Full time RVing - life on the road

[Mike3854]

I mentioned in my initial entry about going to Kentucky after the divorce. Soon after, I needed to come back home for some personal reasons - doctor, dentist, financial planner. I had quickly missed my daughters also, so I was not sad I needed to return to Michigan so soon. I originally planned on being gone for 6 months at least. I needed to move some of my stuff to storage anyways. So after that, and visiting with my oldest daughter for a week, I left to go see my youngest who lived on the west side of the state.


My visit aligned with her university's home football game. I paid a premium for a nice parking spot with my rig, which didn't need to be there, but the bathrooms would come in handy tail-gating. My daughter brought over about 9 kids. I grilled burgers and hot dogs and had a great time. I also met many other adult tail-gaters in the parking lot. So it wasn't only a bunch of drunk 20 year olds, thank god.


I went into the game and took my seat while my girl headed to the student section.The home team was getting its ass kicked, so I left at halftime. I pulled out my camping chairs and set them up, cracked a beer and took a seat. Great people watching.


Many people headed for their cars before the 4th quarter began. People were trickling out of the gates at a steady pace. Then I saw a guy who used to be my neighbor walking by.  I called his name.


"Holy shit, Mike.  Wow, I heard you split town. Like, just took off on Kelly. Wow. Up, so how are you?"


I just let that comment go. No use getting into my divorce with an acquaintance. 


"I'm good, Bob.  Thank you for asking. I'm really happy."


"Cool. I'm happy for you." He seemed sincere. "So who are you here with?"  Then he looked at my RV. "Wait, is this what you're living in? This is cool, man."


"Yep, it's home now. And I'm here with Tabatha, she goes to school here. She's still inside the game."


"Cool.  I'm here with Chrissy and a friend who moved to this side of the state," he looked back from where he came and continued, "who I thought were with me."


Just then his wife came up and said, "Sorry we stopped to talk with someone that Julie knew."


I looked to Julie and realized it was a close friend from about 15 years prior. When recognition kicked in for her, she rushed toward me and threw her arms around me. "Oh my god," she yelled.  "Mike, you fucker, I missed you."


Julie and her husband were friends with my wife and I.  There was a third couple that were also friends. The six of us went out at least once a week. We were all really close. Then, she and her husband moved to the west side of the state because they needed a change, and their son was being bullied in school.  The kids is how we all became friends. They were all in a pre-Kindergarten class together. The mothers became friends sitting in the hallway during class. Then we all went out one night for dinner. We all hit it off. We'd go on vacations and cruises together. About a year after they moved away, they got a divorce. Julie is a beautiful woman, blonde, and in shape. Very toned body.


"Julie, oh my god, how have you been?"


She slapped me in the chest, "How could you divorce her, you two were perfect for each other." Hearing of our divorce had shocked and saddened her.


"Honestly, I couldn't take it any longer. You know she had a temper, especially with me." I looked at her, knowing she knew what I meant. "I still love her, Julie.  But I couldn't live the rest of my life like that.  I'm really happy now."


She looked at me and then smiled and gave me a hug, "I'm happy for you then." We held each other for a long time, just hugging. When she pulled away, she was wiping a tear from her cheek. "I am happy that you're happy, it just came as a shock when I heard. And I just heard the other day. ". Moving over to this side of the state she had lost touch with many. Later she said, Chrissy and another friend were the only two she kept in touch with.


We then turned towards Chrissy and Bob and explained our friendship. They all sat down and we talked for the next hour, until the game was over. When it was time for them to leave, Julie gave me a hug and said, "Call me, we need to catch up."


I smiled, telling her I would. She left and I hung out for a couple hours while my buzz wore off. I was in no rush to get out of there. Just had to find a campground was all that was on my docket for the rest of the day.
That night, I was sitting in the campground thinking about going to bed, when I got a text.


"Do not leave town without seeing me again."


I immediately replied, "Dinner tomorrow, my place?


"I'll bring wine, send me time and address."


She arrived at 4pm the next day. I'm not a great cook, but I tabled a nice looking plate. Salmon, brown rice with a peanut sauce I found on the internet, and asparagus spears.


"I wasn't expecting such a fancy dinner."


The campground had a shitty sun baked picnic table which I had thrown a shitty Dollar Tree plastic table cloth over.


I held out my arms and smiled, ""Only the finest for one of my favorite friends ever."


She smiled.


We flirted a lot back in the day. Usually out of sight of our spouses. But on the night of her 40th birthday party, we kissed. She actually was the one that put her mouth to mine. I thought it would just be lips on lips, but no. She opened her mouth and moaned "kiss me". And, I did.  I quickly realized how it was wrong and pulled away. She looked at me. She gave a sad face, turned and walked away. I tried laughing it off a week later saying she had a bit too much drink. When she asked why I said that and I told her of the kiss, she said, "I've wanted to do that so many times with you, and it took me getting drunk to actually get up the courage." I was speechless. Blank faced. And we never said another word about it. Ever.


The meal was actually really good. Julie, I believe, was sincere when she said it was a 4 star meal. I thanked her. She then asked for a tour of my RV. I walked her through and she told me it was really nice and asked where my next adventure was.

I told her of my plans of going to the upper peninsula of Michigan, then circle Lake Michigan to get to the Indiana Dunes National Park. She said it sounded like fun and asked if she could join me.


"Of course," I said, "But as you have seen, there is only one bed, and I'm not sleeping on the couch."


"Well maybe we'd finally get back finishing our kiss."

She smiled.


Her comment was met with silence from me. I froze.


She grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go for a walk." 
When we got back a hour later from our walk, we went inside. I started doing the dishes while Julie took a seat on the couch with her glass of wine. I finished up and as I walked over she held out her empty glass.  Smiling, she said, "I need to get the courage up to kiss you again."


I took her glass from her and set it on the counter behind me. Turning back toward her, I knelt down in front of her. She was leaning back in the couch cushions.  I took her hands in mine and pulled her to sitting-up right. And I kissed her.


My first kiss with a woman in probably 4 years.
Sproing!  Well, not really. Remember that impotency thing. Yeah, Fuck. My.Life.  This was before the purple pills came into my possession 3 months later. I would have fucked Julie, but I knew I couldn't. I've jacked off thinking about her probably 100 times. Hell yes I would have fucked her. I would've fucked the shit out of her. But I physically couldn't. And really, I don't think she would have let me.


I broke the kiss. "Is this a good idea," I asked.


She didn't answer, she instead asked, "How bad do you want to have sex with me right now. Because I want it really bad."


"We can't."


"We can."


"No Julie, We can't."


She studied me for a moment. Then very seriously she said, "I'm going to join you on your trip. And who knows, we might fall in love. And when you do, I want the first time you tell me that you love me, is when you're sliding your cock inside me for the first time."


“I do love you, as a friend.” I stared at her.


"I'm going with you, okay," she asked again. “And you will fuch me when you fall in love with me.”


A million thoughts were going through my head.Then I nodded my head.


She smiled, "Good, now let's keep kissing."


An hour later, and after some more wine, Julie said, "I can't drive like this. I'm going to have to stay over."


"Might as well get used to it, We're going to be together for the next 17 days."


She added, "Let's get to bed then, I'm tired."


As she was in the bathroom, I got into a t-shirt and running shorts. I usually sleep nude.


Julie came out of the bathroom dressed.  I pointed where the light switch was. She ignored me and left the light on. Instead, she reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. She unbuttoned and removed her shorts. Black bra. Hot. Pink panties. Hotter.

“Is it okay if I sleep in the nude.”

I didn’t even get a chance to answer as she took her bra off.  I wasn't hiding that I was looking at her tits.
Then she bent down, losing her panties. Standing back up, she crawled toward me and sat up straight, giving me a look at her pussy.  My eyes went from her pussy, to her tits, then pussy, then tits. How many times had I jacked off wondering what her nude body was like. And here it was, more beautiful than I even fantasized. A perfect triangle of hair down below. Even two years older than me, her small tits sat high on her chest.
"You can touch," she said. "I think we'd both enjoy it."


One hand went to her tits, the other to her pussy. First cupping it from underneath with my finger stroking her. Then reaching back and rubbing my wet finger tip across her asshole.  I wasn't sure how she'd react, but my dick actually flinched when she spread her legs a little wider.  I brought her to orgasm only once. Her saying she needed fucked as she came while my finger inside her and my thumb massaging her clit. To watch someone cum the first time is magical, and with Julie, it will be imprinted on my memory forever.


"I told you we'd both enjoy it," she said.


Afterwards, Julie turned off the lights and crawled into bed. She laid tight alongside me, still naked, with her leg draped over me. She never reached for my tool.


She awoke early the next morning. Went home to pack her clothes. I picked her up at her house. For the next two and a half weeks, we circled Lake Michigan. We enjoyed every day together. She worked remotely a bit, but we hit every small town, state park, and local gift shop there was. With the occasional shitty bar and greasy spoon mixed in. Each night, we would get into bed, nude together. Some nights I'd get her off with my finger, sometimes with my mouth -  I LOVE to eat pussy - and other nights, we'd just fall asleep in each other's arms. She never touched my junk, but I felt her looking as I walked to the bathroom, or as I was getting dressed.  But we never fucked. I think she figured out I had difficulty getting hard.


When I hugged her goodbye, I looked her in the eyes. "I am in love you, Julie."


"I love you, too. Ya know, we could be together, all you have to do is ask and I'll come with you."


I didn't ask.  I actually never replied to her comment.


We still text on occasion. She asked me to text her if I'm ever in Las Vegas.  She wants to fly in and have me take her up to Utah hiking for a couple of weeks. I went to Utah 12 years prior with my family. I loved it.
I'm thinking I'll be out in Nevada sometime around April. Utah sounds fucking great. Going to try like hell to make it happen. 


I'm back in Michigan for the wedding tomorrow night, maybe I should shoot across the state next week. Just to say hello to Julie.

[msslave]

Great story Mike.
Maybe you should move.it to this area.

http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=27.0

Keep on sharing this is a great start.

[Mike3854]

Some bad news, my RV is in the shop, so I'm living at a friend's house. An old neighbor who is widowed. He's kind enough to let me stay here. 

I was up in the area for a family wedding a week ago when one of my a/c units started acting up. Into the shop it went. Hopefully I'll have it by weeks end. 

It was great seeing my daughters and family at the wedding. The bride is my niece. My wife was invited because she was always close with my niece but didn't attend. I really wish she would have gone, it would have been good to see her. I still talk to her on occasion. I still love her but as I mentioned previously I just can't live with her.

At the wedding, I discovered that my niece works at the same company that one of my old high school friends does. Which brings me to a story I am going to tell you from 40 years earlier. 1984. 

I had graduated high school and was attending the community college. Almost all of my friends had gone off to live at school.  It scattered all of us. Michigan State, Michigan, Saginaw Valley, Michigan Tech in the U.P.  There were about 12 of us, equally split between guys and girls. A couple of them were dating. Whenever I'd talk to them on the phone they'd tell me to get my ass to their school for some parties, and tell me how great they were. I did attend a few, but I had to work most Saturdays so I had to stay around home. 

There was one friend of the group that didn't go.  Her name was Debbie. She was planning to go away to school, but some shit happened with her dad losing his job or being laid off, and her parents pulled the plug on funding her dorm room and the meal plan, explaining she could just commute to the local college from home for the first year at least. It absolutely crushed her. 
As for why I didn't go away, my grades were shit. I couldn't get into most schools and my parents weren't going to fund it if I had. So I took a job to get me through school. I had skin in the game and had to buckle down and focus on getting good grades. 

Debbie and I had been fuck buddies in high school. We hooked up at a party at her parents house early in our senior year. We were both wasted and vowed to never do it again. That promise lasted a week and we hooked up every chance we could, all while keeping it hidden from the rest of our group of friends. Around February, I started dating Kelly, so Debbie and I cooled it. That is until 6 weeks later. Kelly and I were still dating. I was at the bowling alley when I bumped into Debbie. We went out and got high in my car, then went back in and played a couple videogames, along with a game of pool. From there we went out to the car for a make out session, she lit up another joint and 30 minutes later tells me she is way too fucked up to drive. I drive her to her home and we fucked for about 2 hours out in her childhood playhouse in the backyard. Though my girlfriend wasn't part of our tight friend group, she and Debbie were friends and had a couple of classes together.  We both felt guilty and promised we'd never do it again. And we didn't. A month later, on the very day Kelly and I broke up, we bumped into each other at a party. We snuck out in the garage of the party and the family car is where we ended up. That car had cum everywhere in it.  I felt a hazmat sticker should have been slapped on it as we exited it to return to the party. 

Back to Debbie not being able to go away to school. While she was bummed at first, she got over it. And it worked out fantastic for me. With our friends away at school, Debbie and I still had each other. In fact, she was going to the same college as I was. So we'd often ride there together and on the way home she'd always have an excuse to have me come into the house, offering leftovers in thanks for me always driving, or asking me to come in and help her with some math shit she didn't understand. We weren't in the same class, but math is my jam. But she always had an excuse to get me to come into the house. I knew she really just wanted to fuck, but I played along. Both her parents worked until 5pm and we had the place to ourselves for 4 hours.  2 hours of that was spent studying. An hour flipping through cable stations and eating.  The other hour was fucking, licking, and sucking. Three times a week, minimum. More when we hooked up on the weekends. We fucked a lot. A whole lot. 

She didn't want me as a boyfriend back in the day. But she wanted that dick, and I was happy to oblige. It was great. I was 19 years old, no girlfriend to distract me from my studies or work, so no emotional girlfriend shit. It was perfect. Just a lot of sex. She was the girl that taught me how to eat pussy so well. And I taught her how to give a great blowjob. And I mean great. As I'd cum in her mouth she'd use her tongue to push my head against the roof of my mouth as her tongue waggled on the underside of my rod. For the rest of my life I never experienced any better.

Our friends never found out. As for the friends being kept in the dark, that was her doing. She said I was too scrawny to date. Whatever! I was getting some, so it didn't hurt my feelings. I just rolled with it.

Back to the wedding a couple weeks ago. I recognize Debbie and walk right over to her. It takes a moment but she recognizes me and asks why I'm there. I tell her I'm the bride's uncle, and she explains she works with my niece, I tell her how great she looks, we catch up with what's been going on the last 40 years in each other's lives. I tell her my wife and I split up. She tells me that her husband left her a few years prior. 
"Bingo", I think to myself. I'm getting laid tonight.

I bounce around the wedding reception for the next three hours, making sure to check in on Debbie every 15 minutes or so. Sneaking in a dance or two, both slow and fast. I even introduced her to my girls as one of my best friends in high school. With about a half hour left in the night, before the band packs it up, a slow song comes on and I think it's time to wrap this deal up. I find her, ask her to dance, I hold her hand guiding her to the middle of the dance floor, and pull her in close and whisper in her ear.

"I've had a great time tonight and would love to walk hand in hand out of here with you and extend our night a little longer. Would you be willing to join me back at my hotel room?"

"This old grandma's body isn't how you remember."

"You are beautiful, Debbie. More beautiful as I remember. Both inside and out. And your body is beautiful. And I have to confess that I've been admiring you in this beautiful dress all night. I like to think I've aged well, but you've aged great. For the last few hours I've done nothing but have dirty thoughts about you. I'm sorry if that offends you."

She looked in my eyes and said how much she enjoyed spending time with me in high school and that freshman year at college. She said that her mind kept going back to those times many times throughout this evening. She explained that us getting together before nights end had crossed her mind also. 

She ended up turning down my invitation. Which is okay, because I had a lot of fun dancing and catching up with her, and thinking back about the fun times we had.

It was really great to see her.