Chapter 11

Rather than ride around looking for things to do, I grabbed the local tourist rag from a rack in front of the Inn and perused it for ideas beyond my broad brush approach. When we were driving back from the airport, I noticed Cattlemen's Bar & Casino, on Airport Road. If we ran out of ideas, I thought that might be fun diversion for an evening.,

We were definitely spending a day at the glacier, and maybe a long weekend lazing around in the hot tub, naked, and letting nature take its course. Other than that, I had no real firm plans, and felt like I should try to come up with some, and see what the girls thought.

The goal was to keep Brenda and Cindi away from Coeur d'Alene for two weeks, while the novelty of George's shooting died down. So far, we'd been gone four days, and five nights. We still had nine days to go. If necessary, I would charter a plane and take them even farther away.

The Desk clerk helped me make arrangements for the glacier tour, and when I added all the options that looked like fun, it became a two day event, which helped fill in the needed time. Breakfast for the three of us took up the hours between waking and lunch, so the day was going to sort itself out without much in the way of boredom.

We enjoyed a long walk amongst the trees surrounding the Inn. The Inn was situated among ten acres of trees a couple of miles outside of the little town of Big Fork, where the Swan River empties into Flathead Lake. It provided a nice, quiet, and remote lodge where we could let our hair down, and be left alone. I didn't think anyone would ever think to look for Brenda and Cindi at an Inn so far off the beaten path.

Big Fork, other than a handful of bars, and churches, wasn't all that much of a town. We drove into Kalispell, about fifteen minutes away, to shop, dine, and generally waste time. We spent several hours just driving aimlessly around the area, with no agenda other than to see what whatever was there to see, and keep going. Dinner was at an old tavern, that made wonderful food, and when we returned to the Inn, we were ready for a long soak and bed.

Brenda and Cindi shed their robes when we climbed into the hot tub, and that was when I discovered they were tubbing naked. The Inn only had one other couple, and we hadn't seen them for two days, so I guessed the girls decided it was safe to let their hair down, along with their clothes.

It wasn't long before Cindi wanted to talk about sex. "Mommy and I want to know how you got to be so good at making love."

I didn't flinch so much as twitch, but Brenda caught my surprise and pressed ahead. "Let's be real. I was eighteen once, and Cindi is now, so we are far too aware of the lack of technique and complete ineptitude of eighteen year old boys when to comes to pleasing a woman. You don't have that problem, and we want to know why."

There was the one question I didn't anticipate.

I was expecting questions about David's background and family life, but to be questioned about lovemaking skills at the tender age of eighteen wasn't on my radar screen. I knew I better have a convincing answer, so I hit it straight on.

"One thing I don't like to do is talk out of school" I said, seriously. "What I will tell you is that I had a wonderful period in my life when I was with an older woman who made it her mission to make sure I was equipped to give her the satisfaction she wished for and dreamed about. We were intimate for almost two years, and then she went away, but what she taught me I've used ever since."

They were thinking that over, especially the part where I said I wouldn't talk about the people I'd been with. Brenda would certainly appreciate knowing that her behavior with me would stay with me. When she got Cindi alone, I was certain she'd make sure Cindi understood what a good thing it was that I refused to talk about other women.

Of course, Cindi wasn't ready to let it go. "I can't understand how you could be my first, and not hurt me. You have to have been with virgins before, to be able to avoid all the pain I was told to expect."

That was almost too easy. "Cindi, baby. You were using a vibrator for weeks before we did it the first time. That alone would have helped you avoid the painful part of your first time. Think about it. You got used to having something inside you, probably stretched or even tore your hymen. That's the source of most pain the first time."

Brenda gave me her version of the look, and I dropped it.

The hot tub was just right, and we spent serious time enjoying the quiet, warmth, and comfort.

Brenda eventually ended up on my lap, kissing me aggressively, while working herself onto position to take me inside her. Once that was accomplished, she set up a rhythm that made sure we didn't slosh all the water out of the tub, but still got her the contact she desired. When Brenda came, she turned and kissed Cindi with a ferocity that shocked them both, hopped out, and headed inside.

We had enjoyed 'family' time until the water was too hot to stay in any longer. Inside we showered off the chlorine and literally collapsed into bed. After the sex and hot water, combined with the other activity, we were ready to crash and sleep through the night.