If you are primarily interested in a slam bam thank you Mam type of sex story this one isn't for you. There is plenty of sex as it unfolds but it is also a true story of a great trip I took in a motor coach across the country with a mother and her eighteen-year-old daughter.
It was going to be a long lonely ride back to California if I couldn't find anyone with whom to share the trip. I had been touring the East Coast visiting friends and family for the past four months in a 36-foot motor home and decided it was about time to head for home. I own an upscale restaurant in Santa Barbara and although I have been in frequent contact with the couple operating it for me, I wanted to get back. I was then in Harrisburg, Pa. but still had to make short jaunt over to Wilkes Barre, Pa. before heading west.
During my time in the Harrisburg area I managed to eat in several good restaurants but happened to concentrate on one simply because it had adequate parking for the motor coach. The food was good and the wait staff competent and pleasant. Over the course of the many times I had eaten there I frequently ended up with the same waitress. Marianne was thirty-eight, divorced and had Sue, an eighteen-year-old daughter from her failed marriage. Sue had also had a brief experience with married life. Her husband beat her and she had first got a restraining order against him and the finally divorced him after a year. Marianne had what appeared to be a nice shape but Sue had a drop-dead sweet ass with breasts to match. Marianne and I had gotten to know each other fairly well over the course of a ton of conversations and she seemed to me to be a very level headed woman. Her ex- husband had simply taken off ten years earlier and left the kid with her and they never saw him again!
A number of times I was eating late and found myself as the last patron of the evening. During those times I invited Marianne to join me for an after dinner coffee just to chat. As her story unfolded it became clear she was having a very difficult time making ends meet with the income she was making as a waitress.
The waitress staff in my place is very stable. We have never lost one to another restaurant but have lost a few due to family moves. When I left the place four months ago one of our old timers was going to turn in her resignation to move to the East Coast with her husband.
I called my place that night to see if she had done so and mentioned I might, just might, have a replacement for her.
For my next meal I made certain to get there late in order to talk with Marianne at the end of her shift. I did and told her of my offer.
"Marianne, as I have told you before, my name is Ed, I am 42 but what you don't know is I own and operate a very nice restaurant in California. I have been very impressed by your ability and professionalism and would like to offer you a job at my place." Her eyebrows went up a mile and she blurted,
"How the heck would I do that. I have enough trouble making my next car payment never mind paying for a move to California?"
"Look, an older couple gave me a helping hand up when I was down and out fifteen years ago and I try to do the same for at least one deserving person every year as sort of a pay back. Here is what I can do. I will transport you and your daughter to California in my motor home and pay for all expenses enroute. When we get there I will let you use a furnished apartment above the office in the building next to the restaurant for 3 months at no rent and let you use the restaurant's car during our off hours during the three months. At the end of the three months you should pretty much be on your way to independence." She was so confused her eyes just rolled around in her head.
Without going through a math exercise of a waitress's earnings, suffice it to say the wait staff in my place earn between $45-50 thousand if they work both lunch and dinner for 5 days. When I mentioned this to Marianne her eyes bugged out. "I would be on easy street if I could earn that much," she stated.
"Look, I know I have sprung this on you without any advance warning and I certainly want you to think it over carefully before accepting it. The last thing I want is to move you out there and get you set up and three months later have you quit to move back here."
"I don't quite know what to say. My daughter should be getting ready for college but her grades weren't good enough for a scholarship and student aid will help but I don't earn enough to even help her a little," she said.
We thrashed this out over the course of the next few hours and covered every base either of us could think of. I told her I was going to make a short trip over to Wilkes Barre and she could think it over while I was away. I gave her my cell phone number if she had any more questions.
She called a couple of times asking if they came with me how much of their stuff could they bring along. I told them the coach had some compartments on the lower level, which could hold all she described. She had been able to get another waitress to give her a few bucks and then take over the payments on her car. Since they were staying in a furnished apartment getting rid of furniture wasn't going to be a problem. It sounded as if she was going to take me up on it.
I got back to Harrisburg on a Friday afternoon and the coach was loaded with their belongings by late Saturday. We all stayed in the coach that night and took off early Sunday morning. The sleeping arrangements were easy. I had the main bedroom in the rear room. The sofa bed area in the living room area pops out the side of the coach so when the bed is pulled out, it doesn't intrude into the main living compartment. The ladies slept there. It is a 5-minute job to get it all back in shape in the morning. The shower/toilet is midway between the back room and the main living room area and worked reasonably well. With women washing their hair every day I had the feeling I should have had extra fresh water tanks installed if I knew I was going to make a long trip with two women.
I had stocked up the freezer in the coach with a ton of food as well as a cabinet full of dry goods. The liquor cabinet was well stocked and I had put on a couple of cases of different kinds of soft drinks. We were set.
Our route was going to take us through the north central part of the country past Cleveland, near Chicago, Wisconsin, S. Dakota, Wyoming and then through a few of the Parks in that part of our great country. I would be parking the coach in either Tourist Campground types of places or in some of the parks permitting overnight parking.
"Ladies, as I told you before I am not in a big hurry to get there so we are going to take a little bit of a roundabout route. It will be great if you haven't seen much of the country. It is fairly easy to drive across the country in six or seven days but we are going to relax and stretch it to a couple of weeks. Any objections?"
They reacted as if they were embarking on a school holiday. "Go coach," shouted Sue.
The idea of being able to eat and use a toilet without ever stopping thrilled them. The coach only gets about eight miles to the gallon but I had them install an extra fuel tank when I bought it so it now held about 100 gallons. We were good to go across any of the states we would be passing through without having to stop for fuel.
Sue had brought a ton of CD's with her and Marianne and I had to listen to a bunch of them before insisting she put on her earphones and give our ears a break.
Marianne sort of commandeered the co-pilot's seat in the coach and Sue soon laid claim to the easy chair facing the TV in the overhead above the drivers and co-pilots seat.
