Chapter 1
I sat at the table in a small RV trailer that I'd rented leafing through the day's newspaper. I was staying in a campground a few miles outside of Mammoth Lakes. It was the end of September and the campground was mostly empty, which is why I come here during this time every year for a week's vacation.
Most of the time I traveled with friends, though this year no one had been available. I had been single for years; my career as a high-ranking Police Officer back home made it hard to be in a relationship with the stress and odd hours which that sort of a lifestyle required. So this year I came here alone. I liked that. Sure it was lonely but the solitude was nice as was having the ability to do what I pleased.
An added bonus to traveling alone was I was able to drive my vintage Delorean. I hated it being called the Back to The Future car; I'd owned mine since before the movies came-out. I'd had it painted bright red a few years earlier. My ex-wife had never been a fan of the car; she thought it was cheaply constructed (it is) un-reliable (guilty, even when it was new was never reliable) she thought I spent too much money on it (I do, two years ago I paid a shop a lot of money to install a modern engine and transmission) and in general she'd hated it. But I've always liked it and at this point I've modernized so many things on it there really isn't much original Delorean left on it.
The weather in the Eastern Sierra in late Fall was known for being unpredictable; some years it was 80 and sunny during the day, other years it snowed. This year was a mix of sun during the day and light to moderate rains at night. I was warm and dry in my trailer but over the past day or so I couldn't help but feel bad for a couple which were tent camping in a spot across from me. Their tent seemed to be a flimsy and cheap summer model which apparently leaked during the first night of rains and collapsed during the second leaving them to sleep in the rear of their SUV. The Wife looked miserable. They had a couple of mountain bikes with them so I assumed they were in the area to ride some of the many trails.
Being that the campground was mostly empty our paths crossed frequently. I learned that their names were Heather and Mitch. They both appeared to be in their mid twenties and mentioned they had been married a year or so. They seemed friendly, especially Heather who struck-up a conversation with me whenever I saw her around the campground. She was hard to miss with what looked to be natural red hair down to just past her shoulders, a slender frame with a narrow waist and what looked to be a pair of heavenly C-cup-sized breasts which she frequently allowed to hang naturally without the impendence of a bra.
Later that day I had just returned from a day out in my car and was putting some things away when Heather walked-up to me and struck-up a conversation.
"I've been meaning to tell you, my Husband and I love your car! We're big 'Back To The Future' fans but we've never actually seen a Delorean in-person before." Heather said.
"Thank you, although I don't drive it much. This trip I'm on will be the most miles I've driven it in the past five years or so." I told her.
"What brings you up here?" She asked.
"I come-up here every September. I like to sight see, do some fishing and a little hiking." I explained.
"Can I sit in it?" Heather asked.
"Sure." I said as I opened the passenger-side gull wing door.
"These seats are so soft! This doesn't look anything like the car in Back to The Future." She said.
"I know. Their from a wrecked Cadillac. Their heated too." I told her.
"Why don't you and your Husband come-by later for dinner and I'll show him the car." I offered.
"That would be great!" She said as she climbed-out of the car, inadvertently giving me a direct shot of her tits which were almost spilling-out of her Halter top.
I watched her tiny ass, hidden barely behind a pair of Lycra bike shorts walk back towards her camp, wondering if I'd get the chance to what she looked like outside of her mountain biking clothes.
Chapter 2
Following my chat with Heather I went to town to get some supplies for dinner. Walking-out of the grocery store it was obvious that the daily rains had returned.
An hour later I saw Mitch and Heather walking towards my trailer under an umbrella. It was way too wet to start a fire or BBQ as I had earlier planned but I had a pot of spaghetti on the stove and the table inside the trailer already set. As they walked by it I saw Mitch take a long look at my car.
Heather introduced me to Mitch. He seemed nice. Quiet guy. Said he worked in Television as a Production Assistant or something. Whatever he did it sounded like he worked infrequently and it quickly became obvious that the pair lived-off of Heather's profession as an RN.
Of course their next question was what I did for a living. I explained that I was a Sergeant with a large Police agency near Santa Barbara.
"I told you!" Heather said to Mitch. "You look like a Cop." Heather explained.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.
"No not at all Mitch said. My Uncle is a cop in New York."
I don't like to talk to non-officers about what I do for a living-you just never know how people are going to react, so I changed the subject and what I do for a living never came-up again that night.
Over dinner we shared a bottle of wine I'd picked-up earlier. It was obvious that the two of them didn't drink much as soon Mitch was becoming a lot more talkative and Heather even more bubbly than she normally was. It was then that the conversation returned to my car.
Mitch told me how much he'd always lusted after Delorean's. It seems as a child he'd even named his cat Delorean or something. Heather said they'd watched the movies hundreds of times. Finally they got to the point; they asked if they could take my car for a drive.
I smiled and pretended to ponder their request. Then I calmly explained to them that I rarely let anyone drive the car. Of course something I wasn't willing to tell them was that in truth I couldn't care less about who drove the car; my Sister had even driven it for a couple of days just before I'd left on this trip while her SUV was down for repairs. I once had even allowed my neighbor's son to drive it to his Prom. I'd owned the car for a long time. I liked the car but I honestly had no emotional attachment to the car. However I was horny and had a suspicion that Heather wasn't quite the good girl she wanted the world to think she was.
They nodded their heads but couldn't hide their disappointment however the conversation (and alcohol consumption) continued as the rain began to let-up outside. An hour or so later the pair said good night and began making their way (stumbling mostly) back to their camp.
I was also tired so after I cleaned-up the few dishes and glasses from dinner I went to bed. Just as I was about to drift-off to sleep I heard a knock on the door of my trailer.
I got-up, opened the door and was surprised to see Heather standing there only wearing a long T-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. Thinking that she or Mitch had forgotten something I asked her inside.
