Tales from the Road

Many thanks go to RF-Fast and FyreHeart for their editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are of the age of consent.

I don’t consider myself a writer or author, I’m a storyteller. So please take that into consideration when you read it, it should be read like someone is telling you the story. I am not now, or never have been, an English major. So synonyms may be wrong, and the grammar may not be correct, but it is like people really talk. I’ve never talked to someone that had perfect grammar.

I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. If you don’t like how and what I write, oh well. Don’t read it. My feelings won’t be hurt.

For those of you that do like what I’ve posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

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As I was perusing my directory of ideas and kernels of ideas, I discovered that quite a few have vehicles of one sort or another as a common theme. This is the beginning of a collection, not a series. While the stories are numbered, they are in no way connected beyond that common theme. Some may not have much of a beginning or an ending, but I hope you find them interesting.

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01 Road trip

A tit in the hand is worth…

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In my youth, I joined a civilian-military auxiliary whose prime mission was searching for downed aircraft. Being in a northern state that involved a fair amount of ‘brush country’ searching. Several times a year we would gather and go rummaging around in the woods in search of ‘victims’ and ‘downed aircraft’.

The actual name of the organization will remain nameless to protect the innocent.

But, that puts me in a MOST enjoyable situation. Cruising down the road on a warm spring day in a car full of people. Me sitting in the middle in the front, my arms crossed, my right hand under my left arm… and in the top of the driver enjoying a nice handful of firm tit.

The trip started off innocent enough. Seven of us packed in a car with four in the back and three in the front. The four in the back were fairly skinny, so it was snug but not packed. The front passenger was a bit… larger, and for me to sit without feeling packed, I simply crossed my arms instead of putting them at my side. The next three hours was going to be fun.

But shortly into the drive, several right turns pressed me into the not too bad looking driver. That pressed the fingers of my hand into the side of her bra encased tit under her tank top. On the fourth turn, she lifted her arm a bit to let me press fully into the side of her tit. She looked straight ahead but smiled when I stayed pressed against her tit.

I started cautiously moving my fingers a bit, and she didn’t pull away. After a few minutes I uncurled my fingers and began caressing the side of her tit. That got me a nice soft sigh.

When I began to run my fingers under the underside of her tit, she moved her arm. I was half expecting her to stop me, but she just moved her arm to block the view of the passenger. I caressed the underside of her tit, making a few jaunts up to the now noticeable nipple bump. That made me smile when she sucked air the first couple of times I ran my fingernail across the material over her nipple. The cupping of the tit with a squeeze of nipple just before our first bathroom break got the barest of squeaks.

I inwardly smiled as we returned to the car, her tank top was now untucked from her jeans!

We settled in the car her hands going straight to the top of the wheel to give me access, and taking advantage of the unspoken invitation I scooted right up beside her.

We had barely made it onto the highway and I had a hand on her tit over the tank top. Giving it some very firm squeezes and a few nice nipple pinches.

Now it was time to test my suppositions. In between a few good squeezes, I began inching the side of her tank top up… no opposition!

In a few minutes, I had lifted the tank top up just enough to snake my hand under and inside. Mmmmmm nice! I had a handful of tit barely covered in lace. I could feel the heat of her tit and her nipple harden between my fingers as I rolled it. Feeling it poke the palm of my hand as I took its weight and ran my fingertips across the bare skin just above the bra cup.

I spent the next two hours enjoying a nice handful of firm tit, even stretching a few times on the curves to lightly stroke the inside of the far tit.

And with all the chatting among the girls, she gave no hint beyond a few little hitches in her speech that she was getting nicely groped while she drove.

But we arrived, so that little joy was over with… kinda.

Everybody piled out and began setting up. There was no real formal layout, just pick your spot and start in. The guys setting up the comm truck had picked out their high spot and marked the guy wire points, everything else was fair game.

I had not been involved long enough to ‘get with a group’, so I had packed my two-man plus tent, figuring to have plenty of room for me and my gear. It was a quick set-up tent, so I had my bag and everything laid out inside the tent in about half an hour.

I was kneeling to arrange my extra stuff when I was pushed aside a bit and ‘she’ came in and laid back on her elbow on my sleeping bag smiling and briefly glancing down at her mostly unbuttoned top with a lot of cleavage and some bra edge showing.

I glanced down at her shirt then back to her eyes, she smiled, so I moved closer and gently put a hand on her partially covered tit.

She moaned softly.

That was my green light. I undid one more button to expose that lace covered tit, the prominent nipple lump and dark areola shadow had me stopping to stare.

She giggled and rolled to her back.

I undid one more button to expose both tits and straddled her hips as both hands went straight to tits for some squeeze and play-time.

There was a soft gasp as she thrust her tits into my hands. I played a bit more enjoying myself when she stopped me. I thought it was over.

She grinned and reached into her bra to lift her tits up and out.

I grinned and resumed, playing with nice bare tits out in the open. I had played under tops before with other women, but out where I could see what I was doing was a first.

I got a good hold on each and began lifting as I rolled her nipples, then leaned forward with my mouth open but stopped and looked at her.

She smiled and put her hand behind my neck. I almost bit her nipple from the hiss through her teeth as I got the first one between my lips. I enjoyed suckling and squeezing for what seemed like both an eternity and a microsecond before the sound of people outside startled her.

She pushed me back and tucked her tits in while buttoning up her shirt. Sticking her head out of the tent flap she paused shortly to see if the area was clear gave me a nice view of her tightly encased jean ass, then she was gone.

I waited a bit, then headed for the backside of a large bush to relieve the pressure having a nice pair of tits to play with had built up.

And by evening we had ‘gotten down to business’. Prepping for things to start way to damn early in the morning. I had found out the hard way a long time ago I was NOT a morning person.

In that light, I had decided to get into the communications end of the outfit. I was the new guy, so I got the second shift to monitor the radios. That meant sitting in the back of a canvas covered deuce and a half in the sun.

We staked out the side flaps and rolled the front and rear up, but it was still toasty. It may not have been very comfortable, but it was WAY better than getting up with the sun and hacking my way through the underbrush all day! I was also the guy that got to operate the hand pump to transfer the fuel from the cans to the generator. It’s amazing how the twenty-four-hour fuel tank runs low on the second shift, isn’t it?

Sunday afternoon it was the drive up in reverse, but the tank top was untucked from the start. The voice vote was for only the one gas and bathroom stop on the way back. A third of the way back we made the gas and bathroom stop. She came back carrying a bag and grinning.

I grinned as I slid my hand back under her top. She had folded her bra cups down while inside! And as soon as it got dark, I slid my hand across to the other tit for a bit. Back and forth between tits hanging out of bra cups for several hours had me hitting the bathroom when I got home and trying not to roar as I came so mom wouldn’t hear.

I was unable to feel up my favorite driver over the next year and a half due to the vagarities of drivers sharing driving duty, but at least she did make two quick visits to my tent during that time. Braless and ready to be played with! The last one she even rolled over and gave me an evening blow job! I made sure to reward her with a nice mouthful of warm cum for her efforts.

What was really amazing was in all this time, she had never spoken to me when we were alone or if I was feeling her up in the car. I knew she had a so-so boyfriend, and I guess as long as she didn’t say anything she could deny it ever happened in her mind. I didn’t think too hard on it. I was just glad to get my hands on a nice pair of tits every once in a while. I’d had a few girlfriends, but so far they were ‘in the back seat in the dark’ kind of girls. Tits out in the light to be admired and played with were most refreshing.

Over the next winter things changed in the communications group. I had been making some progress in the group, and was no longer the bottom man. But the group comm leader was headed off for a different college and planned to transfer to a different group close to the new college.

There were several of the guys more senior than I that wanted to take over as comm leader, but part of that was taking the truck and the two trailers. They all lived in nice neighborhoods and apartment complexes that would make that impossible. We lived on five acres at the end of a county road.

Of the three that wanted it, two of them were snobs that just really wanted the title. Yes, they were fairly competent radio guys, but that’s it. I wasn’t much better or worse, but I wasn’t putting on airs. The third guy was the one that kinda took me under his wing when I joined up and taught me quite a bit, so we came to an understanding.

I was going to be the official comm leader, and he would be my assistant. Whenever I could I would be ‘unavailable’ and he would do all the functions and meetings he could. I had the truck and wanted to make a LOT of improvements to it. He was liking my desired improvements, so he was all in.

I had an ace in the hole, one of my best friend’s dad owned a junkyard. I helped out from time to time for parts to fix my car and could salvage bits and pieces if I wanted to for free or at a minimal cost. His dad was also ex-Navy, so he helped all the local auxiliary units as he could.

We welded two steel utility beds from wrecked utility trucks together and replaced the bed on the deuce with it. This got us something solid we could almost stand up in. A bad blower that had been used for working in manholes got a new switch and cord and a couple of cans of spray paint to make one hell of an exhaust fan. The short section of flex duct still connected would have to do for now. Carpet from a passenger van got us something besides the steel floor to stand on.

I built a nice bench for all the radios and installed actual power outlets instead of stringing together cords and splitters. I also put in a couple of lights on a three-position switch. Regular white and yellow for use at night to cut down on the flying dive bombers.

It also meant no more chance of feeling up bare tits on long drives. I had to drive the truck to and from exercises, and forty-five miles an hour with no air conditioning didn’t exactly attract female passengers.

In the first outing I was damn glad I still had the tarp in the front seat. That metal topper got HOT in the sun. We stretched it across the ladder rack and turned the exhaust fan on high to make it tolerable. The second day wasn’t as bad, the tarp was still up, and fan was on by mid-morning instead of waiting for it to heat up.

That fall was the rude awakening at the other end of the spectrum. It was a state wide exercise, held later in the year and farther north. IT WAS FUCKING COLD!!!

I took Friday off to drive up, partially because I wanted a decent place to park the truck, and partially to show up the big city guys. My assistant had informed me that whoever got set up first on site was the comm unit for the weekend. Everybody else had to go trudge with the rest of the troops.

The fancy big city boys pulled in in their converted old Greyhound bus Saturday morning and did their best to convince me to shut down and let them take over. I just smiled and shook my head. They tried to get the exercise commander to shut me down. He almost did until I quoted the regs my assistant had told me.

Those radios barely gave off enough heat to keep warm, and in my infinite wisdom, I had neglected to insulate the topper or bring a space heater. A space heater from the basement was tossed in when I got home before I even began unpacking. My first project when it warmed up a bit was to start stripping insulation from some conversion vans.

My next big break was the spring hand-me-down meeting. It has an official name, but if I put that in here you will all know what branch and type of unit I’m talking about. Suffice it to say, the ‘real units’ had old, damaged, or obsolete equipment that they were putting out to the reserve and auxiliary units. The reserve units got the first choice, then the auxiliary units could look it over on a first come first serve basis. We were several hours away and didn’t usually get much.

But… don’t ask me to name all the steps, but through my buddies dad’s friend’s cousin’s in-laws friends, etc., who was a cool guy by the way, we had somebody in the reserves that got us a list of equipment being put out, and several things I saw on the list interested me. Using the same connections, I put on my uniform and drove up for a quick unofficial walk-through a week before the reserves made their pick.

Several of my potential treasures were duds, but laying eyeballs on several items made my day. I pointed out my treasures with a few questioning looks, he didn’t have the same opinion I did, and thought those items would go to the scrap yard. I then pointed to one of the pieces that was likely to be snatched up long before I could get to it. “You know, with all those pieces missing on that thing, it really should be down here with the scrap stuff.”

“What missing pieces?”

I smiled, “The ones that will be missing and put with some of the junk items I want when you loan me a couple of wrenches and turn around for a while.”

He smiled and came back with a pair of crescent wrenches. Half an hour later he grabbed a jeep and we moved my new treasure down on the far end with the rest of the scrap items. He was just happy I was taking a few items he thought were going to wind up in the junkyard, one good item was more than making up for taking them.

Three weeks later the operations officer and I got up WAY too damn early and he drove up to the base with me. He didn’t really want to go until I told him what I was getting if I got there early. I had to bribe him by stopping for coffee and donuts on the way up, and I don’t drink coffee.

I had to chuckle, the gate guard must be really bored. I was just slowing down when he raised the barrier. It helped I drove the old deuce and a half instead of a civilian vehicle. I needed the pintle hitch.

IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME!!!

We were in about twenty minutes before we were supposed to be, and I backed up to my big treasure and had it hooked and pulled back out in the drive lane before anybody else had pulled on the lot. Only then did we find the distribution supervisor and begin picking out our wanted items.

He kinda scratched his head on what I wanted, but since everybody else was up with ‘the good stuff’, he didn’t say anything more than ‘sign here’. The operations guy signed and then sighed as we slowed for the drive home. We were illegal as all hell, but we looked like military so nobody bothered us.

What a sight. A deuce and a half with four, count ’em four, trailers behind it. All short so it was a real wild tail we were dragging. Thank God it was a calm day. We had the good tower trailer with an old water buffalo taking up the space under the folded down tower. A second but damaged tower trailer followed behind that with an old two wheel trailer full of miscellaneous electrical cables at the end with a bent hitch so it dog tracked the entire trip back.

We did thirty-five miles an hour all the way home. The sun was setting as I dropped him off, and well down by the time I pulled in. I grinned and pumped my fist as I staggered out of the cab and in for supper.

The first project was the easiest. Take the three good inner sections and hardware from the damaged tower trailer and transfer them to the heavy metal topper on the deuce and a half. It was only three short sections instead of four, but it was tall enough to let me put a half-wave SSB antenna up along with getting the rest of my antennas nice and high running nothing but the truck.

The parts I had tossed in with the miscellaneous wire were put back on the good tower trailer, and with a few minor repairs that was done and pushed off to the side until we got to the next step on it.

Next was the trailer with all the cables in it. Most of what was on top really was truly junk, but buried under that I saw a pair of slave cables. Turns out there was even a third set. All had bad ends, but the plug housings were good. Our local farm store made custom battery cables and was able to take all the parts and make one good regular length set and splice the other two for a double-length cable. I wasn’t even going to want to haul it out, but it would be necessary to have one that long on our rig. We had the nice surprise of finding a decent heavy-duty long power cord in the pile, so we wouldn’t have to buy one right away.

Now came the fun project. The new monster generator trailer. It was a lot of work, and it cost me several weekends of free labor at the junkyard in trade for some welding, but it was done. We lifted our current oversized generator off it’s stubby trailer then stripped the box off the junk wire trailer and chopped the frame short just in front of the axle. Welding that to the back of the generator trailer gave us a double axle trailer.

A big fuel tank from an old front-end loader was dropped between the frame rails before we set the generator back in, then we mounted the water buffalo tank in front of it once the generator was bolted back down. That double-length slave cable was put on an old reel salvaged from a propane truck and mounted on the back of the generator trailer along with the long power cord on another smaller reel.

It looked really ugly until we went through a case and a half of spray paint. Don’t look at the runs, I’m not Rembrandt. I grinned, that oversized generator was going to come in real handy, REAL handy.

We applied for a change in our radio license. They didn’t believe us and had to come out and do an inspection but they walked away grinning and shaking their heads. We had a few little things to do for full compliance but we had a provisional pending the corrections, and we had all summer until the fall exercise to get it done.

Normally our squadron had a small regional exercise in the fall to meet our requirements, as the state-wide exercise was WAY up north in the boonies in a total wilderness state park kind of area with no services for miles in any direction. Only a few of our diehard members made the trek. By that time of the year the brush was THICK, and the bugs were HUGE.

It was also on the Columbus Day weekend so a lot of people stayed home and partied with their families.

It was a long drive up Thursday in the newly fitted out deuce with the now jumbo generator trailer carrying a full load of fuel and water and the big portable tower trailer. We had flipped the assembly on the tower trailer like the new ones were so it hung over the front over the generator trailer. Everything pulled like a dream, I think I even hit fifty going downhill a few times with no wiggle whatsoever.

As expected, the big city boys in their air-conditioned bus were in place and operating. They’d been tipped off we were coming… on purpose… by one of our cadets who I had told to make the call to a friend in their unit.

They started in on us not being able to set up because they were already in operation and logged into the state net. We shrugged and smiled, and began scouting for a nice shaded spot to park.

We found a nice shaded spot under some trees and dropped a cone while the city boys laughed and pointed. I drove toward the center clear area as my helper played out a rope from the trailer tower. When he signaled to stop I dropped another cone and made a U-turn to drop the tower trailer. Heading back to the first cone, he played out another rope from the generator trailer and I dropped it there.

We had their attention.

When I drug the power cable and the slave cable from the generator trailer back to my shaded parking spot the chuckling quit. Their leader disappeared heading to the command tent.

We didn’t raise the portable tower on the truck, instead we took the HUGE UHF antenna from the roof rack and walked it to the tower trailer out in the middle. We had to lift the tower a bit to get it set in place and then began completely raising the antennas and tower.

As we were putting guy wires out, the city boy’s leader and the encampment commander were coming up. The city boy’s leader was all grins as the encampment commander quoted us the same regs we did the last time about them being here first and us having to shut down.

I smiled and handed him two photocopies. One of a different page in the regs, and a copy of our new upgraded license.

The commander read them over, shook his head, and told the city boy’s leader ‘sorry’ and walked back to his command tent.

The city boy’s leader snatched the paperwork and began ranting. They were officially logged into the exercise. If they went home they didn’t get credit for a fall encampment, and like our unit, they had their regional last week.

We told them we would be online in about half an hour. He had some interesting language stomping back to their bus. They would have a nice air-conditioned place to sleep, but this change meant they would be out in the bushes with everybody else.

They were licensed as a mobile unit.

We were licensed as a mobile base unit. That one little word made a world of difference. If we just used the partial tower mounted on the truck, we were a mobile unit. Better coverage than the antennas on their bus, but still just a mobile unit.

Mmmmm, but my little treasure made all the difference. With that tall tower trailer and the new amplifiers we could put online, we were now officially a base station, just like somebody at home with the full setup. That massive UHF antenna and a full-wave SSB antenna was going to kick some electronic ass in a bit.

We had things set up, and I called out on the little handheld that we were going full power in five minutes. I flipped the switches at three and a half to give the radios and amplifiers time to get up to full power.

The scream from across the grass told me somebody didn’t shut down quick enough. Either that or the equipment came up to full power a tad faster than we anticipated.

I had several different squadron’s comm guys stop by and admire our setup. The air conditioning in our now extended bed comm truck didn’t hurt. The cookhouse decided to relocate nearby when we told them we had full power and five hundred gallons of water with us.

I grinned while I was taking a break after lunch. Looks like the new girl was stuck washing dishes, and it looked like she was struggling with cold water and grease.

I came up across from her hiding behind my sunglasses admiring her lace bra through her wet t-shirt. A nice handful of tit with a bit of a point to them. “Not having much luck huh?” Her flowing red hair offsetting that white t-shirt even more.

She looked up a bit pissed, “No shit, clean up in lukewarm water is for the birds!”

I smiled, “Well maybe I could help with that.”

“Well unless you’re packing a water heater I don’t see how.”

I was still smiling as I admired her tits jiggling from behind my sunglasses. I shrugged, “Well not quite a water heater, but it does the job.”

“Uh-huh,” she said a bit skeptically.

I nodded my head toward our setup and turned to walk. I heard something go back in the tub and footsteps behind me catching up. Soon she was beside me, and they jiggled even better as she walked. The side view made the bit of a point even more noticeable.

I stopped at the big generator trailer, and she sighed. They were already hooked into the tank valve.

I crooked my finger and beckoned her further down the trailer. I lifted a cover and pulled out a shower hose and pointed to a pair of hot and cold valves. “It’s rather toasty, so you’ll need to run around sixty percent cold to keep from burning yourself,” I said over the noise of the generator. I wanted hot showers, so I had plumbed a little heat exchanger in the generator coolant line. It was just an inner / outer copper tube, but with that much heat right off the engine it was plenty.

I got a big hug with damp tits pressed to me, then she dashed off. She returned shortly with a five-gallon bucket. I spun the shower head off and started filling it.

“Can I get another bucket later if I need it?”

I smiled, “Sure, no problem.”

She looked, and then pointed at the shower head. “So you guys…”

I put my finger to my lips.

She had an ornery grin, “Well I won’t tell if…”

“There’s no shower curtain.” Us guys could just wear a loose pair of boxers and shower as is.

Her eyes went wide, then she grinned. “I might just have to chance it.”

I went back to the comm truck grinning. I watched her wash pots and pans through the little front window out through the cab. And as predicted, she did come back for another bucket of hot water. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, and since I was looking out the tinted window, she didn’t see me. So she flipped the hot off and stuck the cold water hose inside her pants and then in her t-shirt.

She stood there in the breeze a bit before wiping some of the water out of her t-shirt and putting her apron back on. And while the fatigue pants hid some of her shape, the wet t-shirt and bra did nothing to hide those nice little mounds. Her pair of nice pointed mounds and brown nipples were calling my lips. I wonder if she will be back later for a shower? The generator was turned a bit, but from the edge of the window I would still have a nice view.

It was a fairly uneventful afternoon. They had located one ‘downed aircraft’ and were humping the ‘victims’ out. The big city comm guys looked like shit when they got back, as they were on the wrong end of the search line. No glory for them. I smiled from behind my tinted window in my air conditioning.

Supper was nice, and I got a bit bigger portion from my new red-headed friend. I sat with a few of my hard-core guys before they headed out. They were tomorrow’s ‘decoys’. The aircraft would be searching, and would spot them then direct the searchers in to them. They’d set up camp just before dark, and have time to get some fishing in before they were ‘found’. It was just terrible to be able to fish in the state park and not need a license.

I stripped down and pulled on an old pair of gym shorts, grabbed a towel and my supplies, and went to the shower. An old piece of carpet kept me from getting muddy feet and a scrap of tarp kept us and water away from the power. I was just rinsing off and turned to a hell of a surprise.

With the generator noise, I hadn’t heard my redhead walk up. She was grinning and trying not to notice a bit of hard-on tenting my shorts.

I finished rinsing, then toweled off mostly before stepping off the carpet and waiving her to it.

I stood there drying a bit watching her as she put her little bag on the fender and began to reach for the hem of her t-shirt. She stopped and glared at me, “Really?”

I grinned, “Oh yes! I provide full ogling service at no extra charge. And anything I can’t see will be properly fantasized about.”

Her mouth dropped before she grinned and made shooing motions.

“You sure? There’s no charge.”

I was glared at and more shooing motions.

I shrugged and went back to the comm truck.

By the time I made it in and turned to look out the window she had her t-shirt off and was dropping her pants.

The lace bra hid nothing once wet, and while her thong wasn’t sheer when wet, it clung to her pussy like a second skin.

I enjoyed and stroked to every second.

When she was about done, she looked around and then quickly popped the front catch of her bra to give a quick soap and rinse of those delicious, pointed, hard nippled, tits.

I tried to flood the trash can.

She shut things down and dried off while I caught my breath. As she was pulling her t-shirt and pants on I tossed some wadded-up scrap paper in the trash to hide the evidence.

I was just getting comfy in the chair when the door opened.

“Ohhh, it is nice in here!” she hadn’t dried off completely, and she was still wet enough to be slightly sheer and VERY nipply. I eyed the jiggling tits practically in my face as she turned to close the door. I barely averted my eyes as she turned back.

“I try and just keep it cool. It helps the radios, but if I get it too cold it’s a bit of a shock going outside.”

She looked around then glanced to one of the empty chairs.

“Please,” and waived to the chair.

She was still looking around. “Kinda cozy in here, but not bad.”

“It’s a work in progress. On exercises it’s not bad with two people. But go live with three guys and it’ll be elbow to elbow.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” She wiggled a bit on the chair. We had folding chairs with some old padded cushions on them. “Are better chairs on the soon-to-do list?”

I chuckled, “Nope, this is what you get if you want to sleep in here.” I patted the jumbo stretcher mounted and flipped up behind her. It came to within a few inches of the radio bench when flipped down, and it was actually pretty comfortable. “It’s a little bigger than most, but it fills the space.”

“Ahhh,” as she was looking around piecing it together.

She pulled her stuff closer and bent to get up, her t-shirt now dry enough to just show the lace texture.

“Hey, do they have a microwave in the cook tent by chance?” I was 99.9% sure they didn’t.

“Pfffftt. Fat chance of that.”

“Oh well. I haven’t figured out how to shoehorn one in here. I was thinking of doing up some popcorn to go with my movie.”

That stopped her cold in a nice profile. “Movie?”

I shrugged. “I brought a couple of tapes and an old TV / VCR combo along since I’m by myself on this trip.” I pointed to it down under the radio bench.

She shook her head and began to turn to leave.

“You could come back later and keep me company if you wanted,” I said rather fast. I really didn’t want her to leave.

She only turned her head, “Uh-huh,” and went out the door.

I was only half thinking of things I wanted to do to this truck. Part of my mind was playing with how to get a smaller microwave, and then figure out where to mount it. I could get mom’s old one, but it was big enough to nuke a turkey. The only place it would fit was the passenger seat and belted in.

The other half was remembering the views I had of Red. Hosing herself down, taking a shower in the distance, and dropping the bra to soap and rinse. Up close and damp to let me get a decent look at the lace and darker nipple.

Okay, maybe it was more like forty sixty… alright ten and ninety.

I sat there for a bit, then decided to get ready for the evening. I had done this a few times at the house, but it was just folding down, stretch out to test, and then stowing it all again. This would be the first real test with the door closed to keep the bugs out.

It was not as easy having to keep the door closed!

The folding chairs didn’t quite go the way I wanted them to, and they wound up going on the floor under the stretcher. Actually a good place for them. That left a fair amount of floor space to stand and strip and such by the door. But since it didn’t have a lock on it, it would be pants and shorts for the night.

With pockets empty and my shirt on a hanger, I was just leaning over the stretcher when the door opened behind me. I turned, stood up seeing Red coming in and practically running into me… and rammed my head into the metal ceiling.

I ducked almost putting my face into her tits, but the pain on my head was of higher importance right now. I put my hand on it cussing up a blue streak.

I stopped when I opened my eyes a few inches from lace and t-shirt covered tits. I put a hand toward the ceiling and slowly stood up to face a grinning woman trying hard not to laugh.

“Uh huh,” I scowled.

She giggled. “Well, you did invite me over for a movie.”

“Uh-huh.” The nipples firming in front of my bowed head were taking my mind off the pain, kinda.

She giggled again.

“Give me a minute, I hope you like Star Trek since I already have it loaded.” There was no response from behind me as I grabbed two water bottles from the cooler and handed one back behind me.

She took it, and I climbed onto the stretcher, laid down halfway, and reached under for a few of the seat cushions. I pulled them out and dropped them behind me as I made my way to the far corner.

I propped my pillow in the corner and was turning to get situated when I saw another beautiful feminine sight.

Red was on hands and knees coming across the stretcher and getting the cushions arranged. I didn’t get a titty profile, but even in fatigues, that ass did look mighty fine.

I could only see the bottom three-quarters of the screen the way I was sitting, but I knew the move so I wasn’t that worried. Red sat cross-legged at first, then scooted her butt forward and slouched down so she could see the whole screen.

It put those tits at a lovely forty-five-degree angle. The little jumps at different parts of the movie were nice also.

We had just hit what would be an extended battle scene…

“Pause, I gotta go potty.”

That ass looked even better going than it did coming.

I slid down a bit giving my legs and hips a rest. I didn’t sit too well with my legs straight out. Damn, that felt good to straighten out. I slid a bit further to re-arrange my pillow when the door opened and Red came back in.

“Give me a second, had to rearrange my pillow.”

Red began to crawl onto the stretcher in front of me. “You’re good, I’d rather stretch out anyway.”

She stopped long enough for me to situate my pillow and hook an elbow over it. She pushed the pile of cushions to about my chest and laid down on her side in front of me.

This was a little cozy. Nice, but cozy. “Um, I’m Gary by the way.”

She snickered, “Ruby.”

We had just gotten comfortable when a call came in on the radio. I had to lean over her to grab the mic, and again to grab a pen and paper to write the info down.

I tossed the mic back on the desk and started to get comfy again.

“Don’t you need to get that to someone?”

I smiled at her, head tipped back looking at me. I took a passing glance at her now braless tits and nipples standing out. The bra got lost on the way to or from the bathroom. “Nah, it’s for tomorrow’s operation. As long as I get it to the command tent by eight hundred I’m good.” It was the map coordinates of my decoy guys. I’d ‘accidentally’ pass them on to one of the guys from my unit to run to the command tent. They’d look good not being in that area or falling for the decoy, instead going for the ‘real’ crash site.

I laid behind her for a while, having a bit of trouble on where to put or not put my hand and arm. After a few times of removing it from her hip…

“Jeez, it’s not like you’re going to break me or something.” She took my hand and put it on her hip and we went back to watching the movie.

It was comfortable there, and over the next forty-five minutes we settled in and got reasonably comfortable near each other. Well, Ruby got a bit more comfortable. Near the end of the movie, the body in front of me developed a light buzz.

I chuckled and reached up to shut the light off. Ruby snuggled back into me a bit more. I watched the last of the movie, shut the player off, then pulled the light blanket over us and settled in.

I stayed with my back up against the wall most of the night, and I know Ruby tossed and turned a bit, but when I woke I discovered just how much.

Somewhere in the night the cushions had been pushed to the floor, and she was now curled up in front of me… and my hand was cupping a nice firm tit. I gave it the barest of a squeeze. Yes, it was just as firm as I’d imagined it would be.

Her breathing changed, and I closed my eyes and laid there. It took her a bit to realize where my hand was, and I felt her arm begin to come up, but it stopped. A few moments later it continued, but it came up between her tits cradling my hand in her elbow against her tit. Nudging her arm a little bit to make sure my hand was securely against her tit got a soft sigh from her.

I moved and fidgeted a bit in my sleep like I was trying to extricate my hand, I managed to free it a bit, putting the firm nipple in the center of my palm before I quit.

She settled for that with a soft, “Mmmmm.”

We laid there a bit, but it was getting light out. I began to shift a bit, and Ruby extricated herself from my grip by rolling to her stomach. She was shoulder to the radio bench, and my hand was in the small of her back.

I woke up stretching, she woke up lifting her head.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

“Pretty good. My air mattress is a bit more comfy, but no humidity beats that every time.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, no reason to get hot and sweaty unless you really want to.”

She blushed, grinned, and ducked out the door as she stuffed her bra in her pocket.

She grinned and stuck out her tongue quickly as she dished me up a bit more scrambled egg this morning.

As predicted, the city boys trudged through the underbrush at the direction of the pilot, breaking the search pattern instead of letting those closer do it, thinking they were going to be the ones to make the big find and close out the event.

Adam said they were really pissed when they came into camp to see the tent with the big T-shaped rain fly. It went right over the cook area on one side and the chairs on the other. Funny how it looked like a downed plane from the air…

Meanwhile, the guys that stayed with the proper search pattern found the ‘crash site’, and were in the process of calling in the rescue helicopter. My guys weren’t the ones to actually find it, so they didn’t get a ride back on the chopper, but my two decoys came by and gave them a lift on the swamp buggy, so all was good.

I chuckled at my lovely dishwasher. She looked around when she came back for hot water for breakfast dishes. After clean-up, she came back with some rope and a few of plastic tablecloths. She strung the rope from one point on the generator to a tree, and back to a point about four feet from the initial tie point.

It didn’t make much sense until the table cloths and clothespins came out. Evidentially she had a suspicion she was being watched taking a shower. One table cloth on either side, and a third across the opening had a reasonably enclosed area. I wasn’t even close to her motivations.

The guys all headed for the shower when they got back to camp, and Micah ribbed me about the make-shift shower curtain, but none of them complained about being able to take a HOT shower instead of the lukewarm sun shower everybody else had to wait for.

By late afternoon we hand a quick light meal, and the event commander went over the plusses and minuses of the weekend. The camper wild goose chase was highlighted as a minus. Partly for the wrong target, and mostly for breaking search protocols.

It was the closing event and many were already in civilian clothes. The few of us who were still ‘active’ until tomorrow morning and the official close of the exercise were still in uniform.

After the meeting probably sixty percent of the people bugged out since a lot of them had long drives back. I did too, but I had to stay on the radio net until around nine or ten in the morning.

I ambled through the cook tent that was serving a few cold sandwiches to those of us remaining before they tore down. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like Ruby had on a touch of makeup. Not much, but just a bit if you were looking. She smiled noticing me looking.

They still had a few sandwiches left after everybody had made their way through, so I went back for a few to tuck into the cooler for tonight. Yeah, there was a nice light touch of makeup. Not that she really needed it, but it was nice to think she was doing it for me.

I ambled back to the comm truck, I had half an hour to kill until the evening check-in. Probably watch another movie or two and check in one last time in the morning before shutting everything down, pack it up, and make the long drive home.

I grinned. While it was a long drive, seeing the city boys having to get out in the bushes with everyone else was WELL worth it. I mentally shook my head, I’d been told one of them actually screamed when a fox jumped out and ran off… a fucking fox!

I spent the next half-hour prepping for tear down. Cracking the guy wire tensioners loose, rolling up the double slave cable. Packing and tucking things in the truck. It wasn’t a lot, but it would save me half an hour or better in the morning. My helper had left with one of the last carloads, so I was tearing down by myself. I had done it many times at home but it went a lot faster with two bodies.

I was stripped down to my shorts, with towel and shower stuff in hand heading to the shower when Ruby came around the corner. I dropped my towel enough to hide my growing hard-on. Shorts and a thin t-shirt over a thin lace bra. I could see a pair of nice brown nipples in the sun, and no sign of any panty lines.

“Hey Gary, umm, could you give me a ride back up to the trailhead in the morning? Shelly already pulled out, and I don’t look forward to riding in the back of Bob’s truck all that way.”

I smiled and somehow managed not to stare at the tits pointed my direction. “Sure, I have to wait until morning check-in at nine hundred, then tear down. That’s at least an hour solo, so ten to ten-thirty.”

“Okay!”

We stood there a moment, each looking at the other. “Well, I’m headed to the shower…”

Ruby grinned, “Oh, yeah…”

I managed to turn and walk, Ruby whistled at my ass. I just shook my head and kept walking.

I had the water just right, and was wetting down when I was invaded.

I turned, barely keeping my footing, to see Ruby… wrapped in a towel grinning at me. She took a quick glance at my cock and grinned even more.

I had been firm thinking about her, and was starting to harden up with her standing there as I did my best to cover myself with my hands.

She grabbed the top edges of the towel, and pulled the left side out, holding the right side just over her tits. That left a nice wide bare strip alllllll the way down. She glanced at my hand-covered cock and raised an eyebrow.

I smiled looking right at her tits as I uncovered.

She evidentially liked what she saw. She unwrapped completely putting those delicious pointers on full display. I was running my eyes down her body as she turned to hang up her towel.

I bit of a side view of a close trimmed mound, nice firm ass, and that pussy and mound again as she completed the three-sixty. Nice close trim on her mound but shaved lips below… HELL YEAH!

She took my washcloth from my hand and turned me around. Lathering my back, then reaching around to make sure my cock was clean and very firm. I felt her grind her mound into my ass as she did.

Once she rinsed me to her satisfaction, I turned to face her and tried to take the washcloth back. She grinned and took a step back and began lathering her body… my eyes were glued to following her hands.

Watching her lather her legs and pussy. Going around her tits several times… the little grin as she handed me the washcloth and turned around wiggling her ass.

I was ready to pop just watching her!

With the generator noise, I felt more than heard her moan as I soaped and groped her ass. Turning her to the water and rinsing her off, then pulling her back against me, my hard cock slipping just right into her keyhole.

I nibbled on her neck as I groped and squeezed those tits, watching her nipples between my fingers as I looked over her shoulder. Feeling her suck in her breath as I let one hand drop to her pussy.

I kept it on her mound for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, but she made no motion to stop me, and when I slipped my finger between her shaved lips her hand came up and behind my neck as she kicked a knee out to give me full access.

I played and softly strummed a bit, my reach not quite long enough to get more than a fingertip into her pussy. Pulling two fingers back to her clit and picking up my pace made her tremble a bit. The faster the pace the stronger the tremble.

And then the thighs slammed shut on my fingers and even over the generator I heard her scream. One hand on her own tit and the other on mine over her tit as her orgasm racked her body.

If she had spasmed a bit more, I would have cum between her legs.

I held her as her orgasm subsided, my fingers slowly playing with her clit. After a few of the right / wrong passes across it, she grabbed my hand and pulled it up under her tits.

In a few moments, she pulled away, and turned to give me a soft kiss, then knelt down and took my cock in her hand. The grin right up until she put me in her mouth was really fucking hot. The groan from her probably matched mine as she took me in. She wasn’t deep throating, but she had some capacity.

A bit of enthusiastic bobbing from a naked woman kneeled in front of me in the shower after I had her orgasming in my arms was a force to be reckoned with. In a few strokes I lost it.

I grabbed the top of her head and the shower curtain as my toes curled and my balls shriveled up from the way she was draining me. She was still grinning around my cock as she took the first several loads, then jacked the next few on her tits before she made me jump all over again as she took me in and sucked the very core from my body…

I was barely standing leaning against the generator as I watched her grinning at me while she washed her hair. Arms up and spread as she shampooed, smiling at my eyes roaming her body but coming back to those lovely pointed tits quite often. She shut the water off and I watched her towel off a bit before she tossed me my towel.

I was barely able to stand to dry off.

She tossed me my boxers, then took her fatigue shirt and only buttoned the bottom three buttons. The grin and flash of tit said she wasn’t finished, and my firming cock was agreeing with her.

That ass had a delicious wiggle as we walked back to the comm truck. I could almost see her pussy as she climbed the steps. I could see it clearly and the edge of her rosebud as she bent over to go through the door. My cock was still trying to get hard, but my tongue was raring to go!

By the time I had turned, closed the door, and turned back to Ruby, she had reclined back on one elbow. Her shirt dropped nicely away from her tit, but the tail had covered her pussy.

I crawled up, stopping for a few light kisses on her calf and thigh. She snickered when I used my nose to nudge the shirttail up but, when I nudged it a bit further and made a quick lick between her lips, I got an ‘OH FUCK’, then the spreading of legs, and a hand on the back of my head, all at the same time.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I settled in between her thighs as she unbuttoned her shirt. Lapping and slurping at a flowing pussy as she held my head with one hand and mauled her tits with the other and I was in heaven.

I was starting to get hard, and I remembered her draining me in the shower. I slid two fingers up into her pussy and began rubbing her g-spot. Her heels went to my shoulders to plant her pussy in my face as she tried to rip her tits off while arching up and trying to drown me in cum.

I kept going until her eyes started to roll. Even then I only slowed down. I love lapping at a flowing pussy.

When her legs collapsed I got a few more licks in, then moved her leg and crawled most of the way up beside her. I stopped at those delicious points, almost staring at their beautiful symmetry. Even laying partially on her side, they stood out perfectly, gravity be dammed. A nice light to medium brown nipple and areola. Her areola just continuing the curve of her tit, stopping at a nice firm nipple a little smaller than a DOT candy.

I leaned forward and gave one the lightest lick I could. I smiled at the soft moan.

I rolled to the other, and wiped some of the pussy juice from my face onto that nipple, then settled in. Licking and suckling with the occasional nip as I caressed and lightly squeezed the other.

I got a soft sigh and moan as I switched tits and hands. Shortly I was being pulled up between her legs as she reached down and tried to push my boxers down.

I got up on one hand and started pushing them down. I barely had them clear of my cock, and my cock was being pulled to a wet pussy. The head being rubbed up and down to make sure I was lubed, then pulled a bit as she rolled her hips to me.

I wasn’t going to argue, I just slid slowly into a nice tight pussy. Three decent thrusts and I was balls deep in a smiling woman. A good hard fast thrust and she squeaked. A few more decent thrusts, and the cavewoman and caveman for act 2 came out. I was roaring as I fucked a willing pussy, and she was hollering for ‘more, harder, faster.’

We didn’t quite cum together. I tried holding off for a bit, but a screaming woman and a spasming pussy short-circuited that idea. By her second scream, I was unloading in her like I had in the shower. My vision going a bit dark as I put the last of my cum in her. Falling on her heaving chest while still trying to drive that last drop in her.

I managed to roll off of her, hearing Ruby grunt, groan, then gasp, before reaching for something to stuff between her legs. “God, I bet I look six months pregnant.”

I chuckled, then laughed.

I was swatted, but she joined me laughing.

We managed to get standing, pull something on, and stagger back out to the shower. The towels hadn’t dried much, and I grinned at her t-shirt clinging to her still damp tits.

Ruby rolled her eyes and huffed off to her tent. She came back in a few minutes with a duffel and tossed it in the truck. I sat back and watched her strip, dry, and pull her t-shirt back on. She was just damp enough to cling a little.

We talked, we cuddled, and I groped. She bemoaned the size of her chest, but I nibbled on her neck as I rolled her nipples so she was a bit distracted. I cupped and squeezed and played with them for most of the evening.

We watched a movie and crashed.

I woke in the middle of the night spooned behind Ruby with a raging hard-on. I had a thin t-shirt covered tit in one hand, and a bare ass cheek in the other with my fingers working toward her pussy. My fingers found a wet pussy.

I began slowly enjoying a wet pussy, slipping my fingers up and down between them, making the occasional jaunt to her clit eliciting a soft moan. The last moan wasn’t so soft, Ruby had woken up with my fingers playing with her pussy.

She moaned again, then rolled forward enough to reach into my boxers and pull me out through the flap. She held me against her and rolled back. I grabbed a hip as she lifted her knees and I slid into her.

We fucked rolling to and against each other laying on our sides until I filled her pussy, followed quickly by an equally spasming woman. We went back to sleep still coupled, me barely in her pussy but not wanting to be anywhere else.

I woke in the morning to one of the most wonderful sensations a guy can experience, a morning blow job. Well more like a morning motivation. Once Ruby knew I was awake and watching her, she took me in a few more times, then turned and presented her ass and pussy to me on hands and knees.

I rolled up behind her and slid in. Stopping fully enveloped in her, reveling in the feeling. A little squeeze said it wasn’t a parking place.

But unlike yesterday and last night, this was not a mad fucking frenzy. We took a much slower pace. I caressed her ass cheeks making her sigh, a slight trace of her rosebud made her clench and gasp before I was scowled at over her shoulder.

Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’d had a few girlfriends that didn’t mid a little playing, but no real anal sex so far.

So after a few more nice deep strokes in her pussy, and reaching forward to cup and cradle her tits, I managed to get her halfway upright so I could squeeze and play while I used those tits as hand holds to drive in deep.

It’s a good thing we were close to the generator and there were only a handful of people still here on the other side of the encampment. Tweaking a nipple during her orgasm brings out the screamer!

We managed to make it to the shower unnoticed.

By the time I was done checking into and out of the state net to officially shut down the exercise, we were the last ones here.

The shutdown and pack-up went about as expected. Ruby helped where she could, and having her guide me to back up the truck and generator to the tower trailer was immensely helpful.

We headed to the trailhead about twenty-five minutes away. Ruby started on the passenger side, then shifted against me, and then finally laid down on the seat on her back with her head on my thigh… and those mounds pointed straight up.

Now she did have a bra on with some thickness to it but thank God this was long before the ‘perfect curve’ padded and formed idiocy had taken hold. I slid my hand into her top and cupped her bra-covered tit making her snicker. But my thumb had hit the promised land, a front hook.

A little probing told me I had hit the jackpot. All too many of them were the actual front hook with the little hook tip. It was a two handed maneuver to open them, be it me or her.

But this was one of the new ones where when the two halves were put at ninety-degree angle to each other they slipped together or apart. For Ruby it was a two-handed on or off, but for me… YESSSS!!!!!

Ruby screeched, then cackled. “Pretty good at that are you?”

With three fingers I had pivoted it and slid it apart, then slid my hand in where the cup was and got a nice handful of tit. “Some booby prizes are really good.” I pushed the other cup aside inside her shirt and cupped that tit and rolled her nipple. The nipple rolling stopped whatever she was going to say short, I got a soft moan and sigh instead.

A few well timed squeezes and such got a few scowling looks as I interrupted whatever she was saying.

We discovered two interesting things when we got to the parking lot. The important thing was there is room on the passenger side of the truck for her to lean back and spread her legs for a nice decent pussy pounding fuck. The second I found funny, Ruby not so much. It seems she needs more practice hooking her bra back up without opening her shirt. It was sooooo terrible to watch her open her shirt, get her tits situated and the bra re-hooked, before buttoning her shirt back up.

She grinned but rolled her eyes when I said I’d just have to pop it loose on a regular basis so she could practice.

We exchanged information, address and phone numbers.

= = =

We kinda kept in touch over the next year and a half. She’d write, and I’d call. Then email came along. You know, ‘Screeeeech… You’ve got mail!’ We were at a couple of exercises together, and she spent her nights with me… and the door now had a lock on it!

Even lightly caressing her rosebud was off-limits, but trying to inhale her entire tit got her REAL wound up! Oh yeah, that close trimmed mound became a shaved bare mound. It was alternating grins and moans as I shaved it clean. It was to ‘encourage me to practice my pussy eating skills.’ A little nip at her clit every so often seemed to shorten those lessons for some reason.

We each went off to college, well Ruby did anyway. She went off for computer programming, I went to the local VoTech to get my master electrician certificate. I could get in a little over two years in school what would take more than ten if I went union and went through the apprentice / journeyman route. The comm truck and trailers were still parked at my folks’ place.

Not long after I got my own apartment, Ruby transferred to a local college and a few months later, probably with the strong help of my mom and her friend the landlady, Ruby got a large one bedroom apartment just down the hall from my small two bedroom.

I was dragging to class the first two weeks she was here. She had a month before hers started.

= = =

We have decided to become ‘permanent fuck buddies’. Neither mom is happy that neither marriage nor grandbabies are in the near future, but neither one of us is hot to trot for kids.

Ruby is now part of my group, and we are an item.

The secret of our shower was short lived, and I had to put in two more handheld shower units and another heat exchanger on the other side of the generator trailer. We almost ran out of water on the last fall exercise, and did on the spring, so we have ‘upgrades’ in the works. We found a six by six with a bad box at the spring giveaway, and it’s getting a slightly damaged U-haul box for the new comm shack, and the old comm truck will get an old water tank from a county truck.

The new truck will be configured for a ‘proper bed’ in the cab over… and the insulating egg crate foam on the walls also just happens to work well for sound deadening.

I came into ‘my’ apartment, we live in mine most of the time. My second bedroom is our closet, and her apartment is for our little parties and get-togethers. Well, that and if we need a third bed with dry sheets… “Damn that is fucking hot!”

It had taken me a while, but I finally managed to get Ruby to believe that her small pointed tits were hot. Most B cup bras were a bit loose, and A cups were a bit tight. I bought exclusively skimpy A cup bikinis for her. Imagine that!

But standing in front of me was a hot woman in a mid-thigh length skirt and a light gauzy shirt…. Sheer enough to let her nice brown nipples show through a little.