Desert Trading Post

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  Courtney said, “I’d love that so much, but what I really want is to go to Vegas and get married by Elvis. Don’t be mad, OK? I just really want to.”

  Her father laughed and said, “Dotty, that’s what you would have done if you’d had the chance. As much as I hate to miss I, I’ll give my blessing for that, too.”

  Her mother laughed and said, “Kitty, you always were a little non-traditional. OK, go ahead. I take it you’re on your way right now?”

  Courtney said, “We are. Dave would make us wait if you wanted him to, and if I’d let him. But I won’t. I’m going to be Mrs. David Raskin before I sleep a wink. As long as we can make it all the way. We might have to take turns driving.”

  Dan said, “But do we get to see you sometime? It’s been a long time, Sweetie. Will you come see us? We love you. You know that.”

  Courtney looked at me to respond and I said, “Sir, I’ll make sure that we come no more than a month from now, if we’re welcome.”

  Dotty said, “Of course you’re welcome! Don’t be silly. Um, Courtney, um, what about your job? You know? We never wanted to give you grief about it, but…”

  Courtney said, “Mom, that’s all over. I told Dave all about it and I shut it all down and quit. I got away clean and I’ll never go back. That isn’t how Dave and I met, by the way. He had no part of it. He didn’t even know about it when I fell in love with him. He’s a regular wonderful Prince Charming with a white horse and everything. The other stuff is over. I quit once and for all. And Daddy, it wasn’t exactly as bad as you probably feared. You don’t have to kill anyone.”

  I jumped in and said, “No Sir. If there’s killing that needs to be done, I’ll make sure it gets taken care of and you won’t need to be bothered with it.”

  Dan said, “I think I like you, Son. We’ll see when you come see us.”

  Courtney said, “Thank you, Daddy. I didn’t know what you two would think about hearing from me like this.”

  Dotty said, “Courtney, Sweetie, you go have fun getting married by Elvis and you call us when you’re ready.”

  Chapter 10 - Wilderness

  When we hung up, I turned off the phone and Courtney told me the phone number again so that I could copy it into the contacts on my phone, the one we’d be keeping.

  I asked, “How do you feel?”

  Courtney said, “Better than I could have imagined.”

  I said, “Frustrated?”

  She smiled and said, “Not as much as I was. That was very calming.”

  I said, “I bet it was. How long since you talked to them?”

  She said, “Maybe a year and a half. They knew about the porn. I told them. At first, I was so proud of being a model. My mom did some modeling. You might have seen her in magazines. She even did swimsuits. I guess she’s in her fifties now, but she still looks good. You’ll probably see her naked.”

  I was surprised as I asked why and how that could happen.

  Courtney said, “She is pretty open about her body. She sunbathes in the nude a lot outside. It’s pretty common. If she likes you and feels comfortable, she might not even think about it. She doesn’t do it if there are guests around, and never when we had friends over, but there were a few times when one of my girlfriends, and one time a boy from my High School, caught her outside, or in the hall, without her clothes. That won’t bother you, will it? She’s very pretty. It’s just my mom. It’s no big deal.”

  I said, “I guess so. If that’s how it is. I guess it’s fine. Um, do I get to call you Kitty, too?”

  Courtney smiled and said, “I suppose. Of course, when you do it, I’ll be thinking about different things than when my mom and dad do. I’ll be all curled up in your lap getting petted and purring. Hey, where are we?”

  I said, “It looks like we’re about an hour or so from Bend. Then another nine hours to Reno. Then seven more to Vegas. Let’s see. This says that we have to go to the courthouse in Nevada to get a license. But they’re open till midnight. Wow. They really make it easy to get married. Then we go to a chapel. Um, it doesn’t look like there’s a good place in Reno to have Elvis do the ceremony though. But there’s some cool stuff in Vegas. You should look at this when we switch drivers.”

  I looked at the maps on my phone for a few minutes and said, “How about this. We go through Bend. Maybe have lunch. We head east again. That takes us through something called the Great Sandy Desert. It’s not really a desert, but it is a wilderness. We can find a motel and then hit Vegas tomorrow.”

  Courtney said, “I don’t care. You know what? I don’t care. Just take me with you. This was your trip, so go on it and I’ll come along for the adventure.”

  I said, “OK. The motels might not be top of the line though.”

  She said, “Don’t care. If the sheets are clean, we’re fine.”

  I said, “I like to stop early, before night. I like to get into a place while it’s still light out and maybe have some time by the pool before dinner. I usually get up early. I don’t mind leaving at six in the morning.”

  Courtney said, “Fine by me.”

  I said, “We won’t make to Reno tonight then.”

  We drove for another 15 minutes and then stopped to stretch our legs and use the restroom. That went the same as always. I drove when we left. We got to Bend and had lunch. There was a resort here that I liked, and I was tempted to get a room for a few days and maybe take a river trip in a canoe or a raft, but I didn’t. I didn’t even mention it to Courtney. We just ate and got back on the road, this time headed east into central Oregon.

  We stopped at about every other rest area. We got into a pattern of switching drivers each time we stopped. These were back roads now. We were able to go at least fifty most of the time, and often faster, but I started to regret my decision not to just take the major freeways. We ended up staying in a tiny motel just before the California border.

  The town was so small that the only place to eat was a run-down diner and we decided to forgo dinner and eat just snacks from our icebox before bed. The pool wasn’t worth bothering with. But the sheets were clean enough. We didn’t make love. We didn’t even hug much. The room was hot and the air conditioner didn’t work well. Courtney was amazing about all of it. She didn’t blame me for anything and she took it all in stride. We fell asleep an hour after we got there and left about three AM.

  Driving that early in the morning was nice. There was no traffic at all, except for the very rare freight truck. I figured that it would take us about five hours to reach Reno. Courtney slept most of the way. When possible, she held my hand. She’d stir for a minute, find my hand, and drag it to her thigh. She seemed most at ease when my fingers rested between her legs. Not in her crotch, but on the inside of her thigh.

  She was wearing a pair of my loose cotton shorts and one of my T-Shirts. It was way too big on her. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She had wanted to sleep and that outfit seemed most comfortable to her. She liked wearing my clothes. The plan was for her to change into the same dress that she’d worn the day before when we came to a place to eat breakfast. She only had the one. Aside from that, she had the T-shirt that was deliberately too small for her, the skirt that was more than short enough, and two bathing suits.

  Instead of stopping to eat, we drove through a fast food place and got some breakfast sandwiches and some iced tea and stayed on the road, eating as we drove. If we kept going like this, we’d be in Vegas about three or four that afternoon. We weren’t really in a hurry. We were more bored than anything. Not with each other, just with the traveling. I think that we’d have had a much better time if we were just vacationing and had nowhere to go. But right now, we had a goal. We were on our way to get married. We’d considered looking for the courthouse and getting our license in Reno but decided that we didn’t want to take the time right then. We’d get it in Vegas.

  At each rest stop we visited, we switched drivers. Courtney didn’t bother to change clothes all morning. About an hour outsid
e Vegas, she pulled over to a turnout with a vista point. There was no one else stopped there, but cars went by on the highway every minute or so.

  Courtney went to the back of the car and found her bra and her dress, and standing on the side of the car most hidden from traffic, she pulled off the T-shirt. She stretched for a minute, her breasts pointed toward the scenery, and then put on her bra. She pulled the dress over her head and adjusted it on her body. Reaching underneath, she pulled off the shorts and headed for the passenger seat.

  I said, “Court, what about underwear?”

  She said, “Naw, not yet. I wish I wasn’t even wearing a bra. I’ll put on panties before we get out of the car. Maybe.”

  We hadn’t bothered to make reservations. There were usually plenty of rooms available. I picked one of the big casinos. In Vegas, everything is a casino. I parked in the lot and opened Courtney’s door and helped her out, and we headed for the check-in desk.

  As we walked through the casino, when we were about half way to the lobby, I had a thought and asked, “Courtney, did you put on underwear? I didn’t see you.”

  She held my arm tightly as we walked and said, “I forgot. Maybe. It’ll be cool. No worries. Nobody will know but you.”

  We got a nice room on a floor way up in the hotel. It was a small suite. Not a bridal suite, but I made sure it had a big shower, a big tub, and a big bed. We mentioned to the desk that we were on our honeymoon and planning to get married and asked for information about licenses and chapels. The girl at the desk suggested that we apply for a license online to speed up the process. The office where we had to go was within walking distance and if we already had a reference number for an application when we got there, we’d get right in. There was a chapel in the hotel, but I had a different idea.

  We walked back to the car and got our luggage. There wasn’t much. My two travel bags, my laptop, and that was it. The elevator to the upper floors required our room key before it would take us there.

  Courtney put her key in the door and opened it, but I stopped her.

  I said, “Wait! Don’t I get to carry you in? Or is that too old-fashioned?”

  Courtney said happily, “I don’t know. Try it and see.”

  I dropped my bags on the floor and scooped Courtney into my arms and carried her across the threshold.

  Inside, she smiled and said, “No, I guess that works just fine. Not too old fashioned for me.”

  Still in my arms, she looked around the room for a minute. There was a king bed, a sofa, a little table and two chairs; and outside, a small balcony with two more chairs. I carried her farther into the room and she gasped. Around the corner, hidden from the doorway, but next to the bed, was a big jacuzzi tub that would easily fit both of us. I set her down and she stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds and then went to the sliding glass doors and out to the balcony.

  Looking over the railing from 29 floors up, the view was great. The city spread out below and in the distance was the desert.

  Courtney said, “Dave, this is nice. Thank you. This is really nice. It didn’t have to be so nice. I don’t need you to spend a lot of money on me.”

  I said, “Sweetie, it wasn’t that much money. Vegas is pretty cheap. And besides, it’s our honeymoon. Do you like it?”

  She said, “I love it! My family traveled some and Dad always stayed in fairly nice places, but not like this. Dave, there’s a tub in the bedroom! And it’s not heart-shaped and weird. It’s just really nice! Davey, this is wonderful. You make me feel really special. I can’t believe this!”

  I said, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

  She said, “Oh yeah. I kind of do.”

  I grinned and said, “OK, come on.”

  I led Courtney to the bathroom. I had a feeling that she was going to enjoy this too. I hadn’t seen it yet, but I had an idea of what to expect. There was a counter with a double sink, of course, and a toilet separated by a half wall that you could see over when seated, but the centerpiece of the room was a shower that went from wall to wall on one side. It wasn’t huge, only about eight feet long and three feet wide, but it was big enough for us to shower together. There were shower heads on both ends and it was tiled with stone and the doors were clear glass.

  Courtney’s eyes went wide.

  She said, “Oh Dave! Oh yeah. My gosh. That’s big enough for three at least. Maybe five. Oh wow. Um, can we take a shower right away? It’s been a long couple of days. Maybe a shower, and then a bath. And then a shower again?”

  I said, “Sure. Let me grab the bags from the hall.”

  I left the bathroom and immediately heard a little scream. I stopped where I was and Courtney ran out of the bathroom and threw herself at me.

  She said, “You weren’t there! I forgot and you left and you weren’t there!”

  I held her in my arms and said, “Courtney, I’m so sorry. I forgot. From now on, I’ll make sure that you are ready and I’ll make sure to take you with me. We need to get my bags. Are you ready? They are still right outside the door. You hold the door open for me and I’ll bring them inside.”

  Both of us had forgotten what was likely to happen if Courtney couldn’t see me, even for an instant. She was OK now. Courtney held the door open and I stepped into the hall and grabbed our little bit of luggage. Then Courtney closed the door and leaned her back against it.

  She said, “Dave, I can’t even close my eyes unless you are touching me or I’m so aroused and in the middle of an orgasm so that I don’t notice. I get so afraid.”

  I said, “That’s the first time, isn’t it? That you lost sight of me?”

  She said, “Yeah. You’ve been so great.”

  I said, “Let’s take a shower. It will feel nice.”

  Courtney stepped away from the door and put out a “Do not disturb” sign and bolted the lock. She took a deep breath, as if she were trying to be OK now, and stood where she was, staring at me. I smiled and stepped forward. I held her as I unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall around her ankles. She wasn’t wearing panties, but she had her lacy bra, and I undid that and set it aside. Stepping back just a little, I pulled off my shirt, then my shoes and socks, and then my pants and underwear. They say that you should never let a girl see you in your socks and underwear. That you should take off one or the other and never let her see you in both. Take off your socks before you take off your pants. And unless there’s a reason not to, pull off your pants and underwear at the same time.

  When we were naked, I took Courtney’s hand and led her into the bathroom again, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor. Now that we were in the same room together, I could move around more freely, and I stepped to the shower and started the water so that it could warm up. Courtney smiled and used the toilet, and then so did I.

  She said, “Let’s brush our teeth.”

  We retrieved our toiletries from my bags and arranged them on the counter. Brushing my teeth, I realized just how grungy I felt after two days in the car and in that dive last night. We hadn’t bothered to shower this morning when we left. Getting clean again was going to feel good.

  As soon as we stepped into the water, both of us seemed to relax. Both of us sighed and let the water run over our hair and down our bodies. Courtney was beautiful. The way that she stretched as she let the tension leave her was erotic. Everything about her was erotic when she wasn’t afraid of something. She kept her eyes open, watching to make sure that I was there, but as I took a handful of soap and spread it with both hands over her wonderfully large breasts, she moaned and let herself close her eyes. She could feel my hands and that kept her in contact with my presence for now.

  I went slowly. I wasn’t in a hurry to get frisky, and I hoped that I could keep Courtney from trying to go too fast as well. I wanted this time to last a while. I kept at least one hand on her body at all times. When I had to reach for more soap, I grabbed the bar rather than the liquid and rubbed her with it with one hand while I rubbed some other
part of her body with the other. I had started with her breasts. I moved on to her shoulders, her neck, and then her face. Each time I finished a spot, I turned her into the shower spay and rinsed her. She kept her eyes closed and let me move her however I wanted to.

  Courtney knew how to encourage what she enjoyed, moaning and pressing her body into me when what I was doing felt good. Apparently, everything I was doing felt good to her. After the front of her upper body was washed, I stepped behind her and started to wash her hair. This put her back to me, sliding around my chest, her hips grinding against my groin. I couldn’t help but get hard. I didn’t try not to. I was washing Courtney's hair and she was wiggling her butt so that my shaft ran between her cheeks. I wondered if she was wanting me to go ahead and do her from behind, the way that she had asked me to, but I wasn’t planning to do that just yet. She did feel amazing though. Every few thrusts of her hips backward against my post, she squeezed me hard and tilted her pelvis so that the head on my penis pushed along the cleft of her slit.

  The first time that we had showered, Courtney had asked me to wash her butt. There was plenty of shampoo running down her back and into the space between her ass, and it was very slippery and luxurious as we danced this way. I slid my hand down to her ass and rubbed each globe with one hand, holding her with my other hand on her stomach, occasionally fondling her chest. As my fingers found the valley of her cheeks and started to roam up and down there, Courtney grunted and rotated her hips up and down in an opposite rhythm, enjoying what I was doing. Courtney was sensitive everywhere. Her breasts, her neck, her butt, and apparently, her anus. I didn’t shy away from any part of her. If she liked it, I could do it.

  She turned me on. Not anything in particular, just her. She had told me that being watched while she peed wasn’t erotic for her, and I didn’t have anything like that that especially aroused me, either, so touching her anus was something I’d do if she liked it, but there was nothing at all that I felt like I’d want to ask her to do if she didn’t. She was responsive enough without having to come up with anything unusual or taboo. But if she enjoyed it, I was open to trying it. I did enjoy getting off in the car and having her lick my semen from her hand afterward.