“She deserves an amazing wedding, and so does my only son!”
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They still had two distant problems to address – the apartment in Boulder, and his truck in the apartment parking lot. After consulting, they decided to fly up early Friday, abrogate the month-to-month apartment lease, say their goodbyes, and drive back in the Ram on Sunday.
Their friends in the adjoining apartment were living in a small house in the foothills, and had been since the fall semester began; Chris has not seen them even once. That meant the only people to say goodbye to were those who worked with Chris, and that was accomplished before they left the worksite Friday.
The campus and the streets were largely bereft of people, and most shops and businesses were closed, including the gym Chris frequented. Boulder was not quite a ghost town, but Friday evening it could pass for one.
Saturday they had to book a time to enter Rocky Mountain National Park, and, even though they knew the roads up into the mountains were closed in March, the scarcity of people compared to their last trip was shocking. The forested lowlands were quite nice, however, and when they came upon herds of elk and moose meandering around in a meadow with a stream running through it, they exited the vehicle and watched for a while.
It was cold, but not miserably so, emboldening them to try a short hike that began a few miles down the road from the Elk. The path followed a stream, and ended at a pristine lake surrounded by trees. They found a flat rock ledge, sat, ate a snack of trail mix and jerky, and marveled at the stillness. They whispered to each other, as if breaking the silence would destroy the impossibly picturesque setting.
They were completely alone in a setting almost too picturesque to be real. Jo spread legs is legs, sat between them, and leaned back against him, His arms wrapped around her and he nestled his head in her hair. He little ear was beside his mouth and it looked like it need to be warmed by his breath.
His hot breath on her ear caused Jo to moan softly and wriggle in his arms. His hands moved up to embrace her breasts, and she wriggled again, putting pressure on his hardening cock. He unzipped her quilted jacket and slipped a hand under the flannel shirt. His hand was chilly and her breast was hot; her nipple sprang to attention, and she moaned as he ran his calloused hand over it. She turned her head and sought his mouth; they kissed ardently, and her little hand found the hard thing poking her.
She squeezed it, and the big hand that wasn’t on her breast spread her legs and pressed against the hot, wet little pussy between. She squeezed her legs around the hand and humped it, moaning feverishly.
“Stand up,” Chris commanded, “and push your hiking pants and panties to your ankles.” She complied, bending over with that magnificent ass bare to the cool air; her heart was racing. Chris picked her up under the armpits and set her down facing a boulder. He dropped his hiking pants and boxers to his ankles, kissed Jo’s neck, and then bent her over until she put her hands on the boulder for support.
As soon as she did, he slipped his big, hard cock between her legs and separated her sodden labia as it slid from back to front. “Oh, God!” she wailed, and arched her back to give him better access to her molten core. His cock always filled her to overflowing, but with the clothes around her ankles keeping her legs together, it felt like a big, hot, smooth log forcing itself into her tight cunt.
Her moans turned to groans and whimpers, but she pushed back, trying to force all of it inside, to spread her fill her vagina.
Chris knew this would not be one of their marathon sessions: his cock was already highly sensitized, and his balls were overfilled; Jo was already thrashing about, wailing, whining, and begging him to fuck his hot little girlfriend harder and faster.
He did, and she set off the explosion that consumed them in rapture. She yowled, Chris roared, a flock of birds flew up, and wildlife scampered away from the lake. She collapsed forward onto her forearms, her hands too numb to hold her up, and panted. He turned her hips loose, pulled his slimy cock out of her, paused, grabbed her hips again, and then pushed his semi-hard cock between the cheeks of her amazingly perfect ass and pressed it against her rosebud.
“You promised me this flawless ass on our honeymoon; I can hardly wait!”
On the way back, they found a barbeque joint with outdoor seating scattered about for ‘onsite dining’. It wasn’t Texas or Tennessee barbeque, but it was passable if you scraped off the sweet sauce; the setting was great, and the owners lavished service on them. Eating there added to the almost surreal nature of their first ‘pandemic’ outing.
They were back at the apartment early, which gave them time to get everything ready to go, and still enjoy each other carnally several times and ways before bedtime, at ten.
****
The drive back began just after daybreak Sunday morning. There was a fresh dusting of snow, but not enough to impact their trip. Chris got them to Trinidad in time for a late breakfast, and then through Raton Pass and onto the flatlands. They stopped at Capulin Mountain to stretch, visit the information center, and walk around the old volcano a bit before they began the drive through the boring sameness of eastern New Mexico and the western Panhandle of Texas.
Jo wanted Chris to “fuck me in a volcano”, but there really wasn’t a good place, even though she was wearing a little dress, because the dearth of other guests meant they were the center or attention for the park rangers.
Jo drove for three hours, they ate again in Amarillo, and then Chris pushed the speed limit for the last five hours of the drive. They left at 7:00 am, arrived at 7:00 pm, and their beautiful old monstrosity never looked more inviting.
During the long drive, they split time between Sirius country, folk, and news stations, and the news was becoming much more concerning. Hospitals in some areas were filled to overflowing, doctors and medical personnel were fearful of the deluge of patients they foresaw coming, and the government couldn’t seem to find traction on meeting the needs of the medical community, much less the citizenry.
Ventilators, K95 and surgical masks were in limited supply, and frontline workers were being exposed, catching the virus, and being quarantined away from family and friends. Businesses were forced to close, and cities were calling for citizens to avoid unnecessary travel. More and more families were stocking up on supplies and hunkering down, causing shortages of everything from toilet paper to milk to bottled water, and practically all kinds of canned food.
Chris extrapolated other developing trends from various news sources, and sent his bosses a meeting request for nine Monday morning to discuss possible work stoppages due to supply chain issues; all four accepted immediately, as did his dad, who would sit in via videoconference.
Jo was so tired from the trip she went to bed before ten and they slept all night; a rare occurrence.