Tow-Away Stowaway

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I rolled off of Lydia halfway through the night. I was worried that she was working harder to breathe with my weight on her. I held her in my arms and glanced at the fire. It was beyond saving. I closed my eyes and let the darkness reclaim me.

I wasn't chilled in the morning. The mattress and the blanket - and my lusty young lover - all served to keep me cozy and warm. I opened my eyes to see Lydia looking at me.

"That was perfect," she said. "Everything you do is perfect."

I snickered, thinking about my many mishaps.

"I'm serious," she insisted, looking deeply into my eyes. "Even when we mess up - I wouldn't have it any other way..."

"Even the bat?" I asked, grinning slyly.

"Maybe not the bat," she replied, grinning back. "I'm glad Ted took that. It definitely wasn't coming back here."

"They eat bugs," I informed her.

"They can eat bugs somewhere else," she retorted.

She was beyond adorable and grinned at me despite my teasing.

We fixed breakfast sandwiches with the English muffins, the sausage patties, eggs, and cheese. We each had a glass of milk to wash it down.

"You should drink more milk," I told her. "If you are serious about babies, they will likely sap your body of calcium. You need all you can get."

"Thanks, Dad," she replied, smirking at me.

"Dad, huh?" I asked.

"Spank me, Daddy. Your naughty daughter needs her daddy's hard cock...," Lydia said seductively.

My eyes widened.

"Nah," she said, shaking her head.

She cleared her throat and began again.

"Fuck me, Mr. Simms. Make my pussy hum."

She nodded and grinned at me.

"I don't need a naughty daddy," she reported to me. "I have a lecherous older neighbor who can't keep his eyes off of my legs or his hands off of my ass."

She giggled when I blushed.

She stood from her seat, stepped close, bent down, and pressed her lips to mine.

"I am happy," she said. "I love you. I love this cabin. I love being here - with you - in this place. Thank you for not making me leave."

I pulled her onto my lap. She giggled when she felt my hardening cock pressing against her pert ass. I hugged her and squeezed her and kissed her repeatedly. When our lips parted, she lay her cheek against my chest and sighed.

"You can stop worrying about whether this is what I want," she said.

"But I can't," I told her. "You said it yourself - I'm some lecherous old codger who can't keep his eyes off of your gorgeous little body."

"That codger bent me over last night and made my pussy scream," Lydia said, looking into my eyes. "You are exactly what I need. The only thing I want you to stop doing is worrying."

"I'll try," I said finally.

We cleaned up from breakfast and moved to the front porch.

"Let's clear the saplings to the north and west," I told her. "When we're done with that, it should be lunchtime. We can sit on the porch and see if we can turn all of those pieces into a crude fence to go around the well until we can build something better."

We were done with the saplings before lunch. We headed inside and I showed Lydia how to turn the stew meat into a thick stew. We left it to simmer and I had her grab bunches of the saplings, lay them side-by-side, and place them across the sawhorse. I used the chainsaw to lop the tops off - to make them a uniform length. We gathered all of them up and carried them to the porch. I raked the tops up and shoveled them into a wheelbarrow. I took them to the bluff and dumped them over. I could have burned them but they would take forever to dry and season - and I had plenty of other materials for kindling - which was all they'd really be good for. I had decided that they'd be just as useful feeding the plants and trees at the bottom of the bluff - and less for me to fuck with.

I stepped into the cabin just as Lydia was bringing the bowls to the table.

"Is milk okay to drink?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "We probably need to be drinking it before it goes bad."

I tried a bite of the stew, added a little salt and pepper, and dug in. Lydia didn't add anything to hers. She offered me seconds but I declined.

"Leave it set out," I told her. "We'll finish it for dinner."

"Can we sleep in front of the fireplace again?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

I laughed at the little imp.

"I suppose...," I said. "Should I just move the bed?"

"Maybe...," she replied - giving me a doe-eyed look.

I laughed and shook my head at her.

"You need to keep some things back as special treats," I warned her.

"Just tonight," she begged.

"That's fine," I told her.

She grinned and came to give me kisses and a hug.

"Oh...," she said, with a wicked smirk on her face. "Should that be held back for special treats?"

"You're evil," I told her.

She giggled and waggled her butt at me. I gave it a sharp swat. She squeaked and jumped. Her eyes were wide when she looked at me. I couldn't tell if she was still just playing. I laughed and shook my head at her again.

She came close, pulled my hand to her breast, and kissed me. I squeezed her tit and kissed her back.

"You make my pussy tingle," she whispered, before slipping away.

My cock was almost permanently stiff around the little minx. I groaned and got to my feet to go start on the sapling fence. I went to the pile of supplies on the front porch and dug around until I found a spool of wire. I grabbed some wire cutters from the toolbox and went to one of the rocking camp-chairs that we kept on the front porch to sit in. I grabbed two sticks from the pile beside me, worked out how much wire I needed, clipped it off, and then wired the sticks together.

In short order I had a square frame. I used two more sticks to brace the thing diagonally - and then added two more when it wasn't rigid enough. I pulled on the finished piece. It held. Eight sticks and several pieces of wire. This was going to take far longer than I had anticipated.

Lydia came out of the cabin. I had her sit in front of me to hold the sticks. Once she was there to hold the saplings for me - which freed me to manage the wire - the process went much faster. Soon, we had a pile of square frames that I intended to wire together to make a fence around the well/pit.

I already had more than I needed - but we went ahead and finished using the rest of the sapling sticks to make the frames. I gave the spool of wire and the wire-snips to Lydia and grabbed a pile of the frames. We headed for the well.

I uncovered the pit and moved the lumber out of the way. Ted arrived as I was assembling my fence and putting it into place. Lydia held the pieces and I wired them together - at the top and the bottom. The lumberman came over to see what we were up to.

"I finally found the well, Ted," I told him. "Based on my weighted rope, it's about 45 feet deep. Not sure if the old pump is down there or not. You know anybody that could put a pump in here and send a line to the cabin?"

"You got power?" he asked.

"Fuck," I cursed.

It had completely escaped my mind that a pump would require electricity to run.

"You could maybe try solar," he said, "or a windmill - like the old days."

"A windmill would run continuously and fill a tank?" I asked.

He nodded.

"What happens in winter?"

"You break a lot of ice," he replied.

"Sounds like solar is my solution then," I said. "Unless I can convince the power company to run a line down here."

"Might not hurt to ask," Ted replied. "I don't know as solar will be enough juice for what you'd need."

"Alright, bud," I said. "I appreciate that. Let's get you going on that firewood storehouse. If I was thinking about a chicken coop..."

"I'd just buy a tractor," Ted suggested.

"A... tractor?" I asked.

"Portable coop. Move it around when the hens have cleared a spot. The yard's all self-contained. It'll keep out most anything but a bear."

"You got these... tractors?"

"I can order one," he said.

"How much?"

"Have to look," he replied.

"Okay - do that when you get back and I'll check in with you - maybe Sunday. Melba's letting us shower at her place twice a week since there's no running water here."

Ted glanced at Lydia.

"Howdy, miss," he said. "I'm Ted."

"I'm Lydia," she replied. "Mr. Simm's girlfriend."

"He seems a might old for you, miss," Ted said bluntly.

She snickered and said, "He takes good care of me, Ted. That's what I need. We take care of each other."

"Makes sense, sayin' it that way, Miss Lydia," Ted replied.

He looked back at me.

"Let me show you what I've got," I told him.

I turned to Lydia.

"Pull the truck over to this side of the cabin - out of his way - if you would," I suggested.

"I can work around it," he replied.

"It's fine, Ted," I told him. "I'd rather you not have to worry about it. I should've had it out of the way before you got here."

"Wasn't sure I was comin' today for sure," he replied.

I fought to keep from smiling and headed off to where I'd marked out that I wanted the posts. I showed Ted the four spots and went back over what I expected from him. He nodded and said he'd get right to work. I left him to it. Lydia was waiting beside the well.

My helper and I went back to building my crude fence. She glanced over to where Ted was working.

"He's... a little slow," she said.

"Yeah," I replied. "Seems to know his shit though."

She nodded.

Lydia held the frames up and I wired them together. We only needed a dozen of the things to block off access to the well.

"What're you doing with the rest of these?" she asked.

"What do you think about putting them up along the front of the porch - like a little railing?"

"Might be cute," she said. "If I don't like it, can we take it down?"

"You're the boss," I told her.

"Damn straight," she replied, giggling.

We took the wire, the cutters, and the rest of the frames back to the front of the cabin. An hour later, we had the front fenced in - with an opening in the middle - in front of the door.

"So?" I asked her, as she walked back up after heading over by the tree line to snap a picture.

"It's cute," she said. "I like it. We may swap it out later but it'll be good for now. Maybe hang some greenery on it for Christmas?"

"That would be cool," I agreed.

"No lights though...," she lamented.

"Those little fairy lights run on batteries," I told her. "Maybe we could find some that ran off of a solar panel and lay one on the roof of the porch."

"Yes, please!" she cheered. "That won't work for a water pump?"

"Lights - especially the newer LEDs - don't require much power at all," I told her. "Fans, pumps, and compressors require lots of juice. We'd need several large panels to manage that - and I'd rather avoid that look..."

"Agreed."

"I'm hoping - if I can get power down this road - that they can bury the lines. I don't really want power poles every fifty feet..."

"I love the rustic look," Lydia agreed. "Power would be nice but I agree that a line of poles would look tacky - almost vulgar. The cabin's simple enough that it fits."

"The wood shelter?" I asked.

"It'll be tucked away and mostly out of sight," she replied.

"Glad to hear it meets with your approval, princess," I teased.

"Your princess needs her pussy sucked again," Lydia said with a grin.

"We'll see what I can manage after Ted leaves," I replied.

She giggled and leaned in for a kiss. When I purposefully avoided grabbing her butt, she pulled my hand to her ass - and then giggled into my mouth. I gave her taut ass-cheek a squeeze and kissed her a little harder.

"Ted's looking for you," she said, glancing over my shoulder.

I headed off to see what he wanted.

"I know you said regular shingles," he said, "but Melba told me the cabin had shakes - so I brought both."

"Shakes, please," Lydia said. "Thank you for bringing both. Do we owe you more money?"

"Uh... maybe a bit," he said cautiously.

"I need to run to Cody to get more cash," I warned him. "Let me know how much extra it is and I'll get it to you. We might be able to run tomorrow. I wanted to make sure I was here to meet with you but - now that you're squared away - we could run to the ATM."

"I'll figure up the difference when I get back," he replied. "You sure you want the shakes?"

"Yes, please," Lydia said sweetly. "I want it to match the cabin."

"Right," he said. "They cost like twice as much..."

Lydia glanced at me.

"That's fine, Ted," I told him. "That's maybe another $100, right? That's no problem."

"Probably more like $50," he said. "I gotta look."

"That's perfectly fine," I told him. "Do as Lydia asks and make it match the cabin. We're just glad that Melba mentioned it and you thought to bring both - that will save us money cuz you won't have to rip it off and start over."

"Oh... right," he said. "Good. Okay. Shakes, it is."

Lydia pinched my butt and headed for the cabin. I could tell that she was fighting to keep from laughing.

Ted ended up working until after dusk - but he finished the small pole-barn - including the wooden shingles that matched the ones on the cabin. We invited him to share our stew. He accepted. We offered him water or milk to drink. He helped us finish off the milk. He was smiling when he left - and promised to let me know how much more the shake shingles had cost. I reminded him to also check on the chicken tractors. He nodded and ventured off into the dark to head home.

Lydia and I scrubbed each other with the rag and then she demanded that I repeat exactly what I had done the previous evening.

I started the fire, sucked her pussy until she came twice, rolled her onto her face, and pounded her into the mattress. She obediently bent forward and asked me to grip her ass in both fists and slam my cock into her as hard, deep, and fast as I possibly could.

She screamed as she came, squirted all over the sheets, and begged me to make her cum once more. When she did, she squirted again - and I blew my load deep inside of her.

We stripped the mattress, covered it with new sheets, lay down together, and made out until we fell asleep. She repeatedly told me that I was everything she'd ever dreamed or hoped for. I told her that she was well beyond anything that I'd dreamed of.

I fell asleep with her lips pressed to mine.

~~~ Friday ~~~

We made muffin sandwiches for breakfast again and then loaded into the truck to head into Cody. We stopped in town to see if Melba wanted anything picked up (she didn't). We also checked in with Ted - but he was just getting out of bed. I told him we'd check with him when we got back.

I got about a block away from the lumberyard when I saw a woman waving me down. I eased to the right side of the road and Lydia rolled down her window.

"I'm Sue," she said. "I run the diner. You're Lee and Lydia, right?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Melba said you were running to Cody," Sue reported.

"What can we grab you?" I asked her.

"It would help me so much!" she said. "I truly appreciate it. I have a list. I'll pay you for your time."

"You'll do no such thing," I told her. "Give Lydia the list. Is there any certain place that you want the items from? Are they food, tools, or...?"

"Food," she said. "There's a restaurant supply store. I wrote the address..."

"Perfect," I replied. "We'll stop as soon as we're back - probably midafternoon but maybe sooner."

"That would be fabulous!" Sue said. "I can't thank you enough. Dinner is on me! Melba too - since she let me know to catch you."

"Dinner... We'll discuss it when we return," I told her.

"I insist," she said firmly. "The delivery truck was short some of my order and I'd have to run to Cody myself if you weren't already going - you're pulling my buns straight out of the fire."

I chuckled and replied, "Alright then. We'll be back this afternoon."

"Godspeed," she said. "Thanks again!"

She stepped away and hurried into the little diner. A few faces glanced from the cook to the window. I gave them a nod and a smile and eased back onto the road.

"She seems nice," Lydia said.

"Melba say anything about her cooking?" I asked.

"Said it was standard something," Lydia replied.

"Standard fare?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "What's that mean?"

"It means that it's nothing special but perfectly edible," I replied. "It won't be a night on the town but at least we won't have to fix dinner."

"We're out of meat except for the sausage patties," Lydia reminded me.

"I've got some stew and hash in cans," I said. "I probably should have grabbed the cooler. Check her list. Anything on there that needs to be cold?"

"Umm. Cheese and milk," Lydia reported.

"We'll hit the camping store first," I said. "I'll buy a cooler that plugs into the cigarette lighter. It won't require ice to keep the cold things cold - but it'll make the cab a little warm. We'll have to have the windows down or run the air to compensate. We can use that when we're running back and forth. I also have a feeling that Sue might need us to cover the delivery driver again now and then."

Lydia snickered.

"What fresh meat do you want - meal ideas?"

"Tacos?"

"Again?" I asked, teasingly.

She grinned back.

"If I take you to get tacos for lunch...," I offered.

"Chicken?" she asked.

"Breasts or thighs?" I inquired.

"You seem like more of a thigh man," she said, grinning wickedly.

"Definitely," I agreed, grinning back. "Although breasts are nice to nibble on now and then."

"Whenever you want, Mr. Simms," she cooed, leaning back to thrust her chest out. "They belong to you."

"As much as I enjoyed our last trip," I told her, "please limit the lewd remarks until we are home again. I'm deathly afraid that a repeat of last time's activities will result in a terrible auto accident."

"Fine...," she groused, the ends of her mouth curling into the beginnings of a smile.

We drove to the city, bought the cooler, got it fired up, and went to the restaurant supply store. We purchased everything on Sue's list on one receipt. On a second order, we grabbed chicken thighs, chicken breasts, two rolls of frozen burger, a half-gallon of milk, and some yogurt that Lydia wanted to try that was supposed to help your digestion.

We hit the taco joint and I realized that I fucked up by going to the store first. I left the truck running in the parking lot and we sat by the window to make sure that nobody drove off with our stuff.

By the time we finished lunch, the plug-in cooler was doing its job. Lydia was impressed. I was just happy that it was working - and that Sue hadn't needed anything that was frozen. I hit the ATM for the daily limit and then we headed for home.

Two hours later, we pulled up to the diner. Sue hustled out and helped Lydia and me get the boxes moved inside.

"Oh! You... You didn't buy that cooler on my account, did you?" she asked. "I forgot I had the cold stuff on there!"

"We needed it for our own things," I told her. "No worries."

"I'm so sorry!" she apologized.

"Seriously," I reiterated. "It was on my list already. It just happened to work out that we could use it for your list as well."

"You're sure?" she asked again.

"Positive," I replied.

"I'm closing up soon but come back at five and I'll have dinner ready for you. Chicken pot pie okay?"

"Sounds wonderful," I said. "You're not usually open for dinner?"

"Just Fridays and Saturdays," she replied. "I open at six. I usually start baking at five."

"Which means you have to get up at four...," I suggested.

She nodded.

"Makes sense, now that you mention it," I told her. "It's just you?"

"My niece waits tables and does dishes," Sue informed me.

"Very good," I replied. "We'll plan to see you around five then."

"Apple pie okay for dessert?" she asked.

"That's not really necessary," I told her.