[This story involves lots of nudity, oral, vaginal, ff and ffm. It involves honesty about sex within a family, and more than one family. No incest. Most of the sex is one-on-one and some of the sex is in triads. Just how much of the story is fantasy is up for conjecture. Part of the story is true.]
Sitting at the table after breakfast we sipped coffee and talked. Charlie and Sue talked about heading north into Canada for the middle of summer. Paul and Elaine were going home in the morning to Seattle. Bert said he needed to get to his sister's before her son graduated. Holly and I listened. I knew it was time for us to move too, but we hadn't talked about it.
"Nick, have you thought about where next?" Charlie asked.
"If I was alone it would be one thing, but Holly and I need to talk before anything is decided. We also need to sell her rig. I don't like the idea of driving two rigs down the road if we can avoid it."
Bert looked at me and then at Holly. "How much do you want for it?"
Holly looked at him and said, "About fifty-five. It isn't even a year old and only has nine thousand miles. At fifty-five I'll do just a little better than pay it off."
"Will you take a check?" Bert looked serious. Alice had a strange look on her face as she watched Bert.
"That would depend on who wrote the check."
"Do you have a bank account somewhere that has a local branch here?"
"Yes, but you have an RV."
"I do. If I buy yours I need for you to deliver it. We can get dressed and go into your bank and handle the transaction. Then, when you leave Sandy Shores you can drive to drop the rig off and continue on your adventure with Nick. You'll have fifty-five in the bank and Nick in your arms. What do you say, deal?"
Holly didn't hesitate. "Deal!" She stood up. "Nick has an appointment that will take until almost noon. On our way back from town let's get a pizza for lunch and meet here at the table at noon."
Alice spoke up. "Bring a salad too. That way I won't eat so much pizza I can't fit in my skin anymore." She laughed and pinched the skin at her waist. She got a little pinch, but not much. Breakfast ended and we each went off to take care of our business. I had ten minutes before I needed to be in the women's shower by my rig. I followed Bert.
At the door to his rig I stopped him. "Maybe Alice knows what you're up to but I don't. I'm thrilled that the RV is sold but why are you buying it?"
"Easy. Alice has a brother and he loves the outdoors. He runs a shelter for battered women. He makes ends meet but buying an RV won't ever happen. I made a good living and I can afford the fifty-five as long as it's for a good cause. In this case, two good causes. He did us a great favor a few years ago and this is the perfect way to say, "Thanks." We will be going to his house to deliver it. We really don't have a house anymore."
"Wow! A fifty-five thousand dollar thank you. He must have done something wonderful."
"He stopped two guys from raping our fifteen year-old daughter."
"Yes, I see what you mean. He deserves a great reward."
Alice was heard from inside. "You see why I love Bert? He is my hero!"
"You better get inside. I'd hate for you to miss the reward I think is waiting for you inside."
I walked to the shower on time. The woman was waiting for me. She was tall, almost six foot, and tan all over. Her bush was trimmed and covered her vulva in a dark, thick, brown triangle of hair. The hair on her head was slightly lighter in color and hung in waves to the middle of her back. Her body showed the signs of age that say not all the roads she'd traveled were paved, but none of those signs detracted for her healthy look and her smile was warm. On her chest her breasts hung, gravity had overcome perkiness and aimed her nipples towards the floor. On a nearby bench I saw a soap holder, a shampoo bottle, a can of shaving gel, two razors and a towel.
"Where are your friends?"
"I warned them not to arrive one second before their time. This time is mine."
"Then we should begin." I turned on the water and picked up the bar of soap. When the water was as hot as I wanted, I gently pushed her under the spray. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her.
After a moment of surprise she returned the kiss and even became the aggressor. Her hands found my cock and began to stroke it. I stopped the kiss and the stroking.
"We are here to shave your legs and pussy. When that is done, we will tend to that need too."
My hand lathered her body from top to bottom and then moved down her legs. I moved her out of the spray and used the gel to cover her legs. With long deliberate strokes I shaved her legs and used my hands to assure I didn't miss any hairs. Then I covered her bush in gel and worked it in with my fingers. I was kneeling on the floor and her hands held my head, for balance, I believe. When the gel was worked in well I lifted the razor and slowly shaved her smooth. My fingers manipulated her skin, pushing and stretching it so I could shave her very smooth.
"Put your foot up on the bench," I instructed.
She watched me as she complied. I leaned a little and rinsed the razor in the spray from the shower. I shaved the edges of her slit, using my fingers to assure I got every hair. As I shaved I also stroked my fingers along her crease and occasionally into her vaginal opening. Each time I entered her wet opening she moaned. I turned her to face the bench and softly said, "Bend over and hold onto the bench."
When she did as I asked, I spread her legs and lathered her from the bottom of her pussy to her anus. The razor and my fingers found every hair and banished them for the day. I thought about pushing her quickly to an orgasm and thought better of the idea. I stood up and helped her to stand. I put her hands on the shower head and said, "Hold this."
I got the new razor and lathered her underarms. She squirmed and said it tickled a little. With a little work I positioned myself so my cock was touching her newly smooth slit.
"Concentrate on my cock touching your smooth pussy."
"Can I let him in?"
"Not yet. Just tell me how it feels and what you are thinking."
As she talked I shaved her smooth. Her concentration kept her from being tickled. When I was done I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into her pussy, tongue first. Her knees got weak and I helped her lie back on the bench. I licked all the freshly shaved skin and the tender pink that had been hidden. When I sucked on her clit for a second she tensed and grabbed my head. Her legs went around my head and shoulders and she moaned loudly.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus! That is so good! Don't stop! Suck on my lips!"
Her body went rigid and she held her breath. When she exhaled it came out as a deep guttural sound unlike a sound a woman would ever make in public. She shuddered and shook for a long time. I held her and rested my head just above her pussy as she came back to normal.
When she was back she untangled herself from me and knelt in front of me. Her mouth opened and my cock disappeared in one motion. She did not gag. Her head moved back and forth taking all of me with each stroke. Her suction was strong and I knew from the sensations I was having that I would not last long.
