Just after I turned eighteen my father decided that we'd spend the holidays touring across country. A friend of his had given him the use a large caravan, so he hitched it up to his car and off we went.
A couple of days later and we were deep in the wild country. Late afternoon was upon us and my father pulled into a parking area for travellers outside of Hicksville, a little known town situated in Hicks County. The parking area provided fresh water and that was it. If you wanted power your caravan had better have a generator, which ours did, fortunately.
We weren't the only one to have pulled into the parking area. There was a microvan sort of vehicle already there, with an annex attached. We didn't park too close to them and when we stopped no-one came out to check us out.
We all got out of the car and my father detached the caravan and locked it in place. He and my mother were going to drive back into Hicksville and look around and buy a few groceries. Maybe a takeaway meal if they seemed to have a decent place to get one. I opted to stay right where I was.
About fifteen minutes after the parents had driven off there was a knock on the caravan door. Not being an idiot I didn't open it. I looked out a window to see who was there.
Ye gods and little fishes. It was Adonis himself standing there. The man was in his early twenties, tall and slender with blonde hair, and I was going to bet that he had blue eyes. What I could see of his face showed that he was quite handsome, although not in a male model way. He was also quite nicely dressed, slacks and a decent shirt rather than tatty jeans and tattier t-shirt.
It was obvious to me that he was way out of my league. I'm pretty enough, with an excellent figure, good skin tone, and very good hair, but still not in his class. I opened the door anyway.
"Hi," I said cheerfully. "Can I help you?"
"Not really," he said, sounding amused. "We noticed your 'van and thought we'd say hullo. I'm Charles. He's Daryl."
He jerked his thumb to the side and when I turned to look I saw what appeared to be his twin brother lounging comfortably against the 'van.
"Ah, I'm Nicola," I said. "Pleased to meet you. Twins, I assume."
"You assume wrongly," said Daryl, demonstrating one significant difference between the two of them. He spoke in a very deep bass where Charles had a light baritone, almost a tenor. "I am a year older than that youngster."
You couldn't prove it by me, I thought, looking from one to the other.
"Like I said," said Charles, "we just dropped by to say hullo. "No, no, we won't come in."
Fortunate, as I had no intention of inviting them in.
"Are you going anywhere in particular or just touring around?" I asked, nodding towards their van.
"At this point just touring around. If we get the urge we may head off towards any events that we hear of but there again, we may not."
I laughed. "Effectively what we're doing, except I don't really get a vote on potential destinations."
"Yes, well we older folk can't really let you younger ones just run around any old where," said old man Daryl, casting a disdainful look at young Charles.
"And whose navigation was it that left us five miles up a dead end road?"
"Googles," retorted Daryl, and I had to laugh.
"Isn't that small van rather crowded for two people your size?" I asked.
"Not really. It's well laid out inside, as you can see the roof pops up, and the annex gives us an outside room. It's quite comfortable. Mind you, we tend to stick to temperate zones. The van's not really suited to very hot or very cold weather. Can you imagine sleeping in the annex when it's freezing cold? You'd wake up as an ice-block."
By this time I'd descended from the caravan and was just standing on the ground, chatting to them. After a few minutes Charles stretched.
"Yeah, well I'm getting hungry so I think we'll wander back to our van and prepare a meal. See you around, maybe."
He nodded and turned to head over to the van and Daryl nodded and turned to join him. Before he actually walked away he turned back to me.
"Want to take a quick look inside the van? It'll show you how much can be packed in a small area without the need for a huge caravan."
"Why not?" I said, trailing along behind them.
The annex had collapsible table and chairs set up, with a couple of sleeping bags rolled up to one side. The van itself was fitted out with a small kitchen, a small toilet, and washing facilities. There was what appeared to be a couch at the far end.
"The couch converts into a double bed if we have to sleep inside," Charles explained, "but we prefer to sleep in the annex. It has decent flywire screens to keep the insect population at bay."
Daryl gave me a helping hand down from the van and then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I just froze from shock for a moment, but then I thought what the hell, and kissed him back. He was quite a good kisser and I enjoyed it, even if he shouldn't have done it. He let me go and winked at me and I tried to give a reproving look but I could feel a smile twitching at the corners of my mouth.
Before I could say anything Charles was there, turning me to face him and then he was kissing me. I tried to push him away, slightly irritated, but only slightly, I guess, as I found myself kissing him back as well.
This time when I was released I was able to give Charles a reproving look.
"Really," I said.
"Yes, really," said Daryl and then he was kissing me again.
The difference this time was that instead of his hands being on my back they were cupping my bottom, holding me quite firmly against him, and I could tell he was, ah, aroused. He let me go and, as I might as guessed, Charles started kissing me again, and his hands also clutched my bottom.
"Don't you hold me like that," I snapped as soon as I got a chance to say something and Daryl laughed.
"Is this better?" he asked, his hands in the middle of my back as he pulled me towards him. Probably I should have resisted a bit more but it was just a bit of kissing.
If I'd had a chance to put some thought into it I would probably have recalled that I was dressed comfortably for driving across country, meaning that right then I was wearing yoga pants and a loose top. Daryl's hands didn't stay on my back but slid down and inside my yoga pants, and now his hands were cupping my bare bottom.
