'Why…?' He looked back down the empty road.
'He… wanted to take me… up in the hills… s-somewhere on his motorcycle and…'
'… And, what…? Fuck you…?'
She looked down, her face flushing, slightly, 'Yes…' she trembled.
'What in the hell did you pick him up for then?'
Her eyes questioned.
'I saw you… in the bar with him!' he explained. 'He seems like a damned poor choice!'
Stan saw that she was shaking, violently, and knew she was in no condition to be driving. 'Slide over!' he said, firmly. 'I'll drive you the rest of the way!'
She obeyed, and Stan opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
'I was angry… I guess…' Vivian tried to explain. 'I was mad at H-Harry… and mad at you… too… for… for…'
'… For turning you off… during lunch?'
'Hell… what did you want me to do… grab you and lay you right there… in the restaurant…?' he asked, exaggerating.
'N-No but we could have been alone… tonight and…'
'We'd have been taking a chance of your husband catching us!' he reminded her.
'No… it would have been all right… with Harry!'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean… h-he wouldn't do anything…'
Stan looked at her, questioningly, not understanding, so she went on, 'He does what he wants… and I do what I want!'
'So you tried to pick me up…?'
'Yes… b-but there's a reason!' She looked away, not wanting to tell him… yet; it was the wrong time. Looking back down the road, she saw nothing on it, and heaved a sigh of relief. Now, that she had Stan Brewster alone… she might be able to carry on… from where she had left off, at lunch, when he had rejected her advances. She would know, in just a little while whether or not he was interested. 'Why don't you drive around, for a while… maybe we can find a nice… private spot someplace… where we can talk…' she suggested.
'O… Or… fuck…?' His boldness in making the further suggestion amazed her. It had just come rolling out of his mouth.
'… Or… both!' Vivian told him, her heart leaping with excitement. Well! Maybe he's coming out of his shell…!
Stan put the car in drive and released the emergency brake. He drove quite slowly. The road led past the two camping spaces, but there was no way he could avoid passing them. He'd just have to chance being seen, either by Lois or Harry… but Harry — according to Vivian — was no longer any problem.
Passing his campsite, he saw nothing of his wife, Lois. He sighed with relief, 'Well… my wife didn't see us!'
Vivian smiled and slid across the seat close to him. Likewise, he passed the Williams' trailer. Harry was nowhere to be seen.
'We're in the clear… now!' Vivian said in a conspiratorial tone, snuggling close against his shoulder, her hand dropping, eagerly, to his lap to feel the heated bulge of his growing erection.
'This's where we left off at lunch!' he remarked.
'When you… so-so forcefully took my hand away… damn it!'
'Well… we don't have to go over that, again!' Stan told her, shifting his position, slightly, in the seat, and allowing his thighs to spread a little more. Hell… if she wants to play… I won't stop her, now!
She knew what to do.-His change of position was all the signal she needed. With deft, sure knowledge, she zipped down the fly of his pants, her hand squirming inside to find the hardening shaft of his cock. She brought it out into the cooling air of the late afternoon and gasped, involuntarily, as she saw and felt its far above average adequacy. He glanced down to see her tiny hand holding it. Her bold approach, the erotic change of having this strange woman diving into his pants like that, caused it to jerk, throbbingly, in her hand, and he thought: Christ! If Lois would only break loose with something like this… once in a while… it'd be a whole new ball game!
Vivian was ecstatic. Oh, it's going to be nice… after all! MMMmmmmmm! 'Stan… darling… you surprised me! It's even bigger than I thought it was!'
'Yeah…? Well I guess it's big enough… to get the job done!' He was flattered but felt he had to be self- effacing.
'I have to tell you this…' she breathed into his ear. 'Do you know what I thought… when you took my hand off of it?'
'No… what…?'
'I thought you might be gay… or something like that!'
'The hell you did!?' Stan snorted. 'I'm far from that! Except for when I was a kid… experimenting around… you know just growing up… trying to find out what it was all about… I've never had any yen for that sort of thing… especially after I found out about girls… and cunts!'
'That's a relief!' she sighed. 'I like my men… to be all man!'
'Well… can't you feel it there in your hand?'
'Oh, God, yes… and I can't wait to feel it shoved into my cunt!' Vivian murmured, leaning down across his lap, her lips coming down to kiss the blood-inflated head of his cock.
As her lips made moist contact with the red satin of the corona, Stan moaned with the intense pleasure of the sensations her mouth caused. Damn! She's really hot for it…! And I haven't felt so hot and bothered… for a good long time!
Harry Williams spent his time lounging in a folding camp chair, listening to a portable radio and drinking beer. He had just stepped inside the trailer for another cold can of brew, when he saw his station wagon coming up the road, but when he came back out a moment later, fully expecting to see his wife, Vivian getting out of the car, he was totally surprised. I'll be damned! She went right on by!
Looking up the road, he saw the big Mercury. There were two people inside. Vivian was the passenger… and the driver was a man. He shaded his eyes to look closer and recognized the driver as Stan Brewster. An instant grin of deep satisfaction creased his big face. Vivian came through after all… it looks like! Now… the fun begins!
He set the can of beer down on the table and hurried to the rear of the trailer. Opening the storage compartment he removed a folding bicycle, assembled it, went inside to get his binoculars and peddled, happily off in the direction his car had gone. There's one thing for sure… they can't go very far on this road!
It was only about a half-mile farther on that he found the station wagon pulled off the road. A high, steep slope to the right ruled out his quarry's going up there, so he searched to the left, in the stream bed. He spotted them with his binoculars. Stan and Vivian were just disappearing around a bend of the stream where they would be hidden from the road. Stan, Harry noted, was carrying a blanket. Well… they're going to do some serious fucking… I guess, from the looks of things! Got their arms around each other… and everything… just like a couple of kids… going off to tear off a piece of ass… behind the barn!
Putting his binoculars back in the case, he fished his car keys out of his pocket, got into his car and eased it carefully back into the road, hoping that the roar of the falls, unseen around the next bend, would cover the sound of the car's motor. He swung the car around in the road and drove down to where he had left the bicycle. Putting the homely looking but functional vehicle in the back of the station wagon he drove, rapidly, down the road to the camping area. It won't be long now! Lois Brewster's going to be surprised to see me!
Luckily, there were few tourists, who took the little side trip to these particular falls. There had been no cars on the road, which pleased Stan, and the spot he selected, in the stream bed, could not be seen from the road. Across the stream was an unbroken wilderness. It was perfect. He spread the blanket on the sand and reached for Harry's wife, to kiss her for the first time.
She came into his arms, easily, lifting her mouth to his. Their lips welded and tongues became busy, searching and savoring, while hands roamed, to find hollows, curves and hard muscle. After a few moments, she twisted her head aside and murmured, 'Stan… darling… there's one thing I have to tell you… b-before it's too late!'
