Chapter 112

"We are in the slowest part of our year at the resort. Unless we can think of a way to get fishermen to come to a frozen lake in winter we will spend the next four or five months with just you and I working on the place. The offer stands until I withdraw it, which could be months away."

"Fair enough."

She stood and started turning the dining room into a bed. I got an extra blanket for her and a pillow. I used the bathroom and then climbed onto the bed over the cab. I pulled the curtain to give Monica privacy, undressed, and slid under the covers. She used the bathroom as well and turned all the lights out before she went in. When she came out I heard her get into the bed down below and I said, "Good Night Monica. Sleep well."

"Good Night Nick."

I must have been tired because I fell asleep quickly and deeply. I woke once during the night and needed to go. As quietly as possible I climbed down and made my way to the tiny bathroom. I attempted to pee quietly which is funny since Monica was only five feet away. If she was awake she didn't let on and soon I was back in bed and fell asleep again.

As dawn started to light the inside of the RV I woke up, feeling Monica moving around. She pulled the curtain slowly and climbed into bed with me. She spooned against me rubbing her naked ass against my morning hard on. I savored the feel of her warmth and the smell of her. She found my hand and put it on her small breast. I held her like that as if I was still asleep. There was no hurry. I was enjoying holding her and not feeling all the feelings I had felt for the last few years of my marriage. This was not my demanding wife. This was Monica who had just given herself to me.

It may sound strange but we both fell back asleep. We woke up when we heard kids laughing and talking as they rode their bikes around us in the parking lot. I slowly reached for Monica's pussy. I had not heard her doing anything last night that would have gotten rid of her bush.

"I hate pussy hair too." She whispered.

She was totally smooth. What started as a check out became stimulation. My fingers explored her crease and her depths. My mouth explored her neck and ear lobes. She moaned and grasped my cock, stroking slowly.

She slowly turned over to face me and we kissed for the first time. Our first kiss was in bed with her holding my cock and my fingers buried in her pussy. There were many more kisses. She stroked me until I was completely hard and then she asked if she could suck me. She asked if she could suck me!

It took her a long time after I said "Yes!" to work her way down to my waiting cock. She explored and enjoyed all the skin between my face and my shaft. When she got to my shaft she didn't use her hands at all. Her lips and tongue ministered to every nerve ending in my shaft, my balls, and the area surrounding them. Each felt her touch, her kisses and were teased and tantalized until I felt the pressure building towards the flood I so wanted to give her.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered.

"Really?" She giggled with my cock in her mouth. As I unloaded she swallowed all of it and made appreciative noises as she did so. As I began to shrink I turned her so that I could return the oral gift she had given. She hesitated.

"What's that about?" I asked.

"You don't need to do that. I don't have orgasms."

"Oh. Never?"

"Never. I don't know why. I love fucking but oral just doesn't do it for me."

"You cum when you fuck but not with oral?"

"No. I like fucking but I don't ever cum."

"OK, for now. We do need to get on the road, so if it's OK with you we'll postpone the next part of our sexual enjoyment until later."

"OK. Are you disappointed in me?"

"No, not in you. Disappointed because we need to get on the road, disappointed because if we fuck the kids will hear and know what we're doing, disappointed because I really love giving oral sex and now I need to wait. Not disappointed in you."

I started to roll toward the edge of the bed and my face passed near her pussy. I stopped.

"May I have a taste?"

A second of hesitation then, "Of course." Her legs parted and I tasted Monica for the first time. Her nectar was oh, so sweet, and brought with it a fragrance that spoke of lust and being with a willing woman. I sucked in all the nectar I could in a few seconds and then pulled back.

"Thank you. You taste wonderfully. I will want more of that taste, and often."

"Anytime. My pussy is now yours. As they say in some randy novels, I am your slut."

"I like the way that sounds."

We climbed down and packed up quickly. Breakfast was a quick stop at a fast food place and we were on the road again. Our day was filled with talk and laughter and even music. I had lived in the RV for months and had never turned on the radio. Monica turned it on and we listened to a country station for a while. We had seen a sign that said it was the station for truckers. They gave lots of weather and road reports so we checked in at least twice an hour. Monica decided she liked traveling in an RV because she could take a pit stop without stopping. She had bought supplies for dinner the day before and she had bought the fixins for lunch as well so when it was time I just pulled over and we had lunch.

Monica had gotten into the motorhome with one suitcase when I picked her up. One suitcase. She had been wearing a yellow western shirt and jeans. Today she was wearing the same jeans and a green western shirt. After lunch I asked what else was in her suitcase. Two more pairs of jeans, four pair of boot socks, a bra, two more western shirts, her toiletries, and one large t-shirt.

That was all she had worth bringing with her. At the next large town I got off the main highway and found a mall. Inside I found a western clothing store. Monica got four new shirts, a new pair of great fitting jeans, some more socks and a pair of boots (for going to town). At another store she got some t-shirts that fit, a jacket for the rain and one for winter. I saw Victoria's Secret and we found three bras I liked. They went with us.

On the road again Monica was bubbling. After twenty miles she was quiet. I could tell she was thinking, so I stayed quiet.

"Nick, this morning, when you said, "May I have a taste?" you weren't asking permission were you?"

"No. I was telling you gently what I wanted. You picked up on it very quickly and I like that."

"If I say to you that I want to suck you, will you hear that as a demand?"

"No. I will hear that as you saying what you want. I may say "No." If I say "No" you can ask why and I won't hear that as a challenge. I'll make it up that you simply want to understand my thinking."

"Now that I am yours, what if I say "No" to a request?"