Chapter 1

We saw the van, one of those nice camper vans in a large wide spot, the hood up, a sure indication that something was wrong. Being the good little boy and girl scouts that we were, Naomi, my wife, and I stopped to see if ‘whoever’ needed some help, not that there would be any other reason they would be parked out in the middle of nowhere with the hood open, especially one with a license plate from Colorado, a longgg ways away.

We were on the gravel road running along the eastern base of the Steens Mountains in Southeast Oregon, rough, vertical cliffs of the Steens on one side, the dry Alvord Desert on the other. I seriously doubt there’s a more desolate place in the state. We were a very long and bumpy twenty-eight miles off the highway and hadn’t seen another car all day. Even the highway had seemed deserted.

I’m not a mechanic by any stretch of the imagination, and Naomi isn’t either. Miss Vito on ‘My Cousin Vinny’ we were not, but at least we could rescue somebody out of the desolation.

I parked behind the van, and Naomi stayed in the car while I walked up to find out what the problem was. There was no one in the driver’s seat, so I knocked on the entrance door to the van. It only took a moment for the door to open, and inside was a young woman who simply took my breath away. She was dressed the way I’d always imagined Naomi; ridiculously short, Daisy Dukes, low on her hips, and a thin white, blouse, the kind tied right below her boobs, leaving her tight midriff nice and bare. She was fine, VERY fine in fact, obviously many years younger than Naomi and me, early thirties, probably.

And I felt guilty for ogling when I realized she’d been crying, her eyes red with tear streaks running down her cheeks.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, “I’ve been sitting here for hours,” wiping tears from her cheeks.

“What’s the problem?” I asked her, hoping beyond hope that I could help her. Damn, she was pretty.

“Dead battery,” she said, “I stopped to walk up the trail, and when I got back, it was dead.”

I looked, the trail she was talking about led up into one of the pretty canyons coming down off the Steens.

“I think I have a jumper cable,” I told her.

“Think you can get my motor started again?” she asked, looking about as hopeful as I’d seen on a woman’s face.

“If it’s just the battery, yeah, pretty sure,” I told her, my heart going pitter-patter noticing that ass as she turned to get something. And what an ass it was! Of course, I haven’t seen many ladies in shorts like those, either.

I walked back to the pickup, that view still clear in my brain and I told Naomi what was going on, just not everything, like that sexy ass, or the rest of her, either. She drove the pickup alongside the van so the cables would reach.

Naomi got out, leaving the engine running, and was talking to the girl while I hooked up the cables, thankful that it seemed to be something so simple. Once it was all connected, I told her she could try to start her van.

She climbed in, turned the key and it started right up. While she was getting out with a huge grin on her face, her tears obviously a thing of the past, I unhooked the cables and was stowing them in the back when I heard her ask my wife, “Can I kiss your husband?”

I had to smile, I hadn’t been kissed by another female since Naomi and I married almost twenty-two years earlier, especially one who looked like this. Well, except for my mom, but that hardly counts.

“Honey, you can kiss him, borrow him, do whatever you think you’re woman enough to do,” Naomi told her. Thank God I still had my arms over the bed of the pickup putting the cables back in their proper place, no doubt I’d have fallen from the shock if I hadn’t been holding onto something. Thankfully, too, I didn’t have a mouthful of iced tea or pop, I’d no doubt have spit it out, choking and hacking.

My wife and I have had this standing joke for about the last fifteen to twenty years about some pretty girl ‘borrowing’ me. She’d point out some pretty, young thing and suggest that she’d no doubt like to ‘borrow’ me for a little bit. We both knew she was kidding when she said it, and other than that little idiosyncrasy, Naomi was about as strait-laced and conservative as they come.

Her teasing would invariably make me hard, thinking about the girl, and what Naomi and I would get up to later that night, talking about what she might have done with me. I was a high school math teacher and wrestling coach, in damned good shape for my forty-two years, and Naomi was constantly teasing me about how much fun the girl would have. But that was as far as it ever went, no one else ever knowing about our little ‘borrowing’ game, and no way in hell would we ever go beyond the fun teasing.

Now, she’d gone and told this sexy, gorgeous girl she could ‘borrow’ me? What the fuck!

I’m sure my face was still showing the shock when this woman, I still didn’t even know her name, strode the few steps over to me, a huge smile on her face, threw her arms around my neck, and planted her lips on mine.

Fuck! This wasn’t just a ‘thank you’ kiss, either, it was open mouth, tongue, and all, with those soft lips. Right in front of my wife!

And hell yeah, if Naomi wanted to play this game, I kissed her back just as hard ... and enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Like I said, it’d been twenty-two-plus years since I’d been kissed like that by anyone other than Naomi.

I discovered something else, too, there was no bra strap across her back, and those felt like really nice tits pressed against my chest, under her thin shirt.

She finally pulled away and whispered just loud enough to hear, “I hope your wife meant what she said, I’ve been out here eleven days and am really, really ... you know what.”

This was NOT how I’d expected this day to unfold when Naomi and I decided to make the trip to the Alvord desert that morning.

“I heard that,” Naomi said with a smile on her face, “shall we go inside?”

Fuck!! The woman opened her door and followed Naomi inside. Me? My knees were shaking so badly that I wasn’t sure I could take that step up without falling flat on my face.

I managed it, though, my heart racing, my brain with no fucking idea what to do.

There was a twin-sized bed in the back of her van, another bunk above. She sat down on the lower one and patted it beside her, “Come, take a seat,” this goddess told me.

I checked with my wife one more time, this was a bit out of the ordinary for us, and I wanted to be sure I understood. She motioned for me to go ahead and sit.

“You can tell me to stop,” she told Naomi, “but until you do...” and she leaned over, pulled my head toward her with her hand, and met my lips once again.

Oh God! When was the last time Naomi and I had kissed like that? We kissed ... a lot. But this girl...! Hot fucking damn! I’m not even going to try and describe what she was doing to me. Use your imagination, except I’m pretty damned sure it’ll fall far short.

We fell back on her bed, lips still locked together, no-name girl pulling us together. I had NEVER made out with a girl, not even knowing her name. Never with someone I’d met fifteen minutes before, either ... or anyone who looked quite like her. There were a LOT of firsts going on that afternoon.

She pulled away, leaving me panting, barely able to catch my breath, “I’ve never had a stranger undress me before, wanna be the first?”

I looked over at Naomi again, just sitting there. Well, maybe not JUST sitting there, she had her hand down inside her pants, not making any secret of what those fingers were doing. I kinda sorta took that as a ‘go ahead’, undress her.

Like I said, her blouse was one of those tied below her boobs. She watched my shaking fingers as I pulled the bow-tie knot, then undid the two buttons above, letting it fall open. There wasn’t nothin’ underneath, which I already knew, but seeing is a whole, helluva lot different than just knowing.

“I’ve been told they make a nice mouthful,” she said, as she pulled my head down. Hell, I wasn’t gonna deny the lady. My mouth clamped onto her right tit, sucking that oversized, hard nipple right in.