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Continued from Chapter 1: The Amish Way
On the first full day of my new lifestyle, that of a fulltime RVer, I met Anna a young Amish widow who also was transitioning from an old way of life to something new. She was on her way to Florida where her Aunt lived and where Anna believed she could find a support infrastructure to help her as she left her old Amish way for a modern way of life. We met at a truck stop where her bus had stopped for a rest break but accidentally left Anna behind. I volunteered to take Anna to the bus station In Atlanta, and during our first night together we made passionate love like two teenagers trying to fuck each other’s brains out.
The next morning I awoke to the aroma of bacon and eggs frying; finding the bed next to me empty it was obvious that Anna had risen early and was cooking us breakfast. Pulling on a pair of sweat pants, I rounded the end of the bed to see my Amish friend no longer looking like atypical Amish. She had opened the privacy curtains and the morning light shining through the windshield back lit her in near silhouette. Anna was again wearing the cotton tank top nightie from last night, her long wavy hair pulled back in a ponytail, and when she stood on her tip toes to get coffee cups from the cabinets over the kitchen sink, you could see more than just side boob through the large arm openings of the shirt.
Just standing on her tip toes and reaching for those cups caused her muscles to accentuate the shape of the calves of her gorgeous legs and while reaching, the top pulled up to reveal that beautiful heart shaped ass; the entire scene being enough to cause my dick to once again harden.
Pretending to be unaware of my presence, Anna went about finishing our breakfast as I walked up behind wrapping my arms around her and positioning my stiffening cock in the top of the crack of her ass. Putting the utensils down, Anna turned around in my arms and again standing on her tip toes ran her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Good morning,” she said, “ummm, I see my favorite toy is awake,” rubbing her mound provocatively against my dick.
I pulled her nightie up and placed my hand on her mons, my middle finger finding her slit and exploring inside. Quickly I found her clit and almost immediately after touching it she shivered like she had touched something electrified, the sensation like a shocking voltage running from her pussy and extending from head to toe.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned, “as much as I want to take you back to bed, we really need to get into the Bus station and get my things; besides we wouldn’t want this food to go to waste, would we?”
I poured both a cup of coffee, placing them on the table along with sugar and cream and it hit me, I didn’t even know Anna well enough to know if she took cream and sugar in her coffee; even though I knew every aspect of her sexual desires.
When she sat down at the table and started eating, I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty; especially those two hard nipples poking through the cotton top. Finally my staring at her as we ate apparently made her uncomfortable or at least piqued her curiosity, “What,” she asked with a smile?
Not knowing what else to say, and not comfortable sharing with Anna my emerging feelings for her, I simply tried to change the subject, “You never did tell me where you were going.”
“Pinecraft Florida,” Anna answered, “I have an Aunt there that has promised to help me get started again.”
Realizing the blank look on my face was an indication that I had no idea of what she was talking about. She explained, “some people call it the Amish Las Vegas. It’s where some of the more progressive Amish people go to vacation away from the cold winters of the North.”
“No kidding, I never dreamed that Amish had a place to go like that,” I was beginning to realize that there was a tremendous amount of things I didn’t know about the simple people. The most important lesson I had learned at this point was never to underestimate an Amish person.
“So if you are leaving the Amish way, why are you going where there is an Amish community?”
“Amos and I were part of a very conservative ‘Old Order’ church or community, those in Pinecraft are so progressive that the only buggy in town is for the benefit of the tourists; and instead of horses and buggies the Pinecraft Amish use bicycles and even golf carts to get around town.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No seriously, they are a totally different people compared to those that I grew up around.”
“So you’re going to join their community?”
“Noooo!” Anna exclaimed, “Why would I quit one community only to join another? Silly; I have always dreamed of living like the English and that’s what I intend to do.”
“Isn’t your Aunt Amish?”
“Not now,” she explained, “Anna is the aunt I was named after as well as my inspiration for leaving. You see after her husband died and her children were all married and on their own, she left and moved to Pinecraft. She wrote to me and explained that people there are willing to help Amish transition from old order communities to more liberal ones or completely start a new life in the English world.”
I suddenly remembered watching news documentaries years ago that reported on the work of groups that deprogram people previously trapped in religious cults, but didn’t share that tidbit of information with Anna as I wasn’t sure if it might offend her or if she would understand.
After we finished breakfast Anna got up from the table and started putting our dirty dishes in the small but workable ‘dishwasher in a drawer’ that is common place in luxury motorhomes. Unlike a standard machine in your home these are in a drawer under the counter and relatively low to the floor; low enough in fact that when Anna bent over from the waist to place dishes in the machine her tank top nightie would pull half way up her ass giving a full view of her butt and pussy. After a time or two of this Anna turned and smiled at me rather salaciously; I realized the little minx was being a tease.
I stood up away from the table; my semi erect dick already pushing against my sweat pants, and Anna came to me planting her left leg between my feet and lifting her right knee up and around my thigh rubbing her mons on my leg provocatively. Hanging on to my arm with her right hand to maintain her balance, she then quickly ran her left down the front of my sweats and took my cock in her hand.
“Ummm, now what was it I said earlier, oh yeah, I see my favorite toy is awake, again,” she said playfully.
With my right hand behind her neck I pulled her mouth to mine running my tongue inside and kissing my little Amish widow passionately. Quickly I reached for her ass with my right, grabbing and squeezing it for a moment then I grabbed the bottom of her nightie and jerked it up and off over her head. Anna pushed my sweat pants down as I stepped out of them and instantly she ran her hands behind my neck, jumped up wrapping both legs around my hips, kissed me and then began to nibble and suck on my lips as her arousal took control of her body. I wrapped a hand under one cheek of her ass lifting it and with the other guided my cock to her opening then letting her slide down onto my hard member.
Carrying her with my dick buried deep in her pussy, I turned around placing her back against a cabinet door and began to fuck her. With her ankles crossed and hooked behind my back she raised up and down with her hips and knees matching my upward thrusts into her depths.
Anna pulled her mouth away from mine and hooked her chin over my shoulder whispering into my ear, “oh god, faster Chuck.”
I carried her to the table and laid her down on it, oh God please don’t let the table break, I silently prayed as she reclined and I took her by the knees holding her legs up then rammed my hard dick into her hot wet pussy.
Laying there flat on her back, her swollen nipples pointing upward to heaven, Anna ran both hands under her breasts squeezing them hard and pulling them toward her upper body, all the while moaning in pleasure, her head turned to the side and eyes tightly squeezed shut.
I continued to ram into her hard and fast, pushing as hard as I could to reach the bottom of her vagina.
Anna began to twist and pinch her nipples as if she was trying to pull them off her bright pink areola, loudly crying out, “oh god, oh, oh, oh, I’m almost there Chuck, harder, harder.”
Nearly out of my mind in the heat of passion I increased the tempo of my strokes in and out of her pussy, exerting myself as much as possible to ram harder into her hoping to satisfy the needs of my lover.
“I’m, I’m, I’m, cumming,” Anna screamed, “oh, oh, ooooohhh.”
Her body jerked, wracked with the electric sensation of the huge orgasm. I continued to ram into her, as I approached the edge of ecstasy. With each stroke she shuddered as another wave hit; then as I exploded she reached up grabbing my biceps pulling me down to her as she rose up off of the table wrapping her arms around my neck then ramming her lips to mine and her tongue down my throat.
When we finished we showered together, playfully but not initiating anything further that would have required time that our schedule did not now allow for or for that matter would require taking another shower.
I dressed a bit quicker than Anna who had to make sure her new clothes looked right on her as well as bringing her hair up, not in braids as she had previously done each day her entire life, but in a bun gathered high on the back of her head in the style she had seen English girls do. Actually her hair arrangement was quite stylish and contemporary. While she was busy making herself even more breathtaking, I took the opportunity to Google the location of the bus station on my phone and save the map.
It would seem that people who travel extensively in a motorhome or coach have a penchant for borrowing terminology from the boating world. Larger sail boats and yachts sometimes have a smaller boat in tow often referred to as a dingy which is used to shuttle passengers or supplies to and from shore when there are not suitable docks available and the larger craft is forced to drop anchor off shore. Some ‘RVers’ borrowed that term to describe the car or Jeep™ towed behind the coach. Others simply refer to it as the ‘Toad’ the vernacular terminology for towed vehicle.
In my case, I haven’t been ‘RVing’ long enough to have developed a preference for terms used to describe the Yukon Denali I tow behind my coach and use to travel to those places where you simply can’t or do not want to drive a 45 foot long behemoth.
As Anna and I drove to the Bus station through the mid-morning Atlanta traffic, I was torn between wondering if the Yukon was a bit large and impractical in a crowded city or relieved that we were in the next best thing to a Sherman Tank, a Big SUV that offered protection from the crazy drivers.
We found our way to the Bus station, parked the big Yukon, and went in. We located the manager and I explained to him Anna’s situation, and as I predicted, he indeed did have her belongings in a secured area. The only disappointment for Anna was that she had again missed her Bus south to Florida, which departed at midnight. The next bus was overbooked and the first available seat she could get was on a bus due to depart the next day; a layover of more than twenty-four hours.
Driving through the city, it was apparent Anna had mixed emotions, part of her was enthralled by the big city, but the part that was a simple country girl who had spent her entire life on a farm in rural America was petrified of the more ‘seedier’ sights of the inner city. I suspected that this was the cause of the look of fear and alarm that was creeping over her face. I knew she was terrified of the thought of having to spend the night in this place. It was then I got a bright idea, one that would benefit her, and well, maybe it was a bit self-serving for me.
“Anna,” I asked, “I’m headed to central Florida anyway so why don’t you come with me?” Then I pointed out, “if you take the bus to Tampa, you will have to arrange for transportation out to Pinecraft, but if you ride with me I can park the motorhome and drive you to your Aunt’s place.”
Of course I had an ulterior motive, which was the hope of having her with me for at least another 24 hours and the possibility of making love to her again tonight.
“Taking me to Pinecraft is not out of your way?”
“No not at all,” I replied, which was a truthful statement as I eventually planned on visiting a luxury RV resort on further south near LaBelle and maybe purchase a lot there.
It was so very difficult to hide my elation when she accepted my offer. All the way back to the Walmart where the coach was parked I was as excited as a school boy that had picked up the most popular girl in his class taking her out on a first date.
Leaving Atlanta at noon we made it to Lake City Florida by nightfall. I didn’t think I wanted to try to drive straight through to Pinecraft, which would have meant arriving late and having to find somewhere to park or boondock if necessary.
The best alternative seemed to be make reservations at the campground near Lake City which was about half way between Atlanta and Pinecraft. Even though Florida is pretty much booked up in the winter months as far as RV accommodations go, I was fortunate enough to find one campground with a vacant pull through full hook up site just off of the Interstate. According to the online campground review website it seemed to be well recommended so I booked it immediately. This of course afforded me the opportunity to have one more night with Anna.
Upon arrival at the RV campground I asked the clerk at registration where the best place to eat happened to be, and of course she recommended a nearby locally owned restaurant. Once the coach was parked, power, water and sewer hooked up, slide outs extended and jacks down to level the coach, I took Anna to dinner.
The clerk at the campground was right; it was a good place to eat. The atmosphere charming, the food was tasty with more than ample portions, the price was reasonable, but the best part about dinner was Anna’s companionship.
It was during that dinner, while looking into her eyes and listening to her talk about her life and dreams, that I realized, that I was beginning to fall in love with the girl.
On arriving back at the coach, the rest of the evening was typical of the domesticity of an old married couple. We drank some wine, made small talk, and before we knew it we were yawning from the weariness and fatigue of the long day. “I’m going to bed,” Anna stated without even a mischievous smile or licentious tone of voice.
“Let me lock up and close the curtains and I‘ll be back there in a minute.”
In a three quarter of a million dollar coach locking the door and closing the privacy curtains was an incredibly simple and quick task. Like a car the coach had a remote key fob with the capability of not only locking the entrance door, but the outdoor storage bays underneath the floor as well. Situated throughout the coach were panels, not unlike a tablet, that had touch controls for virtually everything on the coach, simply access the menu for the curtains and tap the screen and the curtains deploy automatically, so in a heartbeat I completed my final chores of the evening and was on my way to my bedroom and my lover.
Anna was already striping down to her birthday suit and was folding her clothes, placing them neatly on the built in dresser. I undressed while she undone her hair and let it fall naturally then we, like an old married couple, went to the opposite sides of the bed, pulled back the covers and got in.
I laid down flat of my back. Anna rolled over throwing her right leg over me and positioning her warm mound on my thigh. She snuggled her shoulder into my armpit laying her head on my arm and looked me in the eye. She paused for a moment then softly closed her eyes and parted her luscious lips. I accepted the invitation and kissed her, our tongues intertwining in a lovers dance.
I reached for a nipple and found it already stiff and extended. Anna reached for my cock, which was already partially erect. She wrapped her little hand around it and started to slowly and softly stroke it. As it became fully hard, she released it and pulled my arm over her signaling her desire for me to mount her missionary style.
Our love making experience had already witnessed wild, passionate, nearly animalistic fucking; but Anna obviously wanted what was to be our last sexual encounter to be romantic and tender. Taking her hint, I kissed her as I slowly and softly pumped in and out of her warm, wet pussy. With my left arm extended to hold my weight off of her, my hand resting on the pillow next to her head, I squeezed and teased her left tit causing her to moan softly into my mouth, my lips still locked to hers.
When her breath rate started increasing, I moved my hand from her tit, slowly caressing my way down her side then moving it under her butt cheek playfully squeezing it. Then I moved on down her thigh to the fold behind her knee, pulling her leg up over my shoulder giving me more access to her crotch. At that point I moved my hand between us positioning my fore and middle fingers in a ‘V’ fashion on each side of my dick as it pistoned in and out of her, effectively holding her inner lips and clit tightly to my dick heightening the sensation of my cock rubbing against her lady parts.
Her vaginal muscles began to tighten around my cock, trying to greedily claim it for their own. I moved my fingers so that I could access her clit and I shamelessly tormented the already hyper sensitive nub. Anna disengaged from my lips turning her head to the side so that she could grunt, “uh, uh, uh,” like an animal nearing the peak of orgasm. “Uuuuhhhh,” one long continuous vocalization came out of her mouth as she peaked and began to ride the wave of sensation. I felt her come, like a river, bathing my cock inside her which was the catalyst that brought me to orgasm as well. I filled her with my fluids mixing mine with hers until the cocktail of ecstasy flowed out of her cunt with each pump of my cock.
I pulled out and fell to her side, she again snuggled up to me throwing her leg over mine, her now dripping wet mound on my leg; returning to the same position in which we began this lovemaking session.
“Anna,” I said as I looked at the ceiling, “I love you.” She was quiet, not responding as if she wasn’t sure what to say.
I told her, “you know, you don’t have to stay with your Aunt, you could stay with me.”
“And what would we do?”
“Anna, I’ve got plenty of money in the bank, so we could travel, I could take you any place you want to go.” I answered with the hope that she would find the idea of travel appealing.
With a sense of urgency in her voice, “Chuck, I want you, I need you, but it’s just that I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m sorry but I don’t love you.”
After my wife died I didn’t think I would find another love; but I had begun to think that Anna was the one, but the possibility of rejection was something I never considered or was even prepared for.
“Chuck, remember I told you that the English lady I used to work for loaned me books and magazines? Well in one of those the author wrote about what she called ‘friends with benefits’ and that is what I want us to be”
Anna paused thoughtfully then continued her explanation, “I’ve always felt like a bird in a cage, now I have the chance to be free and experience life. But I want to do it on my own, not in your shadow or anyone else’s.”
Reading my mind she added, “please don’t be mad at me, can’t you understand what I have to do?”
Although I was beginning to see her point, I could not for the life of me think of what to say. So I just held her tightly knowing this would be our last embrace.
The next morning we broke camp and drove the rest of the way to Pinecraft. I found a Walmart just off of I-75, parked the motorhome and went inside the store leaving Anna to move her things out to the Yukon. I made one purchase.
On my return to the RV, I gave Anna my parting gift, an I-phone with twelve months of prepaid service loaded. I showed her how to use it and then programed in my cell number; without saying a word, silently telling her that if she ever changed her mind I was as close as a phone call.
While we were making the drive to her Aunt’s, neither of us spoke a word.
When we got there, I walked around the big SUV and retrieved her luggage, carrying it to the door of her Aunt’s house. I sat her stuff down and turned to face her one last time. My knees got weak when I looked into her eyes and saw a single tear emerging out of the corner of one and running down her beautiful face. Quickly, without a word, she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and turned away to ring the doorbell.
Not needing further instruction, I dejectedly walked back to my Yukon, got behind the wheel and shut the door. I watched, like watching a TV with the sound turned off as her Aunt opened the door and excitedly hugged Anna. Then she ushered Anna in the door and as it closed I knew I was now shut off, out of Anna’s life forever.
In an attempt to get my mind off of my loss while I drove away, I turned on the Yukon’s stereo system which was already tuned to a channel featuring classic rock on the satellite radio . Ironically the lyrics of the song playing mirrored Anna’s last words to me; I want you, I need you, but I’m never going to love you.
I could not help but smile as I put Pinecraft in the rearview mirror, reflecting on the experience Anna and I had together, how many times we had made love and realizing that two out of three sure ain’t bad.
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