"Shan? I can't sleep."
"Me neither. When did you say the A/C guy was going to fix it?"
"'ASAP!" he said. He was shaking his head when surfing his supplier sites. 'Too old! Parts are hard to find!' he said."
David and Shannon are squirming around in their bed trying their best to sleep. Both have tossed their covers and are lying there naked hoping beyond hope that a cross-breeze through their open windows would move the air around. But it's completely still outside, 85Β°, and muggy. At 1:30 a.m. They hadn't ever needed a fan in this house, and realized their dilemma too late to run to Target or wherever to buy one.
"Didn't I overhear him say our next move is to forget it and buy a new system?"
"That he did. Not a good time for that sort of outlay. You know why. I was figuring on a couple of more years."
"That bitch nailed you good for nailing
her
."
"Yeah. We've hashed this out a million times, Shan. Like I've said, count your blessings that I wasn't making crap when the case settled."
"Whatcha wanna do now?"
"Oh, I dunno. Feel like a drive to cool off? The A/C works in the cars, or we could put the top down on yours and cruise The Flats."
"The Flats sounds like fun, frankly. We might see a train or two. You like that. What do you suggest I wear?"
"Something cool, obviously. Those shirred babydolls seem to cover you enough to get out of the car if you have to. Shorts and a tee for me."
"The Flats" are what David and Shannon call the floodplain where the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers meet. It is a sparsely-settled area because... well... because it's a floodplain, and frequently does in fact flood. Traffic is quite sparse on the big grid of access roads.
It's a very good place to just go nowhere in particular. An added bonus is the heavily trafficked railroad line running through the middle of the expanse. The both of them are what are called "railfans", folks who enjoy the visceral sounds and sights of watching the massive trains pass by. Many railfans are interested in the history or the technical aspects, but David and Shannon are mostly into the ambience.
David has just made the left onto the main access road from SR47.
"Usual pattern criss-crossing the tracks?" he asks.
"Sounds good. We end-up at that one spot with the public boat access, right? And turn around there?"
"Uh huh."
Out maybe a half-hour or so of enjoying the wind in their hair, they're approaching the turnaround.
"I see a glow!" David declares.
"Oh! Good!" Can I do it?"
"You mean..."
"Yeah."
"Not here. Those two houses have lights on. Next crossing back."
The glow David noticed is a train headlight scattered by the heavy, humid atmospheric layer settled around the rivers. It provides two or three miles advance warning, giving them plenty of time to find a comfortable spot to watch and enjoy the train's passage without disturbing anybody at any of the otherwise isolated grade crossings.
He drives the car across the tracks into the boat launch area, turning the car around in the circle drive near the ramp. Back across the rail crossing, he determines there is plenty of time to make it to the crossing east of the launch.
They pull up just in time for the flashing lights to start and the gates lower. Shannon steps out of the car like she has many times before to wave to the crew as the locomotives pass.
Now Shannon is, in all honesty, a genuine beauty. Tall -- 5'10" -- slender, modest breasts and a thin waist, with subtle curves through her hips, firm, rounded glutes, and
gorgeous
sculpted thighs. Her overall shape elicits visions of a
prima donna
ballerina. Shan has a welcoming, beautiful face, and waist-length blonde hair.
She should have easily been a magazine model, and applied to several agencies when she was old enough to work. However and unfortunately, during the era of her peak youthful beauty, the agency preferences leaned toward larger breasts and "bubble" derrières. So she was turned down for the well-paying work, relegated to the "gig list" of models available for single shoots by mostly semi-pro hobby photographers, including nude work.
Anyway, she remains a
serious
head-turner. David is frequently called "lucky" to have her. Truth is, that's a mutual feeling between them.
As the train bears down on the crossing, Shannon looks back to David, mouthing "Do I?" over the roar of the oncoming locomotives. David nods his assent.
Off comes the dress, instantly. She tosses it into her seat, then resumes her position to wave to the crew, naked down to her sandals, her freshly-shaven pubes glistening pink in the flashing red lights. Her reward is a series of light toots on the horn in appreciative acknowledgement, concluding in "shave and a haircut".
She runs up to her door but doesn't get in. "
Ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd! Ohgawd!
Oh, Davie! That felt
soooooo gooood!
"
"It certainly
looked
good, sweetheart. You are just stunning."
"How are
you
doing?"
"What do
you
think?" He lowers his shorts to display a particularly urgent erection. She has playfully flashed before in other situations as opportunity presented, but fully nude for the train crew was virgin territory. They are both in a heated ardor about to boil over.
"Here?" she leers to him.
"Here," he confirms.
David kicks off his shorts in the car, dashes around the back to push his body into Shannon's. She rises then lowers herself into him, aiming his cock into her pussy. Their standing fuck is particularly charged and frantic. She has a gasping, shaking orgasm; he ejaculates into her with a moaning grunt, then another.
Breathless, Shannon declares, "Wow."
"'Wow' is right."
"Can we do this again?"
"We can."
"Home?"
"Yeah."
Conversation is sparse and reserved on the way back to the house given both basking in their afterglow, holding hands between David's shifting gears.
---
The following week, Dave and Shan are sitting watching the evening news and discussing dinner plans.
"What,
really
, do you feel like?" David is getting slightly impatient with Shannon's not indicating any strong preference. It's time to eat
something
.
His phone rings. Saved by the bell. "Phil Bunge" is displayed.
"This is Dave. What's up?"
"You guys good for a bite? I'm wandering over to Nuts for a burger and beer, and if you haven't et yet..."
"We haven't, and that's a great idea. Give us a few minutes to freshen and we'll see you there."
"Good deal."
Setting down his phone, "Phil said Nuts. Let's change and get our butts over there."
"That actually sounds good," Shannon confirms. "It'd be nice to see him. Quick shower and I'll throw something on for 'im."
David looks askance at her, trying to assess the full meaning of what she just said.
This isn't the first time the three have dined together like this. David and Phil share an interest in antique electronics, and belong to a club for it. They'll occasionally get together at the bar to talk about projects, and Shannon tags along to catch a bite and an adult beverage as well.
What's interesting is that Shannon seems to be getting increasingly flirty with Phil. Maybe it's that she's getting comfortable enough around him to be the sexy tease she is with her husband. This amuses David and it's certainly amusing Phil. He and Dave usually chuckle to each other in a "
What
is she
up to?
" way.
Having splashed a little water on his face to refresh, David is dressed in casual "going out" clothes, a polo and his favorite chinos.