I'm Cold
written by:
Prybar

I was on one side of Yellowstone National Park, and I wanted to get to the other side. I approached the west entrance knowing full well that only two roads exited the east side. They both climbed over substantial mountain passes before they reached my destination, and of course, it was starting to snow. Bypassing the park to the north or south meant hundreds of extra miles of driving and I simply had no time for that. So I had no choice.

The park road conditions number was programmed into my cell phone. I had thought the process through that far, at least. And the recording said that as of 3 o'clock all the roads were still passable. It also said that they recommended snow tires on most of the roads. Which meant they hadn't plowed, and they weren't going to plow, and all it would take was a smidge more snow and the gates would swing closed, at least for the night. I needed to get through fast.

The lady park ranger in the west entrance kiosk was bundled up against the cold. She nodded at my annual pass card and offered me a map. Glancing at her clock, she asked, "Headed for Madison?"

"Nope, Cody."

Madison was one of only two campgrounds still open at the end of October, and it was only twenty miles into the park. Cody was over 100 miles further. She got that skeptical look on her face.

"Sylvan Pass open?"

Figured I'd ask, just to see if the road conditions recording was up to date. She leaned out to check my truck. The tires were good and she could quickly tell I had four wheel drive. She tried to size me up, but she had no way to know if I had the wherewithal to stay out of the ditch, or if I was just going to make somebody's night really long when I got stuck on the mountain somewhere. She glanced up at the clouds and grimaced.

"The pass is still open. You best hurry, though. It's gonna close tonight, for sure."

"Yeah, I know. I don't need a map; I know my way. Thanks!"

"Good Luck!"

That was comforting. I had to admit I was pushing old lady luck one more time. Seems I never learn. Politely asking the old lady for one more favor couldn't hurt.

This had already been a long day and my head was buzzing. I had climbed out of my sleeping bag in the dark, in a campground hidden in the aspens 7000 feet up the side of a mountain south of Wells. As usual, six o'clock felt too early. Wind whistled through the bare trees, and it was colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra. I raced to put clothes on. Jeans, canvas shirt, that wonderful thick fisherman's sweater, and my canvas jacket. Put the coffee pot on the propane stove. Only then could I afford to take a pee.

I was in and out of rain squalls all day as I drove north and east. The sky was a mix of ominous and then really ominous looking clouds. What few weather forecasts I caught on the radio suggested this was just the front of the weather, with the fun stuff yet to come.

Nevada desolation gave way to the hayfields of Southern Idaho. Trucks overflowing with sugar beets crowded the roads. Sugar beets are the last to come out of the ground before winter. The trucks would be running night and day, also trying to beat the weather.

A cacophony of images crowded my head all day, of the boss's daughter baring her breasts to me just to make a point, and the orgy the comptroller's wife started at the boss's wedding. I didn't even know if I would still have a job when the honeymoon was over. The meeting in Cody might change everything, but I had to wait to find out about that. So I just let my mind grind itself to bits as the miles passed below my tires.

The last climb through the trees carried me over the Montana border and into West Yellowstone and the west entrance to the park. The trip odometer said 950 miles from home in two days, and it felt like it.

I hoped the ranger was right about Sylvan Pass being open. If I made it through the park to the lake only to find that road gated I was going to be pissed.

The truck and I followed the Madison River for 20 miles. Autumn colored trees filled the river bottom, and snow covered mountains disappeared into the gray muck that was the sky. I would have dearly loved to stop to watch the small herd of elk by the side of the road, but the coming storm was blowing down the back of my neck. Few cars passed coming the other way, and I saw none going my way. Climbing up to Norris, patches of packed snow appeared on the road. The geyser basis was covered in white, with dozens of steam plumes rising in the cold air.

I found the usual herd of bison in the Hayden Valley, standing in the middle of the road. Weaving the truck between them, I continued on my way. Snow was falling lightly when I turned left at Fishing Bridge.

The ranger's Explorer was idling on the shoulder of the road, lights flashing, and he was hauling the saw horses with the "ROAD CLOSED" signs out of the cargo area. I stopped next to him.

"Can I still get through?"

He gave me the tired stare of a civil servant who didn't look like he minded the onset of winter and the departure of most of the tourists.

"Yeah, if you can get past before I set out these signs. I'll be following you to the east gate. Don't tarry, or I'll leave you for the bears."

The storm was moving in across the lake, and like most storms that move in across the lake, it looked scary. I was driving on packed snow, but it wasn't real slick and I hadn't even bothered to engage four wheel drive, but soon we were climbing up a road that was clearly laid out by the drunken cow school of traffic engineering. I plunked the lever on the floor into 4-Hi, and turned on the headlights and the fog lamps. The truck and I were in fog and blowing snow. The light was flat gray and I couldn't judge distance or see much detail. Covered in snow, the road was hard to follow. It was where the trees weren't. It was be careful time.

Somewhere past Sylvan Lake the road took a quick turn left. I almost didn't see it. We slewed around the corner a bit, but stayed on the pavement. Something wasn't right, and I slowed to a stop. Backing up to that corner, I parked the truck and got out. Sure enough, I found the tire tracks that I had barely sensed a moment before. When the road turned, they didn't. I walked to the edge of the road and looked down into the fog.

It dropped away pretty fast, about a 70 degree slope that feathered out into a meadow about a hundred feet away. The twin tracks led straight down. With the snow and gloom, the silver Toyota compact didn't show up real well, but the reflectors in the tail lights caught my eye. Wouldn't have seen them from the road even on a clear day unless you were standing right where I was.

I went back to the truck and moved it so the headlights shown toward the car, and then punched the button for the four-way flashers. Then it was walk down to the car time. Or slide down, as it were. The fresh snow covered wet vegetation, and it was slick as snot.

Snow was building up on the car already. The driver's window was still clear, and through it I could see her. Her head rested upon her arms, which were crossed over the steering wheel. I couldn't see her face, for the hood of her sweatshirt covered it. I tapped on the window. She jumped about a foot. I opened the door.

"Good evening, Miss. I've come to collect for parking."

"Jesus Fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Hey, I'm sorry! I couldn't help but notice you had wandered off the road. Thought I might help. But, I can leave if I'm a problem."

"NO! Don't leave! I'm sorry; you just startled me. I think I fell asleep. What time is it?"

"Gotta be close to five. How long have you been here?"

"Shit, I don't know, hours. I'm freezing."

"Let's get you up to my truck. I've got the heater going and it will probably feel pretty good. There should be a ranger coming along in a minute. He was supposed to follow me out of the park."

"Oh God, I hope you know what you are doing. I tried to climb back up earlier, and I just kept slipping down. I'm all wet from the snow."

The climb back to the truck was interesting. It was too slippery to head straight up the hill, but by contouring to the right we found a place where we could scramble up by pulling on tree branches and shrubs. I loaded her into the passenger seat and then climbed in on my side. I cranked the heat all the way up. She was shivering and her lips were blue. The early stage of hypothermia was not hard to spot.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes. Let me dig out some warm stuff for you."

"I'm OK, really."

Her voice was slightly slurred and it trembled along with her.

"Ah, no you aren't. Trust me on this one. You are too cold to be thinking straight. If I hadn't come along when I did, and you stayed asleep....Well let's just say you would have been a bit stiff in the morning."

She looked at me and the tears welled up in her eyes, and soon she was shivering and crying and basically making a mess of herself. She looked like a drowned puppy just pulled out of a pond and tugged from the gunny sack. Meanwhile I pulled wool socks, a stocking cap, and that big fisherman's sweater out of my duffle. She got the socks on, then pulled the soaked sweatshirt off. She wore a thin white t-shirt under it. Leave it to me to check out her tits, but I guess old habits die hard. They looked good. My first impression, considering her small size and thin arms, was that she probably was wearing one of those thickly padded bras that promise far more than the ladies can deliver. Couldn't get a good look though, as she was soon buried in my big sweater. I knew that would help her warm up. The cap pulled down to her eyes gave her the look of a little girl.

"Um, tennis shoes, cotton socks, jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt. Girl, you are not dressed for this party. What are you doing out here this time of year wearing that?"

Turns out she was going to a wedding. She left Portland heading for Davenport, Iowa. This was a little detour she took along the way cause she had never seen Yellowstone. And it just doesn't get this cold in Portland in October. She was not prepared, and it was dawning on her just how close she had come to becoming another statistic.

I gave it another half hour, but the ranger didn't show. The falling snow had already filled the footprints we had left in the road. If we stayed much longer it was going to get dicey. It was time to leave.

"Girl, we need to get out of here. I'm heading for the gate."

"What about my car?"

"It's not going anywhere. We'll talk to the rangers at the gate. I'm sure they can get a wrecker up here to pull it out after the snow stops. Meanwhile, we gotta git."

The truck handled the snow better than I had any right to expect, and before long the gate house loomed out of the gloom. Of course it wasn't manned, because the sawhorses blocked the road into the park. The cabin off to the left had a light on, so I stopped in there. I left cell phone numbers with the off duty ranger after filling him in on our dilemma, and we headed down the road.

The snow tapered off as we lost altitude. Darkness fell quickly. Thirty miles to Wapiti. A motel reservation awaited me there. My passenger was warming up, and a bit more conversant by then. Turns out her name was Gayle, and she was a recent graduate of Oregon State. And she was between jobs.

"Frank, I don't know how to thank you. You saved my life, didn't you?"

"Oh, let's not talk like that. The ranger probably would have found you eventually."

"I don't think the ranger was coming at all. You really did save me. I want to pay you for your trouble, but I really don't have any money except what I need for gas to get to the wedding. I feel awful."

"Young lady, I don't do this sort of thing for money."

Gale grew strangely quiet after this, but I chalked it up to a little post trauma shock. A scattering of buildings signaled our arrival in Wapiti. The green neon light of the motel sign soon loomed out of the darkness. I parked at the office and went in to register. The plan was to get Gayle a room too, but elk season put a crimp in that. The place was booked full with hunters. And this was the only motel in this little town.

Back at the truck I delivered the news.

"Well, I've got another monkey wrench for your day. No vacant rooms. Looks like you are bunking with me."

Gale gave me a strained look, and then quickly turned away.

"I've got to place a call and cancel my plans for tonight. I'm afraid I've run out of clock today. We'll get cleaned up and I'll buy you dinner, instead."

Gale didn't even respond to this news. I didn't know what that was about, but it had been a long day, and I needed a shower and a drink. The room was nice. Two queen beds, a small desk next to the TV. The usual table and two chairs, and a bathroom with a nice tub.

"OK girl, you go first. Take a bath if you want. Warm up. I'm gonna check the weather channel for a forecast and have a wee nip of bourbon."

I hauled my duffle and the plastic box with various necessities in from the truck while she disappeared into the john. The bourbon was in the plastic box. I fetched some ice from the machine next to the office, then set up the bar on the desk, and poured myself a substantial portion. Then I glanced back at the door to the bathroom. It gaped open about four inches. I could hear water running into the bath, and Gayle was moving in and out of view

From where I stood in the dimly lit room I could see her reflection in the mirror. It didn't seem that she was aware of me. She was leaning into the mirror, picking at an invisible zit on her temple. Then she backed out of sight. A moment later she came back into view. The sweater was gone and she was wearing the t-shirt. She kept looking at her face from different angles, obviously concerned about the blemish. Then she crossed her arms and pulled the shirt off without taking her eyes from the mirror. I was wrong about the bra. It clearly was not the padded and wire augmented variety. A thin wisp of translucent cloth clung to her breasts, highlighting their shape. Both nipples stood out proudly. She was not big, but she was all that she advertised.

Now I suppose I should have been a gentleman, and just walked back to my bed to enjoy the weather forecast and my drink, but I confess I am no gentleman. The story is too long to relate here, but I had not had the pleasure of watching a lady disrobe since the boss's crazy wedding, and I was rather enjoying myself. (Besides, would any of you even bother to read this if I had behaved myself?)

I felt that familiar stirring in my loins as Gayle went about readying herself for her bath. It felt like that time when I was 14 and somebody left the door ajar in the lady's changing room down at the neighborhood pool, and I got to watch a girl named Annette change out of her bathing suit. Gayle checked out her teeth in the mirror, and then examined that pesky pimple again. Leaning up close to the mirror, she gave it a good squeeze, but I guess nothing came of that. Then, while still leaning forward, she reached behind and un-hooked her bra. She shrugged it off and then stood straight up in front of the mirror, and me.

Gayle wasn't a real soft girl. I could see some ribs, and a well muscled abdomen. Her breasts were perfect half scoops of vanilla ice cream with a single cherry on top. She gave each a rub with her hands and then pinched her nipples. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, and wiggled them down and off. Her panties came off in a wad. Her bush was neatly trimmed, with just a hint of her lips showing below. I memorized everything from the knees up as she took one last long look at herself in the mirror. And that stirring in my loins was turning into a roar.

Then way too quickly, she turned and disappeared from view. The water stopped running and I heard a soft moan as Gayle slipped into the tub. My cock was surging in my pants, and I really wanted to walk over to the door for a better look, but that would surely have given me away, so I finally headed back to my bed and the weather moving in across Idaho.

Time passed, accented by the occasional splashing noise and the squeak of bare butt on plastic tub. The view was left to my imagination, but I had a pretty good idea what I might have seen. I heard the plug open and the sound of water draining from the tub. Of course I needed to top off my drink so I walked to the desk and just happened to glance back at the john door. Gayle was vigorously rubbing a towel across her head to dry her hair, and her eyes were closed. Facing the mirror again, she gave me the full view of trembling breasts, goose bumps, and wet pubic hair. Then she wrapped the towel around her head and reached for another to dry her body. I love the way boobs move when I see a lady rub them, and Gayle did not disappoint. And I love the way they dangle when she bent over to dry her legs. All in all it was a thoroughly entertaining show. Then it was back to my bed before she came out.

She came out of the bathroom with the towel on her head and a larger one wrapped around her body. It covered the important stuff, but not by much. She had tucked the free end into the top between her breasts, and the bottom extended about a third of the way down her thighs. She un-wrapped her head to dry it further. She had fine legs, and when she sat in the chair at the desk, the towel rode up quite a bit. When I walked over to my duffle to pick out a clean t-shirt to offer her, I could glimpse just a wisp of dark hair between her thighs. That gave me a bit of a thrill, too. When I offered her the shirt she accepted it, but her mood was still somber. I guessed that the effects of her day were still weighing on her. I pointed to the bar and told her to help herself. She did, pouring a stiff drink.

I grabbed some clean clothes for myself and walked into the bathroom. Turned out that the door really didn't close all the way due to a distortion in the frame. So I left the same four inch gap Gayle had. Setting my drink down on the counter, I peeled off my shirt. Man, I needed a shower. My jeans left next along with my boxers. My cock was still at about half mast, much larger than its usual storage mode and about half stiff. I'm reasonably well hung so there was no hiding the thing as it swayed around in front of me. I was standing in front of the same mirror that had given me such a good view of Gayle's nakedness, so I couldn't help sneaking a peek into the mirror at that gap in the door. She was sitting in the chair with a drink in her hand, staring back at me. And she was not looking at my eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if she had managed to catch me watching her when she was naked in there.

Oh well, no point trying to hide anything at this point, so I just walked over to start the shower, giving her the best angle at my ass, if she was into such things. Frankly, I was getting even more excited at the prospect of Gayle checking me out, and my cock got a little more stiff. The burning in my groin became more intense too, and I really wanted to whack off in the shower, but I was not ready to do that with her watching. So I quickly soaped up and rinsed off, wondering if she was looking at me the whole time. And wondering if she had had similar thoughts. Drying myself off in front of the mirror, I snuck another look. Both towels hung over the back of the chair, but I couldn't see Gayle at all.

Quickly donning fresh clothes, I went back into the room. I was still rubbing a towel through my hair when I came around the corner. Gayle was in her bed with the covers tucked under her chin. She was looking right at me. She spoke in a subdued voice.

"I'm ready if you want me now."

"Excuse me?"

"You helped me this afternoon, and you said you didn't do such things only for money. I owe you and I know you want sex with me for payment. I saw you looking at me, and I saw how excited you are.... and I'm ready."

I don't shock easily anymore, but this one got me. For a second I just stood there looking at her, with my mouth open I suspect. Then I had to say something.

"Ah, there are a lot of things I've done in my life, and a lot I might someday do that I'm not totally proud of, but I don't do that. I don't force myself on women and I don't coerce women into having sex with me. I like sex, and I'm sorry I was looking at you but I didn't see anything there that would not make me want to have sex with you, but I won't make anybody have sex with me and I sure don't expect it from you. I am so sorry if I gave you that impression, but I'm not that kinda guy. I was just trying to help. Really.

Now, I'm going to get some dinner, and I will happily buy you dinner, but you are going to have to get dressed first, so I'm gonna stand here facing the corner for a bit. Why don't you toss something on and we'll get something to eat."

So I buried my face in the drape, and I heard the rustle of sheets as she climbed out of bed and ran into the bathroom. She was pretty quick in there, for a girl. And soon we were headed out to the truck. The air was cold and sweet, and a light snow was falling. She had my fisherman sweater on again, and she looked really small when she came out the door, but when I held the truck door for her, she gave me a little smile. Then she stopped, stepped back one step and then stretched out to kiss me on the cheek.

"Thank you."

The restaurant was only a mile away. It also was the only restaurant in town and the only bar. It was busy and loud and smoky, but they found room for us at a small table in the back. We ordered drinks and our meals and then we had time to talk. And talk we did. She had come out of that shell that she had occupied before, and she was animated and funny and frankly a whole lot more fun to be with. The food was good, and the time we spent in the bar after dinner, with the locals and the elk hunters, was fun too.

It was late when we walked slowly back to the truck. Four inches of soft powder snow covered the ground. I didn't speculate out loud what Sylvan Pass might look like now, but I didn't figure we would be getting Gayle's car out real early in the morning. But the sky had cleared and the stars filled it and it was just gorgeous. We laughed and joked all the way to the motel.

Back in the room, I headed for my bed. Gayle was in the john, so I stripped down to t-shirt and boxers and slipped under the covers. When she came out, I told her to have a drink if she wanted one, but I was heading for Z time. It had been a long time since 6 AM back in Wells. I must have nodded off, because I startled when I heard her voice.

"Frank. Are you asleep?....Frank!"

"Ah, yeah."

"I'm cold."

"OK"

"Really, I'm cold. Can is snuggle in there with you for a little bit to warm up?"

"Sure, I'm a good heat source."

She hopped the short distance between the beds, and I felt the draft as she climbed under the covers. I picked up my arm and she slid in next to me. I wrapped my arm around her, and she sighed. Then she reached up and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks, this is great."

It was too. Her kiss had given me that little electric thing down my back. She still had a t-shirt on, but I could tell her legs were bare because she had one draped over mine. And her hand was resting on my chest. Her hair smelled sweet and she felt good next to me, even though she didn't feel all that cold. Oh well. I could live with that.

"Hmmm"

She was purring in my left ear, and soon her fingernail started tracing little circles around my right nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt, oh so gently. I think I must have twitched just a little, cause she whispered in my ear, so closely that I felt her breath.

"Oh, do you like this?"

"I'm awake."

"You bastard! Do you like it?"

"Yes girl, I do."

"Good!"

And she kept it up. Then she started running her fingernail directly across my nipple, and that sent another shock down my spine. She giggled, and reached up to nibble on my earlobe. I turned my head toward her, and we were face to face in the dim light of that motel room. A moment later she kissed me ever so softly on the mouth. And it was nice. The next kiss was harder and longer, and the next even more. When her tongue entered and began exploring around, I put my left hand on the back of her head and pressed her into me. She was breathing much deeper now.

I felt her hand slowly and tentatively sliding down across my chest, to my belly, and to the elastic band of my boxers. She met someone there who was rapidly growing up to meet her.

"Oh my....What have we here?"

She was grasping the head of my now erect cock in the palm of her hand.

"Ah, you don't have to do this, you know."

"Oh you're wrong, Frank. I do. I want you....now."

She wasn't waiting for me to answer her. Her head slipped under the covers and I could feel her moving around down there. My boxers were getting tugged south, and both of Gayle's hands now held my cock, and she was licking my shaft from balls to tip and back again. And then she wrapped her lips around him and started sucking up and down. She was making him a very happy boy, and so I thanked her. Ten minutes later, she slid her face all the way up to my chin, smiled into my eyes and then asked, "Can I do this for a little bit?"

With that she was straddling me, and with one hand she was working my cock into her warm, moist slit. It quickly went in up to the hint, and she inhaled deeply. Slowing she worked herself back and forth, sliding him in and out, again and again. Her breathing came faster and faster, and soon she was moaning and working herself up and down on my cock.

She had been rubbing her chest on mine, but then she sat up, the covers flew away, and she slid her knees alongside my waist so she could really grind herself into me. Ripping her t-shirt off over her head, she bared her breasts to my hands, and as I massaged them and pinched her nipples she growled her way into orgasm, her mouth lolling open and her head rolling from side to side as she crushed her clit into my body. Drool dripped from her lips as she grunted and groaned, spasms wracked her belly and her chest heaved with pleasure.

As quickly as it consumed her, the spasms subsided and Gayle fell forward against my chest, panting. I was petting the hair on her head, and just shifted my position slightly, but that pushed my cock a little deeper into her, and she came again, tightening around my dick like a trap. Her whole body went stiff as all her weight pressed her clit into me again. Being the nice guy I am, I rammed my cock in and out as fast as I could, driving her even wilder with pleasure.

This one also subsided, but I found I could re-start her whenever I wanted, just by rubbing up against her clit or moving my cock around in her. I played her like a instrument, crescendo/decrescendo, making music of our own in the bed. She would collapse against me with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, or I could turn her wild eyed and panting with just a few strokes. I lost count of her climaxes.

I suppose I could have kept this up indefinitely, but for two things. For one, Gayle finally looked up at me, a bit bleary eyed herself, and asked me to stop.

"Oh God, that's wonderful, but you have to stop or I'm gonna pee."

And two, after all this I really needed to cum. I was ready to burst.

"Just one more thing girl, if you don't mind."

And I rolled her over onto her back, without slipping out of her, so that I could pleasure myself inside her. I began thrusting for me this time, using my favorite cadence and angles, and it was feeling real good. The pressure built until my eyes bulged, as she lay beneath me crying out with one last tremendous release as I pounded into her. I finally came with a roar, spurting time and again deep inside her.

This time it was my turn to collapse on her, as her breath was racing in and out making little whistling sounds. Gayle's eyes were rolled back in her head, and I feared for a moment that she would pass out. But soon we both settled back to earth, lying entwined and wet with sweat in a similarly soaked bed.

"Hi...My name's Frank. How are you?"

"I'm not cold anymore."

"Well good, cause I gotta get some sleep. Could you please stop bothering me?"

And she hit me! Boy, some people just can't take a joke. We crawled into the other bed, the dry one, and immediately fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Sometime during the night, with her bare ass rubbing against my bare cock, things started stirring again. We both woke up about the same time.

"Is that you poking me in the back?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry."

"Well, can't you do something about that?"

"Here, let me see."

I had my arm around her with a hand cupped over one breast. She squirmed as I caressed her. Running my finger tip across the tip of her nipple had her moaning. Nuzzling the back of her neck made her arch her back. And when I slid my hand down her belly and into the matted fur down below she spread her legs to make room.

My cock slipped into her easily, as she was wet and ready again. Neither of us wasted any time. She was still primed and came softly after only a few moments as I slowly worked my cock in her. She came again when I did. Neither of us moved after we were finished. Gayle fell asleep as my dick slowly shrank and slipped out of her. In her sleep, she twitched a bit at that.

I woke to the noise of voices outside and trucks starting up. The elk hunters were heading out for the trailheads. It was long before dawn, but not too early to check the weather forecast again. Gayle was still asleep as I snuck out of bed and turned on the TV with the volume turned way down. I had spotted the coffee urn in the office the night before, so I pulled on my jeans and a wool shirt, slipped on my boots without socks, and headed there.

Coming back with a Styrofoam cup steaming with dark brew, I bumped into our neighbor coming out of his door. He was already wearing his orange vest.

"Didn't expect to see you up at this hour, dude. From the sounds of things, you filled your tag last night."

"Oh, sorry about that. I guess we got a little carried away. I'll try to hold it down."

"Dude, I don't think you can hold it down, and it sounded like she wouldn't want you to try."

He was smiling and then he gave me a thumbs up.

"Good luck out there today. I hope you get a good bull."

"We're gonna try. You stay out of trouble yourself, you hear?"

"Yeah, roger that."

Back in the room, Gayle was still asleep. The weather channel showed what they no doubt called a forecast, with intermittent storms moving through the area all day. But they weren't about to commit themselves to how much more snow we might get. So I could not tell when we might get Gayle's car out.

I headed for the shower, standing in the hot water trying to figure out how I might handle the day. I still had business to conduct, yet I could not just abandon Gayle. I do some of my best thinking in the shower, but no light bulbs appeared over my head. However, as I stood in the spray and steam, I heard the shower curtain open, and it was Gayle who appeared in front of me.

"Good morning."

"Hi girl. How you doing?"

She moved in for a hug, and while embracing her, I turned us around so she could get the benefit of the hot water. She jumped a bit when the water hit her.

"Ew! Hot!"

"Yeah, you are."

"Was I OK, really?"

"Ah, yeah, you are amazing, girl."

"You're not bad yourself. I'm wasn't a virgin, you know. I've enjoyed men before, but nobody ever made me feel that good. You are an amazing man."

"Why, thank you very much. I'm pleased I could be of service."

I was soaping her all over as we stood together. She seemed to be enjoying my attention. Soon she had the cleanest breasts in Wyoming. When I shifted my ministrations to the south, I could see her eyes close. Close attention to her little on-switch down there caused her to spread her legs a bit and she bent her knees. She came with a snarl through clenched teeth. I didn't stop, and neither did she. Time after time spasms wracked her body until I was holding her up with one hand while I pleasured her with the other. I finally had to stop when I just couldn't hold her up any longer, and I was afraid she would melt to the bottom of the tub.

"Jesus! I can't believe you. I've never cum so many times in a month, much less in this kind of time. Yum, I'm tingling all over. I've got to sit down."

And she did, right in the tub. Looking up after a bit, she saw my cock swaying just above her head. He was about at half staff again. She quickly brought him back to attention by coming to her knees and enveloping him with her mouth. Looking up at my eyes, she sucked and licked him until I could not hold myself back any longer, and I spurted a gallon or so of cum down her throat. Then it was my turn to almost need a seat in the tub.

Somehow we managed to get dressed without fucking again. Both of us were very relaxed as we headed out for breakfast. The little restaurant down the road was quieter in the morning than it had been the previous night. While waiting for our food, I called the Yellowstone road conditions line. Most everything was closed by snow. Not encouraging.

But as soon as I had clicked off, Gayle's phone rang. It was the ranger I had spoken with the night before. And his news was better. The plow had already gone through Sylvan Pass, they had located her car, and a wrecker would be heading our way about ten o'clock. It would pick her up at the motel and they would go fetch her car. So I got on the phone, and made arrangements to meet with my people over lunch.

Finishing breakfast, I took Gayle back to the motel to await her ride. She was quiet again. Shortly before 10 she finally spoke.

"Frank....I don't know how to thank you, for everything. I can't believe I'm gonna just get in that tow truck and you're gonna head the other way, and I guess we will never see each other again."

"Oh, don't say that. You have that wedding to go to, and after my meeting I have to head back to California. I was glad to help you, and I was sure glad we got to share some quality time together. Don't feel bad."

"I know. You're right. And I will have some memories, that's for sure."

"Yep, me too."

The big diesel truck pulled up out front, and Gayle ran out of the door. The last I saw was her back disappearing into the cab. She didn't even wave goodbye. I was surprised how much that hurt. Oh well. I had some memories, too.

Down the road in Cody I met with the folks from the oil company. The gas leases we signed meant I would have to look at two well heads near the back of that piece of land I owned just south of town, but I also would never need to work again. By two o'clock that afternoon my life had changed completely, and I headed back up the North Fork toward Wapiti, and home.

The motel was on the left, and a little silver Toyota was parked out front. Gayle was sitting in a chair on the sidewalk. I pulled in next to her car.

"I recognize you!"

"You better!"

"Where you headed?"

"Nowhere."

"Me neither."

"Wonder if we can get a room in this place?"