaxed together, both of us smothering our cries against each other’s mouth. I wasn’t sure I remembered how to breathe, it was so good. But I found I could, once I was done.
* * * *
I don’t know how long we lay there, catching our breath and cooling down. The breeze that swept through the pines was
a relief on our hot, sweaty bodies. After a while, we lay on our backs, holding hands and watching the stars twinkle far above us.
I knew we’d have to get up and go back to our separate tents soon, but I wanted to cherish every moment of this evening. We had maybe one more day on the road, with a night at a camp site much like this one. I was getting excited thinking about repeating tonights sex again, and the thought of having Kara every night after that was almost more than I could bear to think about.
It was odd how I’d worried so much about the world as I knew it collapsing, wondering how life would be afterward. It hadn’t ever been something I looked forward to, but then I hadn’t had any idea there would be a sexy woman to share it with.
We parted at the tents, and I gave her a last, hard kiss, pulling her hips close so she could feel the erection that was already stiffening and pushing out the front of my jeans. It was a silent promise that there was more of me and my desire for her, enough to last a lifetime.
Kara didn’t hesitate, but kissed me hard and pressed herself to me, slowly circling her lower body. I knew she felt the same, and this wasn’t just a convenient arrangement between two lonely people. She wanted me, and I wanted her.
“Until tomorrow, my love,” Kara whispered as she pulled away. “Tomorrow and all the days after that.”
I could hardly wait.
THE END
Verily Harden secretly longs for Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome to come along and sweep her off her feet, hopefully headed for his upscale bedroom. Until then, she satisfies her itch by writing about chance encounters and steamy hook ups, among other sexy story lines.
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