"Hi, this is Pete Cleveland. I'm a Deputy Sheriff and I received a message to call you about a burned-up vehicle."
Deputy, my name is Stuart Farmer, but everyone calls me Stu. I have been stranded at Camp Idyllwild for a few days, along with another staff member. We took a couple of horses down the fire road behind the lake to see if it was passable, and we ran into the remains of what looks like a car. It's all burned up and smack in the middle of the road. It's in a bad spot and we can't get past it in the truck."
"Hmm. That doesn't sound good. Did you look in the vehicle?"
"I did, it was empty. I did a recon of the area and I found two sets of tracks that walked from the vehicle to the highway then disappeared. Based on the size, they looked like men's tracks. I wear a size eleven boot and one was a little bigger than mine and one was just a little smaller."
"That's good to know. Are you a cop or something?"
"Soldier, or I used to be. I spent some time in the sandbox."
"You didn't happen to get a VIN number, did you?"
" I didn't. I looked where I thought a dashboard VIN would be, but I couldn't find one."
"That's okay. I'm guessing it's a stolen, but who knows. Since you confirmed that both people that left the tracks made it to the highway, it's a recovery, if that. Either way, I'll go out tomorrow morning and see if I can find a VIN. If it's stolen, the insurance usually covers a tow, even of the remains like this one. If I can't find a VIN, I'll try and use my winch and drag it to one side far enough for you to get by. How does that sound?"
"It sounds like if you come by the ranch house, there is a cup of coffee with your name on it is how it sounds." Said Stu happily.
Stu went back to bed and found Ellen waiting for him with the lamp on. She was still naked.
"Are you ready for round two cowboy?"
"You are insatiable Ellen?"
"You did it to me. I was this almost happy sexless spinster until you came along and stuck your dick in me. Now all I can think about is that perfect cock of yours. Come here." Demanded Ellen.
Stu wasn't about to argue with Ellen, and besides, her talk had made him hard again. Stu got in bed next to Ellen and watched as Ellen took his cock in her mouth all the way to the balls.
"Jesus Ellen... Do you have any idea... Oh, wait... You know exactly... Oh god!"
Ellen had commenced to giving Stu a merciless blow job. She was pushing him as hard as he could go. Maximum stimulation. Rolling her tongue around the head, stroking the shaft with one hand and gently squeezing his tightening balls with the other. Stu didn't last a full two minutes before crying out and spilling his load all over Ellen's beautiful breasts.
Ellen cleaned up with a wet washcloth, then rolled on to her back.
"Hey cowboy, how about showing a new girl in town a good time?" Ellen then giggled.
The giggle turned into a groan when Stu went after her the way she had gone after him. No finesse, pure stimulation. He was taking her on a collision course with another climax and wasted no time. Ellen was able to hold off for about three minutes, pulling his head in and running her hands through his curly hair. Her climax was strong and wet. Stu had been tonguing her with two fingers inside stroking. Ellen had a small squirt and a big scream as she went over the falls.
It was light out when they woke up. They were both in bed this time. The combination of the ride and the amazing sex had put them down for the count. Stu figured they had slept for close to eight hours.
Stu had just hit the brew button when he saw the Sheriff's Ford Bronco pull up out front. Stu grabbed a third cup from the cupboard and hollered a warning to Ellen.
"Heads up princess, the cops are here."
Ellen put a t-shirt on, but didn't bother with a bra. The t-shirt was long and covered most of her shorts.
Stu opened the door before Deputy Cleveland could knock on the door.
"Come in please. Coffee is brewing."
The Deputy stomped his feet on the porch and came in. His boots and pants cuffs were dusty. He had been working.
"Deputy, what time is it?" Asked Stu.
"Ten-thirty. Long night?"
"Short night. The ride and the stress from the last few days caught up with us and I think we both went unconscious for about nine hours. Do you have any news?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. I went down and checked on the vehicle. The dash VIN plate had been removed, but I was able to find the VIN on the inside of the driver's door. The car was a stolen vehicle. Anyway, I did a recovery on it, and the insurance company is going to send out a flatbed tow truck to pick up the remains. I just don't know when."
"That's great news." said Stu as the coffee pot beeped, signaling that it's contents were ready. "Can I pour you a cup Deputy?"
"Yes, please, and call me Pete."
"Pete, do you ride?" Asked Stu.
Ellen heard the question and started to choke on her coffee. She stepped out of the room as the image of the elderly deputy on his back with a young lady riding him went through her head.
"She okay?" Asked Pete suspiciously.
"Oh yeah, she's fine."
"Well to answer your question. I do. We had a mounted posse up her for decades, but the interest just went away, and with the helicopters, we just don't need the horses very much."
"You should come by and ride with us some time. I know Sharon wouldn't mind."
"Mmm, she might. We had a pretty bad break up about forty years ago."
Stu and Ellen looked at each other in amazement.
"You and Sharon? Our Sharon?" Asked Stu.
"One in the same. I went away to Vietnam in 74 and I wasn't the same when I got home. I had a lot of stuff to work through and I pushed her away and climbed into a bottle. Our relationship didn't last long after that. I haven't talked to her since then. I see her now and then, and I wave to her, but she just looks through me."
