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.
"I see."
The blush deepened. They continued on lost in their thoughts until Gloria suddenly yelled, "You bastard. You had this planned. This thing about Gloria's 2nd wedding on the first Saturday after the week of the elections is part of your election strategy."
"Guilty as charged. You must realize as a rank outsider I had to plan how to win the election against the incumbent and any other contenders. I have a range of ideas ready to discuss with you for timing of their implementation. I'm approaching this election very much like a business takeover bid but with focus on people rather than corporate assets. Have I really riled you about planning our wedding with an ulterior motive?"
"No, I've got over my shock. Also I'm developing an addiction for sucking your great cock."
"Gloria that's disgusting," he grinned.
Back at Buck's house when Gloria was about to leave in her car she said, "About moving in with you?"
"Tonight would be fine."
"Friday would suit me better. Mom will be at her regular Friday lunch with friends and so I would be free to move out without being showered in tears. She can cry before she goes to lunch but will hold back the flow, thinking of her make-up."
"Gee you have that thought out well. Friday would be great."
"I'll drop over tomorrow and we can discuss about setting up your house as a proper home."
"I'd like that. Um I'll not pressure you for sex so you can relax."
She kissed him and got into her car. Forget about not pressuring me for sex. I imagine it's the kind of pressure I'll enjoy."
She waved and drove off, tooting.
* * *
Thelma Eliot, chairman of United Citizen's Association, called and invited Buck to attend a meeting of her executive committee mid-afternoon.
"It's about time my key members got a good look at you."
"Yes, I agree."
"Could you go to City Hall and register for election with the city manager. He'll issue you with an election package that will include the petition papers. That will allow us to proceed with gaining the minimum of 1728 signatures. That's 10% of total registered voters at the last 'at large' mayoral election although the mayoral election wasn't required because once again the opponents pulled out prior to the election."
"Right I'll do that," Buck said. He then explained the possibility of a hiccup over his residency qualification.
Thelma listened without interrupting him and when Buck finished she said, "I knew you were born here and your home here was residential address until you left college. Yes indeed the City Charter does state a year's residency prior to election is required but it doesn't impose any dates for specific residency period. I'm a retired attorney Buck and know what I'm about. I didn't mention that provision when I invited you to be a candidate because I didn't regard it as an issue. But thank you for being frank about it with me. We need to go into this fight hand in hand."
"Fight?"
"Yes. Has it occurred to you to ask why in two previous elections the mayor's opponents withdrew?"
"No."
"Well I'll look up their names and addresses and give that information to you this afternoon. You can visit them and ask them why they pulled out. Two of them are current councilors."
The meeting went smoothly and all eight other members of the executive, all elderly, greeted Buck warmly and had coffee and cream cakes with him. Thelma introduced him to each person individually.
Thelma formerly introduced Buck at the meeting and announced Buck had registered as a prospective candidate that morning and members of the association would now face getting the required 1728 signatures required plus a further 500 to allow for some signatories being declared void for varying reasons.
A discussion followed with some defamatory statements being made about the tactics of the incumbent mayor. It was decided to gain three thousand signatures to ensure there was a safe margin to ensure Buck made it to the ballot.
"Right now all of you listen carefully," Thelma said. "Please make it known we are seeking 1800 signatures. Please don't tell anyone, absolutely no one, that we are seeing more than that number. I just want our safety margin to be our secret. Get it?"
