Carmen had a week off and I was off between jobs. Now, just how convenient can that be? After the phone call from her ex husband and our little talk, I asked her if she wanted to get out of town for a few days.
I told her, "Where I live isn't New York, but it does have its own charm and a hell of a lot less people."
It only took her a moment to decide but we were several hours getting on our way. Between a shower that got pretty passionate, and helping her decide what to pack it was interesting to say the least. She had no idea of what clothes she would need.
Her vision of the country may have fit Europe, but that's a far cry from East Texas. She ended up with two small bags in the back of my old truck as we headed north, out of town.
My jacket was hung behind the seat, with the top two buttons of my shirt unbuttoned and my sleeves rolled up, I was back to feeling human again. Carmen sat on the seat close up beside me, my hand resting lightly on her thigh.
The tight white shorts she wore, showed off her long beautiful legs, which were curled up on the seat under her. The short-sleeved yellow blouse had a couple of buttons undone that allowed me a glimpse of her full breasts ever so often.
When she had started to put a bra on earlier, I had asked her, "Why?"
She had laughed and tossed it into her suitcase saying, "I hate those things, the only problem is my nipples; they make embarrassing little tents in my shirt."
I had chuckled and leaned over to suck on first one nipple and then the other, until I had them rock hard and standing at full attention. I stepped back and looked from one to the other and then up at her face.
"I don't see a problem, we all have them, just some are larger and much prettier than others."
She slipped on the blouse and buttoned it up. When I grinned, she ran her hands over the cloth covering her nipples and laughed. "Yes some are definitely bigger than others."
I didn't say anything. I just reached up and unbuttoned the top button on the blouse, and one more. She looked down and grinned, before she said, "Jimmy would have a fit."
"So?" I asked. She laughed.
*****
When we passed the club where we had danced last night, Carmen said, "I liked that place, can we go there again some time?"
I grinned and replied, "Sure, anytime you want."
She laid her head on my shoulder and ran her hand up and down my thigh for a second before she said, "You had better be careful, you're well on your way to getting into deep trouble."
I rubbed her leg and grinned as I glanced over at her. "I've been in trouble ever since I first laid eyes on you at the Opera House. I ain't scared. Well, not much anyway."
She laughed and said, "Me too."
*****
About ten miles farther north, the city started to thin out and the real countryside began. I glanced over a Carmen and asked, "Do you want to take the direct route or the scenic route?"
She sat up and looked around before she replied, "I've seen this highway before and I wasn't impressed, so lets take the scenic trip."
Turning, she grinned at me and added, "I might just show you some scenery of my own." When I grinned at her and squeezed her thigh, she reached up and unbuttoned another button on her blouse.
A couple of miles farther down the road, I made a left onto a Farm to Market road, and we headed off into the piney woods that this area is famous for. Large tall pine trees grew thickly on both sides of the road. The shadows of the trees covered the road and splashes of sunshine flashed and flickered as we moved along.
We passed a marker announcing a National Forest and the woods now looked like gardens, the underbrush had been burnt off earlier in the year and a thick carpet of green grass and young plants covered the open areas.
Carmen was looking around and smiling broadly. She glanced at me and said, "This is very beautiful."
"Do you want to see it a lot closer?" I asked.
"Can we?"
I laughed and slowed the truck. At a narrow white rock park road, I turned and we drove slowly into the forest. I had hunted this area a number of years ago, so I knew where this road went. After about a mile, I turned right on another road and followed it until it came to a wooden bridge over a small creek. Just past the bridge, I pulled over and stopped at a wide spot.
Opening the door I said, "Come on, let's take a walk."
Carmen paused just long enough to slip on her sandals. As I closed the door, I said, "We're on the southern edge of the National Forest and it runs north, all the way to the lake where I live. There's a place down along this creek I want to show you. I think you'll like it."
I took her hand and we walked back toward the creek. Just short of it, I turned off into a narrow path and she followed along behind me for a short distance, until it widened out. Here past the underbrush by the road, the woods opened up. Tall trees with a carpet of deep pine straw on the ground, it was very open with a scattering of smaller light green trees.
"Oh, Dan, this is a wonderful place," she said in a whisper.
I smiled and stopped walking, pulling her to me for a deep kiss. She returned the kiss with a growing passion as our hands explored each other's bodies. After a few moments, I stepped back and smiled at her as I reached out and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse.
She watched me as I did it and then glanced around. I chuckled and said, "I wouldn't worry about anyone seeing you. It's a long ways to any houses and there's been no traffic on that road for a while."
She looked at me a moment and asked, "How do you know that?"
"It's been a week since we had rain in this area and our tire tracks were the only fresh ones in that sand strip, after we crossed the bridge." I answered. "So if we want to run around buck ass naked, we can and no one will be the wiser."
