Chapter 3

The sign right outside Fields said Frenchglen–52 miles. It was a beautiful drive, through the Catlow Valley, past the Roaring Springs Ranch, aptly named for all the springs gushing out of the hillside right above the ranch house. Cattle in pasture after pasture, there must have been thousands in those fifty-two miles.

This side of the Steens is so much different than the east side; it’s lush, green, a gentle slope, and has ranch after ranch. The other side, where my battery died, is hundreds of square miles of the Alvord Desert, an ancient, dry lakebed, perfectly flat, another place like the Bonneville Salt Flats where racers try for world speed records because of the long, smooth, hard-baked terrain, then the rough, vertical cliffs extending thousands of feet to the summit; two completely different worlds.

The Steens Mountain Loop Road, South entrance, took off about halfway to Frenchglen, a loop I’d researched. The little guidebook said that it was usually closed until around the first of August from snow, and that there’d be hundreds of wild horses on the loop, not that I was overly interested in them that evening, I had other things on my mind.

A little later after about a ten-mile, curvy downhill stretch, I came to the town (I guess it’s actually known as a town) of Frenchglen. There’s no store, a tiny post office, an ancient hotel, and four houses. It made Fields look like a metropolis, I think it had six houses, AND a store. But alas, no hotel. I guess that kind of evens them out a little more.

Right at the edge of town is a road taking off to the east, the North Steens Loop and Page Springs Campground, where Naomi, my new friend (and hopefully, in a few hours a MUCH better friend) said they were camped.

There’s an old historical ranch barely out of town. I stopped there alongside the road to make some minor ‘adjustments’.

Such as makeup, check clothes, etc. I would have loved to have my vanity from home, but the little sink and mirror in my van would have to do. Luckily, I’d brought along my travel makeup kit, just in case. My skin is kind of a light olive shade, very soft. I started with a little BB cream, applying it in circular motions to even out my skin tone, then my eyes – a ginger-rose eye shadow. I’d done this many times, so even with my eyes closed I could blend in the colors on my eyelids. To make the look even more dramatic, I applied my extra black Perversion eyeliner and extra volume mascara, all of it from ‘Just for Redheads’.

When I opened my eyes and looked, I couldn’t help but smile at the way they ‘popped’. I was sure that both Jason and Naomi would like it.

I brushed a little Coralista blush to my cheeks and finally opted for a deep red Maybelline lip gloss. I thought the look was stunning, even if I did say so myself. The face in the mirror looked like a foxy vixen, exactly the kind of look I wanted.

Next, my hair. I love my hair, flowing to my shoulder; sleek, straight, and silky red. I brushed it and got out my curler, giving it deep waves, then took a quarter of it from the top and pulled it to the back, so it was part up, part down, then clipped it in the center with a large black flower decoration. I thought about spraying it for a little hold, but preferred it softer and loose.

Perfume, I need perfume. I’d put in several from home, (why? Just because I like to smell nice, even if it is only me) pleased when I saw the one I wanted, chuckling a little that I’d even brought it. It was the sexiest, most man-crazy that I owned, one I’d bought from Victoria’s Secret for my wedding night. I sprayed a little on my wrist, rubbing it on the other as well, then my cleavage and neck. I smiled, thinking how naughty I was, adding just a little ‘down below’.

I love that perfume, so sexy, the smell of jasmine, coconut, and magnolia filling my nostrils. If Naomi had been wearing it, there’d be no way that I could resist her.

Lastly, my outfit. I looked at myself, liking what I saw. Like I said before, I worked hard to maintain what I thought (Aaron confirming it regularly) was a very attractive, sexy body. My shorts would have made the real Daisy Duke blush, not much more than the matching bottom to the thin, skimpy bikini top I was wearing, I thought a little mystery would add to the mystique, so I dug out the bikini’s matching coverup. It was a silky, flowery material, not really intended to hide anything, plenty sheer to show what is (and isn’t) under it.

I didn’t have any heels, which wouldn’t have been appropriate anyway, but I did have a nice pair of strappy sandals I like a lot. (so does Aaron, but I could wear a burlap bag with cutouts and he’d think it was sexy).

I checked one last time in the mirror. Sometimes, a girl is her own worst critic, but I liked what I saw, my rock-hard nipples visually demonstrating how I was feeling, sexy as hell. I was hoping that Jason and Naomi would like, too.

There had hardly been another thought in my mind the last few hours besides this moment. Now that it was here, I was scared out of my mind. My nerves have been less when giving closing statements in court, trying to keep a client out of prison. Who would have thought, when I discovered that dead battery this afternoon, that this would be my evening, tonight?

Finally ready, I drove through the campground, seeing their pickup in front of a big travel trailer almost around the circle, with an empty campsite right next to them. I pulled into the space, hoping I wasn’t stealing anyone’s camp spot, and got out of my van. True to Naomi’s word, Jason was outside working at his grill, now watching me with a huge smile on his face, always a boost to a girl’s psyche.

He put down his turner or whatever it was he had in his hand, and almost ran over to me, giving me a big hug and starting to kiss me before pulling away, “Can I?” he asked.

I giggled, thinking the question was a little absurd after what we’d done earlier that afternoon – and I was here, wasn’t I? I answered by wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him another ‘peck on the lips’ that quickly turned into exactly what I’d intended, far more than any ‘peck’.

“That answer your question?” I asked him, panting, my lips about an inch from his. “Your wife still okay...? He scooped me up and twirled me around, his tongue in my mouth.

“That answer your question?” he repeated my words back to me.

I was getting very optimistic that this was going to be a delightful evening, already feeling his hardness pressing against me. And then it dawned on me, we’d just fucked, less than three hours earlier ... and he was already this hard again? I thought older men ... never mind.

I guess he wasn’t ALL that much older, forties, maybe? I was thirty-two, if you believe the statistics, probably close to my sexual peak. And in this case, I do believe, if anything, still on my way up.

“God you’re sexy!” I heard him mumble, watching his sparkling eyes traveling up and down my body, seeing ‘that’ look on his face, the look any woman loves to see on a man who she’s trying to seduce, obviously enjoying his view very much, as was I of him. He’d changed into shorts and a t-shirt, emphasizing his muscled chest and arms. Smelled nice, too. My most secret lady part was threatening a flood. Then, “Come, we’ll ask her,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to their trailer. On the way past, I noticed three steaks, not two, already on the grill. The man obviously was nothing, if not optimistic.

“This pretty lady has something she wanted to ask you,” he told his wife before turning and tending back to his grill.

“You want to know...”

I kissed her. She was stiff, obviously surprised, but then ... she relaxed, beginning to meet me, opening her mouth a little, letting my tongue slip past her lips. It seemed only seconds until we were both frantically clawing at each other, my mind blank except for the feel of her soft lips ... and the vision of her fingers pressing inside her ‘other’ lips earlier in the day, her backless halter top no resistance to my probing fingers, the naughty girl not wearing a bra ... or much else on top.

“What you doing in there?” her husband yelled from outside, sounding rather impatient. It had turned into a VERY long kiss.

We pulled apart from the interruption, staring at each other, panting heavily, both of us. “I’ve never...” Naomi started.

“Neither have I,” I told her, “but you were so sexy earlier, I’d never seen a girl masturbating...”

“Steaks are done, Hon, you want to bring the corn,” we heard from outside the trailer. Timing!

We stepped apart, nothing else said, I think both of us knowing ... later...

Naomi grabbed a pair of tongs out of a drawer and dipped out three wonderful ears of corn that had been steaming on the stove, and I followed her outside to the outdoor table. “Hope you like your steaks fairly rare, it’s the only way we ever eat them,” he told me, plunking one of the most delicious-looking rib steaks I’d ever seen on a paper plate.

“Perfect,” I answered, “just so it doesn’t go moo when I cut it.” I’d swear that my husband’s steaks were still half-alive when he ate them, barely browned on the outside. I shivered at the thought, they were hardly thawed inside. I love a little rare, but raw? NOT!

“Is my van okay there, should I move it?” I asked, worried about where it was parked.

“It’ll be fine tonight ... you are planning to stay, I hope,” Jason told me, “we can get it registered first thing in the morning.”

We got to know each other a little better while eating. I learned that Jason teaches upper-level, high school math, all the way up to beginning calculus. “Math was my worst subject,” I told them, “maybe if I’d had a better teacher, it would’ve been better.”

He agreed, “The teacher can be everything in math. I’d like to think that my students think so, too.”

Naomi told me she’s an accountant, owns her own business with two employees. I couldn’t help but smile at that, I guess the adage that ‘accountants are stuffy and boring’ can be a bit misleading at times, at least as far as it concerns her. Speaking of, I was having a little trouble keeping my eyes up where they should be, her tits and nipples under that top so fucking enticing.

Speaking of tits and nipples, my own were aching for attention, my nipples tight little beads, just anticipating a mouth on them. I was wishing I’d foregone the bikini top, making them feel so constrained. Besides, I love the feel of soft material rubbing against my nipples.

I took a deep breath and told about watching The Good Wife, how Alicia had been an inspiration, making me want to be an attorney, then going to work for Aaron, later marrying him.

I was surprised when Naomi and Jason looked at each other quizzically, Naomi finally explaining, “We’ve never heard of The Good Wife, what kind of show is it?”

“Only the best show on TV,” I said, “a woman whose husband betrays her, she goes back to work as an attorney, in a firm led by an old ex-boyfriend, and all that comes from it. You really need to see it, just be sure to start at the beginning.”

Dinner finally ended, and I helped carry dirty dishes into the trailer. Naomi said she’d wash them in the morning, then took my hand and led me into their small bedroom, Jason following. I was more than ready for ‘whatever’. Our conversation at dinner hadn’t been sexual, but the tension had been building inside me all the same, thinking about that before-dinner kiss. From the looks on their faces...

“Melissa and I started something right before dinner...” looking at me with an expectant face, “I ... think I’d kind of like to resume it,” looking over at her husband, “if you don’t mind.”

I could just imagine my husband being asked that same question if he was here and what his reaction would be ... mind? More like a wet-dream coming true! Not that the situation had ever presented itself or that we’d even talked about it, but still ... He is a man, after all.

That look on Jason’s face was revealing all. He was entering wet-dream territory, too.

And I sure as heck wasn’t going to complain!

Especially, when he beckoned his wife to him and pulled the bow behind her back, then the one behind her neck, letting her top fall to the bed.

I know I’d seen her topless before, that afternoon, but I was just a little preoccupied then. Now ... God, she was gorgeous. I lifted my bikini coverup over my head, then reached behind and pulled the string of my top, too, letting it fall away. We sat a moment, just staring at each other, both our sets of eyes traveling up and down. I know my heart was pounding a hole in my chest, pumping blood into my plump nipples ... and my sensitive clit.

I’d never been attracted to another woman before, noticed pretty women, but nothing like this, ever. My pussy was gushing, set to go off. Naomi and I leaned together, simultaneously, our lips together, on fire. Our tits pressed together, sending shock waves through me. I had no idea it could be like this with another woman.