No sooner had I crawled out of our nice warm sexy cuddly bed than my body started sending new and urgent messages to my brain, "Ah, Terri, my tummy is talking hungry! How big a meal are you looking for this morning?"
"Uh, if you don't have a whale in the refrigerator, I could settle for a roasted elephant or two!"
In the end, we settled for putting a significant dent in my supply of eggs, bacon, and bread to make stacks of french toast smothered in butter, honey, and maple syrup with a side of bacon and washed down with lots of coffee!
"Terri, you said that you had paid for three days here at the campground. I realize that this is your third day and that you may think that you have to leave, but I am paid up for a full two weeks and you are more than welcome to stay here with me if you want."
"Well, Daddy is expecting me to show up at his place by today, but I think that I can fudge it by one more day before I have to start changing my entire itinerary."
"You mean that today is the last day of your arrival window at your Dad's place—and he knows what that window is?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh, crap! Then if you are going to stay here past today, we have got to find you a cellular hot spot so that you can call him and let him know that you are safe and exactly what your new plans are. You don't want him to be worried sick by the time you arrive!"
"Daddy is sort of the strong and silent type so that is likely not necessary. But... You are probably right; that would be the nice thing to do. Where is the nearest hot spot?"
"That seems to depend on what mood the Universe is in. One year I walked through a hot spot on the road not more than fifty yards past the campground cattle guard. Another time I was halfway back to town before I found a hot spot.
"Let's finish brunch here and then put some clothes on so we can go for a drive and hunt for a hot spot."
"Clothes? It was bad enough watching you wear an apron while doing the cooking. You do have cute buns, but I've become rather attached to being able to watch Little Stef!"
I laughed, "Personally, I would have no objection to going au naturelle, but on roads and well-traveled trails, I tend to be pretty conservative. When I'm poking around in the woods and off the trails, I have been known to get pretty bare.
"However, since I am always packing some gear in the woods, it is very unusual for me to be hiking in the buff. Back in my college days, I do recall scaring the pants off of a couple when I met them on a trail whilst I was playing mountain man in breechcloth, buckskin leggins, moccasins, and bare skin from the waist up!
"Oh yeah, and over the years I have discovered that bare skin has a tendency to get uncomfortable unless the car seats are upholstered in cloth.
"Changing the subject a bit, we could extend our birthday suit party a bit by catching up on the shower that we seemed to have skipped last night. Then we'd better get cracking and find a hot spot!"
We saved water by having our navy showers together and it was a pleasant experience—albeit not an erotic one. We were anxious to find a hot spot, and, probably more importantly, neither one of us had completely recovered from our previous orgy!
Naturally, the hot spot just past the cattle guard was nonexistent when we got in my truck and went hot spot hunting. Rather than driving all the way down the canyon to the highway, I drove us up a side road that climbed out of the canyon to higher ground where we would be more likely to hit a hot spot.
There was a fire tower along this road and I hoped that its site would offer some cellular connectivity sooner than what we could expect traveling east on the highway. Much to my chagrin, I discovered that the road no longer went right past the fire tower as it used to. Instead, the tower site was at the end of a spur road that wandered for about a quarter mile from what was now the main forest road; and it was a spur that the forest was actively trying to take back! The big disappointment was that the fire tower itself had been razed! All that remained were the tower anchors and assorted debris that the forest was working to absorb.
We did not get the untrammeled view of two states, one national park, and several wilderness areas that I had thought to awe Terri with, but at least when standing on the tower anchors, Terri could look between the trees that obscured parts of the view and could imagine what the view had been like from the observation deck of the tower! It wasn't all disappointment and unfulfilled expectations though. The tower site did provide a hot spot that Terri could use!
"What do you think I should tell Dad?"
"Gosh, I'm not sure if that's something that I have any right to contribute to."
Terri gave me a quizzical look that prompted me to continue, "At the very least, and especially if you can only get a text message through, I would suggest that an assurance that you are safe needs to be de rigor. Then, maybe something to the effect that you have been having so much fun that you lost track of time. Finally, follow that up with an assurance that you expect to be giving him a hug sometime late tomorrow.
"That's my shot in the dark, but you know his personality infinitely better than I do and I expect that you will be far better than I at crossing the important T's and dotting the appropriate I's in your conversation."
"Thanks Stef! I guess I'll see how it goes." With that, Terri turned away from me and sat down on one of the tower anchors. I took that as a cue to slip back to the truck and give her some privacy.
I was busy taking pictures of a kind of mushroom that I had never seen before when I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I stood up and turned around to ask Terri how the call had come off. As I came around, the simple question I intended to ask dissolved into incoherent sputtering as Terri's full image painted my retinas! Except for a big Cheshire grin, Terri was naked from the waist up!
About all I remember while I was reorganizing my neurons was what seemed like sort of a roaring sound. I finally did find the switch that activated my linguistic equipment, "Jesus Christ, woman! Are you trying to kill me off with a surprise-induced brain hemorrhage?"
Terri gave me a cute little smile and replaced it with a faux pout, "What! Don't you like what you see?"
I was finally able to laugh. "Oh, very mucho bueno! However, have you ever heard the phrase, 'killing with kindness?' I'm afraid you will have to provide mouth-to-mouth resuscitation if you want to keep me and Little Stef on this side of the River Styx!" I said as I clutched at my chest.
"Yes sir! Rescue is here!" cried Terri as she ran the last few feet and jumped into my arms while wrapping her legs around my waist. Our lips met in a passionate lock while our tongues jousted like knights at a tournament!
I have taken great pride in the fact that my brain has always been able to maintain a cool and objective perspective in the face of the most passionate efforts of Little Stefan, but this time I failed utterly and completely. Terri and I went at it with all the finesse of rutting rhinos!
Our clothes disappeared so fast that many of the seams were strained and a few were torn! By the time that both of us were naked and Little Stef was exploring Terri's Kitty, a few of my neurons elected to demonstrate a little presence of mind. I was able to carry Terri, while we were joined at the crotch, the short distance to the truck where I braced her back against the wall of the truck bed and proceeded to pound her pussy with an energy (according to Terri's later assessment) that would have done a war party of Neanderthals proud! By the time that I came with what felt like torrents of cum, Terri had orgasmed at least twice and maybe more!
We were both slick with sweat and I was almost totally spent! "Omigod! Where's a grassy spot? I mustn't drop you and I am ready to collapse!"
Terri opened her eyes and quickly looked around. As she gasped for air, she pointed to a little patch of grass that I then managed to carry her to and where I contrived to drop to my knees and almost gently roll the two of us onto what looked like grass but which sported about as many dead pine needles as blades of grass. I will confess that neither one of us were very concerned with the quality and comfort of our resting place as we gasped for breath and spasmed from orgasmic aftershocks. As more of my brain cells came back on line, I became aware that I was still hard and Terri's vagina was still milking Little Stefan with abandon!
Terri and I lay on the ground in exhaustion; and finally continued to rest in a lovely sexual afterglow that lasted until Little Stefan slowly (even reluctantly!?) withered and slipped out of Terri's Kitty.
"Hey there beautiful, what the hell just happened?"
"You tell me! I swear I've been to the moon, so what are we doing down here?"
I had to chuckle. "You know Terri, we really blew it."
"What do you mean? What did we do wrong?"
"We should have had had a camera crew to record this bit of Olympic exercise! We could sell the resulting Oscar-winning porn film for a mint!"
Terri giggled. "Gee whiz, and I thought it was little old me that you were interested in—and now it turns out that the first thing that comes to your mind is nasty, filthy, lucre!" She punctuated this statement with a couple of fake sniffs.
"Oh, my darling princess, please forgive my transgression of going from spiritual physicality to mere monetary physicality!"
"Welll, I dunno. What can you do to prove your conversion to the true faith?" I proceeded to give her a long and loving kiss.
As we came up for air, I said, "What is your verdict, my dear?"
"Guilty! Guilty of bribery! And if you know what's good for you, you will continue to do so 'til death do us part!"
"Yes m'am. And now on a more practical note, where the hell are our clothes?"
Terri giggled, "Well, I can feel that your Trail Gloves are still on your feet. My fuzzy memory says that I can probably find one of my flip-flops close to the truck and the other one is probably in the vicinity of a scattering of clothes."
We started backtracking on our passionate route in order to recover our clothes. "Ootchie, ouchie! This gravelly broken rock here is a bit more than my tender feet are used to! Can I get a lift to my shoes?"
As I grinned and scooped Terri into my arms I said, "Harumph! First you want bribes, and now you want me to carry you around. What do I get for all my trouble?"
"Well, for starters, in exchange for all this wonderful skin-to-skin contact that I am now giving you, I need another bribe!" and with that, Terri tightened her arms around my neck and proceeded to lock our lips together in a slow and loving kiss. I was amazed that Little Stefan actually tried to rise to the occasion, albeit unsuccessfully!
