Desert Trading Post

by Marilyn Foxworthy

Courtney said, “Dave, I understand. You are going to get an erection. If you don’t, I’ll probably be insulted. You aren’t gay, right? So, I won’t be offended or upset if you get hard. Look, I start to panic at just the thought that I can’t see you and that I’ll be alone. You’ve seen that. I could take a shower with the curtain open, but what about you? It was OK when we were in the bathroom. But I broke our deal. I didn’t keep my eyes closed like I was supposed to. I tried. I couldn’t do it. When I did, somehow I didn’t know if you were still there. So I kept my eyes open. If you take a shower, you will have to leave the curtain open and I have to watch to make sure you are still here. Take your pants off.”

  I undid my belt and slid my pants and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them as Courtney watched.

  She said, “The only way I’m going to be OK right now is for you to get in the shower with me. Come here,” and she held out her hand.

  I stepped forward and took her hand as she steadied me and I joined her in the shower. She pulled the shower curtain closed around us and turned the water back on.

  The tub was small. If we changed places at all, we were going to end up with our bodies against each other.

  Courtney took the little bottle of shampoo that she had and tilted her head back into the stream of water, wetting herself again. Arched backward that way, her breasts seemed to reach for me, beckoning me, begging me to hold them. I didn’t. Squirting shampoo into her hand, but keeping her eyes open the whole time, she began washing her hair.

  She stared at me and said, “Look at me. Damn, you are a handsome man. I like you. Dave, I am falling in love with you. Look at me. This feels so good. This is so much better. This is so right. This is what I was looking for. Now I see it. Dave, watch me. Watch me wash my hair. For you. Yeah, for you. I’m washing my hair because I want to be with you. I want to look good for you. I want to clean myself up and smell nice for you. Oh, this is what I need. Dave, Baby, look at how hard my nipples are getting. And you haven’t even touched me yet. Oh yeah, look at me. There’s water running down my tits. And here you are, just a foot away. Not across a camera. Right here, where you could touch me. Nice cock by the way. Dave, oh no!”

  I watched as her body stiffened for an instant and she clamped her eyes closed for the first time. It was more of a blink, and she was staring into my face again immediately.

  She said, “Fuck! Dave, I mean that. I don’t use that word in any vulgar way. I mean, you make me fucked. I have never had that happen before! I just came, just looking at you and thinking about you, and having you looking at me. I am so fucked now. Nobody ever fucked me up like this before. I watched you. At the rest stop.”

  Her hands were moving down to her breasts and underarms now and she kept getting more soap as she lathered herself with the slippery liquid.

  She was breathing heavily as she said, “I watched you, Baby. You were alone. You were so alone. And so was I. It was all I could do not to throw myself at you. Do you believe in love at first sight? I didn’t. Not lately. Not until today. I’m going to be really honest now. I’m not going to ask permission. I want what I want and no questions are necessary. Right? Just honest nakedness, right?”

  I nodded my head. I was as stiff as a board. My penis pointed straight at her crotch as I watched her rub her beautiful melons. I’d never seen breasts like that in real life. I’d never had a woman shower with me like this. I’d never had a woman talk to me like this. She was so full of erotic energy, and now I wanted some. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to feel her looking at me, desiring me.

  Courtney rubbed soap into her pussy mound, and between her legs, but her eyes never left mine. Not until she looked down and took hold of my penis with those soapy hands. Those lovely fingers. And as they slipped around my shaft, I shuddered and took a deep breath.

  She said, “That’s it. Watch me and now feel me. Dave Baby, reach out for me. I’m right here. Fuck my tits with your hands. Take what’s in front of you. Fuck me with your hands, Baby.”

  I reach out, our bodies just a foot from each other, and slowly fondled her soapy tits. Tits. Titties. I’d never really used the word ‘fuck’ before, but the way that Courtney said it, it was magical. Fuck her tits with my hands. Yeah, somehow, now that I heard her say it, I knew exactly what that meant. It meant to make love to her honestly. No questions. Total implied consent as long as nothing was humiliating or painful. Play with her breasts and the huge nipples currently pressing into my palms like small river stones. They were as big around as my thumb and stood out the same amount. Perfect cylinders, the same height and width.

  Courtney bit her lip and stroked my penis harder.

  She groaned, “Oh, Tim, yeah! Oh! No, Dave Baby, I’m so sorry! You have me so excited. I lost my mind. I don’t love him, I love you! You feel so good. Your cock is so beautiful. I am going to love giving you blow jobs. I won’t ever hesitate. I won’t ever want to refuse. Dave, I love you! Please, I hope you can love me. Oh yeah, like that. My tits have never been so sensitive. Oh, please,” and she grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to her groin, shoving my fingers between her legs.

  She gasped, “Stay on the outside for now. Don’t go in. Fuck the sides of my clit.”

  I slid my soapy fingers over the outside of her slit, rubbing both sides where the long branches of her clitoris hid along the sides of her labia. I stayed away from the little pearl at first, but as she clearly climaxed several times, I felt for the tender nubbin that would be hiding under its hood.

  But it wasn’t hiding at all. Courtney had a moderately large and very swollen clitoris. It didn’t stick out far, maybe an eighth of an inch, but the only one I’d really seen before could have been a quarter the size of hers. It was at least half the width of my little finger. I’d seen pictures of bigger ones on the Internet, but this was somehow perfect. Easy to find, but not weirdly large. I wanted to get the chance to suck on it. Soon. Courtney and I were obviously lovers now. This was no one-night-stand if I had anything to say about it. As far as I was concerned, she was my girlfriend now and we were staying together from now on.

  Damn, I almost came just now! I was so close. But I wanted to wait. Just at the last moment though, I did. Courtney squeezed her hand tight around the base of my shaft, and I had an orgasm.

  Wait, maybe I didn’t. It felt like I did. But I was still hard as a rock afterward, and as she started jacking me off again, I felt like I was headed toward another. I must have stopped rubbing Courtney for a second and she noticed something was wrong.

  She said, “Sweetie, haven’t you ever done that before? It’s pretty cool, right? At the moment of climax, if I squeeze you like that, it’s like you have an orgasm, but can’t ejaculate. I don’t know how it works, but for some guys it does. Maybe all, I don’t know. Anyway, you get to have an orgasm, and then another. I could get you to come again really quick if you want me to. We can talk later. Rub my ass.”

  Courtney turned around and pushed her ass against me. I started to let go of her breast, but she grabbed my hand and held me to her chest.

  She said, “No, with your dick. Rub my ass with your dick. Yeah, slide it down there. Not inside,” and she bent forward and pushed back against me.

  She moaned, “You are so good. I love your hands. Are you looking at my butt? I feel your cock. It feels so good in the cleft of my ass. Sliding between my butt cheeks. Oh, Dave, I’m coming again! Watch me! Squeeze my tit! Oh yes! Fuck me! Again, again, again! Oh damn, Sweetie, shove it in me!”

  Courtney nearly screamed that last part. I’d never had sex like this before. And this wasn’t any real-life porn where he girl was making it up and playing to a camera! This was real life! Courtney was genuinely excited and loving my touch. I didn’t know how many times she’d climaxed so far, but I didn’t think she was faking it at all. Shove it in her? OK!

  Courtney bent forward even farther, but then shoved backward against me so that I had to take a step to keep my balance. That gave her the room that
she wanted to bend over and grab her ankles with both hands. I hardly had to adjust my position at all to enter her the way that she was doubled over, nearly touching her chin to her shins. Her boobs, on the other hand, had no trouble at all smashing against her knees. I grabbed her hip and pulled her tight, driving myself as far in as I could go.

  Courtney grunted and exclaimed, “Oh Baby, you’re so fucking big! I’m not lying! I’ve never had it so good. Dave, finish inside me. Quickly! Please!”

  I was at my limit anyway. I used my hands to bounce Courtney’s perfect rump against my thighs a few times and then I started spurting. She squeezed me hard with her vagina and I pushed against the back of it, feeling the tip forced against her cervix. Both of us growled wordlessly as our simultaneous orgasm wracked our bodies in ways that I had never felt before.

  A minute later, we were both ready to collapse. I helped Courtney straighten up, leaving my penis between her lower lips for as long as I could. When she stood all the way up, I slid out and thrust a few more times between her thighs as she turned her neck to try to kiss me.

  Finally, she turned to face me and we held each other. All the soap was rinsed off now, and it was a good thing because both of us were exhausted. Holding onto each other, we helped each other step carefully out of the tub. I grabbed some towels with a free hand and we moved toward the bedroom. I needed to lie down.

  Instead of spreading the towels on the bed, the way that I had intended to, I just ran one across Courtney’s back, and then over my own, and we fell onto the bed together, on top of the bedspread.

  Chapter 4 - Who are we?

  We lay there for a minute, panting, with our legs hanging off the foot of the bed. Sex standing up is a lot of work. Sex, in general, is a lot of work. After a few minutes, after we’d caught our breath a bit, Courtney announced that she should probably dry her hair.

  She pulled herself up and I followed her back to the bathroom, expecting that she couldn’t go in without me. She turned and smiled and winked at me in appreciation of me doing that for her without being reminded.

  There was a hairdryer on the wall of the bathroom.

  Courtney took it from the holder and grabbed the brush that we’d bought for her and started to comb out her hair.

  She said, “This would be more convenient if it unplugged and we could take it to the other room. That way you could watch TV or something while I get ready.”

  I said, “It isn’t so bad.”

  It really wasn’t. Not at all. Courtney was naked. I didn’t bother to turn my back this time or close my eyes, and she didn’t seem to want me to. All that stuff about insisting that I look at her and watch her in the shower made me think that from now on, seeing her naked was just fine. It was fine with me. Oh, I was naked too. I had forgotten about that. But I didn’t care either. Courtney hadn’t complained, either when we were in the shower, when we were on the bed, or as I followed her into the bathroom just now.

  She smiled and said, “We can get a hairdryer at the store, next time.”

  She had to raise her voice to be heard over the sound of the dryer.

  She said, “Babe, I’m sorry that I’m being a freak about not being able to be out of your sight. Or have you be out of my sight, or whatever is going on. I don’t know what it’s about. Not fully.”

  I just sat and watched as she finished and shut the dryer off.

  She said, “I guess we have a lot to talk about. We have plenty of time though, right? I’m not going anywhere, right?”

  I said, “Courtney, I’m right here. I’ll be here tonight and I’ll be here tomorrow. Wherever we go, we go together. OK?”

  She said, “Good. I need to brush my teeth. You can share the sink if you want to.”

  I said, “I would, but my stuff is still in my bag in the other room.”

  She said, “Oh! Um, OK, hey, wait then, OK?”

  She brushed her teeth quickly, but thoroughly, and spit in the sink and rinsed her mouth by putting her hand under the faucet and bending down and drinking from her hand. Seeing that made me happy in an odd way. That’s how I would have done it. Most people would have reached for a glass. Courtney and I had that in common, at least.

  She finished and turned to face me and said, “Well? What do you think?”

  I said, “Courtney, you seem to know if I’m not telling you the truth, so I won’t try to convince you. I think that you are by far the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen.”

  She said, “There you go, five points for honesty. Sweetie, I’m glad you think so. It’s important to me. Let me explain. It’s not important that I be beautiful. It’s important to me that you think I’m beautiful. I don’t care what anyone else thinks now. Dave, I’m changing. It’s like…hey, let’s let you brush your teeth.”

  Courtney pulled me into the other room and we retrieved my toothbrush from my travel bag and went back to the bathroom. I went ahead and shaved, too. I’d shaved that morning, but given the circumstances, I wanted to be as smooth-faced as possible. There could be kissing going on at some point.

  As I cleaned up, Courtney said, “I don’t have to shave. Girls, pros, well, it takes a long time to do all the grooming, you know? So, we get laser treatments. It saves a lot of time. I won’t have to shave anywhere for at least six months. Maybe a year. Dave, we’re being honest. Right? So, you’ll believe me, just like I believed you?”

  I said, “OK.”

  She said, “Babe, you have a nice cock. I figure you might wonder. Because you think I’ve been with a lot of guys or something. I haven’t. It’s complicated. Well, not really, but it’s probably not what you think it is. Anyway, you have a nice cock and I like it. You look nice. I like looking at you. The truth, right? Sweetie, I feel like you are the nicest looking man that I’ve ever seen. I know you aren’t a model or an actor or anything, and maybe somebody might say that this guy or that guy is more handsome than you are, or something, but it’s the feelings, right? The emotions. My feelings tell me that no man is ever going to be as good looking as you are. OK? Can you believe that for me?”

  I said, “I guess so. I think so. I’m very flattered. I’m not really big or anything.”

  She said, “You mean your penis? No, you aren’t huge. I’ve seen bigger. Longer anyway. But you know what? Longer isn’t better. I’d guess you have about seven inches there. I’ve seen smaller. My husband, um, Tim, by the way, he was a bit smaller. I’m really sorry about that. So really really sorry. About calling you Tim. I’ll tell you about it later. I’m pretty tired right now. Can we order a pizza and just eat it here in the room and then go to bed. What is it, six o’clock? It’s just been a really long couple of days. I don’t really remember much of it. Oh, but your penis. It’s a great length, it isn’t too thin or too fat, and it’s straight. Some of the really long ones have some kind of curve or bend in them. You are really beautiful.”

  I said, “Thank you. No one has ever been so kind to me like that. I mean, to really honestly tell me that I’m handsome. Especially not naked. It’s really nice, isn’t it? Courtney, you said something in the shower.”

  She said, “I know. I meant it. Don’t get weird. It is what it is.”

  We left the bathroom and I went to my phone and called for a pizza to be delivered.

  I stood in front of Courtney and tentatively put my hands on her shoulders and stood close. Except for the shower, we hadn’t really touched each other. And even in the shower, I don’t think that we had hugged or held each other.

  I said, “So you meant that? What you said?”

  She looked at me sincerely and said, “Yes. And I don’t care if you ever feel that or not. No, not true. I do desperately want you to feel that way, but even if you don’t, my feelings are what they are. Dave, I love you. I do believe in love at first sight. It happens all the time, right? We see someone and we feel that magnetic attraction right away and we think we are in love. But then we try to figure it out and talk ourselves out of it and find reasons not t
o trust it. You and I might find reasons later, but right now, I love you.”

  I said, “Courtney, that’s the thing. I love you, too. And yeah, I don’t know why and stuff, but I do. I felt a thrill when you opened my car door and my head went all kinds of places about what kind of fantasy adventure we were going to have and how we’d fall in love and all that. But I couldn’t let myself hope that it would ever be real. Courtney, except for us being honest and everything, emotionally naked, I wouldn’t tell you, but I am in love with you already. I really am. And it isn’t because of the shower or anything and…”

  Courtney interrupted me and rushed into my arms and kissed me.

  She said, “Then let’s not go off in a direction about why it doesn’t make sense and talk ourselves out of it. We have a pact. I don’t rob you and you don’t molest me. That’s all we need for now, right?”

  I said, “I don’t know that I kept up my part of that bargain.”

  She laughed and said, “Dave, I’ll tell you a lot more after I get a good night’s sleep, but that was one of the best times I have ever had sexually. Honesty, right? It was really good for me. Really good. And you didn’t molest me at all. You did what I asked. A broken girl who can’t go to the bathroom by herself. I wanted you. Not just sex. I didn’t need sex. I needed to release what I felt for you. How long till the pizza gets here? Should we get dressed? I feel so happy. Dave, do you want me to answer the door naked and freak the delivery guy out for fun? I will if you want me to.”

  I said, “Courtney, no. Um, I don’t want that. Do you want to do that?”

  Courtney grinned and kissed me hard.

  She said, “I kind of do. It’s weird.”

  I said, “Courtney, I’m not going to judge you. You can do what you want. Does that turn you on? I guess I don’t care, kind of, but I kind of do. I am in love with you and it would bother me for you to be with other guys or anything like that.”

  Courtney laughed and pulled me toward the bed and climbed on. We lay down on our backs and she lay on my shoulder and hugged me.