Stacy and I had finished all the paperwork. Renting a motor home for two weeks took a lot of signing and agreeing. It was late July and we were heading north where we didn't have a plan or care. We were looking forward to a fun adventure in the southwest.
The vehicle was big; a nice bedroom in the back with a queen-size bed, a dresser and a TV. Then forward of the bedroom was a fairly nice bathroom with a shower that looked like it could hold two people... which I was hoping it would eventually. Then a kitchen with a booth-like table that could fit four snugly. From there, you could step right into the cab area of the vehicle. The weather was hot, as in sweaty hot. We had AC, but, being mechanically inept, I was leery of using it for fear of overheating.
The first hours of the trip were fun and filled with a bit of figuring out how things worked, such as how to pull on and off the highway in a rig much larger than we had ever experienced. The first night, we had a small campsite booked, so we were able to park and get some sleep without any problem. But, as the sun came up and we headed out on the open road, we had no other reservations or plans. After all, this was our spontaneous road trip adventure.
By the way, I'm Tim, thirty-eight, 5'5", 145lbs and my wife Stacy, who I know I'm lucky to be with, is 5'1", 109lbs. I remember because she always says 109lbs and never 110lbs. In spite of her tiny frame, Stacy has 36 c tits, and an ass that isn't big but is very tight and her firm little bubble butt fills out any pair of jeans amazingly. Stacy isn't naive by any means; she knows by now, (she is thirty-four), that she has a body that all men want to get their hands on. I know it as well.
We have been married seven years and Stacy briefly had an affair with her ex-boyfriend about two years ago. While I call it an affair, and although it wasn't exactly a love affair, it still hurt bad and really wounded my manhood. The fact that I learned later that it was largely a physical thing between them didn't soothe my fears of losing her. It lasted about two to three months. The last month or so of the affair she was open with me about it and once even asked me to drive her to his house when her car wouldn't start. I know it sounds bad, and it was, but I stayed by her and she did eventually stop seeing him. But to be very clear, Stacy and I get along great. We both have a fun/silly side and have a lot of laughs together. We rarely ever argue. We truly enjoy each other's company. A number of times in our seven years together people have said we seem like brother and sister.
So back to the road. We had covered about 400 miles so far and the trip was going great. I opened my side window a bit and let the wind from the road cool me while Stacy split her time between being my co-pilot (which often meant putting her feet on the dash and painting her toenails or playing with the radio), and getting us drinks and snacks as we drove.
Seeing her climb back in and out of her seat was a big treat for me. Stacy was wearing a white pair of stretchy short shorts, I think they are made of Lycra or spandex. They were very short and fit her like a second skin. Her legs, tanned, toned and perfect, were on full display. And that ass, oh my god, I can never get used to seeing her butt. It's insane. I nearly drifted out of my lane by staring at her.
Stacy always acts as if she doesn't know or realize when men are staring at her ass...but she knows. Accompanying those little white shorts was a white tee that also clung to her body. It was a midriff, so it only went about two or three inches below the bottom of her tits. You could see her flat toned tummy. Even though it was just Stacy and me alone in the motor home, I was kind of bothered by the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
But then I realized...who was going to see? If we stopped, I assumed she would put something on because her nipples were visible. I'm not a prude, but I'm not the kind of guy that's comfortable showing off his wife. I'm a pretty small and skinny guy and wouldn't want to have to get into a fight with anyone that might hit on her.
Around one p.m. we pulled off the side of the highway onto a gravel pull-off area. It was so cool just turning the motor home off and walking back to the kitchen table and having a refreshing drink and a sandwich. It was hot, so we opened the side door which was facing away from the road. The traffic in the area was very sparse, so the vehicle provided a bit of shade as well as a slight cool breeze.
This type of adventure was new to us, but we were having a great time. No plans, no itinerary, no schedule. Over lunch, I looked at a map and Stacy searched her laptop to find a suitable spot to pull off the highway for the night. We found a few potential spots and soon were back on the road. The sun was slowly setting to our left as we cruised along.
The terrain began to leave the desert behind and became more rolling hills with trees becoming more common. The idea we came up with over lunch was to just take a side road off the highway and find a place to park for the night. These side roads were just roads. There were no shops or houses. Just roads that must lead somewhere, but it wasn't like we were pulling up in front of someone's house. Just trees and land as far as the eye could see.
Shortly after sunset, we had found our spot. It was around two miles off the highway under a tall group of shady oak trees. It turned out that this might have been a spot where people could walk down to a creek that we discovered about 250 feet from where we were parked. But there was no sign of anyone and as night fell we felt safe no one would be showing up.
Stacy and I had some dinner, drank a few beers and felt safe enough to take a walk down the road and it was wonderful; no vehicles came from either direction the entire evening. Seeing Stacy in those shorts all day had me very eager for the night ahead although she teased me a bit about being like a little kid staring at her.
A bit later, we ended up making out in the bedroom. While Stacy and I have been together seven years, I still felt lucky to be with her, but also I carry a dread of inadequacy. In addition, to be a pretty short and skinny guy, I'm not exactly packing down below. Fully hard, I'm around 4-4.5 inches. The other curse for me is that with Stacy, I tend to cum rather quickly. I am not lying when I say I have watched Stacy undressing slowly in our bedroom and have accidentally cum in my pants. It's always been a bit of a problem for me since high school. Stacy has never made it an obvious issue other than those two months she was seeing her ex-boyfriend.
I had learned to be good with my hands and tongue, and I fully believed I made her happy. Unfortunately, on this night, under the stars in our cozy motor home, I came after about two minutes of sex. As always when that happens, she kissed my forehead and said she loved me. I tried to make Stacy cum with my fingers on her clit, but it didn't happen. We were both tired from the day. I promised her I'd try again in the morning.
Around eight a.m., I got up and didn't see Stacy next to me and instantly panicked. So I called for her and got no answer. I flew out of the motor home and didn't see her. I called out to her and nothing. I ran down to the creek and found her sitting on a rock, knees up with arms resting on her knees, just enjoying the peaceful setting. I instantly calmed down and realized how silly it was for me to be worried.
We were off in the middle of nowhere. The setting around us was so beautiful and tranquil. We sat by the water for a bit and then walked back. We cleaned up the motor home and folded up the two chairs we had sitting outside under the trees. It was around ten a.m. and we figured we'd head out and see where the highway took us. With everything packed and stowed away, we hopped in the front seats and I turned the key. And then I turned it again. And again. Come on you motor...start!
"Shit," I said as Stacy and I stared at the dashboard, both of us hoping to hear the engine turn over.
"Will it start?" Stacy asked, in a tone that inferred I had any clue.
"Honey, you know as well as I do I don't know the first thing about engines."
I tried again, waited a minute, and tried again. Nothing.
"Son of a bitch!" I shouted.
The reality of my lack of mechanical knowledge was glaring now. Stacy looked at me and she could tell by the look on my face that we were stuck. It may have been my own mind torturing me, but I could feel Stacy's disappointment. I stood and walked back to the kitchen and paced the floor.
"Ok, we're stuck but we have plenty of food and water and it's not winter so the night air won't be too cold. Our cell service is sketchy here, but if we walk the two or three miles to the highway we can either flag someone down or perhaps get better service."
Those were my thoughts. That was the reality. Keep calm. Don't worry, we can fix this. The more I talked it out, the more I realized it might be a blessing. We loved the spot we were in and who knows, maybe we wouldn't find a better one. Stacy liked the creek and the road west looked like our own private trail into the mountains.
Not a single car had come or gone on the road since we had been here. The feeling we had was this was like our own little private place. Stacy today was wearing nothing more than a tee-shirt and a pair of her cute bikini-style underwear. Nothing else. But it seemed fine. We were all alone, the temperature was already around eighty-five by noon so, why not? The cute yellow tee she wore clung to her tiny frame and went no further than an inch below her amazing ass. I could occasionally see a glimpse of her black thong underwear peeking out from under her tee-shirt. She sat there in the passenger seat seemingly trying to make the best of the situation as she brushed her silken blond hair behind her ear. God, I was a lucky guy.
"Well, I guess we're here for a day or two since it's Saturday and even if we found a place, they likely aren't gonna be open till Monday," I said, rationalizing things as I spoke.
We unfolded the chairs, set them outside the door and settled in for the day. After fiddling around looking, I realized I couldn't even find out how to open the hood of the motor home, and what did it matter, it was all a mystery to me anyway. So, I tried to make the best of it.
We had lunch around one p.m. and took a walk down the road, maybe a mile or so, and realizing that the sun would be setting soon, we turned and headed back. Stacy said she wanted to go see if she could find the little "fishies" that were in the creek and I certainly didn't want to disappoint my lovely wife. I figured since she was in nothing but a tee-shirt and underwear, it was best we didn't stray too far from the motor home in case anyone happened by as we walked. We got back and I told her to have fun with her fishies and that I would begin getting dinner ready for later. I had been in the motor home about ten minutes when a truck pulled up.
That's when it happened. I had no idea that this was the beginning moment that would forever change our lives. As I stood in the kitchen cutting some vegetables, a truck pulled up in front of the motor home and stopped. The engine shut off. I peeked out thru the windshield and noticed one person inside. The guy in the truck just sat there for like three minutes, then five minutes. Finally, his door swung open and he got out. He instantly looked menacing.
He was easily 6'5" and 250lbs. He had a black tee-shirt and jeans on and for some reason was wearing leather work gloves. He took a casual look around and headed for the door of our motor home. I wasn't sure if I felt relief or worry. I know I was scared. So I nervously went to the door and opened it and said hello while still standing in the motor home doorway. He looked about twenty-five and was every bit of 6'5". I looked at him almost eye to eye until I stepped down out of the motor home. When my feet landed on the ground, it was almost comical. I looked like a child next to him.
"Hi, how are you? I'm Tim, my...I'm just passing through and thought I'd stop here for a bit and my motor home wouldn't start."
I realized as I was talking that I was trying to get him to think it was just me. The idea came out of me before I could think it through. I guess I was more scared than I thought. He looked at the two chairs sitting there and then back over at me. I stood trying not to shake.
He slipped his thumb on his belt buckle and spoke...