“Hmm.”
—-
Back at the hotel, Maggie said wait a minute before they got into their separate cars. She pulled a large backpack out of the trunk and started transferring all of her clothing and other items from the suitcase to the backpack.
“I knew I’d be hiking in,” she said. “Be a lot easier this way.”
Brad smiled and shook his head. Good thinking, he thought, she’s amazing. She’s the one.
—-
That was the beginning of a seven day love-fest. For a solid week they were never apart.
They hiked into his cabin that night. She loved the place. Simple, but comfortable. One big room, which was both living and sleeping space, and a loft. A small kitchen on one side, and the bathroom on the other. It was still chilly out, so they fired up the wood stove. It was warm. Brad had stocked the fridge and cupboards and they cooked a simple supper from what was handy. Deliciously filled up, they cleaned up, and made love.
The week flew by. Brad had taken the next two days off, so all they did was eat and fuck. Then he had to go back to work. Maggie tagged along as he went about his tasks and made his rounds, loving the freedom of the outdoors, breathing in the fresh, cool air, a pleasure after being cooped up in the store day after day. Brad was used to being on his own most of the time, so he really enjoyed her company, it made each day fly along. They talked and joked the hours away as he did his chores.
On Friday evening they hiked about eight miles to the crest of the mountain and made camp in the backcountry near the peak.They slept in a pup tent and awoke before dawn and climbed to the lookout where they held each other and watched the sunrise to the east and had a perfect view in all directions of the valleys below. Then they went back into their tent and made love until their mixed cum soiled the sleeping bags.
They checked back into the hotel on Saturday afternoon so they could have a night on the town and Maggie would have a better chance to get an early start for her drive home. They had seafood dinners at a nice restaurant overlooking the narrow river, then a couple drinks at a small bar where a jazz trio was playing. Their moods became more melancholy as the evening wore on because they knew this would be their last night together for some time. They walked back to their room hand-in-hand.
“I really like this town,” Maggie said, as they neared the hotel. “Could you live in town if you chose to? Or do you have to live in the park?”
“Sure, I could live in town, plenty of the rangers do. Why, would you like to live here?”
“It’s something to think about.”
Back in the room, they got ready for bed but didn’t plan on sleeping for a while. Maggie came out of the bathroom buck naked and crawled into bed, smelling of tangerines. Brad breathed in her sexy scent.
“Ooh Baby, you know what I like,” he said, and licked her breasts.
Maggie giggled, and said, “I smell like this from head-to-toe, Honey. I want my man turned on. I want you in all my holes tonight.”
Brad mashed his mouth onto hers and they were instantly sucking tongues and groping for genitals. His dick was already hard in her skilled hand. She rolled him onto his back.
“First, I’m going to suck your beautiful cock,” she said.
She sucked on her middle finger for a moment, then rammed it up his ass with a jolt. She went down and wrapped her lips around his loaded cock and within seconds her lips were kissing his balls. Brad leaned his groin into her face in time with her and could feel the tip of his dick tapping the back of her throat. The sensation was intoxicating, and with the matching penetration going on in his asshole, he knew he was going to come big, and sooner not later.
Brad’s balls were a cauldron of hot cum. They went at it for only a few minutes before he knew that despite his best effort to hold it back, he was going to have to let it go. And you would have thought that after a week of constant lovemaking, his cumload might have been a little light. But it wasn’t; his body went into spasm and his tired pecker gave Maggie a healthy mouthful.
“Hmm, shrimp,” she said as she tasted, swallowed and scooped a stray bullet of semen off of her chin.
That’s how they got started. But Maggie didn’t let him go limp. She climbed up and lowered herself onto him, surrounded his cock with her cunt and fucked him, squeezing her walls around his bloated member until she unleashed. And it didn’t stop there. Brad ate her pussy, then he fucked her until they came again.
Maggie went to the bathroom and returned with flavored lube. She wanted it up the ass. She slathered it on his cock and up inside her. Brad kissed her ass, licked her, tongued her, then put the head of his dick against her winking rim.
“Fuck me hard, Baby,” she said. “I want to feel you for days.”
So he gave her the biggest ass-banging she ever had. Maggie knew it too, her moans and groans were louder than ever, sprinkled with colorful language, and her body shimmied like a willow in the wind.
They didn’t get to sleep until very late. In the morning Brad had his normal hard-on, but he controlled himself. Maggie had a long drive and he knew he shouldn’t start up any shenanigans and hold her up. He let his boner subside and waited patiently in bed as Maggie showered and prepared to leave. It was a sad goodbye, but not a long one.
Brad kissed her long and hard through the window of her car, and copped one last feel. Maggie’s eyes were watering when they parted.
“We have to figure this out,” she said.
“I know. We will.”
“My divorce is moving along. Should be finalized in a couple months. Maybe sooner.”
“That’s good. Sooner the better.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Brad watched her drive away with watery eyes of his own.
—-
They kept up their regular phone calls, and the theme of their conversations always revolved around their dilemma. They loved each other, they wanted, no, needed to be together. But they were both entrenched in their jobs 350 miles apart. Something had to give. Or somebody. Or both.
Finally they agreed on a plan. Maggie agreed to ease her way out of her job at the store, but it might take some time. She couldn’t leave her Dad hanging, at least until she trained a reliable replacement. She would move in with Brad, and they would live in the town outside the national park. Brad would notify his bosses that he would be moving out of the cabin and into town. They would have to find someone to take over for him as well. All this might take time, but she would finally be divorced and they could really start their life together.
After that, their phone talks were enthusiastic and upbeat. They discussed their progress transitioning from their jobs, and planned and discussed how great it would be to live together. To be together. The weeks flew by.
—-
On a day off in Mid-June, Brad picked up his mail. Along with the usual assortment of bills and junk mail was a package from Maggie. It was a large bubble envelope. When he got back in his car he ripped it open. There was a greeting card and a flat, gift-wrapped box. He opened the card first.