This is my first shot at writing, so constructive criticism is definitely appreciated.
The plan was to write a short one or two page fictional experiment in "Erotic Couplings" which got changed to "Mature" as the characters began to get fleshed out. The big surprise is how the characters sort of took over the writing of what has metamorphosed into a tale that pretty much has to be stuffed into "Romance." The characters seem to think there is a continuation to this story, but I decided to cut it off early when it started to segue into what was starting to feel like "Sci Fi and Fantasy."
The main characters are both older than 18. I hope that you have as much fun reading this as I (we?) have had writing it!
Oh, and if you are looking for slam, bam sex on every other page, I have to recommend that you skip this tale and find something else that is a bit more racy. This story takes a while to build up to the good stuff.
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I had pulled my travel trailer into one of my favorite corners of the Rocky Mountains the previous day. My family had been gathering here since I was a child and there were (mostly) fond memories hiding behind almost every tree in the little United States Forest Service campground.
Not only that, but this year the late July, early August weather looked like it was going to be glorious for the whole time I planned to be here!
When my siblings, children, nieces and nephews started rolling into the campground in a few days, we would have ourselves quite an extended family community!
I was also hopeful that we would have the campground all to ourselves since the omens looked favorable. Since I had pulled into the campground, I had been the only person camping here. The only people that I had seen were a few fishermen who came during the day and did not stay for the night. Just me and Mother Nature; I was happy as a clam!
Little did I know at the time, but soon my happy clam was going to have a big grin—for a while anyway!
I was almost done washing the lunch dishes when I heard a vehicle cross over the cattle guard at the entrance to the campground. Soon enough, a bright red half-ton pickup came into view and drove by my campsite. The driver was an attractive woman who I judged to be in her early forties or late thirties.
Oh, wow! If she stops, I'll have to come by and say 'Hi.' She looks old enough to appreciate a senior citizen without thinking that any advance on my part is nothing more than the hilarious and unfounded machinations of a dirty old man!
The truck stopped two campsites down from my campsite and proceeded to back into the parking spur.
I had some chores to do, so I loaded up my Tundra and headed out of camp. As I passed my new neighbor's campsite, I noticed that it seemed to be deserted. A few hundred feet farther on, I saw why.
The woman was walking to the pay station which was at the campground entrance. She was wearing a black, one-piece body suit that made it quite clear that the contents had curves in all the right places! I found myself puzzling on how to classify her hair which was pulled back with what looked like a relatively thin hair band.
Blond? Really light brunette? Hmmm?
The afternoon was warm and my windows were rolled down. As the truck slowly came up alongside her and past, I offered a salutation, "Howdy, how are you today?"
"Hello, I'm fine! Thank you!"
As our eyes met, my voice box kind of froze up! This was NOT a forty-year-old woman! If she had told me that she was fresh out of high school, I would have had to believe her!
As the Tundra rolled past her, about all I was able to do was stare at her in my rear-view mirror. I was mostly fixated on her face, but I did manage to notice that she was wearing flip-flops as she strode purposefully to the pay station.
I was sufficiently distracted that I almost didn't hit the cattle guard on center! No damage done, but this driver was definitely off his game! My mind swirled with wonderment,
Is this the same woman that was driving the truck? Are there two women? Was the young one napping as they came into the campground? Is it a mother and daughter team?
and on and on for a mile or two down the road.
Five miles farther on, I got to my destination, a spot where I had gotten an amazing cell signal the previous year and where I quickly discovered that this year all I could do was send a couple of texts to some of my relatives.
I grumbled a bit about the vagaries of cellular service and headed back to camp where I stopped at the campground water pump.
During the ten minutes or so that it took me to move ten gallons of water out of the ground and into my water jugs, I noticed a reddish-blond flash of light as a head appeared above a row of little pine trees. I wasn't surprised that I attracted attention since the pump squeaked and screeched at every stroke of the pump arm!
As I drove by her (or their) campsite with my water, I decided that it must be two women since the tent that had risen beside the truck was definitely big enough for a sizable family!
Shucks, it could be a mother, two toddlers, and a grandma that could have fit into the cab of that truck and they would STILL have room for more in that tent!
After that, I pretty much lost track of activity at her/their campsite as I got the water pumped into the trailer and finished off some chores that had to be done before the sun managed to sneak past the horizon.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful until I got the campfire started. I was right in the middle of fixing dinner over the campfire, when things got a bit busy—almost to the point of confusion!
I had just put an unhusked ear of corn onto the campfire to roast when a bull moose came out of the timber on the other side of the creek and started poking around in the brush that choked the creek bottom.
I grabbed my Canon DSLR camera, attached the telephoto lens, and hurried over to the rail fence that demarcated the boundaries of the campground. By this time, the moose had shifted from standing tall in order to check things out, to head down in order to concentrate on dinner!
I tried again and again to get a good photo. All I got for my troubles were some nice shots of his antler tips! I gave up in frustration and went back to the campfire. Fortunately, I did get back before the corn roasting over the flames became charcoal!
I turned the corn and decided that it was time to get the meat cooking. Just as I was going into the trailer to get the hamburger patty I had been defrosting since lunch time, a man showed up from the other end of the campground and asked if he could borrow some matches for his campfire. I loaned him my butane match and got the hamburger patty onto the grill.
The girl in the red truck had walked down to the fence at the same spot where I had been trying to get a moose portrait. What with dinner in danger of burning on the fire and a neighbor borrowing the gas match, I was a bit distracted. About all that had registered with me was that she had moved down to the fence in front of me.
She climbed up on the bottom rail of the fence in order to get a better view of the moose. This short climb put her form in silhouette and totally took my breath away!
Omigod! Aphrodite had slipped into a body suit and paid a visit to the Rocky Mountains! It was with a great deal of difficulty that I managed to split my attention between the goddess and my dinner sitting over the flames!
After a few minutes, the goddess gave up on trying to get a good view of the moose and strolled over to my camp. "Hi, I saw you grab your camera and start taking pictures at the fence. I couldn't tell what you had seen so I came over to see. There is something there, but what is it?"
"Uh, hi! It's a bull moose. He's not being very cooperative. All I managed to get were some shots of his antlers."
"My name is Terrence. Are moose common around here?"
"Uh, hi Terrence. I'm Stefan. When I was a kid, all you ever saw around here were elk and deer, but these days it's not at all unusual to see moose. Last year I almost got run over by one."
We devolved into a short conversation about the vagaries of moose-watching. The specifics of the conversation are pretty fuzzy in my memory banks. Oh, that's right, I did learn that she was traveling alone.
All I really remember was that I was confronted by a beautiful woman about my height, wearing a skin-tight black body suit with some red trim. The garment covered her from her ankles to her armpits and sported shoulder straps that prevented it from slipping down and exposing her perky large "B" or small "C" size tits.
On the other hand, the straps held it up well enough that when a little sunlight slipped through the tree branches just right, I could make out the distinct hint of a camel toe hiding between her thighs! And those thighs connected to a positively adorable butt that set off her small waist and flat tummy to great effect! Needless to say, Little Stefan was awake and thinking about coming to attention!
Before my dinner burned to a crisp, the chap who had borrowed my gas match returned and broke up the conversation with Terrence. Terrence returned to her campsite and I accepted the match and a beer that was offered in payment for use of it.
"Damn! Thanks for saving my bacon—literally! We spent most of the day getting ready for a picnic in the woods and wouldn't ya know it, the only thing I forgot was something to start a fire with. Thanks to you, the wife and kids won't wind up killing me!"
I laughed. "Anytime. Y'all have fun!" He left, and I proceeded to finish getting dinner ready.
Physically, my dinner was quite good, but mentally, my mind was a maelstrom!
Hot damn, she is gorgeous!
Dumbshit, why didn't I invite her to have dinner with me? Well, damn, would I have had the presence of mind to invite her even if the picnicker hadn't interrupted our conversation?
Easy, Stef, you are old enough to be her grandfather—no chance that a sweet young goddess like that is even going to give you the time of day!
Terrence? That's a funny name for a girl! I guess it could be... or maybe it's her last name???
Well, idiot, you could at least have been polite instead of stiff-necked and tongue-tied!
Well, hell, I wanted to pop some popcorn this evening to make sure before the family got here that what I had was still pop-able. I'll invite her over for popcorn.
After dinner, I got ready for popping corn and strolled over to invite Terrence to come to my camp for popcorn popped over a campfire. I guess she was getting chilly since she was now wearing a jacket and some hiking boots. In contrast, I was still in the shirt and shorts that she had met me in.