Chapter 11
They drove the rest of the day and finally stopped just inside the Arizona border. From here, it would be an easy drive the next day down to Tucson. Melissa was sorry to see the trip so close to being over. It had been a lot of fun for her. And it had given her a little extra money as well as getting her expenses paid out West.
"We're going to camp here tonight," John said. "I like the looks of the place a lot."
Melissa looked around and agreed. The mountains poked up high and proud to the east and a winding stream burbled down into the desert.
"Nice place. And we stopped just in time. The sun's going down."
"Yeah. I'll have Dawn and Pete fix supper. I'd like to, uh, talk a bit with you. In private."
Melissa caught the man's meaning. He knew the trip was almost over, too. She wondered how he would react. Would it be the big macho trip or would it be something else? It didn't really matter. Whichever way it was, the trip would be over tomorrow.
John came back and motioned her off into the stand of trees near the campsite.
They walked over and John took her hand. He pulled her around until they were facing. For a moment brown eyes stared into his jet-black ones, then their hps met. Tender at first, their kiss deepened and became passionate.
Their tongues began exchanging places. Melissa loved the way John's tongue darted in and out of her mouth. He could keep his tongue prick hard when he did it. She liked to think of it as having her face fucked.
John finally broke off the kiss and pulled Melissa further into the shadows. His hands restlessly roved over her body. The woman began to feel hotter and hotter for the man. She hoped he wasn't just copping one last feel, just to dump her. She needed him—badly.
She needed his cock inside her cunt. With a good, expert fucking, she might be able to last through the next day. But otherwise, well, she'd just have to exist miserable and horny.
"Melissa, I've been wanting to talk to you but never quite got around to it. Some things I don't say too well. And this is one of them."
Melissa looked at his strained face in the dimness. She thought she knew what he was trying to say. She decided to help him along. "You want to tell me you don't really love me, is that it?"
"Yes—no! I.. .oh, hell, I don't know what I mean. I love you, but it's not the same kind of love I have for Maureen."
"She's the mother of your children," Melissa murmured.
"Yeah, that's part of it. And she's, well, she's comfortable like an old shoe or a favorite shirt. That sounds awful crass, maybe even crude, but that's about it. She's been sick with the asthma but she says she's better. There's no doubt that Pete's a lot better since I got him out of that humidity and into a drier climate. You commented on how well he was getting along, remember?"
"Yes, John, I remember."
"Well, anyway, I don't want you to think I'm going to leave Maureen for you or anything like that. I love you but it's not that kind of love. And yet, it's not just the nonattachment of a one-night stand. I don't know how to put it."
"That's all right. Some things can't be put into words. This is one of them. I know how you feel. It's about the same way as I feel."
"Really?" His voice sounded eager.
"Yes. I knew this couldn't go on forever. You've got the kids to look after. And a wife. I hope you'll remember me after we get to Tucson but there's no bond other than mutual admiration between us. I sort of love you, but, you're right, it's not that kind of love." She sighed. It was hard saying it. She had enjoyed fucking him but she couldn't honestly say she loved John. In her mind, Melissa kept that separate from making love.
"But, John, we've still got a night left. Let's not waste it."
"I agree. Sort of a farewell party, just you and me."
"Just you and me." Melissa hesitated for a moment, then added, "Well, are you going to undress me or do I have to do it myself?"
John's fingers never fumbled or hesitated in the dark. He was more confident now that he'd talked this out with Melissa. She understood. She was one hell of a woman.
As her naked boobs flashed whitely in the dark, John felt his cock hardening. It was such a sight. The alabaster flesh of her tits seemed to have an inner glow. The dimness of the forest added to the mysterious beauty Melissa exuded. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. He took a boob into his mouth and began sucking.
Melissa sighed and leaned back. The feel of John's tongue on her nipple was exciting. As he sucked, the blood flowed faster and faster into her nipple. Soon, it was erect and throbbingly hard. When he began to gnaw on that nubbin of flesh, Melissa let out a low, heartfelt moan. Tiny fingers of delight surged into her chest.
Her lungs drew in the cool air but it felt like fire in her throat. She was getting aroused just having John's tongue rolling around on the tip of her tit. She arched her back and shoved even more of her tit into his mouth.
The jug was too big for the man to entirely take into his mouth. But it didn't matter to either of them. Trying was what excited them. Melissa felt the man's teeth lightly scoring the sides of her sloping cone. His tongue pressed firmly down into the pebble-hard nipple until it was mashed back down into the pillowy flesh underneath.
Melissa stroked John's black hair, guiding him in the motion she liked on her boobs. He obediently sucked in response. Three-quarters of the way down her tit, he couldn't take any more in.
He thrust her tit out of his mouth using his tongue, then started a long spiral down the snowy-white slope. He didn't miss a single inch of titflesh with his agile tongue.
The man's mouth worked lower. He found her navel. Instantly, his tongue flickered out again, diving deep into the depression on the middle of her smooth, silky-haired stomach.
Melissa was getting hotter.
She moaned out, "John, John! Enough of this. Fuck me! Get it into me right nooooow!"
He had worked still lower. His tongue flashed along the woman's cunt mound. She tried to heave her hips up and meet his tongue. She failed. But it did give John the chance to strip off her jeans.
Melissa ran the zipper down on the man's pants and snickered.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I was just thinking of another name for you. Jack the Zipper!"
"Bitch!" he snarled, then quickly stifled her laugh with his mouth.
Their bodies molded together. Melissa's legs spread, exposing her dewy snatch to John's hard prick. He was ready to go exploring the depths of the woman's body. She reached between his legs and guided his cock to her cunt.
John bounced up and down a couple times getting into position. This time, his entry wasn't the fast plunge he usually used. He entered her softly. His cock was oiled as it slid in one inch at a time.
Each inch was both agony and ecstasy for Melissa. Her pussylips flapped endlessly on the man's long shaft. She tried to grip down on his prick with her stomach muscles but there wasn't enough cock inside her yet.
She had to be content with the gentle entry that drove her wild with desire. He was taking his time. He wasn't rushing this. He was drawing it out so that she would remember this lovemaking for a long time. Melissa didn't know whether to thank or damn the man for it.
Her body screamed for wild, abandoned fucking. The huge cock had to be driven unmercifully fast into her cunt. She had to have cock. His nine-inch cock had to fuck her.
But John had other ideas. He was already a full five inches into the woman's trembling body. He reveled in the feeling of her cunt. Slimy, tight and hot. He could feel the soft walls rippling around his prick. John wiggled from side to side a little to make sure that Melissa knew there was more to come.
He succeeded in stirring her passions to the boiling point.
She clawed madly at his back, crying piteously, "In, John, in! All the way! Fuck me, oh, fuck meeee!"
The last three inches of cock was rammed home as hard as John could send it. The impact took away their breath. For a moment, they lay there locked in each other's arms, his cock resting firmly in her snatch. Then John began to rotate his hips.
He didn't pull out. He just started moving his cock around inside Melissa's humid cunt. John knew from the way her cuntal walls spasmodically clutched at him she was nearing orgasm. He wanted them both to come at the same time.
He held off his retreat for a moment until he was sure that Melissa was truly ready for a fine, rhythmic fucking.
John's cock slid out of her cunt as if it were on ball bearings. He halted when only the head of his cock remained inside the woman's pussy lips. He was having to exert a lot of control over his boiling balls now. They felt like they would explode at any moment.
John rocketed back into Melissa's cunt. He began fucking her with all the strength in his body. The tempo picked up until they were both carried off into the wilderness of carnal abandon.
After they had rested, they fucked again. And again. And still another time. It was late by the time they had returned to the camper and the peacefully sleeping children. Seeing the two kids so soundly asleep, John and Melissa fucked one last time.
Just so they wouldn't forget each other. And they didn't. Not for a long time.