Adam's Journey

I decided to see about repairing the solar panel first, and when I hooked up the meter I was relieved to see that it was still generating full wattage, which told me the damage was mostly cosmetic. I gently straightened the bent frame, then reinforced it at the damage point with a steel bracket from the tool box, resealing the unit with a little silicone caulk to keep out the elements.

I was walking around it looking at the bent pole when Dana set her laptop down and joined me. "Can you fix that, or does it even matter?"

"I should try at least, we need to get the panels at the correct angle to the sun for peak efficiency." I leaned in and pushed on it, and it barely budged. Dana grabbed the pole below my hands and threw her weight into it as well, but still no luck. Except, of course, for the way she looked leaning forward and straining, her bare arm and side pressed against my own, her breasts suspended from her tensed chest muscles. I had to count that as very lucky for me. My heart was pounding, and it wasn't just from exertion!

We gave up and stepped back. "Well fuck! What's Plan B?" I looked at her as I said that, and I know she watched my eyes momentarily drop to her tits. I couldn't seem to stop them, and in all honesty didn't try very hard.

"For some reason I don't think you're really focusing on the problem, Adam"

"I am a little distracted, you're right. And whose fault is that?"

"Your own. You've been wondering all day what they feel like, haven't you?"

I had to admit that I had - she'd have known I was lying if I said otherwise - but when I made no move to touch her she took my right hand and raised it to her left breast, and I kept it there when she let her hand drop away. She was warm, and soft, with that incredible firm yet yielding resilience that only a fine young female body has, and I cupped her breast in my hand, raising my left hand to her other one, gently touching her.

I heard a soft, sudden intake of breath as my rough fingers grazed across her hard, rosy nipple, and wasn't sure if it was her or me that had made the sound. I formed my hands over her tits, feeling her hard nipples against my palms.

"God Dana, those feel nicer than I could have ever imagined!"

She smiled. "Here, this is the way I like to have my breasts touched." So saying, she turned around, pressing her firm butt to my groin and her warm smooth back against my stomach and chest, reaching back and pulling my arms up around her, and my hands to her breasts. She was right, this was a great way to hold her, and to fondle her tits.

I kissed the top of her head, and cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, enjoying her warmth and the soft weight of her, gradually letting my fingers find their way to her peaked nipples and pinching them gently between my fingers and thumbs, and I heard her gasp out a soft "Ohhh!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, god no. I've been wanting you to do that for hours. It feels really good. You can be a little rougher if you want."

I squeezed a little harder, and took a larger pinch of her areolas and nipples, tugging them gently. I felt the motor in her hips click on, and she began to rub her tight ass against my groin, grinding into me.

"You're hard Adam, I can feel you."

"I'd be kind of embarassed if I wasn't, in this situation."

She laughed, then took my right hand from her breast and pulled it down. I kept it pressed against her stomach, feeling her taut warmth and a light, slick sheen of sweat, and she pulled out the waist of her jeans, pushing my hand inside, toward her sex. My fingertips were toying with the soft curls of hair at the top of her mound, but I could go no further because of her tight pants.

She quickly realized this and unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper, and my hand moved down until my middle finger found the narrow V-cleft at the front of her sex. I went just a little more, until my fingertip touched the hard pebble of her clit, and I felt a shudder run through her body. "Ohhh, my god, that feels so good!"

I pushed my hand further into her pants, my middle finger going further back in her slick groove until I found her vagina, the smooth outer lips of her pussy pressed against my index and ring finger on either side of her opening. She was wet, very wet and slick, and so damn hot, and when I slid my finger inside of her to my second knuckle she contracted on me, squeezing tightly on my finger, and came, groaning and pushing her ass into my groin. I bent my finger forward, pressing against the front wall of her vagina.

I was hyper-conscious of the feel of her against me, and of the smell of the sage around us, and the faint trace of the smell of her shampoo remaining in her hair, and of her body's scent, healthy female sweat, trail dust, her sexual musk, a hint of soap. I buried my face in her short hair, then moved down, kissing and licking the back and side of her neck, tasting her salty sweat and the sage-flavored grit, and my finger continued to work in her sex, slippery now with her own secretions. I made circles on the hard bud of her clit as she came again, and then again, inserting my finger into her as she would cum, wanting to feel her young body contract and clamp so very tightly onto my finger.

She was crying out as she came, telling me when she would reach orgasm, and not to stop, and I pulled her backward with me to the ATV and sat side-saddle on it, pulling her onto my lap where she continued to pump her ass against my hard, denim-clad ridge.

We somehow managed to push her jeans down to her ankles, where they bunched against the tops of her boots, and she leaned back into me, spreading her legs so that my hand could more readily work her pussy. I had my left arm wrapped around her, alternately squeezing her tits and pressing against her hard stomach, holding her to me, and my right buried between her legs, furiously masturbating her to one orgasm after another as she rubbed against me. She was loud, thrusting her sex against my fingers and crying out, pushing me onwards, but she was right; only the antelope and prairie dogs could hear us, out here on our hilltop.

Finally, after one particularly loud and long orgasm she went completely limp in my arms, and I thought she might have fainted. Or died. That would be tough to explain!

"Dana, honey, are you OK?"

A long trembling breath, then "Oh yeah, I'm f-f-fine. God! But I'm done, that's all, no more!"

"OK. Relax, I'll just hold you." I did, and she gasped and cried out a minute or two later when I took my hand away from her abused and saturated sex, as my middle finger slid slowly out of her. My fingers were covered with her slippery secretions, and she pulled my hand up to her lips, wanting to taste her own arousal.

She sucked on my middle finger, the one that had been so far inside of her, and when I raised my hand to my own lips she brought hers along, her fingers touching my lips and tongue as I sampled her sweet nectar. This close the overpowering sexual perfume of her sweet pussy on my fingers hammered my senses, and I felt my cock throb luxuriously, almost painfully, with need. God!

I must have let out a small groan, because she stirred, then struggled to rise. "I'm being so selfish! It's your turn now."

I pulled her back to me. "No, Dana."

She pushed against me. "Yes Adam, you need to, I can tell."

"I do, but no, Dana, we're not going to go there. I'll survive."

She tugged her jeans to her knees and managed to stand up, pulling them up to mid thigh. I couldn't help but notice the slick, wet sheen on her pubic area and upper thighs. She seemed angry.

"Oh, so now I owe you! That's not fair Adam, I don't expect you to do me then quit! I want to do you too, and I can certainly tell you want it. Why not?"

"Jeez Dana, for so many reasons! We shouldn't have done that even, I just got a little carried away because you're so beautiful, and sexy. And you smelled so good."

"Oh, right! Because I smelled good. Damn Adam, I'm all sweaty and dirty, and you're crazy."

"You smell great, healthy and sexy. Like an active, strong, young, horny woman ought to."

That seemed to defuse her anger, and she smiled at the description, but she still wanted to know why I wouldn't let her reciprocate.

I ticked them off on my fingers. "Well, let's see now. A, because I'm your boss. Well, sort of; B, because I'm so much older than you; C, because you're already involved with two guys at the site; D, because you're so much younger than me. What else do you need?"

She shook her head. "Those aren't especially good reasons. And besides, B and D are the same thing."

"OK, how's this then. We're running out of daylight, and we just don't have the time. We need to wrap up here, get to #4, do our work, and still get back home. We didn't bring any supper because we thought we'd get back by eight thirty or so, but we're wa-a-ay behind."

She looked to the west, where the sun was settling down close to the horizon, and she knew I was right. Grudgingly, she said "Well OK, but you owe me one."

"No, I don't think so."

She looked at me, prepared to be angry again, until I said "Actually, you were right the first time. You owe me one. No, now that I think about it, you owe me about ten or twelve. It seemed like you really enjoyed that a lot."

She laughed. "I really did. You may be old, and you may be too shy just because your dick is little, but you know stuff, like Harley does!"

"Dana, give it a rest on the little dick stuff! For someone that said it didn't matter, you sure seem obsessed with it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know guys can be insecure about that, but it's silly. Besides, from what I felt, I don't think you're too small."

"Dana, please. Somehow, big or small, I managed to get you off pretty good, your screaming scared away all the animals."

She turned bright red. "That's so embarrassing! I can't help it, I have to be noisy when it feels that good and I'm enjoying it so much, so don't humiliate me for that please."

I laughed. "Oh no, not at all, I loved it. I could tell by the sounds you made just when I was touching you the way you liked. It was very nice to know that you appreciated my efforts, and you really seemed to."

She grinned. "Whew! I sure did. I'm so relaxed now."

"Good, I'm glad. Let's get to work and get the hell out of here."

I wound up using the winch on the ATV to straighten the pole reasonably well, and I swapped out the old batteries that were no longer charging properly as Dana finished up her work, and we moved on. We never did see the animal that had caused the damage, but I'm pretty sure it was a moose, following the creek down to the lake and stopping off for a good scratch. Given the strength of the mount, it had been something very big and strong.

It was almost dark when we got to #4, the last of the remote sites, and we worked by flashlight and the headlights of the vehicles, finishing off the snacks we had and drinking some water while we worked. The breeze died down, and we heard the coyotes yipping in the distance. It was getting cooler, so we stayed fully dressed there, and it was totally dark well before we moved on, again donning our long sleeves against the evening chill.

There were billions of stars bright in the clear sky above, and we saw two meteorites streak across the sky, close together, just before we came in sight of the lights of the buildings.

I stopped on the rise about a quarter mile south of the compound, and Dana pulled up beside me, looking down over the small installation.

She shut off her engine. "Ah, home sweet home."

I shut mine off as well, wondering why she had done so. "More like dump sweet dump, don't you think?"

She laughed. "Oh c'mon, it's not that bad. We could be sleeping in tents, on the ground, with no running water."

I snorted. "Wrong! You could be, maybe. I'd be way too busy working on a career change." I'd lived like that enough already, doing early exploration in various areas of the U.S. and a couple of foreign countries.

"Well, I don't think it's all that bad. We're pretty comfortable, really."

"No, you're probably right. You just haven't been up here as long as I have, girl. Well, should we head down to our little slice of heaven on earth?"

She put her hand on my arm. "Wait. I just wanted to tell you, while we're still alone, how much I enjoyed today."

I smiled at her. "Trust me Dana, that was entirely my pleasure. I should be thanking you for giving an old guy like me such a thrill. Getting to explore your incredible little hot bod was a treat."

She smiled back. "Yeah that was a lot of fun, you old man you, but I'm talking about the whole day. It was the first time I actually felt like I saw the real you."

I frowned. "I'm always the real me."

"No, not like today. You're usually so reserved, or aloof, even. You don't seem to kid around much, you're usually all business, and I wasn't really sure you even knew how to have fun."

I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. "I don't know, Dana. I don't intend to come across that way. I guess I just focus on things too much sometimes and shut everything else out. And everyone."

"You shouldn't. You're really a lot of fun. I'm kind of sad that it's taken me months to find that out. Maybe being out there, where there are no walls, made all your own walls come crashing down."

Here was yet another person, another sweet woman, telling me that I had walls around myself. I was starting to think maybe they had a point, it couldn't be just coincidence that they used the exact same words. "Could be Dana, I do love being out in the back country. There have been a lot of things going on in my life too, eye opening things, that might have something to do with it. You're not the first woman to tell me I close myself off to people."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I looked at her. It would be easy to open up to her, but what would it accomplish? "No, I guess not. It's awfully late, we should probably head in. Your boyfriends will be worried about you."

She laughed. "Don't be tacky! Harley always told me what a great guy you are, and how much you helped him through his wife's death, but I never saw that side of you until today. Thanks for sharing and letting your guard down a little, and if you ever want to talk..."

"Thanks Dana, I appreciate that. Harley's a really great guy, we've known each other a long time. We've weathered a few storms together, literally and figuratively."

"He thinks the world of you."

"Likewise." I paused. "You know what I said about this place being a dump? Well, you being here these last few months has really made it much more bearable. Enjoyable, even. You brighten the place up a lot, I know all the guys sure enjoy having you around."

"All the guys? What about you, Adam?"

"Yeah Dana, me too. You do a great job, you're bright and fun, you probably saved my friend Harley, and watching you wiggle your cute little butt around here has definitely triggered more than a few late night lecherous fantasies and potentially embarassing erections."

She laughed. "Good, then it's working."

I laughed too. "Come on Dana, let's head in, it's really late."

"OK. You should laugh more Adam, it sounds really nice."

"I'll try to remember that." We fired up the machines and headed down, pulling them up to the storage shed a few minutes later. We still needed to unload and put away all the equipment and refill the gas tanks, which were always topped off in order to be ready for any emergency. The set-up and clean-up of any job always seems to be the worst drudgery of the whole thing, and we were tired, but we set to it.

We had just started when a voice interrupted us.

"You finally made it back. Everyone was starting to worry about you two. Any problems?"

We turned and found Brian, of all people, standing there watching us. I'm not sure who was more shocked, me or Dana. I found my voice first.

"Not anything major, just a little animal damage out at number three. We got it fixed up pretty workable, but we should take a little extra repair equipment next time we go out, the solar set-up got kind of banged up."

"Oh. OK. I'll make up a work order." He stood there awkwardly for a moment or two, until I broke the impasse.

"Were you waiting up for us?"

"Uh, no, not really. I just heard the four-wheelers and walked over. Um, you know, you guys both look really tired. I could put all that stuff away for you if you want, and gas those things up, while you go get cleaned up, or go to bed, or whatever. I mean you know, if you want to."

I was blown away! I wanted to grab this guy and ask him what he had done with Brian, but then I decided I liked this guy a lot better and didn't want to push my luck. Before I could say anything, Dana stepped in seamlessly.

"Thanks Brian, that would be really nice! We're totally beat, and hungry. You're a lifesaver."

I thanked him too, and we walked away. Halfway across the compound we both stopped, and simultaneously turned around and looked back, then at each other.

Dana giggled. "Wow, that was weird!"

"I'll say! I think we're going to enjoy having a eunuch around here, we obviously should have thought about having him gelded a long time ago."

She giggled again. "That's awful, now you're making me feel bad!"

"Don't. I'm planning on firing him tomorrow. Or, rather, he's going to be quitting tomorrow, right after I explain to him what the penalty for attempted sexual assault is here in Wyoming."

"What is it?"

I grinned at her. "How the hell would I know? I'm going to find out in the morning, or maybe just make up something really horrible sounding."

She laughed, then looked pensive. "Don't do that, OK? I think he's trying to apologize, in his own way. I think we should give him a chance."

"You're a soft touch. He's had his chances."

She put her hand on my arm and looked up at me. "Please Adam? People can change."

"Old dog, new tricks, Dana."

"Please, just give him a little time? I don't want it to ruin his life."

I looked down at her, puzzled. "Why do you care?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just have a little soft spot in my heart for any man that let's me fondle his genitals."

Now I had to laugh. "Fuck! You call that fondling? Glad you weren't trying to hurt him! Goodnight Dana, and thanks for your help today, and for your company. You are a true treasure."

"Thanks Adam, you too. I enjoyed it. I'm going to walk over to the kitchen and see if I can scrounge up something to eat, you want to join me?"

I thought about it, and decided I was more tired than hungry. "Thanks, but no. I think a nice hot shower and a nice soft bed are calling me. Sleep good, and be careful around Brian. I don't trust him."

"I will, but I think we're going to be OK. Goodnight Adam."

We parted ways, her to the kitchen and me to the bunkhouse to get my things, and then to the bathhouse. My stomach was a little growly, but that shower was sounding really good to me.

A couple of the guys were sitting up playing cards in the common room at the front of the bunkhouse, and we exchanged greetings and small talk before I went around the corner and through the covered walkway between the two buildings. The bathhouse can be accessed that way, or via an outside door. We had linked the buildings with the walkway following our first winter at the site, in order to avoid the cold and inevitably windy walk between them.

I turned the thermostat up a few degrees and took the third shower stall in the otherwise vacant building, the one closest to the hot water tank. Putting my towel and clean clothes on the bench, I turned on the water and got undressed while it warmed up. I adjusted the shower to a nice full spray, the temperature good and hot, and stepped under the flow, letting it beat on my stiff neck and shoulders for a few minutes. Dana was right, this wasn't so bad.