Buck and Gloria set up camp and then Buck made coffee and as they sipped listening to the river running over rocks into Skipper's Pool he said, "Would you like to have sex now?"
"Yes."
"Then get your condoms."
"I haven't any with me. I assumed if you were anxious for sex you would have tooled up."
"No."
"So you think it's a woman's responsibility?"
He chuckled and said he regarded it as a joint responsibility.
They sat in silence for a few moments until Gloria sighed and said, "Providing you believe you don't have a STD we can have sex without a condom."
"And I may shoot up you?"
"Yes I'm on birth control."
He formed his next words carefully, thinking he'd been rather banal amid what should have been a deeply romantic moment. "Even so I'll like to know if you are happy about the thought of me ejaculating up you, your reply is significant to me."
"Why?"
"I'd feel a yes means you accept me in the widest possible terms."
"Well my answer is yes I am happy about that you want to do that to me."
"Thanks, and I really mean that Gloria."
"Okay but that's enough discussion otherwise we will be setting parameters for doing it by numbers. Just do it. I've been thinking about this ever since my birthday party."
He said he'd also been thinking about having full-on sex with her and he thought she appeared keen to start and clearly her expression looked hopeful. That made him think women probably also ran into dud sexual encounters as did men, perhaps even more so, but with the spirit most people have they were hopeful that the next encounter could only be better.
Gee what if he did something wrong, like not climaxing soon enough for her? The doubts began churning within him. He looked up to the darkening sky and she looked up too. He said laconically, "We should go after fish right now. We lost good time coming in that last two miles because of scouring of the track by the last rainstorm. We need to catch the main part of our planned dinner."
"Okay."
He was relieved believing he'd avoided a possible crisis. After fishing and eating and a couple of beers he'd be more relaxed and would deliver an accomplished performance. He'd failed her with sexual connection fourteen years ago and had no intention of botching it again.
"Um but just a small delay," she smiled and dropped to her knees right in front of him and unzipped his white baggy shorts.
"Jesus," he croaked as she pulled it out and looked up at him, smiling, as she licked the head as the shaft grew in her hand.
"I was much too shy and inexperienced to do this to you all those years ago when you offered me your erection before we got started with insertion. I clearly remember that. Over the years I'd often thought about that lost opportunity."
Gloria dribbled on to his erection and worked her lips slowly over the head and then halfway down the shaft. And then she delivered very accomplished fellatio but stopped short of exploding him, pulling away and saying, "I save that to have sprayed over my tits later and you can watch me massage it into my flesh."
Jesus.
"You have a magnificent touch," was all Buck could manage for the moment.
She put it away for him quite expertly and said, "And you have a magnificent cock. I love it already."
She stood and they kissed, slowly and very warmly.
Gloria then pulled up her top. "Lick one, briefly, and then we'll go fishing."
Buck vainly attempted to gobble one whole, thinking her expression and tone had been very motherly.
Jesus, she may have fallen for him already.
They arrived back with two trout and he put both on the grill and they'd have the second one with salad for lunch next day.
Gloria said, looking hopeful and she didn't mind if dinner was delayed.
He grinned and almost gnashed his teeth.
They kissed and fondled and undressed each other and when they lay on the blanket Buck said, "A sixty-nine?"
"A great idea. Oh just as well you're big Buck because I understand I'm big."
"No worries," he grinned, turning and lifting a leg over her and knowing he was dripping pre-cum on to her naked torso.
Later as Gloria finished feeding his thick shaft into her streaming pussy she hugged Buck as if she knew she never wanted to let him go, ever.
The afternoon/evening had gone very well for Gloria. She'd even caught the first trout. They'd spotted it up high in the water feeding where the river entered the pool via gently sloping rapids.
Buck cast right in front of it but the fish ignored his choice of fly.
As he reeled his line back in Gloria miscast slightly, her fly went well to the right of the trout. But it darted out after it and was hooked.
Later after dinner and more sex, Gloria went to sleep in Buck's arms. Although their nude bodies smelt of insect repellant and, yes, sex Buck felt the magic of the moment and admitted that yes, it was romantic and he felt romantic.
On the long drive out to highway next afternoon, Gloria asked why had he decided on Skipper's Pool.
"It's the one pool on this river where I've never failed to catch fish. Even so I had packed a can of salmon but knew if I couldn't catch a fish you would."
"Oooh, you have faith in me. Good boy."
Buck gave her his idea of a boyish grin.
"You have faced your first crisis with that flutter about residency and we both know it could yet rear its head and present trouble. But even if resolved some of the crap from that could stick," Gloria said earnestly. "There also will be other issues to face and I'll be at your side to manage such incidents. However I must say that me being at your side could be a problem with the tight-ass moralists if rumor gets out you are shafting me."
"Well we can partly manage that right now?"
Gloria said doubtfully, "How?"
"You move in with me. That will stop the guessing and thereby quell the rumor."
"Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Absolutely. Now that I've tasted your pussy I want more."
"God you are awful," she giggled.
Buck pushed on. "Can you deny you have not thought about us setting up home together?"
The big blush went well with Gloria's chestnut hair.
