Heading south on Interstate 5, it was a pleasant cruise, the traffic picked up a bit after I crossed the Washington state line into Portland, but once I left the suburbs and exurbs behind us, it was a lot less crowded, and we made good time.
When I stopped for lunch, I checked out what was ahead. Around Klamath Falls there was a KOA location, should be just right. It was about 4 hours ahead.
When I got there, I paid the fee and wheeled into a nice spacious lot, surrounded by evergreens. Parking, and climbing out of the van, I stretched, then set up attaching the water, sewer, and electrical hookups.
"Well, hello there."
I jumped, not expecting to have someone suddenly behind me, and spun around. I looked and then stared. A very attractive lady, with a nice smile, and lively brown eyes, was facing me. She was a well-built five-foot eight-inch brunette, with shoulder-length curls, large, full breasts, my eyes went lower, she was voluptuous, not fat but with a solid, well-formed body, a waistline that nipped in, and full, flaring hips, she had a classic hourglass figure. I realized that my eyes were locked on exactly where her pussy would be before I yanked my eyes back up. If she had noticed me staring, she didn't seem to mind, her eyes twinkled, and she had a small smile on her lips. I noticed her eyes dart to my crotch before she pulled her eyes back up to mine.
"We noticed you pull in, and we'd like to invite your over for dinner. I'm Janice Raymond, come meet my husband Paul, and our daughter Paula."
Following Janice, I noticed that wonderful heart-shaped ass, snugged in the seat of her shorts, her rump had graceful curves, perky and smooth, an assman's delight. Their motorhome was just behind the strand of trees that separated our sites. Paul was about 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, brawny, and fit. Paula was built along the same lines as her Mom. She was about an inch shorter than her Mom, she had big, luscious jugs just like her Mom, a slim waist, and wide hips, her ass cheeks were firm and smooth. Her brunette hair was the same color as her Mom's, she wore her hair long and thick, tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes went over my body, giving me the once over, then she looked closer at my crotch, and I saw her lick her lips.
Paul was starting a barbeque, and another T Bone steak was brought out, and 4 steaks were quickly sizzling on the grill. I went back to my van for a minute and returned with a bottle of Pinot Noir. Paula was 19, as I found out, but her Mom and Dad were cool with her having a glass of wine.
With baked potatoes, corn on the cob, toasted garlic bread, and rich, juicy T Bone steaks, it was a feast. There was a fire-pit, and Paul got a fire going as dusk descended. We sat around in the glow of the fire, and we talked about where we were from. I learned that they lived just outside of Scranton, Pennsylvania. Paul was 43, and was a bank manager, while Janice was 40, and taught 9th-grade math. Paula was 19 and was working as a receptionist for an insurance agency.
