I become a widower much to early in life. Then I retired several years later with a nice nest egg and monthly checks with no one in particular I wanted to share it with, so I decided to travel.
My checks are deposited to my bank account every month, let's say I am not hurting for cash. I don't have any family to worry about me so now I just travel alone for the most part. It get a little lonely at times, but I have met some interesting people, I try and follow the Celtic festival circuit, eat some great food and see this great nation that God created.
I had recently down graded from a big ass airstream to a modest updated sprinter camper. A lot smaller, much better on fuel and easier to get around in and park about anywhere. It had all the camper comforts; small kitchette, potty, full size bed, storage on top and awnings on the side and back. The back is where I have a shower system I can set up if needed.
While passing through Texas I notice water on the tile floor and followed it to the water line under the bed. Then to the holding tank for the water heater. I stopped at the next decent size little one horse town to get it looked at and hopefully a quick repair.
I stopped at a presentable looking garage with a few old RV's in the fenced in lot adjacent to the shop.
The owner said he was familiar with the heaters and he would be happy to take a look at it and see what's going on. He points to the dinner across the street telling me, "they make a great pastrami on rye if you want to grab lunch while we take a peek at the unit." I wasn't really hungry, but I didn't want to sit around the stale oil smelling garage either.
It looked like one of those typical small town glass front window diners you see in the movies. Walking across the street I couldn't help but notice the Jeep, I keep a bag of oriental trader ducks in the console for just such encounters, it was without doors or a top on it and had quite a few non-OEM updates. Big tires including the spare tire. With a cover that said, "Dirty Girls Go Topless", shiny chromed rims, everything that could be chromed was. Along with the black and pink highlights and pinstripes, someone spent a bunch of cash on this ride.
When I walked inside the smell of bacon made me desire something covered in bacon to eat. I also noticed there were only a few others in the diner, it being a bit after lunch time.
But the middle aged redhead, long and big fluffy curls down her back, wearing an old tattered jean skirt and a red very short cropped tank top caught my attention, her outfit seemed appropriate for the Texas heat. Her pointy nipples poking through the thin tank top told me she didn't bother with a bra, most likely because she didn't need one.
Walking to a stool near the redhead at the empty dining bar, "mind if I join you, I hate eating alone when I don't have too?"
She turned smiling at me, "please do, have a seat. I saw you pulling up at the garage, vehicle troubles?" I melted as she spoke in her faded Irish or scot accent.
I told her, "more of an inconvenience issue, leaking water heater, it's my camper actually." Looking into her eyes I notice she was a real redhead with her matching dark red eyebrows, face covered in freckles. The ring on her finger, the diamond looked to be the size of a 9/16 bolt head, wider than her finger.
I was interrupted by the waitress, "what can I get you hun?"
"Either the double BLT or the pastrami, the old guy from across the street suggested it."
The red head tells me, "get the pastrami it is to die for!"
"Ok I guess that settles it, with a Pepsi and fries please."
She laughed as the waitress walked to the order window, "hi I'm shelia, but spelled Sile, the Irish way."
"So your name and the red hair and freckles, I am guessing says Irish heritage?" I laughed, "I hope not the temper too?"
"And I collect souls!" She giggled.
While I was eating my sandwich and chatting with Sile, the guy came in from the garage, "hello there Ms. Sile, your looking beautiful as always!"
"Oh yeah, Liam, found the issue, the plastic tank is cracked, already called the manufacturer, it's under warranty but it will take a few days to get a new one, if you got time to wait. Apparently they had a bad batch and know about the issue, they are paying for the labor as well."
"Well I have no place to be, is there a camp ground close to town I can park at until it comes in?"
"Well there is the old KOA, but I wouldn't recommend it, it's a bit old and needs some work. They keep little fish in the pool to eat the mosquito worms I callum,"The mechanic told me.
Sile interrupted, "you can stay at my farm and help me out in exchange, I got hay ready to bale and a few other projects if you interested?"
I looked her over, long tanned freckled legs, tight tanned tummy and shoulders, gorgeous face, "sure, sign me up, square or round bales?" Not to mention her accent was melting me.
"I am planning to do round because of my lack of help, it makes for a long day either way, I get more money out of squares. Can ye run a tractor? Ain't shit for help in this town anymore."
I told Mr. Henry to go ahead and order it, giving him my cell number. He said give him a few minutes he would button up the van to send me on my way and call me when the parts came in.
We finished up our lunches and I paid our tabs. Sile tells me, "follow the pretty Jeep, it's about a twenty minute ride." I kinda figured it was hers during our chat.
When we got up to leave I was taken aback again, she was a bit taller than I expected, the skirt was tight across her ample apple bottom that was barely covering her cheeks, looked like something a high schooler would wear. Her cropped top was close to her chest now revealing she was not overly blessed up top at all just as I had suspected, typical redhead body in my experience. Nice round butt and small tits putting it bluntly.
I followed her beautiful bouncing hair to the Jeep, not to mention the swish of her ass and told her to given me a minute to grab my keys and get in the van. She said she was running next doors first and would only be a minute.
Mr. Henry told me when the part comes in it shouldn't take more than a few hours to replace it. I thanked him for his help then hopped in the van and waited for Sile to pull out.
Watching her in the mirror, even with her long legs, she was very unladylike dragging herself up into her Jeep in her short denim skirt. By the looks of it she didn't care she flashed a bit of her butt cheeks in the process.
She backed out her spot and waved for me to follow, I had to do a u-turn, it was quite easy to catch up to her on the long straight two lane highway leading out of town.
Like she said it was about a twenty minute ride to the entrance to her property, then a several more minutes to the ranch house and barns.
The buildings on the property were impressive, huge main two story house with wrap around porches. There were a few out buildings as well, a livestock barn, tractor barn and another large warehouse type building about a hundred feet from the main house.
I followed her Jeep to the open barn where the tractors and trailers were parked out of the weather.
Watching her slide out the tall Jeep, I have to admit it was as impressive as when she climbed into it a half about ago.
She told me, "park on the other side of the horse trailers, their are RV hook-ups there, including water, power and sewer if you need it. Once you get settled in, come on in the house."
I just watched as she walked away, damn watching her butt wiggling and the dimples showing due to her skirt so low on her hips, they were just as adorable.
There wasn't a lot to do to get hooked up, I ran the shore power cord to the electrical box on the post and hooked up the hose making sure the water didn't route through the water tank yet, I wanted to stay while it filled up. I didn't bother with the gray water hookup, if I needed it I would do it later.
I walked into the huge kitchen from the porch, seeing she had already changed into what looked like an old well worn loose summer dress. Thin shoulder straps, it was short I'm guessing due to her height, quite faded, the top two buttons undone, the third just missing.
She handed me a Lone Star beer telling me she needed to get one of the fields raked and flipped so she can bale it in the morning. I just enjoyed listening to her talk in her Celtic accent.
I asked what I can do to help her, watching her across the island bar in the kitchen drinking from her own longneck bottle, the center of the dress gaping open to below her small boobs.
Can you load string in a baler, I want to start with a fresh roll of baling twine in the morning after the dew dries off.
I had done it a time or two in my life and told her, "easy pesky."
While we chatted I watched her putting up groceries she had picked up in town, I couldn't help but stare at her butt cheeks peeking and wiggling under her short dress, I was quite sure that's all she was wearing.
So where is Mr. Sile, I am assuming there is one judging by your ring.
She laughed, "oh well this is my hobby property where I spend most of my time, he doesn't come here often. He isn't a country boy. He is usually in either Houston, Boston or someplace in Europe. He is in Japan right now."
"So the ranch is all your doing then?"
"I picked it out and he paid for the close to 6000 acres. But everything else I had built how I wanted it. And the Hay business is easy and always in demand by locals and a few stock yard North of Houston. And it keeps me busy outside in the sun and fresh air. I really enjoy the sun on me body, feels so free and refreshing."
