Patty and I have been going together for the last three years and were now driving from Maryland to San Francisco. I had received a job offer from one of the major software firms and we were going to relocate there for the job. Patty is twenty-three and I'm Bill and am two years older.
My starting date with the company was three weeks away so we had plenty of time to enjoy the drive. We had each packed what seemed like tons of clothes but ten to one they still wouldn't be enough but buying new wardrobes won't be much of a problem with the great salary I'll be earning. My dad was right when he told me to get into computers. I zeroed in on software development and the salaries that were offered by the companies to whom I had applied almost knocked my socks off.
Patty and I had been a little more than just 'going together.' She had surrendered her virginity to me a year and a half ago and there weren't many days when we weren't working that we hadn't spent the entire day in the sack. I have been lucky, I guess, to have been endowed with a nine-inch thick cock. It took Patty a good few weeks of day and night sex before she was able to take the whole thing in her tight young pussy. Now she is in love with it.
Our route was going to take us across the northern part of the country and then dipping down into Colorado where we had a small cabin reserved at a resort where we were going to spend a week before continuing on to San Francisco. It was on a huge lake and there weren't any others close to the one we had reserved so we were going to have all the privacy we would want. I had brought my fishing stuff and looked forward to wetting a line and catching dinner a few nights.
We made it to Kansas and found it to be a hell of a monotonous place to drive through ... flat and desolate. We could just imagine the cattle drives that had taken place in the area we were traveling through and shuddered to think of the boredom the trail hands had endured. Ugh.
It was in the western part of the state where I crested a sight hill and saw a woman standing at the side of the road by a fairly new looking car. There was a State Trooper parked behind her car and I pulled over behind him to see if we could be of any help.
She appeared to be in her later forties-early fifties and looked to be a decent looking gal but the tears were pouring out of her. I asked what was wrong and could we be of any help. The Trooper looked at Patty and I and just nodded at the woman and then back at us before saying,
"As hard as it is to believe with a car as new as hers, she blew an engine."
"I just had the oil changed in a town back up the road a little ways and now look at me, stranded in the middle of nowhere."
Patty jumped in with, "Take it easy mam. Bill and I will be more than happy to help out." And then turning to the Trooper she asked if there was a decent auto garage in the next town up the road.
He said there was and Patty asked if he could call them and arrange to have the car towed to their shop. She almost didn't have the words out of her mouth before he was on his radio calling his dispatcher to arrange the tow.
We assured the Trooper we would stick with the unhappy motorist until the situation was resolved freeing him up for other duties. We had her transfer her luggage from her car to our van and then we were going to follow the tow truck into the garage.
The mechanic who looked at the car when it was lowered from the tow truck just shook his head saying that it was no wonder the engine blew, it didn't have any oil. The mechanic that was supposed to change her oil up the road had drained out the old oil but failed to fill it with fresh oil. One law suit coming up!
The woman instantly got on the phone and called San Francisco. She was a lawyer and in a heartbeat had some high power legal experts working on the problem before she had hung up the phone.
"Well, at least I'll get a new car out of all this." she laughed. "But what do I do now"?
I jumped in with, "We'd be more than happy to let you ride along with us to San Francisco. There is a problem though in that we are going to be stopping at a cabin we have rented in Colorado for a week so we won't be getting to San Fran anytime soon."
She jumped in with, "I'm Beth and I'll just rent a cabin where you got yours. Hell, I need a vacation after all of this crap anyway."
Patty answered her with, "Hell, then lets get the show on the road ... times a wasting."
There was no way we were going to make Colorado that night so we started looking for a motel with a restaurant nearby where we could spend the night.
Beth jumped in with, "Hey guys, the cost of tonight is on me. You'd have made it to your destination if you hadn't stopped to help me out. Besides, I'm a lawyer and you know we make too much money anyway," she said with a huge laugh. We graciously accepted her generosity.
We found a decent motel that had a restaurant as part of it and a bar next door so after grabbing a bite we moved to the bar for a couple of nightcaps. Beth was a fun person to talk with. Unfortunately she had lost her husband a few years earlier and hadn't dated since so it sounded as if she was glad to have people to talk to other than the lawyers she worked with.
We hit the sack about ten and were up at seven and were finished with breakfast and on the road again at eight.
The road to the Colorado resort was great. Smooth and wide without too many hairpin turns when we got into the mountainous area. We had only seen the cabin in the brochure and were anxious as hell to see what we had reserved. It turned out to be super....a huge bedroom with a king sized bed, a big bath with walk-in shower and a small but well equipped kitchen with a nice living room with a huge stone fireplace and best of all; the front porch almost touched the waters edge of the lake. Hell, Patty and I could live in a place like this forever.
Unfortunately, and there always is a problem with a place like Shangri-La; they only had ten cabins and all of them were rented at least for the next few days.
There was a bar a mile down the road and I suggested we go and have a couple of drinks and discuss the situation. The next town with any type of lodgings was over forty miles away so we were going to have to come up with sleeping arrangements for Beth locally.
We each had a few drinks and Patty blurted out, "I've got it. There's a small sofa in the living room of our cabin and I wouldn't be surprised if it unfolded out to a bed. Hell, places like this would hate to have a cabin that could only handle two people."