Chapter 11

I am sure that I had enough for Meredith. I could have taken her as well as all the others.

But instead of fulfilling my goal, I drove north up the coast, then cut inland where I reported to the Forestry Division in the Sierras. Ready for work, for my summer alone.

During the four-day orientation classes, I was one of the most alert students. Most of the other lookout candidates were beginning to realize how lonely it was going to be up there in the mountains. The department said we would be visited approximately once a week by the pack train with supplies and we would be in easy radio contact with headquarters, but otherwise we would be on our own. Just us and the trees.

I had enough stored-up sensations to last the whole summer, but some of those guys came straight from their chaste girlfriends' arms and were already feeling a puffiness in the groin. My only regret was that Meredith was only in my imagination, not completely in my memory.

My tower, forty-seven, was almost a full day's hike from the nearest highway. Almost straight up into the mountains.

The tower stood on a level patch of rock at the crest of a ridge, its four legs bolted into huge cement blocks to hold it steady during the frequent electrical storms. I had a small one-room cabin among a pine grove where I could spend the nights except during storms when I would have to watch for lightning, but otherwise my home was a ten-by-ten room at the top of the tower, walled by glass with a catwalk around the outside. I had a 360 degree telescope, maps both geographic and geologic, also topographic and two state road maps. I had charts, diagrams, booklets of instructions. Directions on how to operate the radio, samples of dialogues with headquarters, how to report smoke, how to report a fire, how to report an accident to one of the summer hikers. However, tower duty was generally uneventful. Nothing was expected to happen all summer. I was a preventive-maintenance specialist. I might, at the most, get to report two or three instances of smoke that usually would turn out to be fog rising from the valleys and ravines stretching toward the Pacific. But if a major fire did break out along my portion of the line, my station would be critical and my job a key one, and in that event I must not fail.

I looked over my domain: Beaver Ridge stretched far down into a fine, pleasant valley; beyond it was Endicott Mountain. If I looked hard enough through my powerful telescope mounted in the tower, I could see my nearest neighbor, Tower Forty-Eight, standing on stilt legs on Endicott like a daddy long legs looking for its supper.

I saw no one for the first two weeks. Then, about the beginning of the third week, I saw my first hiker making his way across the old deer trail through Beaver Valley. I didn't see him again until he was rounding the crest of Harriman Slide, then he disappeared again. I waited half an hour, then started boiling coffee because I thought I would have a visitor. I wanted to talk to another human being, rather than to a radio filled with static. I hoped the hiker would not simply pause at the foot of the tower to yell up at me, "See any smoke?" and then trudge his happy way up the mountain.

When the hiker reached the open meadow at the edge of the timber and started the final climb toward the tower, I recognized him.

It was not him.

Meredith had tucked her blonde hair under her small hat. But if I hadn't recognized her without her hair, I should at least have recognized the long tanned legs. I studied her through the binoculars as I leaned on the catwalk railing. She wore hiking shorts and a long-sleeved but loose shirt. She carried a pack on her back. Heavy hiking shoes trudged one after the other up the slope. She was a good climber. She looked beautiful.

I saw her look up toward the tower. She paused, held her hand up for shade, but couldn't see me yet. I moved away from the wall so I would be outlined against the sky. I kept the glasses on her and waved. Her smile broke over her face then, fresher than I had seen it down below. Her hand shot into the air in a bright, joyful, bouncing wave. She was smiling as she came the final way up the bluff to the tower.

I waited for her at the top.

She took off her pack at the foot of the stairs. She laid her hat on the pack and shook out her long hair. She climbed up to meet me.

I turned the coffee water on so it would be fit to drink.

When she got to my little ten-by-ten office, surrounded by nothing but sky, she walked into my arms. She lay against my chest. Her climb had made her sweat a little and her forehead was damp. She smelled sweet and clean, like a healthy young girl. We kissed. Her hand touched my crotch and she felt the bulge at my Levis where my cock acknowledged her arrival. She gave me a tiny squeeze, then caressed me with the palm of her hand.

"Can you stay awhile?" I asked.

"Is a month long enough?"

"We'll see, in a month."

I gave her a tour of my office. Walked her around the cat walk. Showed her my terrain, my mountains. I pointed out the spots where I had first seen her crossing the Beaver Creek flats, then when I saw her again on Harriman Slide. I told her where she was when I recognized her. I told her how glad I was that she had come.

"I've been lonesome since you left," she said.

"How are the girls?"

"Fine. They all send their regards. They all want to buy hiking boots and come up here themselves. Would you mind?"

"I'd like that. But not yet. Not today, and maybe not next week. I'd like to get to know you, first"

Just before dark, we climbed down the long flight of stairs to the ground. I only had to spend nights in the tower during electrical storms: those nervous nights I had to keep watch for lightning and make notes of where it struck and in the morning I would have to check back or those spots to look for little signs of smoke, faint pencil lines spiraling into the sky. But, when the nights were clear and the stars bright, the nights were my own.

We lit the fireplace, which was built of stones and formed one wall of my cabin. My bed was along another wall and a table and portable stove stood against the other. The room was almost bare of furniture, but Meredith and I did not plan on using much of that. The cupboard was well stocked and we thought we could make it through a month sharing my rations. If not, Meredith said she would happily hike out and bring in something extra. "Like what," I asked.

She opened her pack and took out a nice fat steak that she had wrapped in tinfoil and packed in dry ice. Then she brought out two bottles of wine.

I kissed her mouth. We laid the bed on its side on the floor so we could lean against it to watch the fire. I piled big logs on and the flames shot up into the smoke chamber.

When the logs had burned low and we had used up about half of the first bottle of wine, I cooked the steak in the fireplace and we ate sitting cross-egged on the floor on my blanket When we finished, we cleared the dishes and lay down together after I piled more logs on the fire.

I took off my shoes and wriggled my toes in the warmth.

We talked about ourselves. Meredith told me how much she loved the mountains. She hiked every summer, sometimes as long as two months. And finally she told me about her lover, the boy in Alaska, about how she had wanted him so much, and how he at last made love to her one fine night on the beach with the Pacific Ocean roaring against the shore only a dozen feet from their squirming bodies. She said that when he came he cried. She made love to him again, and again he had cried. He had fled, then, taking the job in Alaska where it would be physically impossible to make love to a girl on a beach.

He had written to her that he was getting over his problems, that he had bedded three prostitutes in Anchorage and had not cried once. Meredith wrote back to him that she was glad he was working it out and wished him good fucking but that he should not plan on having her again when and if he came back to California. In his return letter he had said he understood, that he did not desire to come back even though he loved her, but that he would recover and was at that moment making last minute preparations for a trip to Fairbanks where he planned to see if those more-northern whores were as good as the ones in Anchorage. He added that Meredith should not feel that she had ruined him by seducing him, but should feel she had liberated him.

We were laughing at the end of her story. I knew there was only one thing she wanted at this moment One thing she needed.

I unbuttoned my Levis and took my longish prick out into the firelight

It was about half hard. Meredith looked at it lying along my blue-clad thigh, then she touched it with her fingers and lifted it so her cool palm caressed the underside, her fingers playing along the top. It began a slow, stead rise.

"When I watched you making out with the girls in the, car," she said, "I wanted you very much."

"Did you arrange that?" I moved my ass so more of my prick could stick out of my fly. "That was a nice place to hide, that Buick."

"I arranged it" she said. She traced one finger of her free hand around the swelling head of my prick. "I wanted you, but I wanted to teach you a lesson at the same time."

"Too bad Sheriff Anderson got there when he did." "You didn't get to fulfill your goal, did you? Bonnie told me."

"I was going to get even with the sheriff." "You got even with him. June will never be a virgin again."

"I did him a favor, then, really. I took his daughter for him, in a very nice way."

"At least she didn't have to fumble around the beach with an incompetent."

I kissed her lips quickly. "I met Anderson's wife while I was locked up. She seems nice, too."

"Bea is nice. The girls think she's lonely, though, a lot of the time."

"I'm glad I did them both a favor." June wasn't quite the favor I was remembering I had done for Bea.

Meredith pressed her palm against the crotch of my Levis. She felt my balls inside my pants. "Tim," she said. "I'm almost as bad as June was. Except for that time on the beach, I've never gone all the way with anybody. Oh, I've played around a little, I've touched guys and let them touch me. You can't go to drive-ins and not have that experience. But I've never gone all the way except that time."

"Meredith, you don't seem like the kind of girl who would hang back when you see what you want"

"I've never really seen what I wanted." She made a tentative dance up my hard cock with the tips of her fingers. "Until now."

The magic was there. The kind of air between us was what you feel when you know it is right, when the chemistry of the night blends with the rush of your blood to signal that everything is fine, there is plenty of time and space to take this girl, you can build up to what you want for both of you, and when it comes you can ease down from the heights and begin a long, wonderfully slow climb back up.

We finished talking, at last.

Meredith lay on her back while I untied her boot-strings and took off her boots. I rolled her ankle socks down and laid them neatly over her boots. Her feet were perfectly formed, her toes falling in graduated lines to the soft sides of her feet. I rubbed them, stroking up her ankles. Her legs were as smooth as silk. In the glow of the soft, flickering firelight, their tan color radiated health, well-being gentleness tinged with a trace of wildness. I imagined her feet resting on my ass and felt a rush of horniness that made me want to take her now, without waiting, just get inside her and fuck. I kissed both her knees. The rush passed over me.

Her mound was thick under her hiking shorts. My thumb and smallest finger brushed the bare insides of her thighs as my other fingers and palm pressed the mount of Venus between her legs. I rubbed down to her ass. I could feel the crack through the pants. Her cheeks were firm. I imagined her insides and how they would feel to my cock.

It was easy to unbutton her shirt. She let her fingers play in my hair as I undid first the top button and worked my way slowly down her front. I tugged her shirt tail out of her pants and unbuttoned the last one, then spread her shirt and looked again on her tits.

The fire cast a warm glow on them that I did not wait to dissipate with my shadow. I leaned over her side, breathed gently on them. They were warm from the fire, but her nipples felt cool as I sucked them between my lips. They stood on her tits-little warning flags that Meredith was ready. I slipped her shirt off her shoulders. As she sat up to let me take it off her arms, her tits filled out, rose from her chest with the fullness of her age. Most of the brown circle around the nipples had been sucked into the hard nipples when they began to rise. Her tits seemed more pointed than they had when she sat in my room. As Meredith lay back on her elbows, her tits quivered with just a slight movement, as though thousands of tiny nerve ends hovered there just below the surface of her skin.

She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me. I was already barefoot. She touched my nipples with her fingers, then kissed them. Her mouth was like an electric wand. Her tongue nipped each nipple. I kissed her mouth, 'then her neck, and back down her tits. While I kissed her nipples, she unbuckled my belt, brushing my hard-on with the back of her hand. She opened my pants so my balls were free. She stroked her hand down my stomach into my pubic hair, traced the end of her fingers around the root of my cock and into my balls. She held them in her palm.

I enjoyed very much having this beautiful blonde girl make love to me. I was enjoying making love to her. I kissed her eyes, her ears. I brushed her long shining hair off her neck and kissed her there, too. She ran her fingers up and down my back. She touched the top of my ass where it disappeared into my pants, then she slid that hand up my spine to my neck. She kissed my mouth, my week, my nipples. She touched my belly button, wrapped her hand around my cock and measured it with both her hands.

She excited me very much, lying there with me in nothing but her hiking shorts. The small movements of her legs rubbing together, stretched out toward the fire, reminded me of a cat that wanted to be petted.

An owl hooted outside. It was answered by another further up the ridge. We could hear soft wind murmuring gently through the tall pines. The room smelled sweetly of pine smoke and the beginnings of sex.

I took her pants off. I unfastened the snaps as she stretched out flat on her back. I ran my hands once behind her ass and felt her tight cheeks through the material then I eased them down off her hips. I kissed her belly button. It was stretched from the way she lay on her back with her arms resting on the mattress behind her head, her tits little mounds on her chest with those twin warning nipples standing straight up.

Raising herself on her heels, her ass tightened more as slipped her pants off her round cheeks. She wore nothing else.

Her bush was a thick triangle of curly, light-brown hair. I caught a glimpse of her cunt as she lifted her feet for me to take her pants off her ankles. It seemed to glisten with a bead of moisture down its vertical lip.

Before I touched it, I slipped my own pants the rest of the way off. I piled all our clothes in a heap beside Meredith's shoes. We could sort them out in the morning.

Like her girl friends at the car wash, Meredith was the kind you wanted to eat.

I parted her thighs with my hands. I touched her thick cunt hairs with my thumbs, then parted the wet glistening lips. The first part of me that got into her was my tongue.

It slipped down through her pink folds and then licked back up the middle and began a slow, methodical flicking of her clit.

I felt her body turn to reach my own. I moved my ass across the blanket, being careful to keep my tongue darting inside her. I felt her hands close around my cock and lift it to her mouth.

It was hard to concentrate. I devoted most of my attention to her cunt, but I definitely felt her breath on the head as she hovered over my penis a moment, her mouth open. Then she licked the end of her tongue across the tip and went down on it, her mouth closing around the nub, the entire head in her mouth. I felt her lips nibble slightly on the shaft as she got used to the size. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the head. She squeezed the shaft, her other hand fondling my balls.

I licked out to her cunt hair, then dove back into her slit, her juices slipping over my chin and mouth. I loved her odor, that of a girl ready for a cock, wanting it, needing and demanding and taking it. Her clit was as stiff as my cock. I flicked it with my tongue, up and down its hard, cone-like shaft, and her hips began pumping as if the might come.

She held my prick away from her lips. "Tim, come in my mouth. Please. Come in my mouth."

I think she wanted to get past any premature urgency on my part I did not think I would come too fast for her, bat I wanted to make her happy too. I knew we would have plenty of time in the next weeks for me to take her with all the deliberate, slow delights of drawn-out fucking. She had some urgencies of her own and I wanted, this time, only to please her.

I fucked her hard with my tongue. Her hand began pumping my dick, her other hand cradling my balls, stroking them with her fingers. She closed her mouth over the head again and began for the first time to suck. Her lips passed further down the shaft. She found she could take more of it than she had thought. She learned that she liked it. Her hand kept stroking my balls, her other hand pumping my cock. She sucked me. I did not try to wait. I wanted to please her and she had asked for something that I could easily give.

I began pumping my hips, easing my cock in and out of her mouth. She held the head with her lips and I slid back in on her saliva. I could hear her sucking.

I reached behind her hips and spread her ass. I drove my tongue long and hard into her cunt and held it there like it was a prick in orgasm. I dashed its tip back and forth against her clit, down to her widening hole. She seemed to open further for me, to spread as if something was shoving into her. Her thighs gripped my face, buried my nose in the bottom of her cunt. She flowed over my mouth and I drank her, licked her up with my tongue while my hips began thrashing involuntarily, fucking into her mouth as she clung to me with her lips and gums and kept sucking with her mouth, stroking with her hand, until I felt like breaking and I let it break.

I filled her mouth as full as she filled mine. And before my cock could even begin to subside, or the fresh hot tingling leave the head, I pulled it away from her mouth and replaced it with my tongue and slid my cock in where my tongue had just been.

It slid in fast and easy. Her hips came up to meet me. The head felt like it crashed against the top of her cunt, it was so sensitive. Meredith's orgasms had not left her body and she gave me some of my own come off her tongue and threw her cunt up to meet my crotch. Her legs began pumping hard. She kept riding it. Moans flowed through her mouth into mine, kept going down to my ass and giving it more force to keep humping my dick into her.

It swelled again as it slid in and out along Meredith's slick cunt walls, as it plunged far up into her and came back nearly all the way. Once I hung there, suspended, my cock almost all the way out of her except the head, and she lifted herself to fuck herself on my cock, pumped her cunt back and forth on it until I lowered myself again and took charge, moving now in a figure 8, then diving in from the side and swapping quickly to the other side. I lifted her ass with both hands and plunged far up into her and held it there while my orgasm seemed to hover over my shoulder, settle almost in my ass, but not quite in my balls yet. Meredith kept coming, waves crashing inside her body, inside her cunt, rippling along the stiff shaft of my body, nipping the head and trying to suck it further inside her hot wriggling frame.

When she began to subside, to settle down for a long fuck, I lay her back on the blanket. I slid one leg outside of her and fucked that way, rubbing all of her mound with mine, my balls bumping her thigh.

I held her at arm's length, my hands squeezing her tits, flicking her nipples. Her head lay pillowed in her own long blond hair. Her face watched me as I worked over her body, her eyes half-closed. Her mouth, which had so recently pulled my come out of my balls, lay open, her bright teeth shining, reflecting the warm firelight

"Tim," she sighed softly, "your prick is so long. It is so hard. So big. I love it Tim. Oh, it's just what I dreamed it would be."

"I want you to have all of it I want it all in you. I want to come in you as hard as I came in your mouth. I want to shoot up in your cunt until it runs out all over both of us."

She clutched my balls and held them against her leg. "Oh, yes, yeesss, I want it, too. I want all of it"

My cock felt like it was a foot long. It felt like it reached all the way through her body, that the head was caressing her brain. It felt as big around as my fist

I lay between her legs again. I spread my knees, forcing her thighs further apart. Her heels touched the top of my ass. Her thighs rose and fell along my hips. Holding myself on the palms of my hands, I lifted myself on my knees and threw my cock in and out of her, slipped it thick and shining and throbbing in and out of her slippery cunt. Her cunt tried with all of its muscles to hold me inside her, but could not grip my long shaft rippled along it instead sending shivers of delight down to my asshole, finally into my balls.

I felt it coming again.

I placed my mouth over her lips. I licked her teeth. I whispered, "Are you ready?"

She nodded her head, her arms gripping me, her fingers clinging to my shoulder blades. Her cunt muscles grabbed at my slippery cock. When she felt me swelling inside her, she moved her hands quickly down my backbone where she grabbed the cheeks of my ass and tugged me up tight against her.

I fucked fast back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her cunt, my cock gorging itself, spreading, getting longer and thicker. She threw her cunt up to meet my downward thrusts as my come gathered to burst out.

When she broke over herself, thrust her cunt up to meet me and held it there, thrusting and wriggling up against my crotch, I burst open and gushed spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt I wrapped her in my arms, held her tight, and kept coming until my spasms passed from my heels along my thighs to my ass and up my backbone, my cock spitting my spasms into Meredith's yearning, holding, coming cunt

We finished the first bottle of wine and fucked twice more before we slept. In the morning we fucked once before breakfast once after breakfast and when we climbed into the tower we did it there, too, just so we would feel more comfortable around the place.

The next week the pack supplier came by with his string and dropped off my groceries. I sent a letter out with him, addressed to Bonnie, inviting the girls to join Meredith and me the following week for a few days in the mountains. Before they got there, an electrical storm struck one night and Meredith and I spent the dark, nervous hours together in the tower watching for lightning hits. In the early dawn, with the storm breaking up and our tower surrounded in mist as if we were floating in clouds, she blew me while we stood outside on the catwalk. I took her inside and fucked her in the mouth, the cunt, and in her ass. When I came, my semen spurting far up her rear and that clenched me so tight I had eight fingers in her cunt and my mouth was fastened to the back of her neck as if I was a mountain lion bringing down a deer.

After the weather dried out we watched the girls hiking across the Beaver Valley flats, up across Harriman Slide, and up the meadow. They all waved to us and Meredith jumped up and down on the catwalk with pleasure at seeing her friends.

Meredith assigned me as reception-committee-of-one.

I stood stark, bareass naked at the top of the stairs. As the girls came past me into the tenbyten glasswalled room at the top of the tower, they each leaned over and gave my hard cock a kiss and a suck. Each in turn, one after the other, sucked its head into her sweet, pearl shaped mouth.

First Kathy, her heavy tits proud in her sweaty T-shirt

Then Astra, her guitar slung on her back, her long brown hair hanging almost to her slim ass.

Then June, her green eyes looking eagerly up to me to see how I liked having her mouth on me again.

Then Bonnie, holding her bleached hair back with both hands, sucking more of me into her mouth and holding me just a little longer than the others.

Then Anne with her short-cropped hair, her perfect little legs and tits and her tight ass that I remembered so well.

Finally Meredith, Meredith ...