My name is Charles Addams and I have to tell you a story about what happened to me awhile back. You see, I recently retired selling my software company for a very tidy sum of money. I was only forty-five years old at the time, but I wanted to take advantage of my early retirement to do some of the things I had always wanted. One of those things on my wish list was travel. So I took a little drive to one of my local RV dealers and looked at the selection they offered.

Well, the selection there was overwhelming and I was amazed at the different types and styles of recreational vehicles available. I had done a little research before I went to the dealer so I could eliminate some types of RVs. I knew I was looking at either a "diesel pusher" or a Class A motorhome. I wasn't real excited about towing and the subsequent hooking up and unhooking that I would have to do whenever I stopped, so a travel trailer or fifth wheel was out of the running.

After a couple of days spent at the dealers looking at floor plans and features, I picked out my new home on the road. I had selected a route home that would avoid most of the traffic and give me a chance to get used to maneuvering the huge vehicle. I stopped at the local WalMart and found an empty corner of the parking lot where I could practice parking and backing up the beast.

When I felt reasonably comfortable behind the wheel of the forty-four-foot long motorhome, I drove it home. I had to park it on the street in front of my house because my driveway was too sharp a turn for the motorhome to make. I locked the motorhome up and went inside. The next day was spent packing and making arrangements to have the house looked after while I was gone.

Fortunately, one of my neighbors said they would be glad to look in on the place, and I gave them a spare key to the house so they could go in and check the house out. I went to the hardware store and picked up a few timers and set lamps and the radio up on timers to make it look like the house was occupied; just in case some troublemaker thought my house would make a good target. I also had the newspaper delivery stopped and alerted the local police that I would be gone so they could drive by from time to time and "show a presence".

With all the preparations made and the motorhome stocked and ready, I decided to leave early in the afternoon on a Thursday. This way I would miss the traffic jams and the rush of people trying to get home Friday and get their weekend started.

The weather was a perfect 72F degrees (22C) and sunny as I set out so at least I was getting off to a good start. I left my home in Haddon Heights (a suburb of Philadelphia) and headed to the I-95 southbound.

My first destination was Atlanta - my sister and her husband live down there and they had a baby boy that I hadn't met yet. It was an 800-mile drive from my house to hers and I figured I would stop somewhere about halfway for the night. I was new to this traveling thing and wanted to ease into it a bit. Plus motorhomes of this size weren't exactly race cars and the fastest I wanted to go on the highways was about fifty miles an hour.

I made it to Durham, North Carolina about the time that my ass was done sitting. I had checked the route and I knew that there was a WalMart close to the freeway there and that's where I planned on spending the night. I pulled in and found a place that would make it easy to leave the next day and so I parked there. After a quick burger and fries, I went to bed, spending my first night in the motorhome.

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The next morning I woke up after a very nice night. This motorhome was very comfortable and I was going to really enjoy this traveling thing! I didn't bother to take a shower; I was going to be at my sister's house in a few hours and I didn't want to waste water. WalMart will let you overnight in their parking lot, but there are no water, sewer, or electric hookups so it is "dry" camping. Just a place to crash for the night.

I drove down the road a few miles until I found a truck stop restaurant. I pulled in and had breakfast before continuing on. Before I left I filled up my thermos with truck stop coffee and then I started on the road again. I figured to get to my sister's place around 5:00 or 6:00. I had called her and let her know I was on the way and she said she'd add a plate to the dinner table for me.

I had just passed the interchange with Highway 15 when I spotted an old car stopped alongside the road ahead of me. I slowed down since it was off on my side of the highway and as I got close I saw a girl standing in front of the car with the hood up, just looking at the engine. It was as if the car broke down and she was hoping to fix it by staring at the engine. She was pretty as a picture and looked as if she was in her mid-twenties.

Well, I couldn't in good conscience just drive on by thinking that she probably had someone coming to help her already. This was a major road and who knows what could be coming up right behind me–there are a lot of creeps and pervs in the world these days! And a pretty young thing like that is an easy target for the unsavory types. 

So I pulled over and, after putting the emergency flashers on, got out and walked over to her. I asked if there was anything I could do to help. She snapped back at me, "Yeah how about phoning that asshole ex of mine and telling him thanks for leaving me with this piece of shit car! I should never have left home with this damn thing making all of the noise it was."

I took a step back, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's not your fault and you were just trying to help. Let's try this again. My name is Julie Ann. Thanks for stopping," she said, her countenance softening considerably. She stuck out her hand and I shook it.

"My name is Charlie. Now let's see what we have here," I said.

I looked in at the engine and could see a major problem. There was a big puddle of shiny black oil on the ground under the engine and a broken spotty trail that led back down the road from where she had come. I looked under the car and noticed right off that she only had part of an oil filter left.

"Did you run over something a few minutes ago?" I asked her.

"Well there was a piece of wood in the road but I straddled it. I couldn't swerve around it, there was a car beside me. But I didn't hit it I don't think," she said.

"Well you may not have hit it, but it certainly hit you. It took out your oil filter and my guess is that you dumped your oil on the ground and then seized the engine up. This engine is finished and just looking at the car it looks well over ten years old. In the shape it's in, and with a blown engine, it won't be worth repairing. This car is headed for the scrapyard I'm afraid," I told her.

"Oh no! Fuck! This day just gets better and better!" she said, exasperated.

"I can call and have a junkyard haul it away before the police come by and give you a bunch of heat about blocking up a part of the Interstate. Do you want me to call and arrange a tow truck?"

She looked back up at me. "Thank you, Charlie. I'd be grateful for whatever help you can give me," she said softly.

I called a local wrecking yard and the dispatcher said they could have a tow truck there in about fifteen minutes. I told them that the vehicle was not worth repairing and that she would be turning it in for scrap. The dispatcher said someone had to be there with the vehicle to sign it over to them so they could dispose of it legally.

"You can come into the motorhome if you like to wait… at least it's air-conditioned in there," I said.

"Thank you," she said, giving me a little smile. We went into the motorhome and she took a seat on the sofa while I got us a couple of sodas from the fridge. Then I took a seat in the swivel easy chair, giving her some distance so she would feel more at ease. After all, she just went into a motorhome with a complete stranger, so I wanted to show her I was no threat.

"So where are you headed?" I asked her.

"Well, I don't really know. All I know is that I had to get out of Raleigh and away from my ex-boyfriend," she said. She proceeded to tell me her woeful tale…

"I was engaged to be married to my boyfriend. We met about five years ago at a party given by a mutual friend. It was an instant attraction and for awhile it was wonderful. But then I started seeing changes in him–nothing real big, not all at once. But little by little he began to change from being sweet and tender and loving to being demanding, domineering and cruel. He started complaining about all the time I spent with my friends and even with my family. He eventually made me lose all my friends and I rarely saw my family.

"Once he had me to himself and I was totally dependent on him, then he began abusing me. Verbally at first then becoming physically violent. He never actually hit me, his thing was busting up everything I owned. If he knew I had something I treasured, it would become the target of his wrath. Things my Grammy gave me before she died, things I had gotten at the State Fair, and so on.

"Finally, I had enough and we split up for a while. He apologized and I thought he had changed–he was back to the sweet man I fell in love with. But it didn't last long. So I left him, left Raleigh, and headed to someplace where I could start over. Of course, you can see how that plan worked out!" she said.

"Damn, Julie, that's rough. I'm sorry you had to go through all that, but you made the right decision to leave. No one should have to put up with abuse," I said. "Myself, I recently retired and sold my company. I bought this motorhome and am now traveling around seeing the sights America has to offer–places I have always wanted to see but never had the time. Now all I have is time and so I am crossing things off my bucket list," I said.

"That sounds wonderful, Charlie. I've only seen Raleigh and made one trip to Atlanta with my parents when I was little," she said.

"Well, I am headed to Atlanta right now if you care to come along. I have a sister down there I want to see and then after that, I will figure out where to go from there," I said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Sure, why not? This motorhome is supposed to sleep six people so I have plenty of room. And I get tired of hearing my own voice, I'd welcome the company. Besides, you won't get very far on foot, and hitchhiking these days can be really dangerous for a girl as pretty as you," I said. I figured she could use a little morale boost and she was quite attractive.

"Thank you for the compliment–you are a sweet man," she said. She thought about the offer for a minute or two. "Okay Charlie, I will keep you company to Atlanta. Thank you for the offer. I have a few things I have to get out of the car before they tow it away. Not much–only one suitcase and a couple of other things. That's about all that's left of my life now," she said sadly looking down.

"Well hopefully this is the start of a whole new life–one that no one can take away from you and one with a better ending," I said.

"You are sweet, Charlie. Thank you for your help and for being so nice," she said smiling again.

"You can thank me by smiling like that more often. That smile lights up your face and looks good on you," I told her.

I got the suitcase and two small boxes out of her car trunk and loaded them in the motorhome storage compartment. We sat and talked a bit more waiting for the tow truck. I told her about my software company and a little about my story. I told her I was from Philadelphia which made her eyes get big.

"Oh my… a Union man–I don't know if a sweet gal from the South should be talking to a Northerner!" she said in an exaggerated southern drawl. She giggled a bit as she pretended to fan herself.

"Well I assure you, my dear, my intentions are completely honorable," I said in my best Rhett Butler.

"Oh, I hope not," she said, glancing up at me coyly for a second. That was my first indication that this trip would be more than just going to see my sister.

About twenty minutes later the tow truck showed up and she watched as the last bitter reminder of her ex-fiancé was hauled away.

"I'm glad to be rid of that thing. It has given me more trouble than I'd care to think about… just like my ex!" she said with an indignant humph. When the tow truck left with its load, we turned to get back in the motorhome and headed on our way.

We drove for two or three more hours and then it was time to think about lunch. "Are you hungry Julie? Want to stop for lunch?" I asked.

"If you want to get something to eat, that's fine. I'll just wait here in the motorhome," she said.

"You're not hungry?" I asked.

"I… I don't have much money," she said sadly. "I had to get out of there too fast. And he didn't let me have any money of my own; that was another of his control things. He was so afraid I would leave him or cheat on him that I couldn't have any friends or any money. I had to be completely dependent on him for everything."

"Well don't worry about it. Lunch is on me. Let's stop and get some groceries in you!" I said grinning.

"Thank you, Charlie. For everything," she said smiling at me. "I wish you have been my fiancé instead of him." I noticed she took care to not mention her ex's name. I figured she didn't want to say it because she didn't want to be reminded of him, so I let it go.

We stopped at a little family restaurant we spotted from the highway and went inside to eat. "Thank you again for buying lunch. I left as soon as he went off to work so I didn't have breakfast this morning and I'm starved!" she said.

"Well, have whatever you like, hon. I can't have a half-starved girl on my hands! What would the folks up north say! " I laughed.

"Well, thank you, kind sir, for your hospitality," she said, smiling broadly. We sat down to eat and I watched as my young guest finally got to eat her fill. She smiled at me several times as I ate with her, watching her. She really was quite lovely and I was happy that I could be her rescuer.

After lunch, we continued on our way. Julie was a good conversationalist and in our talking, we discovered we had a lot in common. I had made a smart move in stopping to help her–it was turning out that she added a lot to my travels. Almost before I realized it, we were seeing signs of Atlanta coming up.

I had never been to my sister's new place. Well, it was new to me; she had actually been living there for a couple of years now but I had never seen it. She had given me great directions though and I followed them right up to her door.

I had told my sister what I was driving and how big it was and she said it would probably fit on their double car driveway, so when we reached my sister's place I was able to jockey it into place close enough to the edge so that my brother-in-law could park his car in the garage.

"Hi, Sis!" I said when she answered the door. After the great big hug she had stored up for me, I introduced her to my traveling companion. "Sis, this is Julie Ann. Her car broke down just outside of Durham, North Carolina, and I was fortunate enough to come along and rescue her! I'm sorry Julie, I never asked you your last name!"

"Baker, Julie Baker," she said, offering her hand to my sister. "And it's me who is the fortunate one here. Your brother has been so sweet and so nice to me, offering me a ride, paying to have my car towed off and buying me lunch."

"Yeah that's my brother… the perpetual knight in shining armor!" she said, laughing. "Well come on in you two, I think there's a nephew here that wants to meet his Uncle Charlie!"

We went inside and I met my now nearly one-year-old nephew Timmy. As I sat with Timmy on my lap the girls talked back and forth. My sister has a way of getting you to talk about yourself to the point you will tell her your whole life story! And Julie had fallen right into her clutches!

When she learned about Julie's past experiences with her ex-fiancé and how he abused and mistreated her, she was outraged. Seems she had a bit of that knight in shining armor in her as well!

"You come with me right now!" she said, getting up and taking Julie's hand. She took her back in the back of the house and they were in there for a good thirty minutes before Julie came out crying.

"What's the matter? What happened?" I asked, getting up with Timmy in my arms.

"Oh Charlie, your sister has given me a bunch of clothes and other things! She is as wonderful as you are! Oh, I can never thank you both for all you have done for me!" she said, sniffing and wiping the tears away.

"Nonsense, they were clothes I can't wear anymore anyway after having Timmy. And now I know they went to a good home!" she said smiling.

About an hour later, my brother-in-law, James came home from work. I introduced him to Julie and then he excused himself to go wash up for dinner. We all sat down to a great meal–my sister is a wonderful cook thanks to my mother's teaching–and it was a very enjoyable time.

After dinner, we sat around talking while we drank a glass or two of wine. But the day's travels began to work on me and I eventually had to admit that I couldn't stay up like I used to.

"Well Sis, it's been a wonderful time and a great dinner, but I am road-weary, so I think I'll turn in for the night. We'll see you in the morning and we'll all go out for breakfast or something," I said.

"Yes, me too. It's been a long and very trying day for me. But it ended wonderfully. Thank you for your hospitality and for dinner," she said. So Julie and I went out to the motorhome and got ready for bed.

James had run an outdoor extension cord to plug in the motorhome so we would have electricity for the lights and water heater and water pump. The motorhome had a generator but I didn't think the neighbors would much appreciate a generator running that late at night!

"Julie, I will make the couch up. You can have it or you can have the bed, it's up to you," I said.

"Oh, the couch will be fine. You take the bed," she said. So I made out the bed and got some sheets and blankets for her while she went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I had just finished making up the couch when she came out wearing just her panties and an oversized t-shirt. I turned around when I heard the door open and stood there slack-jawed as I looked over my beautiful companion.

"You look…" I said, unable to find the right adjective to describe her.

"Thank you," she said, letting me off the hook. "Normally I just wear my panties but I thought I should cover up a bit more for you."

"Well that is one lucky t-shirt then," I said. Julie giggled at my remark.

"Okay, good night Julie. Have sweet dreams," I said.

Julie took my hand then. "I know I have said this already, but I just want to thank you for all that you have done for me, Charlie. You don't know how much it means to me that you have been so kind," she said looking into my eyes. Then she kissed me sweetly on the cheek. After the kiss, she pulled back and her eyes darted back and forth between mine. She was searching for something…

I knew what she was looking for. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. My mouth found hers and I tasted my co-traveler for the first time. Her lips were softer and sweeter than any I'd known before.

I felt her arms wrap around my neck and pull me harder into the kiss. Her lips parted inviting me to explore her further, which I promptly did. As my tongue found hers, a small, soft moan escaped her lips.

We kissed like that for several precious seconds before we both parted. She got into bed and I went back to do likewise.

I had been in bed for about twenty minutes when I heard a soft knock on the sliding wood door to the bedroom. The door slid open a bit and I saw Julie peek around it. "Charlie, are you asleep yet?" she asked very softly.

"No, not yet. Do you need anything?" I answered.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure, come on in. What's wrong?" I asked. She came and sat down on the edge of the bed about at my knees.

"It's just that… with all that happened today… would you mind if I slept in here with you? I don't think I could sleep alone," she asked in a quiet voice, almost as if she was afraid of the words she was speaking.

I didn't respond with words, I simply pulled the covers back for her and she smiled, crawling into bed next to me. When she was in bed I covered her then put my arm around her, drawing her close to me.

Her back was to me and I felt her soft body next to mine. Her ass was up against a growing and very happy bulge and I know she felt it because she gave a little wiggle, which only made my cock more excited.

"You must think I am some kind of slut only being with you for less than a day and now I'm in bed with you like this," she said.

"No, Julie, I don't think you are a slut at all. You have been through a lot today and you are simply wrung out. You need someone to make you feel like you still matter, that you are still desirable and wanted. Which, let me assure you, you are," I said.

Then Julie sat up on her knees on the bed, sitting back on her haunches and crossing her arms she took the bottom of her sleep shirt and pulled it off over her head. She tossed to on the floor next to her side of the bed and sat there for a moment.

"Charlie, you have been sweeter and more kind to me than I have ever known… and much more than I deserve. Please, Charlie, let me show you how much all this means to me. Let me make you feel good like you have me. Please?" she asked. Her words and the tone of her voice were more than any man could resist.

She moved closer and as I lay there on my back, she pulled my boxers down past my hips and down to my knees. When she pulled them down far enough for my cock to spring up, she gasped in surprise.

"Oh my God, Charlie! I knew you were built… I watched you as you got undressed just now. But I had no idea you were so BUILT!

"Yeah, well I guess I could be called 'well endowed'… but it's not the size of the ship that matters, it's the motion in the ocean!" I said.

I really don't consider my seven and a half inches as being extremely well endowed and certainly not that much more than the majority of guys, but, if she wants to think I'm a super-stud, who am I to disillusion her?

"Well let's make a few waves then, and you can show me how that ship of yours handles!" she said with a smirk.