Chapter 3: Watching the Stars
Duncan fondly studied the woman beside him. He sure understood how she could feel so discouraged. It had been a tough day. What with her husband abandoning her in the middle of nowhere with a broken car. Then the SOB yelled and sneered at her as a means of feeling better about himself.
Helen had confided in Duncan that this was to be time for the couple to get together to reconnect and strengthen their marriage. The jerks behavior somehow didn't seem the way to revitalize a failing marriage!
Topping off the day was the bar fight. Duncan had never before been in a situation where the whole room was afraid to respond to an ugly situation.
On the other hand, they'd had fun all afternoon. Even the tavern experience had been perfect until the cowboy had intervened. Then after the nightmare they ended up feeling like heroes.
"Helen, this is going to sound like another come on. Seems like everything I've said all day came out just a little wrong. Still, we are sitting in one of my houses and I do have an extra bed. Could I ask you to spend the night with me with out getting pounded?" After he shut his mouth, Duncan realized what he'd said. "Damned if that didn't come out right, either!"
"Oh, I don't know?" Helen laughed at him. Reaching over she took his hand in hers she adding, "Sure, why not! I can trust you, and after I spent the day with you anyone with a small mind has already made up it up about what is going on. Sure! I'll even make breakfast if you have the makings. That will surely make the biddies roll their eyes!
When they pulled in at what they were coming to call, "Their Texaco Station", Duncan asked the guy on duty where they could park the rig and spend the night without being disturbed. After the guy found out the rig was completely self contained he directed them out a small farm road, then sent them down an even smaller side road for about 5 miles. There they found a tiny 'cove' holding a grove of cottonwoods. A small spring was tucked back in the trees hidden from the road. Pulling into the little Eden they spent ten minutes leveling the small motorhome. Before shutting down for the night Duncan made sure all the systems; water, heat, sewage, electric were working properly.
In the silence an insect chorus blended with the cheerful burble of the little spring. The sky was clear with the stars seeming just beyond arms reach. Neither felt like shutting out the soft night with it's stars. A full moon painted the world silver.
"You tired, Helen?" Duncan asked. When she shook her head he pulled a couple blankets and pillows out, then took Helen's hand to lead her up to the top of the hill above where they had parked.
Reaching the top they found the farmer had tilled only a week or so before. As a result the ground was soft where Duncan laid the blanket down. Dropping the pillows Duncan explained, "It's too nice to stay cooped up all night, and I think we need to unwind some before we go to sleep. Am I being too presumptuous, or would you mind watching a few stars with me?"
Helen leaned against him, snaking her arms around his waist to gave him a hug. Duncan circled his arms around her shoulders. When Helen tightened hers around him to give him a squeeze she was so enthusiastic he thought she was going to break a rib. If it hadn't felt so good having her body pressed tightly against him it might have hurt. Instead it was a little bit of heaven. What complicated matters was the instant pole that grew inside his pants.
That distracted Duncan who worried his body was carrying things too far. But there was no way to control that purely male reaction to an incredibly beautiful woman holding her body pressed full length against him. On the other hand it was a reaction that would have brought instant war from a woman guarding herself against unwanted attention. Worries disappeared when she softly pressed her abdomen and groin against his.
When her head tilted upward Duncan lowered his mouth to cover hers and felt her soft lips yielding themselves to him. The tip of his tongue was welcomed inside her mouth and their tongues met to play. There their tongues met like new friends, caressing and sending chills through them.
Softly moving his lips against hers Duncan looked into her eyes and saw her big blue, star filled eyes murmuring yes. Her hands slipped down his back to cup his behind while his own began exploring from the smoothness of her shoulders down to the soft firm globes of her fanny lying under the silky-soft smoothness of the sun dress.
Duncan wondered, "How far should I go with this?"
Leaning back gently Duncan murmured, "I want to show you something." Then he tenderly turned her in his arms until she was leaning back against his chest. "Look at what the moon has painted for us.
Until then, on the long climb up the hill and laying the blankets out to sit, Helen hadn't turned her attention away from what was right next to her. When she looked she realized she was atop a hill and she was looking out on miles and miles of moon-silvered hills. Under the moonlight there was no indication man had been here. In the daylight the gently rolling hills had been broken here and there with outcrops of harsh black, crumbling stone. Now the moon had softened even the stone into a fairy world.
Gasping with delight she leaned against Duncan's broad chest, resting her head on his shoulder. Silently the couple took in the rare scene.
Duncan smoothed his cheek against the silk of her hair, breathing in her scent. Tightening his arms around her to feel the length of her snuggled into him. Slowly they turned to see the panorama laid out on all sides. Not a farmhouse or building in sight. They did spot one very lonely windmill far in the distance. That and the faint glow of he street lights of
shining into the air beyond a distant were the only indications they were not alone in this world of moonshine and magic.
