When Tom pulled into the rest stop along the Alaska highway on his retired NYPD motorcycle, a few people looked at the bike with curiosity. It still had chrome on the panniers that spelled out POLICE, but all the police lights, decals, and the siren were gone. When Tom walked across the parking lot to the rest room facility, all the women, and some of the men looked closer. There was something about the smooth way he moved that was almost sensual - or sexual. The men felt uneasy without knowing why, and the women, for the most part, wanted to know more.
Liz and Jessica paid particular attention. They were on a cross-country adventure, having both divorced in the past two years, and together, had purchased the pickup camper they were driving. Not a couple, just good friends for many years. Both marriages had collapsed at about the same time. They had already been going on girls-only camping trips together for several years, so it seemed natural to team up and do some exploring.
Tom came out and went over the edge of the bluff that gave the rest area an expansive view of the forests, meadows, and wetlands below. He quickly spotted a cow moose and her calf in the wetlands below. Liz and Jessica were standing close by so he pointed the moose out to them.
They moved closer so he could show them exactly where to look. Tom, as was his nature, was very interested in anyone he happened to be around, a trait that helped him make friends easily. When he turned his attention on someone, it could seem intense. Liz and Jessica immediately felt that connection.
While Liz went to their rig to retrieve a spotting scope she used for birding, Tom and Jessica chatted.
Tom learned that they were best friends traveling west on the Alaska Highway, having started their journey in Spokane. Jessica learned that Tom had won the bike in an Ebay auction, flown to NYC to get it, and was making his way back to Alaska, which was his home most of the time. When he wasn't on the road.
Liz returned with the scope and set it up to look at the moose. This was exciting for Liz. She'd been anticipating lots of wildlife viewing on the trip and so far had been disappointed. Soon other travelers were invited to use the scope if they wanted, and several did.
Meanwhile, Jessica and Tom continued their conversation, both feeling an attraction and hoping that something might happen to continue the chance meeting.
Jessica mentioned the campground where they were planning to spend the night. Tom told her that it might be full because it was close to the main route of the Alaska Highway and figured prominently in the guide books. Although Jessica had a site reservation and wasn't worried about getting a place, she and Liz weren't fond of crowded, noisy campgrounds.
Tom told her about his destination for the night - an out-of-the-way spot that was not on many maps, had a small lake, and was usually only frequented by locals. This being a Tuesday, it might well be empty.
Jessica was very interested and got directions. It sounded tranquil. Tom warned that there would not be a shower facility but that the hardy could always take a bath in the lake, or just go swimming. The water would be cold, but bearable.
As they parted, Tom mentioned that he was going on a short side trip to fish a small stream in the area. They would probably reach the campground before he did.
Riding down the highway, Tom's thoughts stayed with Jessica and Liz. They were both attractive. Liz a bit taller, Jessica more average height. Liz a blonde, Jessica had deep black hair. Both seemed to be in good physical condition. He guessed they were probably in their mid to late 40s. A bit younger than him. They had been dressed for traveling, both wearing shorts and brief tops that showed four very nice legs, tight butts, and well-toned arms.
His hopes for an eventful evening rose, and his cock tried to as well.
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The women got into their pickup and also took off, following the directions Tom had given them.
"This could be fun," said Jessica.
Jessica was driving and Liz navigating, using GPS, maps, and Tom's directions. "Looks like it's about 80 miles from here."
On their trips together, Jessica usually drove unless it was a long day and she got tired.
Liz didn't mind. She was happy to navigate and have the chance to take in the scenery.
As they drove, the conversation naturally turned to Tom.
"How old?" Liz asked.
"Hmm, probably over 50, but not much. But looks good." Jessica smiled. "Keeps fit."
"Not your typical dirty motorcycle bum," Liz commented. "Clothes were clean and he didn't stink - at least not more than we do after a couple nights camping."
"Yeah, and the way he moves, makes me tingle. And those eyes. He's hot - for an old man," Jessica chuckled.
"So, your turn or mine?" Liz asked, with a grin.
They'd started having this type of conversation as they had both recovered from their messy divorces; Liz from a stuffy banker who had finally admitted he was gay, and Jessica from a former rodeo cowboy that had found a young buckle bunny with big tits more to his liking. Both were relieved to be moving on from relationships that had taken too long to end.
"Maybe we should let him decide."
"OK," said Liz. "But it might be neither."
"Yeah, let's see what happens," said Jessica. "I'm good either way, sister."
They were both very aware of their ages. Once they had reconciled themselves to the fact of divorce, and that they would be back in the dating game, they'd devised a plan to restore their 'hotness,' as they liked to jokingly call it. They kept each other on track with gym visits and cross-country skiing trips. The horseback riding they both enjoyed had kept their postures good, cores solid, and legs strong. So it really wasn't too big of a chore to get back into shape.
Flat tummies, round butts, and toned muscles were the result.
Jessica's tiny tits, as she called them, didn't sag, and she hardly ever wore a bra. But Liz's larger breasts were just starting their southern trek. It seemed there was not much that exercise could do about that. And she wasn't about to have surgery.
But all the workouts in the world couldn't turn back the clock. So they'd decided to grab the fun while they still could.
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Tom found the narrow side road that led to the stream he wanted to fish. He'd noticed the spot on a previous meander through the area and had marked it as a place to revisit. He was about 10 miles off the main highway and a couple miles off the smaller paved side road. No signs pointed the way. He expected to be alone and was not disappointed.
After fishing for a couple of hours, catching and releasing several nice ones, he decided to clean up while he was here. He didn't want to show up smelling like fish. But he also wanted to be ready for anything that might happen tonight.
So he stripped down and washed in a deep hole in the creek he'd been fishing. Cold, cold water! He used some biodegradable soap that had the approval of the Canadian government, at least, that's what the woman at the sporting goods store in Winnipeg had told him when he'd bought it. The thought of her, and the night he'd spent with her, brought a smile to his face.
Good thing this water's so cold.
Dressing in clean clothes, he headed toward the campground.
It was about 3 o'clock when he pulled in to find the Liz and Jessica camper already set up, and nobody else in the campground.
Hope it stays this way
.
Jessica was swimming in the lake, around the boat launch area. Liz was sitting on the dock, reading a book. Both were wearing minimal bikinis, showing a lot of toned body.
They must work out.
He waved, then began setting up his camp at a site across the campground, leaving them their privacy, as was courteous in this part of the world. If someone else showed up, there was still an unoccupied area of the campground for them to choose. Campers around here tended to value being away from other people, and setting up next to someone when there were other choices was considered rude.
As he was finishing setting up his camp, Liz wandered over.
She was absolutely hot in that almost bikini!
Nice, full breasts that were not contained by her top as much as accented by it. Her suit bottom was not quite a thong, but very brief. Long, slender legs, and a firm middle. Shoulder length blonde hair. Just a few wrinkles around her eyes that telegraphed her age. Otherwise, she'd look to be in her early thirties.
"Hi. Glad you made it," she said smiling and toasting him with her beer. "We were starting to wonder if you'd decided to go elsewhere."
"Just got in a little fishing," he replied, smiling and looking at her with that intense gaze of his.
That look that seemed to go on forever. He wasn't leering at her, just really interested.
"Have any trouble finding it?"
"No. Your give good directions," she said with a smile. "Are you going swimming?"
"No, I swam a bit in the creek I was fishing, so I've already been frozen today," he replied, grinning.
She laughed and said, "That's why I was sitting on the dock. Too cold for me."
He dug a beer out of his six-pack size cooler and offered it to her. "Need a refill?"
"No, thanks. Just started this one," she replied, raising it to him again.
"Well, I'd ask you to sit and join me but I only carry one chair. Want to sit at the picnic table?"
"Come on over to our camp. We have an extra chair, and plenty more beer, wine, and probably some whiskey if you want some."
She turned and walked toward their site, and he learned that the back of her bikini bottom was as brief as the front. Plenty of toned ass cheek showing. And what a nice ass it was. Topping off some beautiful long legs, and holding up a shapely back - with one small string across it, holding those large breasts at bay.
Tom walked with her walk across the campground, regretting he couldn't just lag behind and watch that backside move as she walked. But the front wasn't bad either.
Jessica was coming out of the camper as they arrived. She had apparently already changed out of her swim suit and was wearing some very tight, thin, stretchy shorts, and a loose top with big neck and arm holes, that was just barely opaque.
Liz said she was going to change, then start some pasta cooking. Would Tom eat with them?
You bet
, he thought. "OK," he replied. "Sounds a lot better than the granola I'd planned to eat."
He noticed she didn't close the camper door, but he could only see the lower part of her legs as the bikini bottom slid to the floor and her hand as she reached to pick it up. His imagination tried to make up for the rest. He saw her feet step into some shorts. When she came into view, moving to the stove to work on the pasta, he could tell that the shorts were very loose and with her elevation above his eye level, occasionally got a glimpse of that beautiful ass through the big leg holes.
Jessica and Tom sat and traded stories about their recent travels, while Liz worked on the pasta. Tom learned that Liz was a law professor and Jessica worked as an administrator for the Forest Service. They'd met because they both like to ride horses, and sometimes went camping together on horseback. Jessica learned that Tom traveled a lot and picked up odd jobs when he needed money. Earlier in life, he'd owned a construction business, which he'd grown into a good sized operation, then sold. He tried not to touch that money since his needs and wants were small.
