Archive name: Kelly Farmer Road Trip .HTM (M/F,
Cheating)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: Kelly Farmer Road Trip
A Military Wife Story
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“I don’t need
women like you on my base.” The base commander growled at a contrite looking
Kelly Farmer. “A soldier needs to know that whilst he’s serving his country his
wife is home behaving herself. Women
who carry on like you do are bad for
morale, everyone’s morale. The other wives wonder if you’re after their
husband, the husbands wonder if they have a chance, either way it disturbs
people, that’s why I want you off this base. If I had any choice in the matter
I’d ship you off to
“You’ll find
directions, authorisation, they know you’re coming … I’m giving you seven days
to organise yourself, at the end of which you’ll be off this base one way or
another … good bye Mrs. Farmer.” It was a dismissal; the base commander had
given Kelly what he considered to be her marching orders.
“You can’t
order me anywhere!” Kelly replied in a soft but cold voice. She was seething,
how dare he condemn her? He had no say about her private life, that was her own business or did she
mean affair?
“I can order
you off this base, I have the authority … you can complain to the Inspector
General, but that’ll take months and I’ll be retired before they make their
decision, meanwhile you could put up with the stares, the bitching … do you
know just how unpopular you are amongst the men’s wives? It’s your choice,
you’re off this base in seven days, either go to Larksville or find yourself
somewhere that’ll accept a tramp like you.”
“Tramp! … If
your fucking army really cared about families it wouldn’t have spilt us up in
the first place.” Kelly hissed, she was shaking with anger and if she’d have
been a man then she’d have decked the arrogant little fart.
“Don’t blame
the army for your whoring.” He snapped back. “This interview is over; now if
you’re not off this base in seven days, I’ll have you forcibly removed …
understand … you’ll be thrown out … there are a lot of people who’d pay to see
that happen. It’s your choice Mrs. Farmer”
Kelly said
nothing, she bit on her tongue and then swept the envelope up, stood up, turned
around and strutted out of his office, she even gave an extra wiggle of her
ass, just to annoy him. It was sanctimonious old farts like him who tried to
ignore what their soldiers were doing when away from their families. She knew
that her husband Lance had a partner
and that he hadn’t been driven into her arms by anything Kelly had done. Men,
it seemed, were the same the world over, they couldn’t keep their hands off
pussy, any pussy.
As she passed
the desk jockey she paused and smiled before saying. “You know soldier, your
boss is just full of gas.”
The young
private looked as if he might say something in reply, but finally settled for a
brief shrug. He was like the rest, afraid of the army and what it might do to
him.
Kelly sat in
her kitchen, the contents of the envelope spread out before her. It wasn’t very
informative, a little information about the camp, which made it sound like a couple
of dozen buildings in the middle of nowhere. The camp had been a world war two
creation, more of a watch station against potential Japanese invasion than
anything else. At least that meant it was near the ocean, something that Kelly
had never seen. Just that fact made up her mind. She had been considering going
home to her family, that would have meant listening to her mother crowing over
the failure of her marriage and Kelly was way too stubborn to accept that.
There had been the option of moving into town but where did that take her? No
where, so reluctant though she was Kelly decided that staying on the periphery
of the military was her current best bet.
She started to
plan the journey. Kelly had never driven further than twenty miles, so the journey
to Larksville was by way of an expedition. Larksville,
she felt the name was absurd, was she reckoned the better part of eight hundred
miles away. She worked out that at fifty miles an hour and driving for four
hours, resting for two and then driving for another, say, three hours, it would
take her three days to drive there. She would have to find somewhere to sleep,
and that might affect her calculations, but if she kept to the highways there
would be enough motels to choose from.
Strangely as
she planned Kelly found that she wasn’t bothered any more about her almost
exile. She’d had enough of the camp and she carried to much local baggage to
really want to start again. If the camp had rejected Kelly then she had
rejected the camp. It would be just a place to sleep for a few more days; and
the seven day deadline had finally galvanised her into action. The quicker she
moved then the sooner she could start over.
She telegraphed
ahead, saying she’d be arriving in five days; that gave her time to pack, have
the car checked out and maybe see if Shane was still in the neighbourhood.
There was unfinished business, at the least she wanted to know why he’d stopped
seeing her without any semblance of an explanation.
She went about
things as systematically as she could manage; there was so little furniture
that was theirs (hers now, she was really unsure about Lance and herself) that
she decided to bequeath the furniture to who ever occupied the place next, all
but her radio, that was her link to the world and she’d keep that.
Next was the
car, the motor pool checked it out, changing the oil and topping up the water,
checking the tires, fan belt. Kelly reckoned she could have done most of that
herself. Lance had shown her how to change a flat tire and she always carried
an eight inch wrench in the glove compartment. Lance had held to the opinion
that she always be prepared to fend for herself.
“A woman as
pretty as you will always attract attention.” He’s said more than once. It was
true, the sergeant in charge of the motor pool made a pass at her, but beyond
ensuring they did the work, all Kelly did was flirt and tease. People had her
wrong, she didn’t fuck with any one,
she wasn’t easy, she choose her partner that was why including her husband she had
only had sex with three men, Lance, Shane and Ellis. It was that knowledge that
made her angry, she was no camp tramp, and three men in almost twenty one years
was nothing, nothing!
It had however
been six weeks since Ellis had been transferred and that had meant six weeks
without male company, which was long
enough with only her fingers for company. Kelly still didn’t know if her
feelings were normal, her mother had never talked about sex and as the oldest
daughter there hadn’t even been an elder sister to talk to. So she didn’t know
if her appetite for sex was normal or
not. She decided that it was and that all women needed sex on a regular basis.
All that
thinking could only have one effect, leaving her preparation to look after
itself Kelly retired to the bedroom. She stepped out of her loose dress and her
underwear, pausing to admire herself in the mirror (she had to have a mirror in
her new home), before sliding onto her bed.
She began to
touch herself, imaging that she was with her lover. She started to feel his
kisses, against her mouth, her cheeks, that spot behind her ear, he kissed her
eyelids. She moaned softly, feeling her nipples begin to rise and her pussy
start to melt, that soft warmth she so enjoyed.
She started to
touch her breasts, imaging that it was his tongue and lips that so gently
teased her, she arched her back towards her imaginary lover, thrusting her
breasts into his face, there, touch them, kiss them, squeeze them, make me cry
out she thought and so a tiny cry did escape her lips.
Down, she
pushed his imaginary head downwards until it nestled between her open thighs,
and she could feel his hot breath against her opening. She felt his tongue,
first against her sex, darting and teasing, and then against her clitoris, just
gently. It was almost enough; she
began to feel that urgency which summoned her orgasm, the tongue went deeper,
until it was almost like a tiny cock darting inside her.
The pressure
grew until she couldn’t deny, she started to climax, her body taking that
rhythm of its own. She felt the heat spread through her body, the pleasure, the
exquisite pain, the realisation of pleasure and then she lay still, allowing
the last ripples of the orgasm to spread through her body, to move to soon
would spoil the pleasure of the after glow.
She lifted her
fingers to her face, the scent of her body filled her nostrils, and tentatively
her tongue touched her finger tip.
“So that’s what
you taste like.” She laughed and laid back, a hand above her head, the other on
her naked tummy. She was content now, the sun pushed through the closed
curtains and bathed the room in a gentle warmth and Kelly just dozing, drifting
in and out of sleep.
Finally she did
move, rolling onto her side she came face to face with the wedding photograph
of her and Lance, they were both smiling, Kelly in her white wedding dress and
Lance in his dress uniform, he looked magnificent and briefly Kelly remembered
that once it would have been Lance who’d have brought her to orgasm and then
lain cuddling her afterwards.
“Why?” She
whispered. “Wasn’t I worth it anymore?” She asked bitterly and briefly she
contemplated leaving the photograph, but Lance was still her husband and she
still clung to the hope that one day he’d return to her.
She climbed off
the bed and stepped back into her clothing, there was enough work to distract
her from thinking about Lance and her marriage.
So on that last
day and without any announcement Kelly drove quietly from the base and rented
in a room in the Ranch motel. She had one last act; to see Shane and have what
she hoped would be a final goodbye.
At the motel
she pampered herself, the long shower, liberal doses of perfume, the epilating
of her legs and pubic hair, Kelly loved the feel of her legs after shaving, the
languid dressing, nylons on bare flesh was an almost sexual pleasure, French
knickers made from imitation silk and still sensual against her almost bare
cunt, the long, flowing skirt that seemed to wrap itself around her legs and
buttocks, a simple white top (to contract with the richness of her auburn hair
that she was now growing onto her shoulders) and finally a pastel coloured
cardigan.
She felt like a woman.
She paraded in
front of the wardrobe mirror, twisting one way and then the other, enjoying how
her skirt swirled about her legs; she even arched her back thrusting out her
breasts.
“Well if I were
a man I’d want you.” She laughed and headed for the Vixen where she guessed she
would find Shane.
A bare six
months ago Kelly would never have had the courage and self confidence to even
walk down the towns main street in the early evening, much less enter one of
its seedier bars. Now she did, now she had the self belief to handle the
stares, the innuendoes, simply the looks from people who considered that no
woman should be seen unaccompanied in a bar.
If she had been
branded a tramp then that allowed her to act like one.
The months had changed Kelly; the almost shy
child\woman was no more; to be replaced by the confident and good looking woman
who now entered the Vixen.
Shane was a
pool player and sure enough she found him in the small room at the back of the
bar, he was ensconced there with a half dozen cronies of either sex.
Kelly took in
the others in one sweeping glance, three men all Shane’s age or older, two
women, both younger. Absently she wondered whether either was Shane’s
girlfriend, which was a wrinkle that she hadn’t considered.
Shane saw her
immediately and came toward her; he looked both pleased and nervous.
“Long time no see.”
He said.
“Likewise … can
we talk?” She said without preamble. She meant in private, but she knew that
Shane was no rocket scientist. “You can buy me a beer, in the bar.”
“Right …” He
glanced towards the thin blonde girl in the corner; they made brief eye
contact, which settled the question as far as Kelly was concerned.
“Well, are you
coming or not?” Kelly asked. She felt annoyed but wasn’t sure if with Shane or
herself.
“Sure … sure …
just let me … I’ll follow you.”
Kelly smiled
through thin lips, hadn’t Shane realised yet that she had run their affair, at least after their first time together,
she had set the time and the place. She was doing that again and was confident
that if she decided to take their meeting further then Shane would comply.
As she waited
for Shane to join her, the simple thought leapt unbidden into her head I understand how to manipulate men, what
makes men tick. She was still smiling when a nervous looking Shane
appeared. She let him buy the beer before she let him sit down.
“So … how have
you been?” He asked nervously.
“Wondering what
happened to you.”
“Haaa! I was
barred from the base, that Captain … can’t remember his name … told the gate to
bar me.” He sounded apologetic but hardly ashen.
Ellis you bastard! Just how much had he engineered? Maybe she wasn’t
as bright as she’d imagined.
“Did he bar the
telephone and the mail man?” She asked over her beer. Kelly wasn’t exactly
angry, but she knew that Shane could
have seen her if he’d really wanted to.
“No … I ….”
“Found someone
else … I’m not a fool, don’t treat me as one. Is it the blonde, the skinny
one?” She made skinny sound like an illness.
“She has a
name! Carrie Armitage.” Shane almost snapped back.
“Married?” Kelly
couldn’t resist asking the question. She knew that Shane was attracted to other men’s wives; still
Carrie hardly seemed old enough to be married.
Shane smiled.
“She will be; we’re getting hitched next month.”
It was like
being slapped without the blow. Kelly felt that her brains had been scrambled.
“So, this is sudden, known her long?” She managed to say.
The smile never
left his face. “About eight months, her pa owns the general store; I’ll be
starting to work there next week.”
Kelly’s plans
for the evening disintegrated in front of her. She felt a total fool, not just
for turning up dressed to the nines, but for imagining that she had been
Shane’s only affair. She had thought that she had been using him when the truth
was that they had been using each other.
“Congratulations.”
She managed to say. “Does she know about us?”
Shane snorted
in derision. “No and she wouldn’t believe it. Carrie thinks the sun shines out
of my arse … now why are you here?”
“Just to say
goodbye, I’m leaving the camp and the area, by next week I’ll be in
California.” She rallied and managed to say.
“Well, goodbye
Mrs. Farmer, it was nice to know you.” It was the second time in a week that
she’d be dismissed.
Kelly left the motel early the next day. She was now angry and
ashamed, as twice within a matter of days she’d been dismissed as casually as
you’d swat a fly. Now she was driving fast, putting the town, the camp and all
their memories as far behind her as possible.
Larkville’s
might be a hole but it was her chance for a fresh start and this time she’d
learn, this time things would be on her terms … her terms.
The first day
she drove as planned, the convertible’s powerful engine ate into the miles.
Kelly had on the radio, had it on loud and she sang along to each and every
tune. She was starting to feel good.
She stopped
overnight in a small town that was as nameless and featureless as the motel,
the next morning she couldn’t wait to be on her way.
Another day of driving
along sweeping roads, the radio was playing the same tunes and Kelly stopped
singing along. She was starting to feel bored and she was at best half ways to
her destination.
That evening
she pulled into the Crossroad’s Motel, the name puzzled her as there was no
junction within sight, just mile after mile undistinguished road. It was just a
name. She parked the convertible and booked herself a room for the night.
Kelly was tired
and dirty and before she’d even unpacked her overnight bag was stepping into
the shower and just luxuriating under the warm water. She just let the shower
soak her hair and drive the road dirt from her body, finally she took a proper
shower, washed her hair using a shampoo which smelt of apples. After that she
just hung around her chalet, absently listening to the radio. This was the
worse part of the journey, at least the driving took her nearer to her
destination, just hanging around the motel was just a waste, but she was too
tired to drive on.
She found
herself on the bed and for a while pondered her finger but then decided that
she needed a sleep before finding out whether the motel bar offered the
promised meal as well as a beer.
Dressing for
the bar was a problem. She wanted a change from the denim and cotton of her jeans
and t shirts she’d been wearing for driving, which meant a dress, but that
could suggest other things and Kelly wasn’t sure if she wanted any company,
even for conversation.
In the end she
decided to wear the outfit she’d worn two nights ago when seeing Shane, she’d
hardly worn it for more than an hour and the top just needed a moment under an
iron to freshen it. So there she was once again wearing the long, flowing skirt
that seemed to wrap itself around her legs and buttocks, the simple white top and
finally the pastel coloured cardigan. On reflection she dropped the cardigan;
it was a warm night, finally she sprayed herself with scented water as she was
just a little obsessed with the thought that she still smelt stale from the
road.
The bar doubled
as a restaurant, at certain times you might be served breakfast or dinner, on
other time a beer and finally a few hours when the bar served both.
The place was
almost deserted and Kelly deliberately ignored the other customers to order a
club sandwich and a beer, and then retreated into a corner armed with her beer
and to wait for her meal.
“Can I join
you?” or something similar had been politely asked on three occasions and on
three occasions she’d politely refused. Kelly was about to leave when he entered, slowly Kelly sat down, something she couldn’t describe had just
walked into the bar.
She couldn’t
resist draining her beer and heading towards the bar for another, this time
she’d be more lady like and ask for a glass. Of course she decided to hit the
bar only a yard from him. Kelly
didn’t have a plan, any plan beyond a curious desire to be near him.
“Would you let
me buy you that?” His voice was soft
and not quite American, least ways not any American accent that Kelly had ever
heard.
“That would be
nice.” Kelly simpered.
“The name is
Duncan McCloud, but everyone calls me Dunc.”
He extended his hand towards her. “Nice to meet you …?”
“Sorry
… Kelly, Kelly Farmer, nice to meet you.”
They shook hands,
he had a weak grip but Kelly ignored that. She just savoured the tingling
sensation which passed between them simply by just touching.
They shared a
round, though Kelly noticed that Dunc only finished off the beer he already
had, just chattering about the road, the distance they had travelled, and their
destinations.
He was
impressed by her journey, how far she’d already travelled and how far she had
still to go. “And when you get to this camp … Larksville?”
“Larksville!”
Kelly agreed.
“When you get
there … you’ll meet up with your husband?” Dunc glanced towards her wedding
ring.
“Yeah, Lance
moved with his unit.” Kelly lied and was surprised as to how easy it was.
“So, how long
have you been apart.” Dunc probed.
Kelly wasn’t
fooled for a minute, she knew where Dunc was coming from and she wasn’t
bothered, beyond the lie about Lance waiting for her, she’d already decided to
play his game and see where it went.
“Too
long!” She laughed.
“Another
drink?” Dunc asked holding up her empty glass.
“Sure,
but not beer, something lighter.”
She was being
picked up. Kelly knew that and wasn’t that
bothered. It had been a long time since a complete stranger had hit on her, and
for a moment she believed that it had never happened before … before Shane. He’d
picked her up and that was now a sour memory.
At her
suggestion they retreated to her table, it was quieter and more discrete. If
she was to play footsie, then she wanted some privacy. They just talked, his
conversation was suggestive but he kept coming back to how lonely she must be.
He was in danger of ruining what ever chance he had.
“Right, putting
aside I haven’t seen my husband in several months, what about you? No
girlfriend or wife waiting for you?”
“No and no, as
the saying goes, I’m foot loose and fancy free.”
“Where are you
from?” Kelly asked coming back to his accent, there was a hint of American but that was just a veneer over a more established
pronunciation.
“Most recently
“
“A
hundred miles or so.”
To Kelly a
hundred miles was neither here nor there, and as part as her journey it was a
couple of hours, nothing, so to her
Neither had she
ever met somebody from outside the
“So, where in
this huge country are you from.” Dunc asked.
“Just a little
place near Madison Wisconsin.” Kelly replied and knew from the look on his face
that it meant nothing to him. “It’s kinda near
He grinned.
“Just about;
Kelly grimaced;
she could still remember the tales her parents had said about prohibition, the
gangsters and the killings. Almost every kid in
Still it
allowed them to talk about something other than her loneliness and therefore
her implied need for sex.
Gradually Kelly
discovered that
It sounded very
romantic and Kelly started to wonder what it would be like, just to travel and
stop where and when you fancied, it made her cross country journey seen tiny by
comparison.
“How long will
you be away?” She asked.
“Hard to say, another
two years, maybe three, all depends on what happens. I might find somewhere
that I can’t leave … or somebody?”
It was
bullshit, Kelly knew that, but it still flattered her. She looked again at her partner. He was probably a little over
six feet, sandy hair and in the half light of the bar she thought that he had
green or grey green eyes, he wasn’t exactly good looking as his nose seemed to
big for his face, but he had a presence and an easy smile. Dunc was one of
those people you could easily like and find out later what flaws there were in
his character.
“So …. (Kelly
had noticed how often he began his sentence with that particular word) when are
you expected at this Larksville place?”
“Sometime, I
telegraphed Lance to say that I was on my way, I guessed that it would take
four days, reckon on five now, maybe even six, I’m finding doing all that
driving is really tiring..” Kelly was being truthful; the one thing that she
hadn’t calculated into the journey was her doing all of the driving. It was hard
enough that after only two days she was considering just staying at the motel
for another night. After all there was no one waiting for her.
The restaurant
had long closed and now only the bar was open. The number of customers had
dwindled but the bar seemed prepared to stay open so long as there was somebody
who wanted serving.
They had been
at the table for a good hour, talking, drinking but always with the table
between them, now when Dunc returned with fresh drinks he sat round the table
next to her, their knee’s just touched and Kelly just shifted her position. She
didn’t move away, just rearranged
herself.
She was expecting what happened next; still she
jumped when his hand touched her knee. The pressure was light, so light that
Kelly could almost convince herself that it hadn’t really happened, but a
glance towards him and she saw his smile and that told her that it was no accident.
The pressure on
her knee grew until she could feel
each of his fingers pressing against her. The hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, that swirling wrap around skirt
and touched the nylon of her stockings, she had felt over dressed earlier in
the evening but now was glad that she’d made the effort. The sensation of his
hand slowly moving up her leg took
Kelly’s breath away.
He’d reached
the place where her stockings gave way to flesh before a breathless Kelly
grabbed his wrist.
“That is far
enough.” She managed to say.
“Ahhhhh!” Dunc grunted. “Not fair, that’s just
not fair!”
“Why?” Kelly
laughed gently; of course she knew the answer, she was moist with anticipation
so Dunc had to be hard, hopefully very hard. “What did you think you could do …
here.” With her free hand she
gestured around the now deserted bar. “It’s rather obvious, don’t you think.”
With that Kelly pushed away his hand.
“Come back to
my room then.” Dunc pushed his arm around Kelly’s waist and she even arched her
back to allow his arm passage. As the arm folded around her Kelly allowed
herself to lean against him. She began to savour the feel of his strong male body against hers. It had been so
long, so long. “What’s the difference between this and what I was doing?” He
whispered into her ear.
“This is normal
… a couple in bar … getting your hand up a woman’s skirt isn’t normal … at
least not in public.” At that she giggled and then slid her hand across his
groin. “This is a woman’s
prerogative!” She giggled again as she felt his erection through his slacks.
“Unfair!” He
groaned as she rubbed him. “Let’s get out of here before I burst!”
“That would ruin your pants and spoil the
evening.” She laughed again, this time the sound was loud and laden with
emotion. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air.”
The night air
was colder than she’d expected and Kelly shivered, finally regretting she
hadn’t worn the cardigan. The temperature drop brought goose bumps onto her
arms, something that even
“Your hair
smells nice.” He whispered.
“Thanks, I used
an apple scented shampoo.” She pushed her head backwards, until
“You’re a
tease.” He complained.
“No one’s ever
called me that and lived.” She growled. She turned about, until she was facing
him. “I just happen to believe there’s a way of doing this properly … like
kissing each other … that’s a nice
was to start.” She lifted her face towards his and was rewarded by the lightest
of kisses. “That’s better …” She laughed, her voice seeming to disappear into
the night sky.
“Again?” He whispered, folding her into his
arms.
“Again
and again.” Kelly
replied.
They just
stood, entwined and kissed, like she’d kissed before she’d met Lance, snogging
it had been called, what well brought up girls did and all that they did. Kelly
had been a well brought up girl, only losing her virginity on her wedding
night. It wasn’t that she was naïve and Lance had understood, he’d even wanted
her to be a virgin, but on that night, the first time, the very first time,
she’d had an orgasm.
She’d expected
Lance to have been eager, almost desperate to claim her virginity but he hadn’t
been. He had undressed her slowly and when she was naked just kissed and
stroked her body until it was a once nervous Kelly who was begging him to
penetrate her.
When Lance had
finally entered her the sudden pain had been almost overtaken by her orgasm, it
had, of course, been her first real
orgasm and the years of petting immediately faded into her memory. Of course
Kelly had never realised that a penetrative orgasm could be as hard and strong
as those that Lance had coaxed from her body seemingly at will.
It was the
sensations that her orgasm created that had driven Kelly in her need for sex
and at first the sex had been enough, for with Lance and then Shane the
physical side of her relationship had been the
force. It was with Ellis that the pendulum had begun to swing, for with Ellis
the sex had almost been balanced by simply being in his company.
Now with
Duncan, Kelly was finding that she could just stand in the shadows of the
night, kissing, whispering and teasing, being held, feeling his body against
her’s and sure in the knowledge that later, later they would have sex and such
was Kelly’s confidence she expected an orgasm.
“DO you know
how beautiful you are?”
“Yes … but you
can tell me again.” Kelly laughed. She had a hand inside his shirt, stroking the
thin mat of his chest hair, feeling his muscles tense as she touched him.
The reply made
“You haven’t
seen me in the morning!!!” Kelly laughed as the excitement started to take over.
“Now that is
something I’d really like to do.”
“Well call
round tomorrow, say about nine.” Kelly laughed again and pushed him lightly
away. She took a step back and then spun on her heals, taking another three
steps before stopping and looking back towards a suddenly crestfallen
Kelly’s chalet
was on the edge of the motel, with her silver and grey convertible parked
outside.
She let them
in, switching in the small, shadeless light that gave the room a harsh
perspective.
“Wait a
minute.” Kelly said and then switched on the smaller bed head light. “Switch
that one off.” She asked
I’ve been
pickup. The thought came once more into her head, unbidden and almost unwanted.
I met this guy three hours ago and now I’m going to bed with him. He’s a
stranger to me and yet I’m letting him touch my most private parts. As she
thought so Kelly stood up and unclipping the skirt stepped out of it.
What she did
was pull the top up over her head, shaking her hair back into place. She stood
before him, wearing only her white panties and hold up stockings. She wasn’t
wearing a bra and her fully breasts with their tiny nipples bounced into view.
She climbed
slowly onto the bed, waving her backside in his direction, a nervous hand
touched her buttocks and she shivered and stopped moving, allowing the hand to
first stroke her buttocks and then with increasing confidence to touch and
caress her.
She allowed his
hand to slide between her legs and just to press against the crotch of her
panties long enough for him to realise just how wet she already was.
Gradually Kelly
settled onto the bed, rolling onto her back and raising one knee to hide her
sex from his view. “Why don’t you join me?” She said in a husky voice.
“Undressed?”
“Underwear only
… unless you’re embarrassed that is?” She teased opening and closing her legs.
She watched him
strip, the denim jeans, cotton shirt and socks, he had on a pair of regulation
white shorts and for a moment she was reminded of Lance and how he’d looked in
his shorts. The army kept men fit and both Lance and Ellis had been in
condition, as was Shane but that was through his job,
Still he looked
good, even if he didn’t have the hard sheen coming from the military or just
plain manual work and Kelly welcomed him into her arms as he climbed onto the
bed besides her. The touch of skin to skin was electric, hot, and sensual and
drove her thoughts onto only one thing, the need to couple.
Kelly lay back
and traded kisses as
When his mouth
replaced his fingers around her nipples Kelly simply growled and held his head
in place, refusing to left him leave until she
was satisfied and needed his hands and mouth lower, lower.
A hand pressed
downwards, across her stomach and beneath the thin barrier of her panties.
Automatically Kelly’s legs parted, she sensed his fingers travelling through
the sparse scrub of her pubic hair, touching her opening sex lips, touching her
and making her flood with expectation.
This was
different, not the hard hunger she experienced with Lance and Shane or the
plain almost ordinary sex that she’d had with Ellis (he hadn’t been the
greatest lover in her life, just the nicest man),
She felt for
his dick, delving inside his shorts until she found his stalk, it was hard but
thin, the head fitted easily inside her palm, but it was long, he was long and
thin and hard. She let go and tried to roll down his shorts, he helped by
lifting his behind and then his dick sprang into view and Kelly wanted to take
it into her mouth.
She started to
manoeuvre herself, pressing down his body until in her contortions he had to
leave her body to adjust himself, then she pushed her panted buttocks into his
face and groaned in frustration when she realised.
Another twist,
another manoeuvre and her underwear had gone and her naked pussy was hanging
inches above his face and she dipped her head and kissed his dick.
Of course she
had never asked whether he gave oral sex, it was a simple assumption; Kelly
did, so the rest of the world did.
She wet her
lips and just took the small head into her mouth, all the time her fingers were
gently stroking his stalk and he was trying not to move too much.
She waggled her
buttocks and lowered herself until she was practically sitting on his face and
then she felt his hot breath against her already teased and stimulated skin and
then his tongue brushed against her outer lips and for a moment she stopped
felating him to savour those sensations he had started.
She allowed
herself those moments and then drove the tip of her tongue into the slit of his
dick, feeling him jump under the pressure, that was a move that Lance had
taught her and it worked every time.
Now she went
lower, stroking his hairy balls in their tight sac before gently, ever so
gently, taking the sac halfway into her mouth. She felt
So she returned
to his dick, trying to see just how much she could get into her mouth and
They carried on
but slowly Kelly realised that she would never orgasm like this, lance had been
a master at oral sex,
“I’m
protected.” She whispered, giving his dick a playful tug.
“You are?” He
was surprised.
“Diaphragm,
it’s a girl’s best friend.” She laughed. “Why don’t you …”
Kelly lay back,
her head was almost off the bed and her now long hair hung down as
“I can take it
from here!” He chuckled.
“I hope so.”
She breathed and then gasped as that long thin dick sipped into her, suddenly
it didn’t feel so thin and its head seemed to be touching her cervix, a new
experience. He started to move, to fuck her with long slow stokes and then a
series of rapid ones until he discovered or was told what she liked.
“Hard, harder.”
Kelly groaned, matching movements. “I like it hard … and fast.” She added with
a laugh that became a groan as he responded to her demands.
Finally Kelly
orgasmed, pressing herself against him, screaming out her pleasure, almost
riding him and then feeling his body jerk and then the explosion of his sperm
leaving his body and entering her’s.
Kelly had
learnt that the minutes after her orgasm could be the most revealing, how did
the man react now he’d spilt his seed? Was he interested in her anymore? If
she’d have applied that test with Shane then she’d have known how much he was
just using her.
“So, what now?”
He asked, turning towards her and brushing a stray hair from her face.
“Meaning what
exactly?”
“Do I get to stay
… as in breakfast … or do we shake hands.”
She giggled at
that. “Bit late for introduction … and you can buy me breakfast if you’d like
to.”
“And until then
…”
“Depends on
that I guess.” Kelly laughed, pointing at his deflated dick.
“Well even for
you, it’ll take a few minutes.” He laughed back and then caught her by the nape
of her neck and drew him into a long, lazy kiss. “Until then we could just
…talk.” He whispered.
“Talk?”
“Talk … you
know conversation, like now?”
Kelly laid
back, her head finally on the pillow, and then chuckled. “And I thought you
wanted me for my body.”
“And that!” He
laughed, sliding a hand across her tummy only to be stopped by Kelly.
“Don’t tease
and I’m always sensitive after sex …
so let’s just talk … until we’re both ready …”
So they talked
and touched, but the chest, the face, the breast, never those parts which
recovered on their own. She discovered more about him, like his family was
parents and two younger brothers and that there was a family firm he’d partially
inherit with them. He made it sound very routine but Kelly thought of her own
family, of her parents and her siblings and knew what ever she made from her
life she’d have to do so herself, that there wasn’t a crock of gold waiting for
her to inherit.
She kept the
details about her marriage to Lance to the minimum and still maintained the lie
that he was waiting for her. So either
“Can I ask a
personal question?” He asked.
“You can always
ask, can’t say I’ll answer.” Kelly jokingly answered.
“Tonight, me,
what happened between us …”
“What?” She cut
him off sharply.
“I just
wondered if you had an arrangement with your husband.”
“Arrangement?”
“Sure, like he
knows and doesn’t mind?”
“He doesn’t
know and he would mind.” Kelly asserted without knowing the truth. She wondered
if Lance was even interested her anymore.
“So …”
“Enough!” She
cut him off again. “You have just started getting way to personal.”
“Okay … so what
now … still sensitive?”
“I could be
touched.” She laughed.
It was strange
to have somebody under her feet again and Kelly realised that her affairs had
been strictly daytime / evening affairs and with
Also how she
felt, she was now used to having her space and the men in her life had
previously been allocated a given space,
She had claimed
the bathroom first based on the fact that using it after Lance hadn’t always
been pleasant and she assumed the same of
“Breakfast?”
“It’s on you
remember?”
“As long as you
can cope with my company.” He joked.
“We’ll see, if you
get to boring I’ll tell you.”
“Or if I get to
personal?”
“You’d better
believe it.”
Over breakfast,
they were the only one’s in the diner come bar. They just chatted, skirting the
obvious question, what next.
“So, how many
miles more?”
“I figure I’m a
little more than halfway, about another four hundred.”
“Long
way on your own.”
“Sure, but it’s
just the driving that I don’t like. I was planning to hold over a day and start
again tomorrow morning.“ Kelly admitted.
“So was I, what
a coincidence.”
Kelly gave him
a look which said that she didn’t believe him for a minute.
“We could hang
out together.”
“Maybe, I
actually need to sleep.” Kelly answered her mind racing as to whether she
actually wanted him around some more.
“Understood …
maybe later then?”
Kelly thought
for a minute, stirring the dregs of her coffee as she did; hell that would keep
her awake for a few hours. “Sleep later … what exactly have you got in mind for
now?”
They stayed together
that day and through the night and
It was goodbye
time, or at least Kelly had thought that it was.
“I estimate
that we’ll travel for about hundred miles before we go our separate ways.”
“So?”
“So, we travel
together and then say our farewells … no catches, we’ll truly be on the same
highway.” He gave Kelly what she thought he intended to be a winning smile.
“Okay!” She
said at last and still doubted her judgement when they pulled away from the
motel. Kelly in the silver and grey convertible and
So it was as if
she were alone on the highway as Kelly drove along, almost forgetting about
Duncan as the miles sped by, forgot that was until she saw the brilliant red
sports car parked extravagantly by the roadside. She was tempted to drive
straight past, but that would have been churlish.
Instead she
signalled (to no one) and dropped off the highway and onto the slip road,
pulling up in a cloud of dust a few yards from
What that was
she quickly found out and it had never feature in her top ten reasons.
“Our way’s
branch about three miles ahead, this is the last lay by before then.”
“Pardon?” Kelly
asked, convinced that he hadn’t heard him correctly.
“Come with me.”
He repeated. “We’re good together… aren’t we?”
Kelly actually
thought that her attraction to
“Well, good
idea or not.”
“My husband…”
Kelly began weakly.
“Telegram him,
say that it’s over. We can do that from the next town, then move onto Vegas,
even if he is the jealous type we will always be one step ahead.”
He had it all
thought out and Kelly was still reeling. She’d been prepared for a last road
side fuck, but not this, it was almost an elopement.
“It’s too
sudden.” She managed to stammer. “I wasn’t expecting this, nothing like this,
to sudden.” She added again, almost rambling.
The smart move
was to get back in her car, but Kelly wasn’t thinking. She just stood there,
shaking her head and watching the expectant look on
“What’s wrong,
my idea no good?” He suddenly snapped.
“It’s such a
surprise. I hadn’t …”
“You hadn’t
thought beyond a quick fuck … had you?”
“No!” Kelly
retorted. “You approached me, remember. What were you after, love and romance
or a night between my legs?” She started back towards her car but was spun
around as
“Just tell me
what you were thinking …” He let her go and Kelly quickly put space between
them.
“You were good
looking and I thought just looking for some fun. I’m sorry if you thought there
was more.” She reached her car and opened the door, still expecting him to make
another grab for her.
“BITCH!” He
spat. “FUCKIN CHEATING BITCH, I FEEL SORRY FOR YOUR HUSBAND.” He shouted, took
a step towards her and then stopped as Kelly produced the wrench. There was a
moment when Kelly thought he’d try to grab her again but then he stepped away,
back towards his car. “BITCH!” He shouted as he
retreated to his car.
She stood and
watched as he drove away in a cloud of dust and gravel, then she started to
shake and finally she started to cry.
She didn’t know
how long she stayed on the slip road, long enough for one helpful motorist to offer
assistance, something which was fiercely rejected. Finally she drove away,
slowly at first and with her mind in turmoil.
The rest of the
journey was almost a dream. Kelly stayed away from people, stopping in motels
but staying in her room. She had only one target, one destination, Larksville.