Chapter 71: Cuckold Situation?

The list of people I missed seemed to get longer every day. In Northern New Jersey, I arranged for a limousine to meet Katarinia – Kitty and me where the Appalachian Trail crossed a major highway. I also arranged for first-class flights from Stewart Airport in Newburgh, New York, to Sarasota. The jet was in California on business. I resolved to get my own.

We had a teary goodbye, and I sent her off on her next adventure. Who knows, I might even come back with her the following year and do the north end of the AT again, or maybe she’d wait because she was so busy with some new career.

After the limousine drove out of sight, I trucked across the highway and back onto the AT heading north. Things got to be anything but remote. Part of the trail went through a local zoo. I saw Mr. Bear again – his cousin probably, and this time he couldn’t get to me thanks to the zoo enclosure. Also, it seemed I couldn’t go but a few hundred yards before I’d be on, under, or over some other major highway. I walked across the Hudson River on a bridge, shortly after the zoo.

I stayed on the trail, but I did treat myself to a motel whenever I was near a city or town of any size, and in the densely populated area, that was often. I also used restaurants more than we had been.

Two days after putting Kitty on the plane to Florida, I got a photograph from Crystal that somebody had taken around the dinner hour on my patio. Crystal, Trish, Elynn, Jean (with baby), Carol, and Kitty were standing nude and looking very happy. I kept that picture handy to remind me of what was important in my life.

The trails in New Jersey, New York, and Connecticut were wide and well worn. There was no doubt we were near a large city, or that people there quested to be closer to nature than whatever they had. There were a lot of altitude changes along the Trail in those parts, and lots of road crossings.

My arrival In northwest Connecticut corresponded with the arrival of Tropical Storm Estelle complete with a forecast for three days of heavy pelting rain and wind speeds up to fifty knots. I just made it to West Cornwall when the rain started. I had telephoned ahead from the top of a nearby mountain and reserved a room. The Hitching Post Country Motel was nice and unpretentious. There were a few other hikers there, and they still had available rooms. Everyone was hunkering down for a few days. I texted Crystal my whereabouts, so she’d know where I was when the icon on the tracking map wasn’t moving.

Across the back of the large old home was a long wide porch with chairs that seemed amazingly untouched by the storm because it was alee of the house. My pastime the first day was sitting in a chair with cellphone in hand catching up with what was going on. In a way, I didn’t want to ruin my surprise at all the changes when I got home so I didn’t want too much news, but on the other hand if there was something important going on, I’d fly home and take care of that. I could always come back, although the end of the season in Maine was already in sight for some campers. Crystal and I had talked about all of that.

She filled me in more on her two businesses, a wedding she’d done a few days earlier, and then a private porn video that lured Mitch into action to make the video. She knew a little about Cyber Solutions from talking to Alice but there wasn’t anything really significant that I needed to know. I did still have my CS email account if they really needed to reach me.

On the porch, I also met Noah and Charlotte Hall from outside Philadelphia. They were doing the Appalachian Trail in really small segments and not in any particular order. They’d hiked the previous two years and done the AT from Hot Springs, North Carolina up to the Delaware Water Gap. This year they were doing from the Gap to Northwestern Massachusetts, so they only had the rest of Connecticut and Massachusetts to hike to get to the point they’d break off for the year. I learned that many hikers did this in even smaller bites.

Noah was a serious thirty-year-old that taught about computers and science in his local high school. I resisted the urge to tell him about my science background, other than to say I had worked in the field of technology network integrity for some of my clients before I’d kind of quit to think about the rest of my life. He accepted that.

Both Noah and Char, her nickname, were in good shape as well they should be to hike the trail the distances they had. He mentioned that they both did weights and jogged regularly. I told of my martial arts activity in my friends’ dojo.

Char was the more vivacious of the two – even flirty. She also taught STEM subjects in the high school, but emphasized physics and chemistry. She seemed really sharp and was pretty enough that I expected she was a great diversion to high school boys.

Char was certainly a diversion for me. As we talked and the storm raged overhead, I watched the hot blonde babe move around in the deck chair she was in. At one point, I knew she was taunting me, because she sat in her chair with her legs spread wide and the crotch of her shorts tight against her pussy. I was sure I could see the camel toe formed. When I checked in visually with her – eyes to hers – she was smiling, almost daring me to say something.

The Inn had a bar with a limited selection of beverages. The wine selections boiled down to red or white. Char and I got white wines; Noah had a beer.

Char went inside for a bit. Noah said to me, “You like her?”

“Of course. She’s a doll and smart to boot.”

“She’d like you, and I’d like you to be with her, too. Please consider that to be a serious offer.”

“You’re swingers?” My mind was racing and I could almost feel my ‘little head’ take over doing the thinking and decision making. I actually laughed at my perverted thinking process.

Kitty had departed a few days earlier, and I was horny again. Char was really sweet and delectable, and from her teasing I assume she wanted to be with me.

“Not really. She likes to be with other men occasionally, and I derive great arousal from the fact. I like to watch, if that puts you off let me know.”

I shrugged, “Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Yes, I’d like to be with Charlotte if she wants to be with me. I don’t do guys.”

“Nor I; not a problem.”

Char returned and I saw Noah give her a smile and nod. She turned to me, came over, and gave me a sizzling kiss. She plopped down on my lap. We were the only three people outdoors on the porch fortunately. The next ten minutes were dedicated to Char and I kissing each other with deep and meaningful kisses. She was also grinding her butt down into my lap. I knew she could feel my hardness rising to the occasion.

She also put one of my hands atop one of her breasts. She was braless, and I was sure that hadn’t been the situation when she went inside a few minutes earlier. Noah and Char did want what would happen later.

The Inn served limited meals as well. I had the Yankee Pot Roast for dinner. We talked about teaching and, in particular, what the high school students were like.

Char laughed, “You mean the young men and women with raging hormones? Well, some decide to test themselves with high risk behavior. Of course, some try drugs and alcohol, but others really get into sex. They have contests apparently to see where they can fuck in the school. There are janitorial closets, storage rooms, empty classrooms, labs, and so on, and I’ve found more than one couple fucking merrily away in each of them.”

I laughed, “Sex education?”

They both raised their hands. “We’re some of the faculty that have to teach that from time to time. It’s a shared responsibility, and the sad curriculum is rigidly set by the state. Of course, we can’t advocate. Mostly, we try to explain how easy is to get pregnant. That said, we have about three or four pregnancies a year in the school we teach at. Not at all unusual. Some abort and some carry through. We just try to be supportive.”

“You involved with any students?” I posed.

Both violently shook their heads. “No. Never,” Noah said blunted. “That’s the kiss of death in so many ways and every teacher knows it. The next career step after that is asking somebody whether they want a double order of fries with that, and that would only occur after you got out of prison as a registered sex offender. The penalties are severe and multi-dimensional.”

Char said, “That doesn’t stop the guys from propositioning me, or the girls from offering their hot little teenage bodies to Noah. We go out of our way to never be alone with students, but sometimes we can’t help it. It’s a hazard of the job.”

Noah said, “What we just said only applies to a small percentage of students – maybe ten percent or twenty percent of them. The rest are exploring, searching for themselves, figuring out who they are instead of who their parents want them to be, dealing with personal freedoms for the first time, and tending to their egos as they move into adulthood. Some get moody and depressed. Some color their hair orange, red, or blue, and others clam up and get all shy. Others become bullies. There’s peer pressure everywhere, and all of them are concerned with body image.”

I shook my head, “Other than that, they’re good kids?”

“Oh, absolutely. They do a lot of good in the community and they do worry about the right national and international issues in my opinion – climate change, refugee situations, the hungry, and so on. We teach that there aren’t easy solutions to any of those, but they sure know and worry about them.”

We finished dinner, and I got us all some liqueurs. I sipped some of mine, and then gave Char a liquid kiss, squirting some of my Grand Marnier into her mouth as we Frenched.

Char moaned, and pulled away from me slowly. “THAT was the sexiest and most arousing kiss that I’ve ever had in my life.” I looked to see whether Noah had been insulted or angry at her remark, but he just smiled and nodded at her. He did ask where I’d learned that ‘trick’.

I kissed her several more times, adding to her arousal and her desire to do something really sexual with me very soon.

As we finished our small glasses of liqueur, Char stood, grabbed my hand, and looked at Noah, “We’ll be in the room. I can’t wait any longer.” I went along peacefully, and Noah followed with a growing smirk about his wife’s behavior.

We went upstairs to Noah and Char’s bedroom. The stairs creaked, and there was no doubt that this was an old farmhouse from two-hundred years earlier. Fortunately, the rooms had been well sound proofed. Either that or the other guests were kind at breakfast the next morning and didn’t glare at us for the sexual noises we made.

I made love to every square inch of Char’s body before we had penetrative sex. I think my doing that drove Noah crazy. He sat in the only chair in the bedroom and eventually stroked his cock as he watched me slowly seduce his wife. Of course, Char had already made her mind up that she wanted to be seduced.