Innocent Milf

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Sunshine and evergreen scent filled the air. Cary's warmth filled my arms. Anticipation filled my heart.

I could get used to waking up like this. Cary nuzzled against me, and then murmured something quietly in her sleep. I grinned into her hair. "Good morning,mon amour," I murmured. "What are you talking about in your dreams?"

Cary stirred and took a deep breath, her face scrunching adorably against a sliver of sunlight that had worked its way through a narrow gap in the top of the tent's tied-closed door. She pushed the heels of her hands against her sleepy eyes and stretched outwards. "I have to pee," she mumbled grumpily.

I chuckled and stood up. She growled and pulled the sleeping bag back up over herself. "No. Cold."

I pulled on my shorts--modern clothing to pack up and put things away again. "Which one do you want? Warm or outhouse? Because it's too early to have both."

Gray eyes pinned me in place blearily. "Not fair." She slowly kicked the sleeping bag off herself, revealing nipples hardened by the morning chill and goosebumps along her arms, legs, and belly. Despite her eyes being open, she groped for her clothes as if she were still asleep. I watched her with affectionate amusement until she tried to put her left arm through the head hole of her T-shirt and got stuck.

After helping her into her shirt, I handed her a pair of flip-flops. She grinned sleepily and kissed me. "My hero. Back in a minute."

"Ha. No way. You're not the only one who has to pee. I'm coming, too." I untied the front flaps of my tent and we walked into the lambent blaze of a Colorado sunrise over the nearby mountains. Cary's somnolent shuffle turned into a slightly springier step as we continued down the dirt path near our tent towards the campground restrooms. I had woken up beside Cary before, but this camping trip really helped me to understand that she wasn't exactly a morning person.

Her fingers laced into mine as we walked. "Thanks for coming to rescue me from the 'bear' last night," she said. "Now that I've slept it off, I think maybe we have some things to talk about later.Afterwe get back--I don't want to embarrass Jack by talking about our relationship in the car."

I nodded pensively. I had been doing some thinking. Even just talking to Paul and Joe about my relationship with Cary had underscored the tendency of people to look at our age gap and decide that it was their responsibility to say something. And the assumptions that people made about Cary were beginning to annoy me--our unwanted visitor last night had been a perfect example.

Jack, Cary, and I all had breakfast together. Jack had made deliciously-spiced sausage links and eggs with buttermilk biscuits over his campfire, and we all munched on them together as we waved goodbye to various other campers packing up and leaving the site. I wasn't in any hurry, since we would only be driving another hour away--unbeknownst to Cary.

Cary went to pack up our stuff while I helped Jack break down his tent and jam it into the back of his parents' station wagon. I spotted her talking happily with a few folks who wandered by, but since she was at the other end of the road, I couldn't hear what she was saying. Still, nobody seemed to be wagging an admonishing finger at her or crossing their arms disapprovingly. Maybe the censure of other folks was mostly in my head.

By the time the sun had climbed high enough to be out of our eyes and beating down on our heads, we had everything packed up--with Jack's stuff towards the front of the car and my special surprise duffel bag closer to the door. I grinned, heart rate speeding up. Cary showed no signs of suspicion that I had anything planned.

"I'll drive first," Jack announced as Cary and I waved our last goodbyes to stragglers and to the booshway as she untied the cow skull from the gate to the campground. By this evening, there would be little evidence that this area had been a 19thcentury trading camp for a weekend and more. It made me feel a little melancholy, just as the end of Rendezvous always did.

Cary slid into the back seat, and I sat next to Jack. Instead of turning towards Durango, Jack spun the wheel and headed west on the road. The three of us chatted excitedly about what we had seen and done at Rendezvous, and plans for next year. Cary was already thinking about ways to update her impression for the next event. Jack and I occasionally exchanged conspiratorial looks.

It wasn't until we had been driving for nearly an hour that Cary sat up straighter in her seat and looked around. "Hey, are we taking a different way back?" she asked. "This doesn't look familiar."

Jack and I burst out in guffaws. "You'll see," I answered. "It's a surprise."

After that, Cary was full of suppressed curiosity and excitement, but tried to keep engaged in our conversation. She would occasionally drift off in the middle of a sentence, distracted as she attempted to work out where we were going and what we were doing.

We arrived at the regional park within another twenty minutes, and paid the entry and camping fee. Cary raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. The grin had not left my face since she had figured out we were driving the wrong way, and Cary's answering smile was curious but eager. Once we got to our campsite, Jack put the car in park. "Okay, you two get your stuff and get out. I'll see you in a couple of days."

Cary's eyebrows pulled down in worry. "Wait a minute. Days? My kids--"

"I already talked to your stepmother," I answered. "She agreed to watch Annie and Patrick for another couple of days. She's planning on it."

"Jennifer is in on this?" Cary's facial expression went from worried to stunned. "How--?"

I laughed. "I've been working on this for a while. Come on, we have some unpacking to do. Don't look in the green duffel bag--that's still a secret."

Cary turned towards Jack. "Obviouslyyouknew about this, then."

"Some of it." Jack shrugged. "Whatever Matt's got planned, he hasn't told me everything. But I'm headed down to Mesa Verde to hang out. I'm going to enjoy a hotel with air conditioning and a shower. And a restaurant where I don't have to cook the food."

"There's showers here," I answered. "Right down the road. It's only a little bit of a walk." I double checked that all of our stuff that we needed was out of the back of Jack's station wagon. "All right, dude. See you in a couple of days! Take it easy."

Jack looked between us--me eager, and Cary timid but excited. He shook his head slightly, and shrugged. "All right. Have fun, you crazy kids." He did an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice. "I'll be back."

I pulled Cary's nylon tent out from under the roll of my canvas tent. "First thing's first: we need to set this up here," I said. Cary tilted her head inquisitively, and I answered, "This campsite needs to look occupied when the rangers come by to check."

Cary's expression became mischievous. "What are you planning?"

"You'll see." I extended a tent pole and slid it through the nylon tubes and loops in her little dome tent. "Come on, let's get this up and staked down. I want to get moving while there's plenty of daylight."

We talked about plans for the rest of the summer as we worked. Cary was excited for me to see her new dress that she had gotten while out shopping with Jenna, but wouldn't tell me anything more about it. She teased me with hints about my graduation present that I had still not received. And of course, every time our hands touched or we passed each other, we stopped to kiss.

It didn't take long to set up her little tent and stake it down. We had been given an orange plastic tag to indicate residency of the campsite when we paid at the gate. I made sure to hang it a hook of the little wooden post near the empty parking space for our campsite. Despite being solidly June and prime camping season, only a few other tents had been pitched up and down the row. I had chosen this site for its remoteness and low traffic; nobody would take much notice of us.

Satisfied with my survey, I picked up two old aluminum-framed trekking packs that Jack had salvaged for me from his former Boy Scout troop's supplies. Already packed inside was food and water in sealed, airtight containers that I fervently hoped would not attract bears or raccoons. There were a couple of other little surprises as well. I lashed my rolled-up canvas tent to the bottom of my pack with the nylon straps, and grimaced at its weight and bulk.

"Where are we going?" Cary asked, eyes shining.

"Adventuring," I answered. "Take this pack, and this duffel bag. No peeking."

After a quick pause to sunscreen up again and to spray ourselves with bug repellant, we were off. I had a map that I hoped I was reading correctly, and took us out of the back of the campsite with Cary following and humming excitedly to herself. A survival knife with a compass in the hilt was sheathed at my side, and I glanced at it periodically to make certain we were on course. As we hit the top of the small rise to which our campsite backed up, a mountain-valley vista opened beneath us, and Cary gasped.

A series of small streams crisscrossed in shining rivulets in the valley. Clumps of dark trees dotted the floor of the basin in little shaded copses here and there. Winding away to the east the valley cut between the feet of small mountains and flat-topped mesas, their feet covered in tough grasses and shrubs. Stony hillocks capped with gnarled, stubborn pines squatted in the valley.

"Oh my God. It's beautiful." Cary leaned against me. "Even if just this view is the surprise, it was worth the drive."

I grinned. "This is just the beginning. Let's go: you'll love the rest of it." We hiked until we found a trail that led down into the valley by a series of switchbacks and turns, taking about an hour. The trail itself was pretty old and disused--parts of it were completely overgrown with scrub and tall grasses. Cary and I each found sticks to poke and prod at any vegetation that we stepped too near: our experience hiking around the parks in town back home had prepared us well for this.

At one point, my stick actually roused a disgruntled snake, but rather than the diamondback I was always looking to avoid, it was some sort of harmless ratsnake. Still, that didn't stop Cary from shrieking a little and grabbing my arm. We both laughed in relief and continued down into the valley. Once we got down into the tall grasses and streams, I turned us towards the end of the valley back in the hills.

"Off trail from here," I said. "Not much of an adventure if we just walk where other people have already been."

Cary's adventurous grin reminded me of all the reasons I loved her, and I pulled her close--pack and all--for a deep kiss. She put her hands against my chest and made a contented sound. Releasing her, I twitched my head towards the end of the valley. "Come on. Not much longer."

Thatturned out to be inaccurate. We slowly picked our way through the grass and streamlets for almost another hour until we reached a likely spot. It was a flat area hidden behind one of the many rocky hills tumbled across the bottom of the plain, with tall grass-covered slopes reaching up on one side, a gurgling river a few hundred feet away, and the other slope of the valley as it narrowed up about a quarter mile after that. A half-circle of dark-needled evergreens partially obscured the entryway to the site.

Nobody would be able to see us here unless they came down into the valley and walked right by us. Or if they had a helicopter. But from here, we could still barely see the distant shoulder of the slope on which our decoy campsite had been set. I grinned and unslung my pack. "Here we go. Home sweet home."

Cary unslung her pack as well and stretched. "Oooh. That feels good to put down. So, are wereallycamping here?"

I nodded. "Here, have some water." I handed her a bottle I had filled, and she took a long, grateful gulp. I followed suit, and then dug out some flexible tent-poles for a dome tent and deposited them on the ground beside my canvas tent.

"Okay, I'll bite. How are we going to put up your canvas tent without its big wooden poles? As far as I know, you left them with Jack." Cary pointed at the lighter dome-tent poles. "Those? How will that even work?"

"I've been preparing," I answered. "It won't be as roomy as when it's set up as a wall tent, but we'll still have plenty of room to rest."

It was tricky, but between the two of us, we managed to fit the canvas tent over the smaller frame made by three long, arched poles whose ends were jammed into holes I'd dug into the ground and then filled in. Piling some likely rocks around their feet kept them still. Well, still enough. It only had to stay in place for a couple of days.

Inside the draped-and-lashed tent, we rolled out the groundcloth, and I pulled Cary's bearskin out from my duffle bag. She grinned when she saw it. Flaps tied closed, the tent was pretty secure; I knew it might get chilly up here at night, but I had some plans for that, too. "Time for the surprise," I announced.

Cary sat back into a squat on top of the bearskin. The corners of her mouth turned up in a shy, excited smile. "Okay, Mr. Mysterious--you've got me here, all to yourself for a few days. And you've gone to some trouble to make sure that we're pretty isolated out here. So now what? Are you going to finally tell me what else is in that bag?"

I smiled as well. "Welcome to your Stone Age Getaway. For the next two days, we're going to live out some of your sexy cavewoman books. Well, the fun parts from the later ones. Starting with the clothes." I opened the duffel bag and pulled out her costume. She gave me a wild grin in return and snapped them from my hand. She motioned for me to turn around. I did so and started to pull off my own modern clothing. Soon I was wearing a leather-and-rawhide kilt equipped with a few pouches and a leather strap like a bandolier.

I turned around in time to see Cary tying the last leather thong behind her neck; she was now wearing a bikini covered in rabbit fur and a leather-and-rawhide miniskirt--more Raquel Welch a laOne Million Years B.C.thanClan of the Cave Bear. Both of us had simple leather sandals--I didn't need to be wandering around in the wilderness barefoot.

Food, soap, and water remained in the packs which I covered over with a blanket. The other surprises I took out. I'd pored over some oldNational Geographicissues, and looked at several books in the library, making some sketches until I was pretty sure I'd gotten this right. The first surprise was a stone hammer, its head lashed to a split wooden handle with heat-shrunk rawhide. Two "knives" were little more than six-inch-long obsidian chunks whose edges I had painstakingly chipped on either side until they made a nasty, serrated edge. I had carefully wrapped some rawhide bands around the bases and covered them in simple leather sheaths for carrying.

Cary whistled. "Holy cow. You must have worked forever on these! Did you make the clothes, too?"

I nodded. "I had to wear a spray-painting mask and goggles to work with the obsidian. The guy at the rocks and minerals shop thought I was crazy, and I was sweeping and vacuuming up bits for a while. I had to buy a new vacuum bag," I rolled my eyes ruefully, remembering the perforated mess I had inadvertently made as razor-sharp volcanic glass-shards shot into the bag of my parents' vacuum at home.

Cary laughed. "Wow! You really did your homework!"

"Oh, I've got more," I said. "I borrowed a bunch of Sascha'sFoxfirebooks. She thought I was crazy, too. But in a fun, benign way. I wanted to get some time with just the two of us and no distractions." I touched her cheek, and she nuzzled against my hand, smiling happily with her eyes closed. "We've spent so much time trying to either tiptoe around with our relationship, or arrange our time around work or friends. I just wanted us to have a day or two completely on our own."

Cary sighed in complete contentment. "That sounds perfect. You're wonderful. If I'd known that you were planning a vacation within a vacation, I would have brought some more things for relaxing."

I held up her sketchbook and pencils. "I brought my Walkman and some music, and a few books. We can take a break from prehistory when we want. But mostly just us enjoying each other. Why don't we start by making a firepit?"

Cary stood and wiggled her hips suggestively. "Sure you don't want to visit the 'Valley of the Horses' first?" she smirked.

Even though I thought that the Jondalar character inValley of the Horseswas a horny dumbass whose only redeeming feature was his giant dong, I appreciated how much sex played into the plot. And the fact that Cary had all four books told me she appreciated it in some measure as well. I grunted in mock-caveman style and grabbed Cary's wrists, pulling her towards me. She shrieked and laughed, falling into my arms.

Flipping her miniskirt up and pulling her panties down took no time at all. She found the drawstring on my kilt and yanked it free. I knelt behind her and pushed her onto her hands and knees. Cary chuckled. "Oooh. Cave-Matt takes charge."

We'd had sex from behind before, but this time felt much more visceral. Maybe it was the spontaneity of it, but within just a couple of thrusts, Cary was groaning and pushing her wonderful, round bottom back against me as I plunged deeper. Her breathing came sharp, in time with her rocking back and forth.

I let go from her hips with one hand and reached underneath to squeeze one of her swaying breasts, rolling the nipple back and forth a little between my fingers. She had goosebumps, and I wondered if she was picturing a scene from the novels. I braced with one leg and bent forward, nibbling at her ear. Cary squeaked and then instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth.

A breathless laugh escaped me. "It's okay. There's nobody around us for literal miles. You can be as loud as you want."

"You just--uuuhhh--you just like hearing me make noises," Cary moaned.

"Of course," I replied, speeding up the pace just a little. The slippery heat around my dick was increasing, and Cary's pumps back into me were getting shorter and sharper. She had fallen forward onto her forearms, and rocked back and forth on them.

It was only a few minutes before she started to shudder. "Oh, God. Matt! Matt!"

It wasn't quite simultaneous: Cary came first, in spasms that made her arms shake. I reached forward and cupped under her shoulders to keep her upright so that she didn't collapse face-first into the bearskin rug. As she tightened around me, I could feel myself lose control. Successive spurts inside her made Cary howl helplessly and jerk in my arms. Her sounds of primitive pleasure echoed from the stony peaks a hundred feet or more above our tent peak.

Content, I pulled out and helped her to stand on wobbly legs, like a fawn finding its gait for the first time. Cary grabbed my shoulders and leaned into me. The loose waves of her auburn hair drifted over her face and against my shoulder. Her breath had evened out, and she was still trembling a little. From time to time, I could feel a faint twitch from her, and realized that she was still getting "aftershocks."

"Well," she said with a breathless little chuckle. "I guess I can check that off of my sexual fantasy list."

I grinned. "I'm glad 'getting pounded by a caveman' was something I could help with."

Cary blushed. "All right, 'Jondalar.' Let's rinse off in the stream and get a firepit started. I bet you have ideas about how to keep warm tonight, but fire would also be nice. Then you can show me what else you have planned for our getaway."