Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 6
The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy the telling and the tale.
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"But the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky, The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby, Rocky mountain high..."
...click...
"Spent the last year, Rocky Mountain Way, Couldn't get much higher, Out to pasture, Think it's safe to say, Time to open fire, And we don't need the ladies, Crying 'cuz the stories' sad, 'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way, Is better than the way we had..."
"There, that's one I wanted." Amy was in charge of the music today and doing a damn fine job. She'd become quite adept at finding the next right song on the iPod, whether it was "road" music for hard driving or "scenic vista" music for taking in our remarkable surroundings. She'd already discovered that my music wasn't on the iPod and I explained to her that when I'm driving, I want anything but my songs or my voice or even my art. I need different voices to spur my creativity whereby to paint movies in my head. I explained this patiently as part of my "process" and she clearly understood, although I wondered if I was able to accurately clarify how that 'process' worked.
The last few days have been wonderful. We are all in sync and it felt right. We'd spent an extra day with Stevie and Sally mostly preparing and packing. Santo knew we were getting ready to take to the road again and clearly, he was of a mixed mind. One one hand, his walks in the fields and trails had become longer, on the other, he was already moved into his favorite sleeping spot in the RV. I also spent a good part of that day explaining the RV and all it's features and intricacies and she picked up on everything very quickly. Her natural enthusiasm was heartening.
We spent a while going over our itinerary. Should we go to Santa Fe? Or down through Arches to Monument Valley?
"I really have to go to Monument Valley I have to stand there and in my best John Wayne say, 'That'll be the day!' I'm serious."
"Such a ham! I want to hit Route 66. And I want to go to Taos and Santa Fe."
"That's cool. I want to see Bandolier." I liked how these things worked out. It was obvious that we were on the same page. It was also great that she could read a map!
Finally, since time was no object, we worked up a plan. From Aspen, we'd head down through the mountains to Taos (Bandolier Park)) and Santa Fe, then back up North to Mesa Verde, then west to Monument Valley and Lake Powell, south to Grand Canyon, catch Route 66 near Seligman and ride it to Kingman, from there we'd go into the Mohave to Needles, south to Lake Havasu City and catch I-10 to Palm Springs. It seemed ambitious but, hell, when would we ever do this again, you know?
"Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow, You will feel all you need to know, Be open eyed and open up wide, Come on, let it go, Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow, Oh, it feels so good it feels so good..."
So here we are having left Mesa Verde Park and, after Bandolier, having a pretty decent knowledge of cliff dwellings. The road has been mesmerizing, the panoramas are devastating. We have frequently stopped just to gaze at snow-capped mountains off in the distance or sometimes to see canyons, gulches and ravines just off the road. Once we stopped to see some wild horses grazing and drinking lake water. If we dig it, we stop. We had fun in Great Sands Park, in Taos (where Amy shopped), in Bandolier (where we had some healthy exercise climbing around those amazing dwellings), in Santa Fe (where Amy shopped. To be fair, I shopped my share, too. In Taos, While she was strolling through shops, I saw an impressive turquoise bracelet with a large #8 stone. I had to buy it for her. I just had to.)
Mesa Verde gave me more healthy exercise and now I'm done with that. I need a hot tub and a message. Amy has been very involved with the computer. Besides mapping us, she's also been locating cool rest stops as well as making reservations. She's also been all over the web site for the adult spa resort in Palm Springs reading all the features and spa services and how it looks so great. But right now, we're on our way to Monument Valley and she's located a campground with a grand view of the valley. Although we'll get there at night, it'll be a helluva sight to wake up to, that's for sure. We should be there in about a half hour or so.
We haven't been hungry what with all the amazing dishes filling the fridge. Between George's box o' barbeque from The Woody Creek Tavern and the box put together by Sal and Stevie, it's been a moveable feast. We still have a few bottles of wine and plenty of dope so that's good. Amy has taken to the RV and when we pull over to sleep, she's right there pulling out the sides and dropping the awning. We've kept pretty much to ourselves mostly telling each other our histories, the happy and the painful. Our intimacy level is deepening every day and we find ourselves enjoying the little moments. Santo has taken to her in a big way, often curled by her feet. Earlier today, he licked her hand for no reason at all. Love is infectious.
Sex in the RV has been fun, too. Still, it's our little intimacies I enjoy the most. Amy is saving water so we shower together in the small enclosure. Each shower is a very tight fit in so many ways. Last night, when we got into bed, we were both frisky. We'd already fucked several hours before after we'd pulled into a deserted rest stop for lunch. It was a distance from the main road and Santo didn't like the dust. Amy and I stood outside and stared at the mountains. I couldn't resist and I started feeling her up. We ended up doing it standing up against the RV. We finished just in time as another camper pulled in. We drove off singing "Why Don't We Do It In The Road?" But last night, we were high and silly. Amy sat across from me and we masturbated for each other. It was not only fun but educational as she taught me how she likes to bring herself off. I took mental notes. It excited her to have me so observant and when she came, it was beautiful. She then lay on her stomach and had a bird's eye view of me wanking. As I shot ropes into the air, some landed on my stomach and some on the bed. She cleaned me and we fell off to sleep in each other's arms. In the morning, I remarked that last night was amazing.
"I was surprised that although we messed up the bed by cumming all over it, it didn't bother you. My ex would have changed the sheets and showered first. She would have taken a cloth, soaked it in cold water and, much to disgust, wiped me off with it. I'm very pleased that you didn't do any of that."
"No, I didn't mind at all. I liked up being sticky and then sleeping glued together. I made me feel closer to you in an earthier, more primitive way. Kind of like fucking in a cave...where they certainly didn't change the sheets!"
What an ace woman. On our way out of Mesa Verde, she crawled next to me and blew me while I drove. That was exiting and I had to pull over when I blew my load down her throat. It made me wild when she reached into her shorts and smeared my face with her juices.
We pulled into the lodge and the dark sky was a scene to behold. The moon lit some of the mesas and buttes in the valley and it took on an otherworldly atmosphere. We pulled into a pad away from the road and up against the valley. After setting up the RV and giving Santo his exercise, we put on bathing suits and headed off to the indoor pool for a relaxing dip. The campgrounds was fairly empty and so the pool was deserted. We swam long leisurely laps in the warm water. The adjacent hot tub was nice and hot when we stepped into it. Amy began to rub my back and massage my spine. I was drifting into heaven when another couple entered the pool. They were younger than us and very cute - a perky pair. Amy and I whispered that they were newlyweds, what great tits she had and how tight his Speedo was. After a while, they came over to the hot tub and stood at the edge.
"Do you mind if we join you?"
"Of course not, it's nice and hot."
They slid into the tub modestly as he turned to hide his erection which was clearly outlined in his tight suit. Amy and I shared a private smile as she started to massage my legs.
"You'll excuse me while I smooth out the driver," she said to them, "his muscles are tight. But I see that's something that's going around."
A titter of laughter came from them but he was turning bright red.
"So, how long you two married?"
"One week!" she said as Amy and I high-fived each other.
"Where from?"
"Manor, Texas...it's just outside of Austin. And you?"
"Oh, we're not married...we just live in glorious sin," Amy added her droll comment, "and we're not from anyplace, really...at least, not any more."
"Oh, Amy, leave them alone. They're just kids. We're Amy and Davy and we left Aspen a few days ago and we're on an extended vacation. We feel like newlyweds, though, and like you, we're exploring the country and each other."
"Yes," Amy said, "I'm just feeling frisky and in love with my man." She began to massage my arms and my hands.
"We've always wanted to do this trip and I'm loving this honeymoon," she said, "I'm in love with my man, too. I'd love to travel and see lots of places and this is a good start."
"Indeed it is," I added. Amy now sat on my lap facing me as she worked on my shoulders and neck. I reached over and fondled her breasts. She reacted by rubbing her ass against my cock. The other couple was discreetly watching us and I saw her reach down, obviously rubbing his cock under the bubbles. They began to kiss.
Amy pushed her breasts against my face. Her top was small but she unclasped it and tossed it on the side.
"I hope you don't mind if I'm topless," she said turning her head to the newlyweds. They were too busy with each other and just moaned and nodded. Amy turned to me, "They don't seem to mind." She leaned into me and we began to kiss, too. I slipped my finger into her thong and began to play with her clit. She squirmed and moved away from me. Turning to the other couple, he had pulled her top down and was fondling her large pink nipple, she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you and best of luck. I hope you stay married 100 years but we have to go back to the RV and fuck. Com'n, Davy."
They looked at us and smiled as we left the tub. They never batted an eye as they turned back to each other. Amy and I quickly danced back to the RV and found ourselves in bed. She flopped down and said, "Do me. big boy!" I mocked a growl and ripped off her thong. I jumped down on her and began to forcibly lick her moist pussy. I chewed on it, I nibbled, I sucked her prominent clit between my lips, I blew on it and licked it again and again. Amy was thrashing her hands around and grabbing at her nipples. I pinned her legs apart as a means of self-protection or she might have squeezed my head off. I buried my face into her as her panting became more intense. I moved my tongue around her clit just the way she showed me the night before. That kicked her orgasm into high gear and she began to shake and buck. As her orgasm was peaking, I tossed off my suit and threw myself onto her, piercing her canal with my hard and throbbing gristle. She groaned and gasped as I pounded her. I slowed myself and moved into long and slow, all-the-way-out-and-all-the-way-in strokes, pushing into her as deep as I could. This caused her to grunt with each stroke. It was when her hips picked up the beat that I picked up mine. Her nipples stood erect just below my face and I was tempted to lean down and suck one but my eyes were glued to her fingers pulling at them. She looked so wanton and deep in lust. The suction of her vaginal muscles pulling at me combined with the blissful look in her eyes set me off. "Give it to me, give me your cum...oh, your cock...yes...I love you cock...give me you cock." Her quaking hips and her pelvis pushing up against me was all I could take and my cream painted her walls. She came a moment later, pinching her nipples and with her eyes closed, smiling up at me. I leaned down and kissed her. I lay down atop her breasts and we proceeded to kiss for a very long while until I rolled onto her side. We fell asleep with her fingers in my hair.
When morning broke, we awoke to the sight of Monument Valley right out the windshield. We were both stunned and speechless. It looked better than in any John Ford film and that's really saying something.
"This is great. Last night was better but this is great!" Amy stuck her tongue into her cheek.
"Ok, so let's go do it right there," I said pointing toward an iconic rock formation, "You game?"
"I am if you are."
The truth is that neither of us were willing to offend all the families and tourists milling about and getting all that sand into our private parts did not seem appealing either. The awe one feels in Monument Valley overpowers every other sensation of thought. The shadows playing along the rock hills change the scenery and the dimensions from moment to moment. My mind whirled with snatches of lyrics. Amy sensed this and commented to me that I should keep them in my head as she had some, too.
Monument Valley was everything I'd always imagined it to be and I loved being there. My greatest thrill was to stick my face into a cut-out figure of John Wayne in his most iconic Ethan Edwards pose. Amy snapped the picture and it now adorns my facebook profile.
It was time to move on to Glen Canyon, Lake Powell and then Grand Canyon but after surveying the map, there was no direct route and the trip was not only circuitous but also the roads were not well paved so we decided to head down into Arizona to Canyon de Chelly, then to the Petrified Forest where we could pick up Route 66 and take that to the Grand Canyon. Why not?
It was another great ride into more ruins and cliff dwellings. We were in Navajo territory and I was in search of a blanket. We stopped for a late lunch near a trading post and I found what I was looking for. I bought two, one was smaller and fit Santo's bed. We walked for a while in the dry and dusty air and then the road led us into the Painted Desert. This place was a big "Wow"; visually it was an artist's palette. As I drove along, I imagined myself in the nineteenth century, riding a horse through this land. It was my childhood cowboy fantasy returning to my consciousness all these years later. This memory became snatches of lyrics. I quoted them to Amy and she entered them into my journal. She also worked on them and it made for an easy collaboration, almost like doing a crossword puzzle together.
At one scenic overlook, she asked me to pull over. With the Painted Desert before us, she said that she had an urge to make out but not fuck, just make out. That seemed like a good idea to me and for about a half hour, we kissed and necked and cuddled and felt each other up and acted like kids.
"My panties are all damp now and you have a hard-on. Wanna save it for later? We have a couple of hours until we get to our next campsite and darkness is coming on. It's your call, pard'ner."
"I say we roll a doober and hit the road again. If you'll be so kind as to feed me some of your dripping pussy excretions now and then, I'll be a happy man."
"You're on."
We headed for Route 40 and Route 66 all giggly and silly. Amy dipped her fingers into her pussy and let me lick them off. She rubbed her fingers around my nostrils and her scent made the miles fly. She did that a few times.
"And It Stoned Me to my soul, Stoned me just like old jelly roll, And It Stoned Me."
Damn, this woman knew how to pick the right tunes.
We pulled into a dreary campgrounds just outside of the Petrified Forest. The sights along the road might the park enticing. We figured that we'd split the campgrounds early, do the park and head north on Route 66. We set up the RV for the night and closed ourselves in. A light wind had picked up and it looked like rain - a perfect night to be alone with each other.
"I want to make us a nice dinner tonight and maybe watch a movie," Amy opined.
"Ok with me but I want to fuck you silly. I think I'm still hard from earlier."
"Good, because I'll still wet and sticky. What are you doing right now?"
She straddled my lap and we began making out again. The RV started to rock but I think the wind had picked up and sure enough, it a few minutes, it was raining buckets. It didn't matter to us, we were in another world entirely.
"Amy, I love the way you kiss me. I get lost in them."
"Yeah, Davy, we kiss well. My mind blanks out. I like it a lot."
I kissed her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe. I nuzzled her neck. She stroked my hair and kissed my eyelids. Our mouths connected into light kisses, then licks and finally deep tongue and spit-swapping.
She whispered in my ear, "Davy, I'm so crazy about you...I've never felt like this before...last night was so good for me, my mind blanked and all I could feel was my love for you...it's more than sex, it's emotional...it's total. When we start to perspire, I feel like we're even exchanging fluids in another way. I feel like a sponge, soaking you in. Does that make any sense at all?"
Her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled off her t-shirt and unsnapped her bra. She brushed her breast along my chest hair.
"It feels so good...your hair against my nipples..."
I kissed her forehead. "Amy, I have not been this happy in so many years that I can't count them. As I drive, I think about us...I think about finding my soulmate...I am amazed, delighted and I can't believe I'm babbling..."
"Yes, that's the word...but I know what you mean."
"I think to myself that this could just be the first blush of romance but I know that it's far deeper than that. When we make love, my mind blanks out, too. I'm never the spectator..."
"Oh, yes, good point. Me neither."
"...I'm so in the moment with you. I feel that when we're driving. I felt that today when we were gazing at Spider Rock and then again in the desert. I feel whole." She pulled my pants down and pulled off her panties but her gaze never left my eyes as she followed my every word.
"I've been having this cowgirl fantasy all day and now I want to fulfill it. I want to ride you."
I lay back on the couch as she mounted me. Slowly and carefully, she rocked back and forth. She pulled my arms up and placed them on one breast. She held my wrists together. "I need the reins."
"You know, I've been having these cowboy fantasies all day, too, but I never thought I'd be the horse! I like it. Ride me, Annie Oakley."
She did. She said, "An easy trot" and started to slip up and down with a loping feel. I closed my eyes and let her fantasy wash over me. "Chick-chick", she said and picked it up to a canter. My knees slipped up to enable the rhythm and she pushed lower. My hands held her breasts as they began to bounce. I became her bra. I don't normally cum easily when I'm in this position, instead I stay hard longer, much to her delight. I heard squishy sounds as she rode me and I knew she was into her fantasy and enjoying it.
"Yes, my stallion...yes, my stud."
The RV was rocking as she started to cum and her fluid washed me. I started in to buck and toss her around and we were in a full gallop. She pulled at my arms trying to control the ride but this horse was moving. She cried out and pulled my arms up. I pushed my loins up to meet her. I felt her vagina tremor while it gushed. Finally, she wrapped my arms around her and lay down.
"What a ride. You're a good mount. You'll get an extra bag of oats tonight."
We lay for a few minutes until she regained her strength and then she dismounted me and told me to stand up.
"You are my master. I want to please you."
I did as I was told and she kneeled in front of me. Licking and sucking me, she murmured that she tasted goo. I liked that. She gave me a masterful blow job, holding my sac in one hand and twist-stroking my cock with the other while she gobbled on the head. In a very short time, my knees were buckling and I was shooting into her mouth. Pushing me back onto the couch, she slipped back onto me and then kissed me with her mouth full of cum. We snowballed it back and forth until it salivated away. While I was never a great fan of snowballing, we seemed to do it a lot and I really didn't seem to mind. It was another exotic way to exchange love.
"I love you, Davy Harper. You make me feel so free. There is nothing we can't do...together. It's freaking me out!"
"I love you, too, Amy Beiler. You make me whole. My life has begun again. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. It was luck and fate and Stevie and Sally and music and Aspen that brought us together. Let's thank a higher power."
We lay together in absolute bliss until she suggested that we shower off all the dust from our "horsing around." Naturally, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
"I've worked up quite an appetite. How 'bout you? I'm going to fix us some grub from the chuck wagon."
"Great. I'm going to check the web."
I turned up the tunes and sat down while she puttered in the galley.
"One Love. One heart. "Let's get together and feel all right, As it was in the beginning (One Love) So shall it be in the end (One Heart) Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right..."
She began to dance to the reggae beat and her good humor was infectious. I logged on to check my mail and was surprised by the amount of messages. My niece was sorry she missed me but she was still back east. My buddies were sorry they missed me but they were on the road. They suggested I keep an eye on their schedule in case our paths crossed. Sally and Stevie sent several crude messages (with some of our private pictures attached) but it was the last one that grabbed me. It read, "Want your mind blown. Check out this video on YouTube." I clicked on the link and yelled out, "Holy Shit! Amy, come here!"
We watched the screen as "In The Key Of Me" played. Someone in the Woody Creek Tavern audience had videotaped the performance and put it up on YouTube and there we were on the web. Even more astonishing were the 5000 hits the video had received in the few days since it had gone up.
"Look at that!"
"Don't we sound good?"
"What a nice vibe."
"I'll be damned! I'm so surprised that anybody cares enough to watch it."
"Why not? There are lots of people who remember you...and who want to hear new music."
"Well, I'll be damned!"
The comments under the video were all so positive and encouraging. It was a gift. I saved the link and wrote back to Stevie just how surprised we were to see it. I was glad that the event was saved for posterity.
I went back to my email. My kids, Emma and Emily, wrote that they loved the song and the video. My bastard publisher - at least the publisher that now retained my rights - wrote me that we should talk. A couple of record company suits emailed me that we should talk. Even my old prick of a manager emailed me that we should get together and that he had some offers. "Fat fucking chance," I thought out loud recalling how he sold me down the river once before. Jimmy emailed me telling me what a great time he had at the show and not to do anything with anybody until I talked to him. He told me to call him if and when I got to L.A. I forwarded these letters to Danny as I knew he would want to deal with some of those who now wanted another piece of me.
Jimmy also said that I was lucky to have hooked up with Amy and that we looked great together, much to the envy of half the males of Aspen. Amy got a kick out of that. There were several other emails from friends and one more that caught me. It read, "Davy, you probably don't remember me but I worked as your roadie back in the day. I work for Letterman these days and both of us would like to talk you into appearing on Late Night and Craig Ferguson's show. Please give me a call."
"Are you going to take them up on it?"
"Maybe. First, I intend to talk to Jimmy...and Stevie. I'm thinking of heading to L.A. after Palm Springs. I'd like to try to hustle my publisher, that fuckhead. I'd also like to wrestle all my rights away from those pricks at Warner Brothers. We'll see what happens. Danny will get back to me on all of these issues. He wants their ass, too." I clicked on the YouTube link again and, with all due shock and awe, we watched the video again.
"I like the fact that you are in the spotlight with me, A. Looks like you're upstaging me. But I don't mind, you look so badass and it's a good way to remember the video. I can see people emailing the link to their friends and telling them to check out the amazing babe."
"Oh, bullshit."
"And speaking of that, I think I'll roll some...but first..."
I got up from the table and crept behind her. I lifted her robe and licked her asshole. She shook her fanny in my face and brushed me away.
"As Richard Brautigan once wrote, 'I'd walk barefoot through one hundred miles of deep snow just to stand in your shit.'"
"Oh, Davy. You say the sweetest things."
While she cooked, I sat down and started to write. "Standing in the desert, feeling so small in the great shape of things/ There's a cowgirl right next to me and she's thinking that, too/ We hold hands and we knew that it is true./ Blessed be the canyons and the earth so vast and we're breathless/ Blessed be the hills and the earth so vast and we're speechless/ Blessed be our love and it's so vast and we're wholeness."
Eh! I flipped to another page. "Riding down the highway/ Feeling like a cowboy/ Enjoying every day/ Filling it with joy." Double eh!
"Dinner is on. Come and get it."
"Yee haw"
I popped a bottle of the grape and poured out two glasses. Amy placed two plates down and it looked delish. She'd heated up some of Sally's coulis, some of George's salmon filets and some black beans. We enjoyed the dinner. More important, we just enjoyed being together. For Santo, she fixed up a bowl with leftovers (except, thank God, for the beans) and he was quite happy, too. After dinner, he happily let us scratch his belly.
As we cleared the table and washed the dishes, the wind and rain had picked up again. "It's a good night to curl up and watch a movie," she said, "let's see what's available."
She went through the box of dvds..."Hmmm...porn, porn, more porn - looks interesting but not for tonight...of course, The Searchers...Spinal Tap...The Royal Tannenbaums...Time After Time...with Mary Steenburgen...I never saw that. I loved the book. Yes, that's tonight's feature...a good chick-flick."
I made a face but she knew I was kidding. I loved the book and I liked the movie, too. While romantic and sometimes even sappy, the premise held a place in my soul and anyway, being a sappy romantic with Amy was a good thing. We snuggled together and watched the film together and while I admit that my eyes watered, Amy really cried.
"Okay, now can we watch The Searchers?" Smack!
The wind and the rain had moved on. I took Santo out for his last walk of the day and was struck by the unearthly quiet. Truly a lack of sound surrounded me and I felt the stillness. I tried to make as little sound as I could in order to hear something, anything at all but there was no sound. I'd never heard quiet like that. Sometimes you can hear the waves lapping or the leaves rustling or even peepers off in the distance but this was different - a total absence of sound. I looked at the sky and it was overcast and dark. I quietly turned back to the RV so as not to disturb the air. When I got back, Amy was asleep and I sat down at the table and wrote this:
"There is no sound in the air tonight, Not a breath nor a sigh, A stillness in the air, That covers the sky
My love is fast asleep, She smiles in dreams, She doesn't care the sound has dropped, She doesn't know the world has stopped, She smiles in dreams.
Everything is deadly still, The desert blows no dust, While cars continue to rust, And Wall Street may go bust, Still, it's silent and still I wonder why (there is), A stillness in the air, That covers the sky.
My love is fast asleep, She smiles in dreams, She doesn't care the sound has dropped, She doesn't know the world has stopped, She smiles in dreams. Smiling happily in dreams, She smiles in dreams."
I didn't know where this was going. I think I wanted to make it more eerie. I wanted to create a feeling that the silence was disquieting. But for the moment, I decided to sleep on it so I left my book on the table and crawled into bed next to Amy. She let out a happy sound and rolled over, draping her arm cross my chest. It was the first sound I'd heard in a while and it made me smile. I knew I'd have to remember that feeling for my song.
In the morning, I felt Amy leave the bed and in my semi-slumber, I heard her puttering in the bathroom and then in the kitchen. I started to rouse myself. I remembered that we wanted to drive through Arizona today but I was soooo comfortable. After a few minutes, I got up and went about my morning routine. I walked into the galley where a cup of coffee was waiting for me. Amy, with pen in hand was writing.
"Good morning, handsome," she smiled, "I hope you don't mind but I saw your song here and I'm playing with it. Is that cool or did I cross the line?"
"No, it's very cool, gorgeous. What'cha got?"
"I changed a few things. Here, look."
Coffee does it for me in the morning and the first sip cleared my head. I looked at her notes.
"There is nothing in the air tonight, Not a breath nor a sigh, A stillness in the air that pervades the sky.
My love is fast asleep, She dreams, She smiles She doesn't care that all sound has stopped, She doesn't know that the world has stopped, She doesn't care if all time has stopped, Is it all the way it seems? Smiling in Dreams?
The desert blows no dust, While cars continue to rust, And Wall Street may go bust, Still, it's silent and still I wonder why (there is), A stillness in the air, That covers the sky.
Lying down next to her, I hear her softly breathing, She touches me and coos, And all the world is filled, With the only sound that matters.
My love is fast asleep, She smiles, she dreams, She smiles, she dreams, Smiling happily in dreams, She smiles in dreams."
"I know it doesn't really scan yet. I figured we can play with it."
"Yeah, well I like what you did...parts flow better...I'm not really crazy about the 'Is it all the way it seems?' line, though...but the last bit is a killer and I'll tell you why. Last night, after I wrote this - and, by the way, it was very eerie outside when I walked Santo - when I got into bed, you rolled over and cooed. It was the first sound I'd heard since the walk and I thought to myself that it was the only sound that mattered because it filled my heart. It eased me away from the eerieness. I told myself to remember to write it into the song...and here, you did it for me. Uncanny! But let me slightly change that to..."
Lying next to her, I hear her softly breathing, Her lips gently part, She touches me and coos, She touches my heart, And all the world is filled, With the only sound that matters."
"Better but not there yet."
Amy's face filled with a wide grin, "I love you, Davy Harper. You touch my heart."
I kissed her and placed my hand over her heart. "...and your tits and all the other good parts, too."
"Well, that's it. You just love me for the amazing sex we have. Gimme back your dick - it's mine now!"
"Has been since we met!"
We laughed while we finished our coffee and she took Santo out while I tightened up the RV. On our way out, I refilled the water tank and flushed the other tanks. I checked the radiator level and the other fluids and made a note to pull into a dealership because I noticed a lot of dust in the engine. We headed right over to the Petrified Forest and spent a couple of hours checking out the beautifully colorful stone logs. Again, I got the feeling that this terrain was otherworldly. Back in the material world, at the gift shop, I bought her a tacky petrified pendent.
As we left the park, she put the pendent on and the turquoise bracelet. "Are you going to buy me all new jewelry on this trip?"
"Maybe. But I think that today, we're going to buy lots of chachkes on Route 66." She slipped her tongue into my ear.
We picked up Route 66 right away but it seemed to begin and end in fits and starts. We passed the Tepee Motel and some silly looking dinosaurs. We pulled into the Jack Rabbit Trading Post and looked at all the kitschy shit for sale. And we bought some. But Route 66 didn't really come into its own until we reached the outskirts of Winslow.
"Are we going to sing "Take It Easy?" I inquired.
"Of course!"
Sure enough, as we passed the statue dedicated to the group, Eagles, we broke into song and we had perfect harmony.
Sometimes, I felt that Route 66 was a sad road with all the ruins of a former civilization, like a dilapidated drive-in theater or shuttered buildings. Sometimes, I felt like we were retro like in the Pixar film, "Cars" since there were so many recognizable signs that were mimicked in the movie. And sometimes, I was amazed by the corny architecture. There was lots of laughter because there was so much cheesiness to laugh at.
We took a side trip to Meteor Crater. Again, I was overcome with feeling of being on an alien planet, that I was not of this place. We split the place quickly because after viewing the crater, it seemed like a bit of a ripoff. We caught 180 north out of Flagstaff. Passing Humphrey's Peak was very cool. The terrain here was unique and beautiful with lots of contrasting colors and land formations. But it was also very silly, like when we pulled through Bedrock and saw the big Fred Flintstone greeting us. As we approached Grand Canyon, everything became very different. Amy and I said, "oh my God," and "holy shit" so many times, we were cracking up. But you couldn't help it. Each turn in the road brought another "ooh" and "ah."
We pulled into the Trailer Village right across from the Visitor's Center. Fortunately, Amy made a reservation and we set up close to the mail walkway and not too far from a spectacular view. The trailer village was filled with RVs of every shape and size. Next to us was a Fleetwood Bounder that impressed the hell out of her.
"You know, Davy, the next time we do this - and there will be a next time - I think we should go in a bit more style."
"Sure, why not?" I liked our RV just fine but for two people and a dog, a little more space and luxury would work just fine...especially for my advancing decrepitude. Still, an RV along the lines of the one Jack and Sunny drove might make this sort of life a bit more pleasant.
We spent the day touring the park and it was everything we knew it would be. More than any descriptive word, it was inspirational. From every point and lookout, another breathtaking view was to be had. We covered like two sides of the park stopping in the RV for lunch - I'd think we'd been gaining weight except for all the walking and hiking. We took lots of pictures. We bought some trinkets like a 3D Viewer, a car decal, some postcards and shit like that. We had lots of fun.
We took Santo for a walk near the scenic view. We walked as close to the fence as you can but Santo seemed oblivious to the scene before him. He was busy smelling and marking. Finaly, he stopped and did his business. I pulled out the plastic poop bag and went to toss it in the refuse bin several feet away. I gave Amy the leash and it went limp. Santo was locked into the vista. He didn't move an inch as the eyes scanned the canyon. His attention was total. Finally, he looked up at us and had such an amazed look, if that's possible to read into a dog. As we walked back, we let him lead us as he kept turning back to gaze at the canyon. He gently fell asleep in his bed, I think he was awestruck.
At one point, late in the afternoon, we were resting up on Mather's Point before heading west where we wanted to watch the sunset on the South Rim, Amy came out of nowhere with this thought, "You know how like we've been dreaming about cowboys and singing cowboy songs and all? Well, sometimes, especially after all the cliff dwellings and ruins, I've been dreaming of being an Indian and...am I being clear? Am I just stoned and rambling?"
"Maybe both...No, I get it...more than a few times, I've heard my head say "wichi-tai wichi-tai, oh-raneeko, oh-raneeko, hey ney, hey ney, no wah."
"She laughed, "I know...also a lot of R. Carlos Nakai"
"Ok, I hear it...with Ry Cooder on the Geronimo soundtrack. But hey, listen to this:
"I saw the hills in black and while, with war paint Indians looking down from the ledge, Their feathered headdresses full and flowing, To my horse, who was very much on the edge, I said, "Hello, We Must Be Going."
She laughed again and grabbed my ass. She said, "Oh, you're a fucking scream."
We watched the sunset and it was something to see. I wanted someone to ring a bell and everyone would start drinking like in Mallory Square but it didn't happen. Amy and I sat silently and held hands. The solemnity brought all kinds of peace into me and I was invigorated, I was ecstatic, I was blissed out. Amy and I quietly walked back to the RV bushed but very, very satisfied. After having looked down on Grand Canyon from 30,000 feet, seeing it here (at whatever level we consider to be 'ground'), was beyond any expectations or visions. It was way beyond being a majestic experience for both of us.
The RV next to us was open and there was a party was going on. The awning was down and, like us, the slides were out. Our neighbors invited us over for a drink. I was ready to decline when Amy said, "We're going to shower off and change and then we'll stop by, okay?"
I got into the RV and asked her why she accepted adding, "I could actually crash for a while."
"I know, me too, but I thought it might be interesting to meet other RVers and hear their experiences. I thought it might be worth the effort? Tell me you're not mad at me, please? We'll only stay a little while, I promise."
"No, I think you're right. Why not? What did Warren Zevon say? I'll Sleep When I'm Dead!"
We showered, changed, toked up and went next door. Santo was on his leash. There were 5 couples milling about with drinks in hand, their ages ran from their twenties to their sixties. The owners and hosts introduced themselves as Charles and Marie from St. Louis. Charles asked what we were drinking. Amy asked for red wine and I asked if he had cognac? He disappeared into the RV.
Marie was very outgoing and gregarious. She was obviously a born hostess. She introduced us around when Charles returned from the bar. "Merlot, Amy, right? And David, how's VSOP?"
He told us about their travels. They were in their mid-sixties, second marriage each and this was their third RV trip to Grand Canyon. A youngish, say 35 to 40s, couple came over and introduced themselves as Denis and Carla. They were on their first RV trip together, sort of a long-delayed and even longer desired vacation. They were from New York City. We shot the shit with them for a while when Denis leaned into us and very, very quietly said, "You're as buzzed as we are, aren't you?"
We smiled and nodded in agreement which provoked a burst of quiet laughter. They asked if we would like to join them at their RV which was only three down from us. Amy and I suggested that we would meet them in a little while, we wanted to say our goodbyes and walk Santo.
Nearly an hour later, we walked over to their trailer and knocked on the door. It was a long and sleek Gulfstream, almost like a tour bus. When we walked inside, Amy and I were lost in the luxury of this vehicle.
"Gee, it's almost like a tour bus," I blurted out.
"Better," said Denis, "I've got her with me," pointing to Carla who smiled and kissed his cheek.
"He's a sweetie," she gushed.
"I have to ask you something if you don't mind," Denis looked at me seriously. "You're Davy Harper, the singer, right?"
"I think you have the right person."
"We just watched the Aspen song on YouTube and it's great!"
Amy and I looked at each other in amazement.
"Wow," I said, "Thank you. Thank you a lot. That's nice to hear. You know we just did that show several days ago. I'll have to check it out again. Thanks."
"Oh, I know. I like to surf YouTube and I saw it as a new clip but it already has a lot of hits and comments. It's a great song and a great performance. And you, Amy, you were the woman singing."
"Yup, that' me. I'm really speechless. I am so impressed that you saw it! It was a very fine show and my first ever."
"Congratulations. Well then, how 'bout we fire one up to celebrate?"
Passing the joint around, he led us through the RV and showed us the features. The big screen TV rose from the bar and the computer was attached to it. He'd watched our show on a big screen...gee! He let it run while I checked out the count - 22,000. What! I wondered if this was what they referred to as 'going viral'. I also saw that several other songs from the Woody Creek Tavern show had made their way up on YouTube and were also getting hits. "Hmmm," I thought, "there's interest in my music. Who'd a thunk it!"
The weed was primo, extremely effective. Carla took over the tour. She and Amy spoke about having a few more creature comforts when traveling in an RV and the necessity of having a "land yacht" on a long trip.
The bathroom and shower were more than twice the size of ours. The galley was a full kitchen. It had a washer/dryer which reminded Amy that we would have to avail ourselves of a laundry when in Palm Springs. Carla opened the door to the bedroom and ushered us in. It was immense as all I can say. Amy looked and walked around the room, from the storage area to alongside the bed. On the shelf, next to the headboard, was a black dildo and a silver vibrator.
Carla saw them, blushed and said, "You'll have to excuse the mess, I guess I didn't clean up too well."
Amy jumped in, "Oh, no, no...it's all right. Leave them there. Believe me, we've enjoyed great sex on this trip, too. In fact, as if we haven't had enough, we're staying at an adult sex and spa resort in Palm Springs. Believe me, it's cool. Just leave it there."
Carla said, "Are you going to the Rancho? Is that the spa? Oh, you lucky guys. We read about it and checked the web site and..."
"...and we both got shy is what happened," said Denis.
"You mean You got shy, you big pussy," Carla slapped him with a pillow.
We walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I asked him to turn off the video. Denis turned off the lights and turned on dark blue LED lights which he controlled with a dimmer. We smoked some more and shared the bottle of wine we brought.
"So what spa things are you going to do at the Rancho?" asked Carla.
"I booked us four days in a luxury suite and I got the three-day "body experience" for both of us."
"And you're not concerned about being naked and a lot of sex going on around you?" asked Denis.
"No," I said, "Not at all. It will be fun. We're there as a couple but you never know what might happen. It's refreshing to be civilized and uninhibited at the same time."
Amy added, "It's a new experience for me and that's one reason why I can't wait to go."
"Are you okay with having sex with other partners? Doesn't it bother you? Are you swingers?"
Denis couldn't seem to wrap himself around it and Amy was being very patient.
"Denis, let me explain. No, we are not swingers but we have swung, together and apart. We both have bisexual tastes and we might appease them. Our options are open. I like the idea of the spa with its classes and workshops and yoga for couples. If nothing else, it will take us someplace further still...and that really excites me."
That seemed to cause Denis to quietly ponder in a stone daze. Carla, however, was intrigued.
"We've never had an experience but we fantasize a lot."
"All the more reason why you should go," I said. "Fantasy is great but if you want to act upon your impulses, when better than when on vacation, right? And at a place that allows you the freedom to indulge yourself? Who's to know except you, right?"
Amy said, "Yes, you should bust out. It'll make you better lovers to each other. If there is no guilt involved and you're together on this, go for it. If there is any jealousy involved, I say you should just keep it at fantasy and go no further." Then she asked provocatively, So, Carla, what do you guys fantasize about?"
She looked at Denis, who was now lighting a bowl, for his reaction when he looked up and said, "No, you're right. I have been a big pussy. This would be very cool for both of us. And to answer your question, we're both fascinated by group sex and even some bisexuality."
"Very cool. Carla, you call in the morning and tell them that you're with the Harper-Beiler party and do they have a room. And Denis, I can tell you that Davy and I only met a little over a week ago but I can tell you that he is the best lover I have ever known. Yes, I've seen him sucking cock and he has seen me with women and it has turned me on so, I drip. And I'm pretty damp now thinking about it...."
"And I love to see her having pleasure any way she wants. It's not about love at the spa, except perhaps for loving yourself and your mate even more. And experiencing that together is great, it's another level of intimacy," I added.
"I'm sold. We're doing it. We'll call tomorrow."
"We're heading there after the Skywalk and then 66 down to Needles and then south to 95. We have a late check-in."
"Yippee! Oh, thank you, honey!" Carla grabbed Denis and kissed him. "Yippee! You know I was getting all gushy listening to you, Amy. We are going to love this."
"What is it you want to do? Have sex with a woman? Go down on a woman?"
"Yes, I've been curious about it for years ever since a college roommate made a pass at me that I didn't pick up on. I also want to feel other bodies in some group sex. The idea of all that sex together always turns me on."
"Mmmm...," grunted Amy, "I'm wet again. Would you care to see?" Both Carla and Denis looked either shocked at Amy's suggestion or eager to see, I wasn't sure. Amy stood up from the couch and facing us, she lifted her little sundress and there was a very visible wet spot on the red thong. I thought Denis' eyes would pop out. Amy moved closer to Carla. Carla looked at it and rubbed her pussy through her pants. She reached out with the other and felt Amy's mound. Denis was rubbing his crotch. It was my turn to suck on the bowl.
Amy pulled her dress off and stood there in just her thong. Denis leaned over and started to undress Carla who shucked her jeans. She wore a blue pair of panties. Her body was cute and tight with nice round breasts. She was shorter than Amy by a few inches and her body was softly athletic. Her panties had a large wet spot in the center outlining her pussy lips. Amy moved close to her and they stood kissing each other and running their hands around their skin, squeezing a breast here, squeezing a butt there. Amy pushed Carla back onto the couch and kneeled between her legs. She kissed the wet spot and then, pushing the panties to the side, she stroked and fingered her. Carla was ecstatic.
After a few minutes of Amy's gifted mouth, she gently pulled Amy's head away and stood up. Taking her hand, they walked into the bedroom. I looked over at Denis. His dick was in his hand. It was hard enough to cut diamonds and the helmet was bright red. He looked like he was ready to blow.
"Denis, let go of it and let it rest a minute, and then we'll join them, okay?"
"This is all so new to me, man."
"Yeah, I dig. But it really isn't either. I mean it's been in the back of your mind for - how many years?"
I stood up and started to disrobe. He lit a joint and began toking hard. I slipped off my pants and, as usual, I was commando. My dick hung down and about a foot from his face. He eyed it curiously.
"So what are your fantasies about?"
He passed me the joint. As I toked on it, his eyes never left my cock. I liked that look and my penis stirred. He moved closer and I held him off. I lifted my cock and showed it to him as I would if he were a doctor, or maybe a gay intern.
He stood up and stripped. His dick was still hard. I thought for a moment as to where to take this next and then the obvious hit me. I wrapped my hand round his 8 inches of virgin cock, stroked it a few times and walked him to the bedroom. There we stood together, his cock in my hand and watched as Carla was eating a naked and spread-eagled Amy. I took a finger and ran it from Carla's pussy up her ass. I did it a few times. I then fed Denis' cock into her very sopping puss. He slid in 'like butta'.
I moved to the side of the bed to watch Carla. I reached into Amy's pussy and pulled her lips back to show Carla the path. Her tongue swabbed it well and Amy was enjoying it. Her fingers were pulling at her nipples and I'd already recognized that sign. Carla had her face buried in Amy's twat and Amy was loving every moment of this initiate's first pussy-lick.
"Ugh..ugh..." She was spread as far as she could go.
I slipped my head under her upraised hips and went right for her pussy. As soon as I tasted her, she shook in appreciation and she seemed ratchet up Amy, who was now getting the silver vibrator treatment, too. I tickled the bottom of Denis' dick and he instantly shot his load into his wife, pumping and pumping his cum into her and up to his balls. He stopped quickly and as I pushed away, she pushed back trapping my head. Not a problem.
He slowly pulled out and his cum soon followed. I licked Carla's clit and then moved down to her cum-soaked hole. His cum was hot and very salty...interesting...Amy was now cumming, I could tell by her grunts. Carla was humping my face and I held her ass cheeks firmly to keep us close. I gripped her so I could probe her asshole, too, and she appreciated it. Amy was slowing down from her orgasm as Carla began her own. It was Denis who set it off when his tongue replaced my fingers and he was eating her ass. His hands roamed her body. She growled and squirmed as I sucked on her clit. Her pussy drenched me with her syrup - oh, how I love that feeling - and I knew she loved her experience. I crawled out from under them and picked up a towel. As I wiped off my face, I surveyed the damage - two collapsed bodies...two for four. I noticed that Denis was ready for more.
I went to lay by Amy and she slid right into me. We gave each other noisy kisses. We were being silly until I felt a pair of lips kiss the head of my dick. It was followed by a tongue swirling around the crown. I looked down to see Carla doing me as her husband closely watched. She was doing a fine job when I felt her bring his hand to my nuts. Amy was now watching, too, as she propped pillows. Carla made some long strokes and let it pop from her mouth. She pointed it toward Denis. Ah, the moment of truth.
"Oh, what the hell." He leaned in and placed it between his lips. He slowly licked and tasted me. Carla moved to the side and stroked his hair. She whispered, "That is so hot, baby...so hot."
I lay back watching him enjoy his first cock. He was just a little too tender and gentle. I gently moved away and repositioned the bodies so I could have access to him. Carla took my place on the bed and lightly rubbed her lightly flaxen-haired pussy lips. What a pretty pussy. I moved up to his cock and sucked him in. I showed him how to be forceful enough to get each other to come. He copied my movements and I began to flex my ass. I rolled on top so I could fuck his face. Carla was now rocking her bottom along Amy's face and watching her husband get his cheeks filled with my spew and watching it drip out as he tried to keep from gagging. She was cumming again and crying out in lustful groans and hiccups, with an occasional squeal. I felt Denis tremble and his cum sprayed my throat. I sucked the head and pumped him until he was dry. I rolled off him, my jaw a bit sore.
We all lay together quietly until Carla said, "I'm glad this happened. I've been so curious to see what a vagina was like. I'm glad we did this. I glad it was with you guys. I just hope I feel this way in the morning!"
"You!" barked Denis, "I sucked off a rock star!" That cut the tension with a collective roar. "Now I'm ready for anything at that spa!"
Amy took Carla into her arms and kissed her. "You were wonderful. Thank you for allowing me the honor of being your first. I never popped a cherry before."
"Make that two cherries!" I rubbed Denis' shoulder.
"Make that a bowl!" he said as he lit one.
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