Chapter 139

Driving home at three in the morning isn't my idea of a good deal. That being said, I have done it for years. My wife talked me into living in a beautiful rural community in southern Washington. We found a great log cabin big enough for us and even a kid, if one came along. She even found a job in Trout Lake. I needed to keep my job in Portland. Portland is a three hour commute... one way!

Somehow I was convinced, by her, that this would be great. I would live in a tiny studio in Portland all week and drive home after work Friday night. On Monday I would drive back to Portland in time to be at work at four in the afternoon.

For the first six months it was sort of fun. I would leave work at just after midnight and by three or four in the morning I was crawling into bed with a naked, horny woman. We would spend Saturday and Sunday having fun in bed and in the countryside and then I would make the trek back to work. Charlene was a good looking country woman. Someone's first look didn't say "Good looking woman," it said, "Good looking country woman." She worked on a farm. She wore western clothes. Jeans more often than any other outfit. The jeans always looked like they were tailored for her body. The western shirts were always tight and she had just the right stuff to fill out the shirts in the right places. Her hair looked brown when she stood in the shade or the evening outside. In the sunlight it showed red highlights. We went to grange dances, hiking, swam in the White Salmon river and we even went white water rafting in that river.

In the second six months two things happened. The first was weather. In dry, clear weather the commute was about three hours. One night in early fall it was raining when I got off work. At six in the morning I inched across the bridge between Hood River and White Salmon. At eight-twenty I parked my truck in front of our cabin and walked into a bigger storm. It was Charlene. She was frantic with worry over the thought that I had been in an accident or hit by lightning. I wanted to sleep and she wanted to talk. She talked and got really angry when I fell asleep on the couch.

By the end of that wet, gray weekend changes had been made. First, I would get a cell phone so Charlene could call me while I was on the road. Second, if the weather report forecasted a storm in the gorge I needed to stay in Portland. That way she wouldn't worry so much. During the wet, gray weekend she stayed naked most of Sunday day and night. She woke me Sunday morning with her mouth around my cock. After breakfast we went back to bed and had slow, sensual sex while the rain tapped on the metal roof of our cabin. Charlene had made a big pot of stew on Friday so we ate well all weekend. I woke Charlene Monday morning with my face in the "Y". Her wake up orgasm was a screamer. Her second was inspired by my cock in her bald pussy and my finger on her clit. Then I showered, dressed and was on the road back to Portland.

I was two hours late for work. The boss and I talked and he gave me a cell phone. He wanted to be able to find me and stay in communication now that the weather was starting towards winter. I was smiling when I left his office. I didn't need to buy a cell phone. Charlene would be happy with how quickly I had obtained a cell phone. I called her the next morning and scored big points by being so prompt.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the weather was colder and clear. I found myself watching the weather on TV every day. At work Thursday night the forecast was for a storm to hit the gorge from Portland to Pendleton Friday evening. I knew that the odds were that I wasn't going home. The boss gave me extra work over the weekend so if I couldn't go home I at least could make some extra money.

I called Charlene. She had been watching the forecasts too. She sounded disappointed that I wasn't coming home. I didn't mention the extra work or extra money. With the extra money in the next check I bought a bigger TV for my tiny apartment, and I put some money in a savings account.

It was a wet Fall. In October I made it home twice. In November I was home for Thanksgiving weekend only. It snowed in Trout Lake on Thanksgiving. Winter had arrived. On Sunday morning after Thanksgiving it snowed hard. By noon I was thinking I ought to head for Portland or risk missing a week's work. Charlene gave me a quickie blow job and sent me down the road. The drive took nine hours. It was dark long before I was in my little apartment. I called and Charlene sounded relieved that I made it "home safe." I didn't see my apartment as home. December was a series of storms and accumulated snow. When I got home the second weekend of December there was seven foot of accumulated snow around our cabin. I spent a good portion of Saturday with a shovel in my hands. I spent most of Saturday night with Charlene's various body parts in my hands, arms, and touched by lips, tongue and cock. She took me into a hot shower and scrubbed me both clean and hot. Her skills at taking my body to wonderfully joyful places were the best that weekend. After we got out of the shower we dried each other and went in by the fireplace. I had her walk in front of me because I love watching her ass as she walks. As she spread a blanket on the rug in front of the fire I was hard from watching her move. She grasped my cock and guided me to the blanket. We embraced and kissed. Charlene put me on my back and sat on my hips. She pinned my cock between my hips and her pussy and rocked gently against me. I watched her breasts as she rocked and soon I could not resist holding her breasts and touching the areolas and nipples gently. I love seeing and feeling them tighten from my touch. Charlene shifted and I was inside her. She rocked against me, grinding her clit against my skin. I lifted her and slid her up and down my cock.

Seconds before I couldn't hold back anymore Charlene grunted once and went stiff. Her head went back; her back arched and a low growling sound came from her. She shook for long seconds and then she spasmed and almost fell off me. I held on to her hips and waited until she started to calm down. I had cum with her but I was still hard.

"Oh Nick, that was so good!"

"Oh yes! I've never seen you cum like that!"

"You're still hard!"

"You make me hard! I want more of you!"

"My pussy is almost raw. I want to take care of you. You get to choose: my lips or my ass? You can have either."

"Get on all fours. I choose your ass."

"I want to see you when you cum. Let's do it this way." She put a pillow on the floor and lay herself on it, using the pillow to elevate her hips and angle her self so I was facing her open pussy and ass. I stroked into her pussy enough to wet my cock completely and then moved the tip to her pucker.

Charlene took a deep breath and said, "Slide into my ass Honey! All the way in!"

I pushed and she relaxed. I slid in, slowly. She moaned and held her legs open and up against her shoulders. I love the way a woman looks when she is in that position. I stroked all the way in and all the way out. Again and again. She was wet and oh, so tight but I wasn't going crazy. The urge to cum wasn't rising quickly. It was rising but I felt like I could go hours.

I don't know how long we actually went but it wasn't hours. Next morning she was sore all over so she made French toast and gave me a promissory note for my next visit. I figured two weeks at the most and I would be redeeming her promise.

The second change that happened in the second six months was called Bill. Bill owned the farm where Charlene worked. He was ten years older than me, married, and had three kids. He drove around in a Ford F-350 four door pick up and always looked like he was posing for a movie. Bill decided that he and Charlene ought to be doing more late night business conferences, long lunches, and getting improved communications between management and support staff.