Steamboat Springs New Start

Part Three, The Barn and Sandy

The past several hours had been nothing like what I expected from driving down US 40. Sandy and Gail were two beautiful women who knew how to make each other, and any lucky man with them, feel amazing. I was lonely and feeling down before I saw them and let them into my truck. That was the effect of driving US 40 in northwest Colorado. Hard on your soul and outlook on life. These two women had vanquished any sad feelings or doubts to the deepest corners of my mind. I had the first positive outlook I had felt in ages. Their coming into my life had changed everything. Anything was possible for me moving forward. The past was gone behind me and I was looking toward the future. It was time to get a move on.

I settled up for the gas and we headed east, back out of town to the ski area, "The Hill" as everybody called it. Just before the turn to The Hill, was a sign for the Cave Inn, Restaurant and Bar. At least there was food and drink available on The Hill. There was a lot of construction going on at the base. Hotels, lodges, business sites and vacation homes. Lots of dust and activity. There were lots of sign's advertising "Help Wanted". Another good indicator of me possibly finding work. I followed the rough dirt roads around to the south end of the base area and started up the side of the hill. There, I found The Barn.

The Barn was basic lodging run as a hostel and the rate charged was $5 a night. It was a bunk bed dorm with showers and a laundry. There was also a selection of tiny rooms. I could afford that for a while. So, I parked the truck and we all went into the office. The desk was manned by a nerdy looking woman with big framed glasses, light flannel shirt, overalls and kletter boots. She was kind of dumpy looking. We all walked into the office, looking like a motley crew, fresh off a hard day on the road.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm new in town, lookin' for work, need a place to put my head at night."

"And the women?" She asked.

"Oh, we're not with him. Just followed him through the door." Sandy said.

"Well, I've got rooms for all you. A lot of construction workers stay here. Gets a little noisy on the weekends. But it's clean and cheap, if you keep it that way."

"What's the charge?" I asked her.

"How long you plan to stay?"

"Well...gotta find a job. Not long, if I can get a good wage and find an apartment or share something with roommates."

"Sounds like you'll be here at least a week. Let's make it $30 till next week. Then we can see where to go from there."

"Sounds good."

"You got a dog?"

"No."

"Good, no dogs. Go up to B and see if there is anything you like. If it's empty, it's yours. Just come back and tell me where you're at."

I gave her the money and she gave me a pass key. She turned her attention to Sandy and Gail. I went up to B and it looked completely empty. I checked what was behind every door and found the biggest empty room with a dresser, one bed and a window. The room door locked. Privacy and security. So, I went back down to the desk and told her what I found. Sandy and Gail were nowhere to be seen. Didn't take long for them to move on. It would have been nice to see them once more before they moved on to the coast.

"Okay. Here's the key to that room. Give me back my pass key."

We exchanged keys and I was set. I moved all my belongings from the truck and stacked them in the empty spaces on the floor and under the bed. There was still space to move around even with everything I owned in there. I realized how insignificant I really was when I saw that my existence on earth could be stuffed into 80 square feet and still have room to move around. I wasn't even a pimple on a fat man's ass.

I felt I had gotten lucky finding an inexpensive place to stay. I was expecting a room to be two to three times as much per night. Maybe my luck was changing with the new scenery. I changed to my boots and a work shirt and headed back out to the truck. No Sandy or Gail. Time to try and find a job.

I ran into the desk girl near the parking lot and she said to check for work down at the Ptarmigan Inn. The construction site was only about a quarter mile back down the road.

"They usually need bodies."

So, I drove down the hill and found the construction site. There was a sign out front saying "Help Wanted", so I went in search of a foreman or boss. When I found one, he was in the middle of trying to sort out piles of lumber. As I approached him, he spoke.

"Christ, it's 'bout time. Get this shit piled in the right stacks. Keep the wood out of the dirt. Then start with the fixtures."

"I don't work for you...yet. I just hit town."

"Shit. Go to the trailer. Tell Brenda you're hired. You get six bucks an hour and overtime. No benefits."

"Okay."

"Get outa here! Yer wasting my time. There's work to do." So much for the friendly folks out west.

I went to the trailer to find Brenda. As soon as I walked in the door, I was struck by the mass confusion and clutter in the trailer. It was like a bomb had gone off or they'd been ransacked. It was just like the chaos behind me on the worksite. What the hell did I walk into?

"Fresh meat? What the fuck do you want?" Brenda asked. She only glanced at me for a second.

"Guess so...gimme a job. Boss told me to tell you."

"Pushy little fucker, aren't cha. Ditch the attitude! You get seven bucks and hour plus overtime. No benefits. You start at seven tomorrow. Get these papers back to me in the morning or you're fired." She reached out with a stack of papers without even looking at me.

I stood for a second not quite knowing what to do. I was looking at a shapely, good looking young woman with big tits, wearing a red lace bra, filmy blouse, tight mini skirt and panty hose. If she leaned, even a little, you could see the bottom of her red panties peeking below the hem of her tight skirt. All I could do was stare. I couldn't leave. I had to go to work. I had to look back up at her attractive face. Had to explain the situation.

"Boss wants me now."

"Fuck me. You need to say something, God damn it. Give me the papers." She took the top sheet, made a quick note and held them back out to me.

"Give these back tomorrow. Get to work. Fuck..."

I looked at the papers for a second. Brenda snapped me back to reality.

"You hard of hearing? Quit staring at my pussy and get the fuck outta here. Take the papers and get to work. Shit..." She was done with me wasting her time on me. The phone rang and she yelled "What?" She looked back and gave me a WTF look. I spun to the door and left.

I didn't really know what had just happened. I thought getting a job would be a little harder than that. No interview. No background checks. Quick raises. No nothing. Didn't even have to show a license. I put the paperwork back in the truck and went to the piles of lumber. The Boss was gone. So much for administrative guidance. It was manual labor. All I had to do was stack the boards on the right pallets or in the right racks and clean up the stock area. When the boards were in the racks, I started putting switches and outlets, valves and flexible connectors and water fixtures into the correct bins. Organization in the stock yard was pretty rudimentary. Crap was spread all over the place. You could fuck up and no one would even know it.

Five o'clock came and went and no one was leaving. Workers continued to swarm around the worksite until sundown. As it was getting darker the foreman for the stock yard saw me and came over to talk. His name was Paul.

"You new here?"

"Yeah, I kinda got thrown into the chaos."

"Good, hope you last longer than that last piece of shit they gave me."

"I'll give it a try, boss."

"The fuck you will. You do the job right, or you're outta here. We got work to do. We're not tryin', we're doin'. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Jesus, another snot nosed kid. Be here at six." And I was dismissed. Seemed to me no one knew what anyone else was doing. I wondered who was really in charge.

This was not what I expected for a construction job or work environment. No one around here knew what the other person was doing. Didn't the people in charge talk to each other? So, I sat in my truck for a few minutes, glanced at my paperwork and took stock of my afternoon. Brenda gave me a raise after ten minutes on the job site. My start time was bumped ahead by an hour. Didn't really know what I was supposed to do. Had no idea when the work shift really ended. My hands were full of wood slivers and I had blisters because I had no gloves. My arms were sunburned because of my short-sleeved shirt. I needed stuff if I was going to survive tomorrow. All in all, a pretty bad end to what had been a pretty good day up until I got a job.

I drove down to Steamboat and went to the COOP. I needed gloves and SPF50 sun block. I also needed, maybe, a hammer and saw and safety glasses. I walked in the COOP storefront.

"What can I get for you?"

"I just started working at the Ptarmigan site and need some stuff to survive." I told the clerk. I gave him a list of what I thought I needed and he went to the shelves. He was back in a few minutes. He looked at me and could tell I was a wreck and way out of my league. He probably had to deal with idiots like me every day. We paid his bills. I wonder where all the flotsam goes when the mire swallows us.

"Two pair, leather work gloves. Don't put 'em down, they'll be gone as soon as you blink. Tape measure. Don't put it down or it's gone...claw hammer, don't, well you get the idea. Don't pay attention and they'll steal you blind. It's worse than kindergarten... you'll see."

"Two saws, rip and crosscut. Pliers and screw drivers for electrical. Safety glasses, clear and dark. Sun block SPF 50. Go to that rack and get a straw cowboy hat. This'll get you started. If you need a hard hat, we got 'em. You're in with a tough crew. I know the bosses. Work hard and you'll be okay. Never be late, never leave early. Stay positive, or they'll eat you alive. It won't be pretty till ya figure it out, if you last that long." More than I asked for in tools but everything came with the valuable information I needed to survive. This was going to be tough. I settled up the bill and headed back to the Barn.

I had spent a lot of money today. But I felt good about having a room and a job. It could be worse.

I hadn't even made it to the edge of town when I realized, it really was worse. I was starving and needed dinner. And I needed breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I needed water. How was I supposed to do all that? There was nothing on the hill near the Ptarmigan, yet. I stopped at the grocery store at the edge of town and bought some ready to eat food, snacks, fruit, day old sandwiches and a cooler. At least I would have something to eat for the next twelve to sixteen hours.

I got back to The Barn and it was getting late. I ate my dinner and stored the rest of the stuff for tomorrow. I dug through my gear and found my alarm clock. I set out my stuff for tomorrow and went to bed on the dirty mattress. Didn't have a blanket or pillow. I wore a coat and long pants because it was getting cool. Sleeping at night had never even occurred to me as I planned my new life. I was tired and my muscles were starting to stiffen up from the afternoon's hard labor. Didn't have much else to do. I was looking up at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come. The thought came into my mind that I had no idea what I was doing and that I had really fucked up, heading out on the road.

There was a soft knock on my door. What the fuck? I got up and opened the door so I could peek out. There was Sandy standing just outside the door in shorts and a t-shirt. Gail was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi, Jim. Can I come in?" She asked.

I had completely forgotten about Gail and Sandy. I never saw them after I left the office the first time. I was so busy at work my mind never even came across them in random thoughts. I was too tired when I got back to my room to think about anything except tomorrow. It was really nice to see Sandy again. There was no sign of Gail. I had no idea what had happened to them after I left them in the office.

"Uh, sure..." I opened the door and Sandy slipped in. I closed the door and turned to her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Just wondering how the job hunt went. You never came back. And I just noticed your truck was back."

"Got lucky. They hired me on the spot and put me to work immediately. Had to go into town to get some stuff, so I just got back a few minutes ago."

"They worked you hard. You kinda smell like you did anyways."

"Yeah, no shower, no towel. Just turned in."

"Why don't you get to the showers and I can bring you a clean towel. I kinda work here. That pays for a place to sleep."

"Hell, yeah. A shower would be great. I'll go up and get wet. Thanks." A shower was the furthest thing from my mind. I was so tied up in food, sleep and work tomorrow morning, I couldn't think about anything else.

I grabbed my kit and went up to the showers. It would feel good to wash off the grime. I went in and picked a stall. I undressed and made a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. The hot water came in after a couple of minutes. It felt wonderful to step under the shower head. My muscles began to melt and the dirt washed away down the drain. A couple of minutes later I heard the door open. The curtain to my shower pulled back and there stood Sandy, naked, with a couple of towels.

"The shower sounded good to me too. Can I share?" She asked with a smile.

"Uh, sure. That would be nice." I stammered at her unexpected request. Why was she being so nice to me?

"I missed you..." She said as she moved closer.

Sandy stepped under the water with me and soaked all over. She turned to me and pressed her naked body against mine and gave me a hug and a kiss. She took my bar of soap and began to rub and lather up all over me. She was gentle and paid particular attention to my erect dick and the crack of my ass. It all felt so good. I began to rub back on her body. One hand was in her ass crack and the other slid up and down on her slippery soapy skin from tits to pussy. It was such an amazing feeling, showering with a beautiful woman I thought I'd never see again. The trials of this afternoon began to slip away from my mind. Her body felt so good against my skin and under my hands. I was like a teenager, mindlessly feeling up a naked body. My mind was centering on my own desires and gratification. Sandy was just giving herself to me to use. I started to grind into her.

She turned to face me and hugged our soapy bodies together. We slipped over each other easily and I was really getting aroused by the sensations from being in contact with her body. It felt so good to put both hands on her butt and stroke up over her back to her shoulders and back down. She twisted her hips side to side rubbing my dick with the pubes on her mound. Her tits and erect nipples slid across my chest with ease. Rubbing wet, soapy skin never felt so good and sexy. Sandy wanted this as much as I did.

Sandy turned around and backed up against me. My dick slipped between her soapy butt cheeks and got a wonderful hug. I took my hand down to her clit and began to gently rub circles on it. She gyrated her hips around so my dick was sliding up and down her ass crack while I played with her clit. The hot water flowing over our bodies felt so good. Sandy was really getting into my clit stimulation. She rubbed her butt hard against my dick. When my hands went to her mound and began stroking her bush, the soap foamed up making millions of bubbles. She was so slippery.

After a few minutes she turned to face me again. She brought her hands between us and went down to my dick to begin stroking. Her soapy hands felt so good and filled me with exquisite pleasure as she stroked up and down. I hugged around her ribs and kissed and tongue wrestled with her passionately. I was getting really close to the point of no return. It finally occurred to me I could easily squirt and be done, or I could edge and make these feelings last as long as I wanted. What did Sandy want?

"Slow down Sandy. I'm almost ready to cum."

Sandy stopped stroking on me and began to rub her clit. Her hand was a blur as she poured stimulation into her pussy. Soapy foam was flowing down her legs. Then she turned back around and stuck her butt out at my dick.

"Fuck me... fuck me..." She begged.

I didn't expect this at all, not even after today in the truck. This was all happening so fast my mind couldn't get out in front of it. I was always one step behind and playing catch up. I positioned my dick at her pussy and with no effort, slid in until my crotch bottomed out against her butt. She was so hot. She gave my dick a strong clench and thrust back into me even harder.

"Fuck me." She pleaded, wanting to feel me moving inside her body.

This was what Sandy wanted. She had needs she wanted to satisfy right now and then she would think about what was to come in the future. What had she been thinking about all day while I was on the job site? I hadn't had any thoughts about sex after my encounter with Brenda. I wasn't using Sandy. She was using me. Perhaps she desired me, or she just had to satisfy her sexual desires that were making her horny as hell and I was convenient. Tough question to answer right now so I followed Sandy's lead and joined her in raw sex.

I rocked my hips back, starting to pull my dick out of her pussy. I felt myself ready to come out of her body. I stopped and quickly slid my dick back into her as far as I could go. I could feel her rubbing furiously on her clit as I stopped for a second. Then I pulled out and thrust in again. We did this together, over and over. I was slowly coming back to the point of no return. I think Sandy was there, or only seconds away. I pulled back out and pounded into her a couple more times and I began to cum, deep in her pussy. My first ejaculation contraction triggered her orgasm. We were both overcome with waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies together. Both my dick and her pussy were contracting and pulsing together as we were bathed in pleasure. I felt so close to her as we were one body together at the moment. This sex was wonderful.

We slowly came back down as our orgasmic contractions decreased in size and duration. We finally were able to stand still, enjoying the hot, steaming water flowing over our bodies.

"God, Jim. That was so good. You are so nice to me. I'm glad I found you again..."

"You're beautiful Sandy. I wish I had known you before. That we had both lived in Denver. It would have been nice to know you."

"We're just strangers, Jim, sharing a moment in life together. It's nothing, but it's everything. Let's live in this moment while it lasts."

"Yeah, let's do that."

We separated and became two individuals again. But we were bound by a common desire. We wanted to be together tonight. We finished showering after a long, steamy soak under the hot flowing water and dried each other off. We wrapped our towels around our bodies, picked up our clothes and walked back to the door to my room.

"It's a mess. Will you stay with me?" I asked.

"Of course..."

"Where's Gail?"

"Do you want her?"

"No, just wondering...I want to be with just you..."

"She's spending time with the manager. I won't be missed."

I unlocked my door and we went in. There were sheets and blankets and pillows piled on the mattress. Bedding had arrived while we were in the shower. That seemed a little odd to me. Sandy saw my quizzical expression and began to explain.

"We worked in the laundry for most of the day, working off rent, so I had access to everything. It looked like you were going to sleep on just the mattress, so I got you some clean bedding. Can I help you make up the bed?" She finally asked.