Tow-Away Stowaway

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Heading to Cody to drop off the trailer, hit the ATM for cash, and grab something to eat.

~~~ Monday (cont'd) ~~~

The rest of the drive to Cody to drop off the U-Haul trailer was far less exciting. Lydia got dressed. I stuck my bottom lip out in a playful pout as she covered her nakedness and she giggled at me. Once she was dressed again, she caught my fingers, kissed them and then laughingly reported that they smelled like her twat.

I informed her that she didn't have a twat - she had a gorgeous little pussy - or kitty cat - and I loved it dearly. She laughed at me when I asked her if she could kindly help me get dressed as well. The seatbelt alarm chimed again as she undid it to lean over and fix my boxers and shorts. I only crossed the center line a couple of times as we maneuvered - but nobody was anywhere near us - so no sex-related vehicle catastrophes needed to be reported.

We pulled into the rental place, dropped the trailer where the guy asked, and accepted our receipt for the return.

I hit one of the big hardware stores and started working on my list. I grabbed a chainsaw, bar oil, and a Jerry can. I started to move on and then grabbed a second fuel container. Lydia giggled at me as I contemplated a third one.

"It's not that far back to the next town," she reported.

"I know," I said. "I just... You're right."

"Of course, I am," she said tartly.

"Is that so?" I asked, unable to keep from grinning at her.

She leaned in for a kiss and a hug.

"I am so smitten with you," I told her.

"I'm really fucking smitten with you too, Mr. Simms," she replied, grinning wickedly.

I moved on - coming to the generators.

Most of my tools required electricity. Electricity wasn't available. The closest power pole was back at the hard road - just north of the town where Melba's store was - like two miles from my property.

As I looked over the models, trying to decide which one to get, an employee happened along.

"The big one's on sale," he reported. "$10 more than the medium-sized one."

"... but...," I said, looking around for the item he was describing.

"We sold the last one this morning," he reported. "I can order it for you. Probably take a week to get here."

I asked him about home delivery and he nodded. I took the rest of my items to the service desk and he wrote everything up for the generator. I sent Lydia back for another Jerry can.

"Best keep the young lads away from that cutie...," he said jovially.

"Guaranteed," I replied, smiling back.

He gaped at me when Lydia returned with the can and leaned in to claim a kiss as her reward. I shrugged my shoulders at him. He grinned more broadly and just shook his head.

I got everything paid for and we hauled our loot to the truck. I tossed Lydia the keys and took the cart back into the store.

"How'd you manage that?" he asked me when he saw me return.

"She was desperate to escape from her mother," I told him.

"Damn..."

"I tried to tell her to wait for the right one to come along...," I confided to him. "I think she's crazy but she insists that she's already found him."

"Lucky bastard..."

"Don't I know it," I told him.

I thanked him for his assistance and headed back to the truck. Lydia was in the passenger seat.

"You didn't want to drive?" I asked her.

"I'm perfectly happy to sit over here and let you do all of the work," she said with a grin.

"Lunch?"

"Tacos?"

"I can do that... I usually get chicken. It sets better."

"I probably should too - but I'm addicted to their regular tacos. Can we get the seasoned shells?"

"Definitely. I love those too."

Lydia pulled up the directions and we drove to the fast-food restaurant. I held the door for her. She grinned and held the next one for me. I pinched her on the butt and grinned back.

We both ordered more food than we could eat. We packed it into a box and set it in the back to finish later.

I stopped by an ATM and withdrew the daily limit from my account. I thought about stopping by the lumberyard but decided to go see Ted again instead. His prices weren't that much worse. My college Economics teacher had continuously preached that - if you didn't support a business - you should not be surprised when it disappeared. I needed Ted to stick around.

Lydia asked about some curtains. The windows were small - to keep out animals and people - but I had to agree that they looked a little drab. We stopped at a home goods store and I messed around on my phone while she circled the place with a helpful employee. She spent more than I would have liked but she was grinning from ear to ear - and promised to make it worth my while later. The cute young female employee had blushed when she heard Lydia lean close to my ear and deliver that message. I was fairly certain that she had done it intentionally - the little minx.

I hit a gas station to top off the truck, fill the Jerry cans, and grab a soda for me and the little missus. She squealed and kissed me hard when I called her that. She spotted a box of mood rings by the checkout and made me buy one for her. She stuck it on her finger like it was an engagement ring. The lady that was checking us out looked back and forth between the two of us and then just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

Lydia held my hand and bounced all of the way back to the truck. I opened the door for her. She kissed me and jumped in. I closed her in and headed for my side. In minutes, we were heading northward - back towards the edge of civilization.

Two hours later, we pulled into the no-name town and Lydia demanded to go see Melba. The store owner laughed when the little blonde showed off her new ring. I asked Melba how the delivery was going to work for the generator. She warned me that the driver would likely leave it at her store. She told me that she'd hold it until we came back to town. She laughingly informed me that she'd been needing a good backup generator so I could take my time in coming to claim it.

I left Lydia chatting with Melba and went to visit Ted to get some more lumber. I wouldn't be able to do much with it until the generator arrived - but I wanted to go ahead and make sure I had everything that I wanted. I was fairly certain I had what I needed for the outhouse - but I needed a couple more sheets of plywood and a few more boards to get the back porch closed in to use as a storage area for keeping the firewood dry. I also needed to reserve an area for the waste bucket to sit until I could get the outhouse repaired.

The more I thought about it, I decided that I needed a small shed - or at least just a small covered shelter - to stack the wood that was seasoning for the following year. Ted had the poles I wanted but they were too big for my truck. I also did not have a way to dig holes for them.

The slow-talking lumber worker and I went back and forth until we came to an agreement on him (or a hired hand) coming out, digging four holes where I wanted, setting the posts for an eight-foot by eight-foot shelter, and then putting a roof on the thing. I handed over all of the money I'd gotten from the ATM - plus the rest of what I'd had left from before. I was broke - but I was going to have a wood shed and not have to raise a hammer to get it done. Ted's estimate for when he would be out was "a week or two". I wanted to laugh - but that worked just fine. By then, I'd probably have to run back to Cody for more money. I'd just need to warn Ted before I took off. I knew without a doubt that the one day I was gone would be the day he chose to show up.

I returned to Melba's store, caught the two of them up, and then Lydia and I headed for the cabin.

We ended up eating our leftovers from lunch for dinner - along with some cheese and crackers. We decided to save the steaks for another night.

Lydia and I worked out where we wanted the small pole barn. As we worked to mark out the places for the posts, we talked about chickens. Almost immediately, I realized that I should have doubled the size of the new shelter - and closed half of it in to serve as the chicken coop.

"We might wait on the chickens until next spring," I told her.

"Will the chickens just be for eggs?" she asked, looking worried.

"You don't eat layers until they stop laying," I told her. "If you're opposed to killing them, I'm sure we can find somebody to buy them."

"Couldn't we just...?"

"Let them go? The wild animals would get them - which would probably be a worse death than what you're imagining."

"I guess," she said.

"Fresh eggs last a long time without refrigeration," I informed her. "We'd always have something to eat. Chickens eat whatever we don't - so they recycle everything."

"Okay, okay...," she said.

"You'll see," I told her. "If you get queasy about it, we can probably sell the whole thing off and not be out much. I think you'll be amazed at how simple it is - assuming we don't have a fox problem or bear problem around here..."

"How do you know there won't be baby chicks in the eggs...," she asked.

I laughed.

"You missed that day in health class?" I teased her. "We won't have a rooster - just hens. When there's no daddy to fertilize the eggs, they're just eggs - yummy eggs."

"You mean - like - when I have my period?"

"You ovulate before that - but yes."

The look of relief on her face made me laugh again. She slugged me.

"It's just unfertilized chicken eggs," I told her. "They'll be happy to eat our scraps. We'll buy them a little feed and some scratch - but they should be able to find most everything they want out here. I'm sure there are all kinds of good bugs. We'll have to mix topsoil with it but their shit will help fertilize the garden as well."

"You put poop on...?"

She slugged me again as I laughed at her.

"Grandma must have skipped over that lesson," I told her.

She growled at me. I wrapped her in a hug and brought my lips close to hers.

"Ready to leave me yet?" I asked.

"No," she said firmly. "I just... I'm learning."

She gave me a quick peck.

"I'm right where I want to be, Mr. Simms."

"You're right where I want you to be too," I replied.

"Good."

"Hear anything more from your mother?"

"Not yet. She'll sober up again, I'm sure, and pester me some more."

We moved into the house and started hanging the curtains that Lydia had bought. Once those were up, she handed me more and more things and told me where to place them. When we were done, the place looked far cozier than it had an hour or so before.

"What do you think?" she asked shyly.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I think you're thrifty, practical, and have a nice eye for interior design," I told her. "I can't believe you nailed all of this after just one night in the cabin. I think the place looks like a million bucks."

Her arms went around my neck and she lavished me with kisses.

"You're not just saying that?" she asked.

I squeezed her butt in my fists and kissed her hard - and then softly.

"You're amazing and I'm damned lucky that you stowed away in my trailer," I told her. "I seriously do not know what I would be doing here without you. I *THOUGHT* I had a purpose - but I realize that it was a mere shadow compared to what I have now."

She pressed her forehead against my neck and jaw - and just held me. I held her tightly and simply enjoyed the feel of her in my arms. When she raised her head again, there were tears in her eyes.

"Stop," I told her, kissing them away.

"I can't," she said. "I'm so... This is so much more than I'd hoped for."

"We have no electricity or running water...," I reminded her.

"It doesn't matter."

She gave me a quick kiss.

"Carry me to our bed and make love to me, Mr. Simms."

I checked to make sure the doors were locked, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. The two end-tables now looked 100% better than before. Two LED faux-candles flickered and filled the room with a soft amber glow as I peeled the clothes off of my young lover. She kissed me and removed my clothing as well.

When we were both naked, I easily lifted the young blonde and carried her to the center of the mattress.

"I need to taste you, beautiful," I whispered.

She nibbled her bottom lip and nodded.

I left a trail of kisses down her body until I arrived at her sex. Her fingers immediately went into my hair and she dug into my scalp as I began to feast on her sensitive bits.

"Don't... suck my clit...," she requested. "You can... Ah! Yes!"

I licked her tender, glistening bud a second time. She purred - and squirmed.

"Gentle... please... Mr. Simms..."

I didn't know what it was about hearing her call me "Mr. Simms" - but it drove me crazy. It was like I'd snuck into her grandmother's house and we were having sex in the room next to where the woman was sleeping... It felt like I could be caught at any moment. The excitement and danger of it set my hair up on end - and made my cock ache - and my balls churn.

I lapped at her sex, sucked and nibbled her labia, and kissed her absolutely everywhere. From the way she was reacting, she loved it all.

I sucked her labia and then stabbed my tongue into her entrance - fucking her with it - pistoning it in and out of her as she squirmed and moaned.

"Ugh... Need... your... cock."

Instead, I sucked her clit. She screamed. She tried to shove me away. I slid two fingers in and out of her pussy as I flattened my tongue and shook my head - battering her poor little clitoris like it was a boxer's punching bag.

"Gah!" she gasped.

She thrust her hips at me and shuddered as her first climax took her. I replaced my fingers with my mouth - and sucked down her escaping nectar.

When she had finished, I kissed her clit, her navel, her two nipples, and then her lips. I shoved my cock all of the way inside of her - having already lined it up as I distracted her with my kisses. She gasped as I instantly filled her.

"Fu...," she groaned - her voice rumbling and deep.

Her body convulsed once, twice, and third time - and she came again.

I just held myself inside of her as she climaxed on my intruding prick.

When she had recovered, she looked up at me.

"I can't believe you made me cum by just slamming your cock inside of me," she said.

"I got lucky...," I replied, grinning broadly.

"I'm the lucky one," she countered.

She gripped my face in her palms and pulled me in for lots of kisses. When the flurry of attacks seemed like it was not going to end, I went ahead and started fucking her slowly while she continued to make out with me. She squirmed beneath me but didn't stop the kisses. They continued for several long minutes - not ending until she came again.

"Fucking, hell, Mr. Simms!" she gasped.

I rolled to my back - pulling her on top of me. I shoved her legs together and wrapped mine around her - keeping my cock buried inside of her. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and held her in place.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a snicker.

"Never letting you go," I replied.

"I'm so fucking in love with everything about you," she said.

"I love you too and I'm gonna be sorely disappointed when I wake up and discover that this is all a dream," I told her.

"A dream, huh?" she asked.

"There's no way a hot little minx like you hooks up with a geezer like me - not in real life," I answered.

"Maybe this little minx played around with the boys long enough to realize there's more to life than showboating and bragging and cruising the strip on Friday nights."

She pressed her lips to mine and just held them there. I reached down, squeezed her narrow ass in my fists, and licked her lips. She giggled at me.

"Are you going to cum in me - or are we going to sleep now?" she asked.

"I don't need to cum," I told her. "I've orgasmed more times in the last few days than I have in the last ten years."

"You need to get back into regular practice if you're going to give me those two babies you promised..."

"Did I though?" I asked, smirking.

She glared at me.

"You already know that I can't tell you 'no', don't you?" I asked her.

"I'll always make it worth your while to tell me 'yes'," she replied.

I squeezed her pert posterior again and accepted a few more kisses.

We pulled the blankets over and fell asleep by the light of the two LED faux-candles.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

The next morning, Lydia made me show her how to light the stove. I first showed her how to build a decent fire. I demonstrated and then handed her the lighter.

"Light the tender and then start feeding smaller pieces into the flames. As they build, increase the size of the fuel until the whole thing's going."

"Charcoal would be easier," she said, grinning.

I raised my fist into the air and - in a deep voice - proclaimed, "We will overcome through the power of our determination alone!"

She laughed and gave me a playful shove. I swatted her on the ass. She shook it at me and tried to get me to swat it again. Instead, I slid a finger between her legs and made her purr. She laughed when I pulled it out, brought it to my nose, and sniffed it.

"Feed it a little more of the littler pieces," I told her, taking the lighter from her hand and setting it back in its place. "I'll grab the food items."

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be," she replied.

"Frontier families often did what's called 'banking the coals'", I shared. "You buried the live coals under ash and they'll kind of go dormant. In the morning, you feed them a little fuel and get the flames going - building the fire back up again. Honestly, the lighter takes most of that work out. Lighting this without that is a royal pain - and the reason folks banked their coals."

"You know I love you, right?" she asked.

I laughed at her.

"Giving up already?" I asked. "The air doesn't even smell like snow yet."

"I'm not giving up," she declared. "I just think we could cut a few corners..."

"You'll be sad to know that we already are...," I countered.

I laughed again when she groaned.

Together, we fed the fire until it was hot enough to cook. She didn't complain anymore. Every time she looked at me and smiled, I kissed her. It became a thing. After the food was well on its way, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I picked her up by reaching around her waist and grabbing her ass. I lifted her up and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and wriggled against me - digging her tender titties into my chest.

"You're doing well," I told her. "I warned you that it would be a lot of work."

"You did," she said. "I underestimated what you meant by 'a lot'."

"I knew you did," I replied with a grin.

"I know you did," she said, grinning back. "Thank you for being patient with me and teaching me."

"I've gotta make a frontier woman out of you so you'll be strong enough to raise my two kids," I told her.

She growled at me and kissed me hard - wrapping her legs around my hips and squeezing her sex against my crotch.

"Let's skip breakfast and fuck," she suggested.

I laughed, squeezed her butt, and pulled her off of me.

"Flip the eggs before they're completely charred," I told her.

She groaned in complaint but turned to the stove to do as I'd asked.

A short time later, we scraped our food scraps into a metal bucket and then dropped the dishes in the big tub of soapy water.

"That bucket will go to the chickens?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "For now, we can probably just carry it to the tree line and spread it out. Hopefully, the bugs will get it and we won't attract any predators. The other option would be to bury it or burn it."

"Can we start a fire in the fireplace?"

"I need to check a couple things first," I told her. "Let me see if I can get the outhouse repaired before we mess with that."