Converting the small bus into a camper had taken some time but time is something that I, as a retired widower, had plenty of. Now that the bus was up and ready to roll I had only to pick up my passenger to start my long awaited tour of Australia.
Heather had been my neighbour for over ten years she had divorced her husband Alan five year ago. Despite being an intelligent attractive woman in her mid thirties she was painfully shy. It had taken me ages to break down that barrier. I cannot deny that I was sexually attracted to Heather but I knew in my heart of hearts that our age difference would always form a barrier between us. Hence our relationship was confined to conversations we could talk for ages on almost any subject including our aspirations. So that when I mentioned my long-time dream of travelling around Australia in a camper-bus, she immediately squealed, 'Oh please please Ted, can I come with you?'
For a moment I was stunned because I'd always envisioned my trip being a solo effort, but the only obstacle that I could raise was, 'What about your work?'
'I do all of my work from home on a computer, I can just as easily do it in the bus. Oh please Ted I've never done anything like this. I promise you that I won't get in your way.'
Getting in my way would be unavoidable within the confines of a Toyota Coaster bus but I couldn't think of a nicer obstruction than Heather. Her jet black hair framed blue eyes set in a square face that lit up when she smiled. At medium height, she had the figure of a gymnast which she had kept in shape by a regimen of Tai Chi. Being in a confined space with Heather would be more of a pleasure than a problem so that when I agreed to her request Heather gave a loud whoop leapt into my arms and gave me a huge hug. Even at my age holding onto a squirming young woman was starting to have an effect on me, so that I had to break it off before I embarrassed both of us.
Now I was sitting outside her home blowing the horn and waiting for her. We had loaded her gear the day before. As we would be following the sun our clothing requirement were minimal. Minimal described Heather's attire when she came walking down her drive to join me. She usually wore jeans so for the first time I was forced to notice what excellent legs she had, slender calves and well rounded thighs that fitted snugly into her, oh so brief, cut-off shorts. Her lightweight top was equally tiny displaying a nice tight set of abs; and was I imagining things or was Heather not wearing a bra? The only tiny criticism that crossed my mind was that she had very pale skin; a few weeks of sunshine would fix that up.
She boarded the bus then came forward to join me, as I rose to greet her she threw her arms around me in an affectionate hug, I was right she was not wearing a bra. The breasts that pressed against me were very firm I could feel her nipples.
She kissed my cheek then plumped down into the co-pilots seat saying, 'Ok Ted. Let's rock and roll.'
I had divided the bus into two areas; the rear was my bedroom with a double bed. The toilet, shower and a wardrobe shared this space. The front half contained the tiny kitchen to one side and a dining nook which could be converted to a double bed on the other. This was basically Heather's space the dining area served as her desk then became her bed at night. A light curtain divided the two areas.
I had set no time limit to my journey so that there was no need to hurry. Each day we would have a leisurely breakfast then clean up before travelling on. Most days we drove for 2-3 hours frequently stopping at places of interest so that by early afternoon we would find somewhere to park up. Heather would then commence her work whilst I went exploring or lay on my bed reading. For the most part we parked in the bush which gave Heather the quiet that she needed to work.
We would end each day sitting on camp chairs sipping wine as Kookaburras laughed till the incredible Australian night sky, dominated by the Southern Cross, filled our senses.
I would help her convert the dining area into a bed then have my shower before going to bed. Heather would come into my half of the bus for her shower and emerge with a towel wrapped around her. She would lean over; kiss me on the cheek say. 'Goodnight Ted.' step through the curtain and go to bed. This involved removing the towel to put on her short nightie. As the journey progressed she seemed to take less care with the curtain, leaving it gaping apart as she changed. I tried to not look but there were nights when I glanced up from my book to the sight of a beautiful woman in various stages of undress. This would have the inevitable effect leaving my cock rock hard. I began to wonder if she was doing it deliberately. But then guessed that there may have been times when Heather would have seen me changing. It was difficult to not do so within the confines of the bus.
As we travelled north through Western Australia the weather became increasingly warmer. By the time we had passed through Perth, the only metropolitan sized city in this vast area, the days were decidedly hot. Parking in the bush became impractical so we hugged the coastline and spent the nights parked on beaches. We travelled less distance each day and parked up in the morning before the real heat of the day set in. I would usually leave the bus as soon as we had set up camp, and wander off to do some fishing or swimming. It was not difficult to find a completely deserted beach on this vast coast line. Heather remained in the bus doing her work while the purring generator kept the air conditioner going.
When she'd had enough of working, she would join me on the beach and we would swim together. Sometimes she wore a one piece swimsuit which hugged her figure and emphasised her full breasts. At other times she simply wore her cut-offs and a tee shirt. Her skin by now had turned to a delightful honey brown.
It had been a particularly hot day and I had cranked up the air-con to keep Heather cool. When she came to join me on the beach she wore her shorts and a loose tee shirt. I was swimming she ran into the surf and swam out to join me. She became hampered by the wet shirt which clung to her as she stood up beside me. More than this the shirt had become almost transparent. Heather looked down at herself laughed and said. 'It's a waste of time wearing this.' She casually pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it into the surf.
Heather's breasts were not good. They were the best! Although not large they were full and very firm with small delicate nipples surrounded by delightful pink aureoles. I have never seen breasts as firm as Heather's, even as she bounced about in the surf beside me they never as much as rippled. I was standing there gaping like a fish when she came to me and laughed as she placed a finger under my chin and closed my mouth. I smiled then said, 'Your breasts are beautiful. More than that, they're perfect.'
