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Saturday night, Dec 9, 2028

Ginger let herself fall onto the back of her couch for several minutes. Then, “Oh God, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done anything like that? … never mind, I don’t know, either. Like never… God, you had me horny!” Then she started giggling, “That’s not exactly how I envisioned using this couch when I bought it.”

She let her skirt fall back in place, still fully dressed, panties a little cum-stained and led me into her bedroom. On the way, I picked up my slacks and underwear. Didn't want to leave them cluttering her clean floor. I was soon to realize that this had been only the beginning of the night.

Once inside her bedroom, Ginger gave me a gentle push in front of her bed so that I fell back on it, my legs dangling over the end, propping myself up slightly on my elbows. Then she knelt down, took my semi-limp cock in her hand and I watched as she flicked her tongue out at the tip. Just a moment later, I saw and felt her lips around the head, then slowly moving down. Oh God! I closed my eyes, my head rolled back and I felt myself starting to get hard all over again from the exquisite feeling.

“I’d forgotten how good it feels to have a man get hard in my mouth,” Ginger said, then resumed moving her lips down on me.

I opened my eyes, looked down the bed at her, moving her lips up and down on me, still wearing the blouse and skirt. But when she looked up at me, her blouse was draped open at the top and I could see down her front to her baby-blue bra and the cleavage in-between. Damn, she looked sexy!

She only looked up a moment, then resumed sucking my cock into her mouth. Thankfully, I’d come so hard only a few moments earlier, or the combination of the sight and feeling would have completely undone me.

I closed my eyes again, concentrating on her soft lips and the sucking feeling when I had a thought, hard as that is to believe, “Ginger…” I lost whatever it had been I had been about to say when I felt myself slide deeper into her throat, “Ahh, that feels so good!” I was almost completely hard all over again. I remembered, “Ginger… the vibrator… go get it.”

She looked up at me, a surprised look on her face and pulled her mouth off of me, “You sure? I’m having enough fun without it.”

I nodded, “Please,” I told her.

She stood up, turned and went into the other room. I knew she’d be right back, so hurriedly fumbled in my pants pocket for the remote, then lay back down on the bed ready for Ginger to hopefully, resume her ‘work’.

I was right, she was back in about ten seconds, barely time for me to have recovered my remote. Then she went into the bathroom and I heard water running, probably rinsing it off from being on the floor.

When she came back in her bedroom again, I asked her, “Ginger, have you ever… kept yourself… from coming?”

She looked at me with a confused look on her face, “No, why? Should I?”

I smiled at her, “Would you try… now, no matter what?”

She was still confused, “I guess… how, why?”

“Just concentrate, tell yourself you’re not going to come… you can, you know.” I went on, “Why…?” I smiled at her, “You’ll understand when you do it.”

She nodded, “Guess I kind of did in the restaurant. It was hard.”

I grinned to myself, she has no idea! “Cool, now… would you put it in… where I can see you.”

I was back up on my elbows watching, she stepped around beside the bed, slipped her hands underneath the elastic of her skirt and pushed it and her panties off on the floor, then put one foot up on the bed beside me and I watched her take the bullet-shaped vibrator and slowly push it into her pussy until her lips closed around it and the only thing visible was the retrieval string and my cum that had been pushed out. God! If I hadn’t been already hard from her sucking, that would have done it for me.

Of course, it helped, too, when she sniffed her fingers that had just pushed the vibrator inside her, then put them to my lips to clean off. I opened my mouth and she caressed my lips with her fragrant fingers, then let me suck them in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, tasting her, tasting my own cum.

I had to remember that if she was going to do this thing… deny herself, I had to do the same. By then, though, my cock was already hard as a steel rod and aching for relief again.

Then she slipped her blouse up over her head and unsnapped the bra, letting it fall onto the bed so that she was completely naked, except her bluish thigh-high stockings and heels.

I hadn’t even taken my shirt off, did that while looking at Ginger’s naked tits. I was anxious to feel them pressed against my chest again. But first, I had to endure because Ginger had resumed her position at the foot of the bed, her lips sucking my cock into her mouth.

I know Ginger was expecting it, so didn’t want to disappoint her; I turned the vibrator up and felt her lips tighten around my cock, along with the vibrations of her groan. Then I felt it, her swallow and my cock slipped into her throat. She gagged just a little like she’d done this before, but not for a long time.

That was when I turned the other dial on the vibrator. The one I hadn’t touched yet, that she had no idea existed, that would bring the vibrator to life inside her, more than just a ‘vibrator’. I watched her face as the thing inside her began its true assault on her senses, expanding in length and girth, the vibrating tentacles torturing every square millimeter of her pussy.

Momentarily, she pressed her mouth down even harder on my cock, then her mouth gaped open and she released my cock into the cold air. The look of shock on her face was almost the most priceless thing I’ve ever seen. I turned the dial up a little more and it began to truly fuck the inside of her pussy; retracting, expanding, still vibrating, but harder.

“Don’t let it make you come,” I reminded her. She answered with a loud moan coming from her gaping mouth.

She fell back on the floor, her hands between her legs pressing onto her pussy. I turned it the rest of the way up and Ginger lay on the floor, mouth agape, curled into a fetal position, unintelligible moans coming from her mouth. God, why hadn’t I done this in the restaurant?

But the way my cock was aching from watching her, needing her, I turned it off. She lay panting for just a moment, then pulled it out and climbed on the bed with me, pushing me back up on the bed and plunging herself down on me, her long, red hair spread over my chest, hands pressed against my chest.

Oh God, it felt good inside Ginger’s hot, wet cunt. She pressed down hard, putting all her weight on my pelvis, then started to push herself up, but I held her down. “No, stay here, let it build… see how long… we can do it.” And I repeated my admonition, more to myself than to her, “And don’t…” Oh God, her grinding down on me felt good! “Don’t… come.”

We both groaned in unison, then, “Suck my tits.”

I couldn’t resist what I did next, grabbing my phone, quickly opening the camera app and held it up snapping a picture of the two of us, my cock deeply impaled inside Ginger. I fumbled with it a little more, managing to send the picture to Addie’s phone, then auto-dialed her number and laid it down on the bed beside us. Okay, I’ll admit it. My sadistic self wanted Addie to feel a little of what I’d felt that night when I was listening to her with Samuel.

I wasn’t sure, but thought I heard a very faint ‘hello’ about the time Ginger admonished me again, “Please, my tits, suck.”

This time I accommodated the lady. I pulled her to me and lifted myself a little off the bed and sucked her right tit in my mouth, engulfing it almost completely, my tongue swirling around her nipple. Ginger pulled my head tighter to her and let out a loud whimper, trying again to lift her cunt off me and fuck. I still held her down, wanting to see how long we could do it.

I switched my mouth to her other tit, biting down gently on her nipple. What I heard was an “Ohh, God, harder!” I bit down a little less gently and she squirmed, crying out, I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or ecstasy. Maybe she didn’t even know.

“Oohhh… I can’t… please… fuck me!”

The time had come, for me as well. My cock felt ready to burst. I couldn’t take any longer, either. I’d just come a short while ago, but still… Somehow, we managed to get ourselves rolled over and I pushed Ginger’s legs up on my shoulders, and we fucked – hard! For probably less than a minute until I felt Ginger’s pussy spasming, her body shuddering and the noise volume coming from both our mouths intensify significantly, all causing me to erupt inside her, spasm after spasm of hot cum joining the cum that was already in her.

It was several minutes later, both of us trying to catch our breath, that I remembered my phone on the bed beside us. Ginger had snuggled in, her hot breath against my neck with little ‘aahs’ and other cooing sounds, when I picked up the phone and listened to the breathing coming from the other end. I whispered into the phone, well sort of into the phone… so she wouldn’t be certain who I was talking to, “I love you,” and pushed the red disconnect button.

My next moment of consciousness was sometime a long time later, Ginger standing over the bed, “You ever going to wake up?”

I mumbled something incoherent, maybe asking her what time it was, “five-thirty,” she said, “plans for today, but we’re going to the gym first… last night was out of this world, by the way.”

I swung my feet onto the floor and held my head in my hands. Ginger laughed at me, “What, you got, a sex hangover?”

I looked up at her, remembering the night before… and the picture and phone call to Addie. Oh God, I grabbed at my phone and saw that the phone call was thirty-seven minutes, fourteen seconds. Shit, what Addie must have thought! Then the picture – there it was in all its glory; our waists tight together with my cock inside Ginger, her red hair hanging down, Ginger’s nipples pink and swollen, no faces, though. And the time sent – 10:42 PM. Damn, what Addie must have thought?

“You going to sit there all day? The gym opens at six. I want to be there.” She tossed me the workout clothes from yesterday. “We didn’t get you anything yesterday. Gotta wear these again,” she said, “we’ll stop at Freddy’s on the way.” Ginger was already in her tights and sports bra

I started to put my underwear on, “On the way to where?” I asked her.

“For me to know and you to wonder,” she grinned, “but it’ll be fun… get dressed.”

“Oh, by the way,” she went on, “might want to put something on over those gym clothes, it’s twenty-four degrees out this morning.”

Brrr! And we’re walking? I knew better than to ask, of course we were. The girl is insane!

We did and yeah, it was C O L D. I had to practically trot to keep up with Ginger’s walking. I guess the cold sped her up a little more from the morning before.

At the athletic club, there was no way I could keep up with her. She got on a treadmill and it was practically a sprint for thirty minutes straight, I walked on one beside her. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything about the fact that she probably ran three or four miles on hers at least and I didn’t quite do two. Then she worked that chest and arm machine and finally a rowing machine. I graduated to a bicycle machine.

At least I had the satisfaction that by the end of the hour, Ginger was sweating profusely and breathing hard. I wasn’t. After she finished her workout, she suggested that we’d better shower and get dried off there, since it would be too cold to walk home still wet with sweat.

Then she frowned, “I didn’t think about spare clothes for you. I have some here, but guess you’ll have to wear yours home.

I really hadn’t worked up much of a sweat, nothing like she had, so I told her, “It’s okay, I’ll just wait to shower at your house.”

“Okay.”

At least on the way home, Ginger was walking a little slower. It hadn’t warmed up, though, if anything it’d gotten colder. We were both glad to step into her nice warm house.

Once inside, Ginger said, “That felt good this morning,” then grinned and added, “not as good as last night, though.”

I couldn’t have agreed more and told her so.

I found some clean clothes, showered, shaved and brushed my teeth again. Ginger was waiting for me, wearing a pair of slacks and a pretty, tight, fluffy, pullover sweater. She looked good. Oh yeah!

“You want breakfast here or stop on the way?” she asked me.

I still didn’t know where we were going, “On the way’s fine with me, where we going?”

She only smiled, still wouldn’t tell me. Her only hint was, “Bring your camera.”

Once again, we had that horrible dilemma, which car – my Jeep or her BMW? I guess Ginger didn’t think it was such a difficult decision, she just handed me her keys. Someday, a trip to the snow to show her why I drive a Jeep.

But in the meantime, that little two-seat Z4 was some kind of fun to drive! It felt more like driving a hot go-kart through town. We drove down George Washington Way, past Addie’s store and another half-dozen blocks, just before the entrance to the freeway, was a Denny’s.

I ordered a big breakfast, that workout and the cold had left me starved. Ginger ordered eggs and sausage, no carbs. We sat on opposite sides of the table and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her sweater was a purple but stretchy-tight, with a shawl tied around her neck, showing off her figure spectacularly.

“You told me last night that there was a story behind the clocks, want to tell me?”

I grinned at her, “There is, guess it’s as good a time as any. I’ll give you the short version, the VERY short version.” I couldn’t help but think about what had happened that weekend. “On the weekend of Adriana’s ten-year reunion at the University of Washington, we had, umm, met her old boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Ginger looked over at me, eyebrows raised like she knew there was more to that story. “Anyway, we had spent the night at the hotel, with… each other’s spouses,” I could tell that I really had Ginger’s attention then. “Yeah, there’s LOTS more to that part of the story… but anyway, Tanner spent the night with Adriana and I did with his beautiful wife, by the way, the same one who was just named Playmate of the Year.”

That got her attention, “Wow, you hadn’t told me that.”

“Just found out last night,” grinning at her, “Called Adriana from the store, seems like we were kind of busy after that.”

“I looked at those pictures, she is beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, that’s kind of an understatement… I think the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” checking Ginger’s face, hoping she wasn’t insulted.

Obviously not, “I agree, me too.”

That was when the waiter brought our food, so we spent the next few minutes eating before I started again, “Anyway, it was the next day, we’d just gone shopping for a dress for Adriana and Tanya for that night, then we drove down to the waterfront in Mukilteo… that’s where they live. We went shopping, Adriana with Tanner and Tanya with me. It was hard watching Addie walking down the street holding another man’s hand, but exciting too… and Tanya was snuggled up with me.”

“We went into one of the little shops and that was where we discovered the clocks. We both loved them. When we got home, I contacted the manufacturer and here we are, one of their distributors.”

“I love them, too. I’m going to want one.”

I smiled, “I’ll get you one, which did you like?”

“That light oak one, but no, I don’t want you to do that. I’ll buy it.”

“Don’t be silly, after all the work you put in yesterday, it’s the least I can do. Besides,” I said, “they don’t cost us nearly that much. They’ve been one of our most profitable items. People love them.”

We finished eating, Ginger insisted on paying the bill, and we she suggested I pull in the Fred Meyer parking lot just across the street. I did and we found me a couple of pairs of exercise clothes.

Back on the street, she told me to head north across the Columbia River. Once we were on the freeway, she said to follow the signs to Moses Lake. I asked again where we were going. She just smiled and still wouldn’t give me an answer.

Once we’d gone past Pasco, Ginger looked over at me and said, “I like having you in my house.”

I didn’t know what to say, “I like it, too, but… Ginger… I… you know… I can’t…”

She laughed, “Matt, I wasn’t asking you to leave Adriana, just telling you, I like you being there.” She took my hand and squeezed, “Especially last night. I can’t remember a night like that, ever… not bad for an old lady, huh?”

“Old lady? Hardly! Ginger, you’re anything but old… if anything, you’re just plain hot.”

She grinned, “You really do know how to stoke a girl’s ego, don’t you?”

I turned the Z4 off the main highway at Mesa, toward Moses Lake, like Ginger had said. Damn, I was loving that little car! It seemed to fit Ginger’s personality just perfect. Right after the intersection, I noticed a candy store up ahead on our right, “Let’s stop there, I think that’s our candy,” I told her.

We tried several samples and I was happily impressed. It was expensive, but darn, it was good. We ended up buying pecan wheels, Neapolitan fudge and a sackful of different licorices. Could have bought the whole darn store, though.

Back in the car, about ten miles up the road, Ginger asked me to take the left toward Potholes Reservoir. I raised my eyelashes at her, wondering, ‘Is this where we’re going?’

She understood my question without me saying anything. “Nope,” she said, “this is just a short side trip.” We went a little further and over some of the weirdest landscape I’d ever seen: Huge gullies in the flat landscape hundreds of yards wide, probably over a hundred feet deep, miles long with little ponds in the bottom “You ever heard of the Missoula Floods?” she asked me.

I looked at her inquisitively, “No, what’s that?”

“Floods from the last ice age, 50,000 years ago. Ice dams up by Missoula broke and sent hundreds of cubic miles of water down through here, changed the whole landscape of Eastern Washington.

She told me to park on the ridge between two of the giant gullies. “These are potholes from the flood. The water would have been several hundred feet deep over our heads here, going probably sixty miles-per-hour.” I looked around at the flat landscape, other than the gullies, that was a little hard to believe. “The geologists said the water traveling through here would have been equal to ten times the flow of all the rivers in the world combined, the biggest floods ever on earth. And there were dozens of them, about fifty years apart.”

“If we follow the road, it goes out to a big lake that goes all the way to Moses Lake, all carved out by the flood. That’s why they call it Potholes. Just a little dam is all they had to do to make the lake.”

“But let’s turn around, this isn’t where we’re going.” She hesitated a little bit while I found a wide spot, not that I needed it with that little car. “You ever been to Grand Coulee Dam?” she asked me.

“No, Addie and I have talked about it, but never gone there,” I told her.

“Well, that’s where we’re going. I think you’ll be impressed.”

“Cool!”

On the way back to the main highway, I watched the sexy lady beside me, wondering about her. I wondered what kind of life she’d had? What had her husband been like? She seems so ‘alive’ and enjoying life, even if she is a widow. A thought came to my mind, that if I’d thought about it I’d probably never have had the nerve to ask her, “Ginger,” I asked, “you ever done anything really exciting… sexually, I mean?”

She looked over at me with a smile on her face, then broke into a laugh, “You mean like last night? Or our first date?”

“Well… yeah, but other than that I meant,” remembering that first date with her, watching my wife and Nick. What a night THAT had been!

She screwed up her face like she was thinking, God, she was gorgeous when she did that. “Okay, I’ll answer you, but first, you. You answer your own question. Then I will.”

I looked over at her, frowning, “That’s not fair, I asked first.”

“Well, that’s the deal. You first.”

It wasn’t hard for me. If I’d answered that question six months ago, it would undoubtedly be that first night with Adriana. But now… “I mentioned the night we met Tanya and Tanner, well later, after dinner, we all went up to their hotel room… and played strip poker. Watching Adriana take her dress off, then shaving… down there… and then taking her panties and bra off in front of Tanner, not to even mention that Tanya was doing the same thing. Then watching Tanner fuck her… and me doing the same with Tanya… THAT was my experience.”

Ginger grinned, “I can imagine how that must have felt… well, maybe not. But anyway, to be fair, guess it’s my turn now.” She hesitated a bit, “I went to high school with this guy I had a crush on, but we were both too shy to do anything. Years later, after Eric and I married, I ran into him in Costco… we talked, then he helped me load dogfood in my car… then kissed me.”

I knew enough to keep my mouth shut. “Eric was a wonderful man and I loved him, but I’ll admit that he never had given me butterflies in my tummy. But there were butterflies that night. I could hardly stand after we kissed. I know I should have just slapped him. But I was so scared, I guess from feeling what I did, how much I liked it. I’d never done anything like that and after I got home Eric knew something was wrong with me. I knew I couldn’t keep it from him and was so afraid he’d be so mad. But when I did tell him, it just made him excited… and our sex that night was more exciting than it had ever been.”

“He even wanted me to meet Robert again, that’s who it was, Robert, Michelle’s Robert.”

I turned back on the highway toward Moses Lake. “Just a couple miles from here, the road turns off to the right. There’s a sign toward Soap Lake,” she told me.

“Okay, more of my story… I’d given Robert my phone number. He called and asked both of us to dinner. To shorten the story, we flirted and occasionally did a little making out over the next couple months, we learned to square dance with them, really igniting the lust from high school, then Robert asked me to a big dance in Pendleton… that would mean spending the night,” she hesitated, “then we got snowed in and had another night. Pretty incredible nights.”

“I guess that’s my most outrageous thing I’ve done, spending those two nights with a lover.”

“And since then? You two have anything after that?”

She laughed, more like a nervous laugh, not funny, “Eric’s and my sex was so different after that, so much more exciting… then we spent a weekend at the coast with Michelle and Robert. Michelle seduced Eric, with my blessing of course, and we had a really fun weekend.”

“Never did after that, though, think it was because things were so good between me and Eric after that… until that heart attack.”

I let go of the steering wheel and held her hand. That last little bit worried me that her memory might ruin her day, especially with the sad expression on her face. I know it likely would have mine if the roles were reversed. I couldn’t even imagine losing Adriana suddenly like that.

I had an idea, a fun idea, that I thought would hopefully distract her and bring her back to the present.

“Now? What are you feeling now?” I asked her.

She giggled, “Horny! Kind of wishing we’d just stayed in bed all day.”

“So, you maybe up to something a little, umm, stimulating?”

She looked over at me, kind of apprehensively, “Maybe… like what?”

I hesitated a minute, “like… take your sweater off.”

“What, now? No, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s cold outside.”

“That your only objection?” I looked at the thermometer in her Z4, “It’s already up to fifty-one,” I told her, then reached to the heat dial and turned it another three degrees, “there, problem solved. Now you can.”

We were a couple miles before the town of Soap Lake. I’d never been there before, no idea what the highway was like through town. “No, I’m not going to do that… I’m a grown woman, not a teeny-bopper exhibitionist.”

“Come on,” I told her, “do it. You’ll love it, it’ll be fun.”

I watched the road but was glancing over at Ginger. She looked nervous as hell but was fiddling with the bottom of her sweater. I thought she might… and then, her hands started lifting it… up to where I just saw the bottom of her pink bra… and she dropped it back down again, “I’m sorry… I just can’t do it!”

I pulled over in a service station parking lot, “Ginger you don’t have…” I looked over at her and her sweater was gone, on the floor. The only thing she had on above her waist was her lacy, pink bra.

Her hands were shaking, her face almost the shade as her red hair, and she said, “I did it.”

My eyes got wide, I couldn’t believe she actually had. Then my eyes traveled down to her bra, then back to her eyes and her bra again. “No, she said, I can’t… that’s too much.”

I remembered what Addie had told me before she went to Sacramento with Jonah that first time, that probably ninety percent of women wanted to show themselves but were afraid and secretly wanted to be pushed into it. I looked over at Ginger, holding her hands over her bra-covered breasts and decided to do something I would never, ever have even imagined myself doing just a few months ago. I reached over, pulled her hands away and unfastened the little snap in the center of the front of her bra. She was looking down at my hands, watching, and I felt her trembling, but she didn’t try to stop me. Her only words were, “This… isn’t this illegal… or something… people will see?”

I slipped the straps off her shoulders, “Uhuh, that’s kind of the point, but no, a woman can be topless anywhere a man can.” I remembered that several years ago the Supreme Court ruled that it’s a woman’s right anywhere a man can go shirtless. I couldn’t suppress a little laugh, who would have thought I’d ever have been taking advantage of that ruling.

Ginger didn’t stop me when I pulled her bra out from underneath her hands. She had a look of utter terror on her face and her body was trembling but leaned forward, but still, she didn’t stop me.

She let out a little moan as I pulled her bra out from behind her back, then squeezed her nipple between my thumb and finger. One of her hands dropped to her lap and she pushed it between her thighs that were pressed tightly together. Her other hand sneaked over and cupped a bare tit, the one on the opposite side from me, squeezing it in her palm.

Ginger’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, one hand rubbing her thigh, my hand over one tit and hers squeezing the other. It was pretty obvious that the entire situation had flipped her ‘on’ switch very suddenly to high.

“Your shirt… off,” she mumbled, quietly, not opening her eyes.

Oookay, I could do that. I slipped the pullover off over my head, then picked it and Ginger’s sweater and bra up off the floor, quietly opened the door, took them out and locked them in the trunk.

When I got back, Ginger’s eyes were open and she asked me, “What did you just do?” She’d dropped her arm away from her bare breasts. Her nipples were engorged, either from the cold or ‘something else’. It wasn’t cold in the car.

“No room in here. Put them in the trunk with our jackets.”

She looked at me, wide-eyed, “What if…?”

“Guess we’ll be a bit exposed then, won’t we,” knowing full well that she would have wanted that sweater to cover up with, you know, in case we went through McDonald’s drive-thru or some such thing. Not that I’d do anything like that, nah.

“You ready to go?” I asked her.

She hugged her arms over herself, “Guess so,” she shrugged. This little trip had certainly taken on a new dimension in the last five minutes!

I pulled back out onto Hwy 17, not able to get the vision of a topless Ginger Evans sitting beside me out of my mind. Of course, her being there, actually seeing her in the corner of my eyes wasn’t hurting either.

The highway through Soap Lake widened into four lanes, even though it’s pretty tiny. The ‘Welcome to Soap Lake’ sign gave the population of 1,794. There weren’t many cars on the road and it wasn’t far through it, but there was one car, a minivan, in the right-hand lane. I pulled into the left and slowly began to pass. We were in this sexy-looking, little sports car, that would draw attention almost immediately, and I saw the older guy driving glance our way as we started to pull past.

As we pulled even with him, Ginger was covering herself as best she could with her arms, but just the fact that she was naked above her waist was enough. The minivan was higher than us and the guy was looking out his window down into our car, his eyes getting much bigger as he realized what he was seeing. He said something to the woman beside him and she didn’t try to hide at all that she was looking.

Naturally, I slowed to the speed limit, the same as the other car was traveling, Ginger sitting beside me trying to slink down in her seat, muttering, “Oh God, Oh God.” After probably twenty seconds or so, I sped up, pulling ahead of them.

There weren’t any more cars on the highway in the half-mile through Soap Lake and right outside town it narrowed back down to two lanes. Beside me, Ginger started giggling. It didn’t seem like she could stop, every time she calmed down, it started again, until finally she managed to blurt out, “Did you see his face?” then started giggling again.

I started to answer her, “I…”

“And his wife, at least I guess she was,” and the giggling started again, until, “that was so much fun… I was so embarrassed!”

I couldn’t help but smile. Seems my little unexpected suggestion had been right on. “Next time, though, don’t cover yourself up,” I told her. I doubt they’d even noticed that I was shirtless. I wished the weather was a little warmer so we could do this and open the top of her little convertible. THAT would be cool! I wasn’t complaining, though.

The whole experience had certainly awakened my little man. Ginger seemed to have noticed, “Mmm,” she said, “wish we were somewhere I could just slide down on that thing of yours,” and she started giggling all over again.

That little comment set my little man on fire.

Right outside town on our left, there’s the actual ‘Soap Lake’. It looked like a giant bathtub of bubble-bath water. No damn wonder they called it ‘Soap’ Lake. I don’t know what the heck is in the water and we didn’t see the geographical sign alongside the road until we were going past it. I guess we could have turned around to stop and read it, but we didn’t.

I was hoping for more traffic, wondering if Ginger would leave herself uncovered, but there wasn’t any. I guess Sundays in December aren’t their busy time. There are little lakes for miles outside town, and Ginger told me that down through this valley was the main route of the ice-age flooding. It was a big valley, probably a mile wide with solid rock walls. I couldn’t even imagine what that much water might have looked like coming through this valley.

And Ginger’s bare boobs were a major distraction. Or maybe it was the other way around, thinking about the flood was the distraction from enjoying watching her bare boobs. Either way, it was fun. We started winding up a gentle slope, leaving the valley floor and the occasional pond far below. There was a gravel road up the bottom, but the highway gradually headed up. Once we seemed to be on top, with the valley floor several hundred feet below, there was a sign along the highway, “Dry Falls mile.”

We drove the half-mile and into a parking area overlooking a giant rock face. There was a visitor center on one end with two cars, and a hundred yards or so further up, a row of signs and a viewing platform extending out onto a rock outcropping. I parked in front of the viewing platform and asked Ginger, “You going to do it?”

She looked all around, the only cars were a hundred yards away by the visitor center and we hadn’t seen hardly any, just a few going the opposite direction since leaving Soap Lake, “I don’t know, what if…?”

“Remember the car in Soap Lake? Don’t you think it might be kinda fun?” She looked over at me and put her hand on the door-handle.

“I’ll freeze out there!” Maybe trying to think of an excuse to not open the car door?

“Nah, it’s up to fifty-four,” I told her. “We’ll be fine.” It actually had turned into a pretty nice day. Hell of a lot warmer than I expected when it was twenty-four degrees at five-thirty. She looked at me one more time and swung her door open, climbing out into the open air.

I was amazed she had actually done it. This woman was surprising me with almost everything. We started reading the information signs, Ginger once again holding her arms over her bare breasts. “Don’t cover yourself,” I suggested, with a grin on my face, hoping she’d let her arms drop. She didn’t.

The ‘falls’ was immense: almost four-miles wide, 400 feet deep; five times wider than Niagara, three times deeper; water flowing over it at sixty-five miles per hour. The illustration showed it would have no more than a bump in the water with the flood-water flowing over it.

We were both amazed, reading the information about it and didn’t notice the couple coming from the information center. Ginger had finally relaxed and her arms were at her side when the twenty-something girl said, “Looks like you two are enjoying the view.”

Ginger let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped about three feet in the air, immediately trying to cover herself. The pretty brunette laughed and said, “Make you feel better if…” and pulled her top off, naked underneath it. Damn! Neither of them had a ring on their finger, so I assumed they were boyfriend-girlfriend. I hoped he was enjoying this as much as I was. He looked like he was, his eyes every bit as big as I was sure mine were. “My name’s Tammy,” she gave Ginger a little hug and shook hands with me.

“Matthew,” her boyfriend said.

Ginger and I laughed, “Ginger,” she said, putting her arm around me, “and Matthew.”

With that, both of them broke out laughing as well. “What are the odds of that?” Ginger said.

“Well I think it’s kinda cute,” the brunette said, “love your hair by the way,” she told Ginger.

“And your car,” the other Matthew said.

“Mine,” Ginger said.

They looked surprised, “So… you’re not…”

“Married? Nah… just really… close friends…”

“With benefits,” I added, “nice benefits,” a big smile on my face.

Tammy hugged her Matthew around the waist, “Us, too,” she said.

“You ever… do anything like this before?” Ginger asked, pretty obvious what she meant.

Tammy shook her head, “Nu-uh. Always wanted to, though,” she smiled, “fun, huh, you?”

“Never, not until about an hour ago… and yeah, it is.” Ginger snuggled her arms around herself, “Except maybe a bit chilly.”

I don’t know, I felt plenty warm, a half-naked Ginger and now a pretty, topless stranger to admire. She had really nice tits, too.

“We were just about to venture out on the little platform. Join us?” I asked.

The viewing platform was probably intended for two, barely big enough for four, about four feet wide and six feet out. There’s a rock outcropping underneath, supporting it, but all three sides are a vertical drop to the bottom of the valley, 400 feet below.

It’s only wide enough for two abreast, so the topless Ginger and Tammy stepped out onto it first, with me and Matt behind them. I’d actually kind of lost interest in Dry Falls itself, the two lovely ladies much more interesting. Apparently, Matt felt much the same way as when he approached behind his girlfriend, even though she was pointing out the boat on the lake below, he began nibbling on her neck and cupped her bare breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples between two fingers.

Naturally, I didn’t want Ginger to feel left out, hearing a soft moan coming from Tammy. In my explorations of Ginger’s body, I’d discovered a place right behind her ears that seemed to be particularly sensitive, so that was the place I pushed her hair aside and began caressing with my lips while slowly moving my hands up her body toward her breasts.

Too bad, the people in that boat below had no idea of the view they were missing out on if they had had a pair of high power binoculars, much more interesting than a fifty-thousand-year-old, giant dry waterfall.

I cupped Ginger’s breasts and squeezed both nipples between my thumb and forefinger, her head tilted to the side giving my lips and tongue better access to that hot-spot behind her ear. She moaned her approval, her hands over mine on her tits and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Matt seem to turn Tammy to face us, rather than being alongside us.

I didn’t know what he was thinking, or maybe subconsciously I did, but I stepped around and tugged a little on Ginger, encouraging her to turn, facing Tammy. I moved my hands away from Ginger’s breasts and felt Ginger press back slightly against me as Matt sandwiched Tammy against her. It was then that I realized the other Matt’s intentions. Of course, his whispered, “Kiss her,” in Tammy’s ear was a bit of a clue, too.

And Ginger heard it as well. I have no idea if Ginger had ever been with another woman, it’s something we’d never talked about. But she didn’t try to back away, either. Ginger and Tammy were pressed between Matt and Matt when their lips connected. It was a tentative, short kiss, then I felt Matt’s hands pressing around the back of Ginger’s bare waist and pulling her tighter into Tammy. I felt it only fair that I did the same with Tammy, feeling her soft skin and cheating just a bit, rubbing my hands up and down her back and even a couple inches underneath her stretch pants waistband.

I had no idea where this might lead, if anywhere. Here we were, out in the open air, virtually right next to a public parking lot in the middle of a chilly winter day, two men; one shirtless, and two topless women, all pressed tightly together. I hoped to hell that nobody pulled in the parking lot.

Neither Ginger or Tammy seemed too concerned with the surroundings, though, their lips reconnected and this time it wasn’t tentative at all.

Unfortunately, it was at that moment that a minivan chose to pull into the lot down by the visitor center. Ginger obviously saw it and pulled away from the embrace, covering herself with her arms and both girls started to run for their cars. Matt and Tammy’s was down by the visitor center so Ginger told her to get in the BMW.

Matt and I were left standing out on the little platform laughing. Yeah, it was funny as hell, but I sure did wish it hadn’t had to end when it did. I was just almost getting up the courage to move my hands up Tammy’s side and cop a feel of a boob. Dammit! Matt said he was going to get his car and left, leaving me standing alone, shirtless, feeling like an idiot. Maybe that was a fairly accurate description.

While I was waiting, I walked over to where Tammy had pulled off her blouse, retrieved it and took it to her. She rolled the window down, took it and had slipped it back on about the time Matt was there with his car.

We were both sorry to see our new friends go without getting any information from them, not even a last name, except that their car had a Washington plate. A minute later we were back on the road toward Grand Coulee, still shirtless and topless. Ginger started her giggling all over again, “I can’t believe we did that!” she said, then glanced over at me, “I’m so horny!”

“You know, you can do something about that. I wouldn’t mind.” So was I, that little escapade had made me hard as a rock all over again and it hadn’t gone away with the interruption.

I really didn’t think she would, but Ginger reached her hand inside her pants, and I had a hard time paying attention to the twisty highway when she’d spread her legs apart with her hand hidden from view but obviously working fingers inside her. She laid her head back on the leather headrest, closed her eyes and began moaning. It couldn’t have been over a minute or two when the real ‘Oohs' and 'Ahhs’ started in earnest, then her body stiffened, and entirely new noises emanated from her lips.

A moment later when she relaxed, she muttered to herself, “Oh God, I needed that!”

Yeah, so did I! Still did. Except I was driving. If Ginger and I hadn’t had the kind of night we’d had, I doubt I would have made it off that platform without sticky goo in my pants.

Ginger was still sitting in the seat beside me completely topless. It was still disappointing to me that there weren’t more cars on the highway.

We drove past Banks Lake on our left and vertical, thousand-foot rock walls on the right. At one point, we stopped and looked up the bluff at another dry waterfall, a tiny draw coming down the rocks with a deep V in the stone just past a little flat spot, no doubt from heavy thunderstorms. It was really cool-looking. Would be magnificent with water coming down it.

But it was still overshadowed by my view of Ginger. I was just wishing there were more to share that view with.

Another half-hour and we were in Coulee City, population 572. There still weren’t any cars out and about. I guess December isn’t a particularly good time to take your girlfriend for a topless ride.

We were both hungry, so decided to stop for some lunch. I looked for a McDonald’s or at least a drive-thru, but there weren’t any. The only thing we could find was one little restaurant, very originally named, ‘Coulee Café’. I pulled into the parking space along with four other cars and looked over at Ginger. “No! I draw the line.”

Women! A guy just wants to have a little fun and they get obstinate about every little thing. I thought it’d be kind of cool to go in this little café dressed like we were. I got out and grabbed my shirt and her sweater out of the trunk. Oops, forgot the bra.

That tight, fluffy sweater looked good on her without the bra, really good. I think she enjoyed the looks she got, too. We had a good lunch, cheeseburgers, but they were more like home-cooked. Hell of a lot better than fast-food! The fries were good, too, like they were just fresh-peeled.

We’d seen an old steam tractor in a park coming into town and I wanted to look at it. I love old machinery like that. So, after lunch, we drove back to the park. The thing was huge! I can’t imagine what it would have been like standing on that little platform behind that big engine in hundred-degree heat; and the steering with cables attached to the front wheel mechanism. Those guys were tough!

After exploring the tractor, we drove through town and down Lake Roosevelt to Grand Coulee Dam. That is one big dam, tall, too. One thing we drove past was a series of eight giant pipes running from the lake up the side of the mountain, feeding Banks Lake and irrigation downriver from that. They must have been at least ten feet in diameter. God, the pumps they must have had.

We checked out the visitor center and were disappointed that the dam tours were closed for the season, but we did sit and watch a couple videos of building the dam and how it had transformed Eastern Washington from dry sagebrush into lush farmland.

After our two-hour sojourn in the visitor center, we looked for a vantage point to watch the laser light show on the face of the dam. We found a little overlook about a half-mile away and probably a couple of hundred feet above the dam.

The first thing I did after we found our overlook was call home to talk to the kids. Addie answered the phone and we said our ‘hi’, ‘how are you’ and so on, then Addie mentioned, “Nice picture.”

“Hoped you’d like it, took it just for you.”

She hesitated before responding, “You know it’s been over a week for me, don’t you?”

I smiled, I did know, “Uhuh, and?”

“And, I’m really horny. That picture didn’t help. Your… umm, audio didn’t, either.”

I was ecstatic. I’d hoped those would, shall we say, ‘have an effect’ on her.

“Friday night with Nick is going to be really, really nice,” she said, “might want to do some things we haven’t done for a while.”

“Tell me later?” I asked her. If I hadn’t already been turned on from being with Ginger all day, this conversation would have put me there.

“Don’t think so, let you guess.”

I’d had enough of this, “Kids there?”

I heard in the background, “Kevin, Katie, Dad’s on the phone,” then scurrying off in the distance and a breathless little boy’s voice, “Daddy!”

I spent the next twenty minutes talking to my two little people.

When I finally pressed to end the call, it was still about an hour before the show was supposed to start, so we did what any good, sex-starved couple would do under such circumstances. We necked. And played. I got Ginger’s sweater back off and enjoyed sucking her tits, especially after the sexy little situation at Dry Falls that we hadn’t been able to follow up on.

It’s actually kind of fun, no, a lot of fun, playing like that when you know you can’t actually have sex. Frustrating, but it adds to the excitement.

We talked quite a little, too. Ginger seemed able to talk about Eric and her life with him without getting nearly as emotional as she had before. She filled me in on their Oregon coast trip that she’d mentioned earlier and the fun times they had teasing each other with their new lovers.

The dark kind of snuck up on us and before we knew it, they were beginning to let water out over the face of the dam. I didn’t know what to expect from the light show and was surprised to see the face of the dam covered with a layer of water running over it. Then, the laser lights started, all colors, making shapes across the dam and this big, booming baritone voice, filling the entire valley, “Out of chaos, I was born.”

What followed was an incredible forty minutes of that voice and the lasers showing the formation of the Grand Coulee over the millennia; volcanoes, lava flows, then the giant floods carving through the countryside and finally, a dam being built. Both Ginger and I sat, mesmerized at the display.

I’d wondered if this would be worth our getting back to her house so late, but it was more than worthwhile, even aside from the fun Ginger and I had in her little car while we waited.

Unfortunately, when we got home that night, nearly midnight, we were tired; way too tired to advance our fun from before the light show.

And, you guessed it, Ginger was shaking me at 5:30 in the morning to get up and go to the gym.

My thanks again to cbears52 and kiteares for their editing help!