On The Road Again 2 of 3

On The Road Again 2 of 3


Listen, Jen, I enjoy your company, and I have the means, so why not?

After dinner and returning to the RV, I hooked up the tow vehicle and we both spent the rest of the evening on our respective laptops, utilizing my Wi-Fi setup in the RV, catching up with Emails, etc. We also shared some more weed, her appetite for it, as great as mine her ability to handle it not as much.

She apologized for her 'nonsensical ' ranting, explaining that when she smokes, she has motor-mouth disease. I laughed at her, and told her not to worry about it.

Don't worry, be happy, I sang, and we both laughed that silly, ganja-induced giggle that occurs when under the influence.

She kissed me goodnight, on my cheek, as I left to go to bed, and gave me a hug.

I've really enjoyed being in your company these past couple of days. I feel very comfortable with you, not anxious or worried for my well being, she said as I returned her hug.

Me, too, girly, I've enjoyed your company as well. Makes an old man feel young to be around young, spirited people, I said.

You know something she said I don't 'feel' that age difference at all. I feel like we're both pretty ageless, here, she ended.

Yeah, me too I replied and with that, she went to bed.
Day Three


Beautiful scenic vistas before our eyes, laughter, and singing along with rock classics, and a shared fondness for the ganja plant; it doesn't really get much better than that.

This day, she chose a pair of shorts and a simple spaghetti-strapped top to wear as we drove, and I must shamefully admit that the first thoughts of a carnal nature began to bounce around in my head. She was braless, her nipples hard against the thin fabric, the form of her breasts clearly outlined by the cotton fabric. The last few hours of driving before we pulled into a campsite for the night, we shared a couple of bowls, which only made my mind race with thoughts of her body, of making love to such a nubile woman. My cock was responding to my thoughts with thoughts of its own.

After checking in, she suggested that we eat in and watch some TV, or listen to music, but getting really stoned as we did so.

Sounds like a plan, I responded, and asked her to clean some weed from my stash while I popped in a couple of quickie TV-style dinners.

We ate, we smoked, we giggled at some funny sitcoms, and we smoked some more. After a bit, she and I were both in the bag, really stoned.

I'm heading to bed to finish watching TV, while I still can maneuver my way back there, I said, laughing.

Want some company?

Really was my surprised reply.

I don't mind sharing a bed and sleeping with someone, it's comforting for me, she said, but, if you're not OK with it she said, letting her voice tapper off.

Sure, Jen, I'm OK with that, was my reply.

She changed into a sleep-set of top and shorts in the bathroom, and joined me in my bedroom, fluffing up her pillows as I had in order to watch some tube.

You do look sixty, she said after a while.

I try to take care of myself, I replied.

I don't look sixty, she's right. Most people, meeting me for the first time, think I'm in my late forties or so. Until my wife passed away, we were both avid joggers and since her passing, I've toned down the running and do a lot of walking, and watch my caloric intake as well. I'm about 180 lbs and just over six feet tall. Even the TV dinners I had zapped for us were of the Lean Cuisine type of meals.

She fell asleep before I did but I was soon in slumber land as well.
Day Four


She was quiet the next morning after we got up, got dressed and hit the road. Sensing she was bothered by something I asked her what the problem was that was causing her to be a little down this fine day.

Can I be totally forthcoming with you, I feel as if I can, she said, softly.

Brutally so, Jen, I've heard it all for the most part, so lay it on me, I replied to her.

I'm bummed because the trip will soon be over, and I've had the most wonderful three days of this summer with you, and I don't want it to end so quickly, she said in a flurry of words, staccato in her manner. It was as if she had to say them quickly or she wouldn't have said them at all.

Yeah, I've enjoyed your company as well, sweetie, you're a joy to be around and I'm a bit disappointed that it'll end soon also, was my response.

We rode in silence for a hundred miles or so, listening to the satellite radio, a never-ending source of good tunes.

You never tried anything with me last night, she said out of the silence.

Don't make me out to be a knight in shining armor, Jen, I said, I thought about it a lot all day yesterday in fact.

Me too, she said, and that's not at all like me. I'm not a promiscuous person, I'm really not, but there's something about you that picks my curiosity. This was to be a summer of exploration of myself, she continued, but it hasn't been that at all.

What were you seeking? I asked.

The real me, was her reply, I don't know that person yet, but I'm trying to make that acquaintance.

More silence between us and more road miles slipping by underneath the wheels of our vehicle.

This time I broke the silence.

What would you have done, if I had 'tried' something with you, Jen?

More silence from her and then, finally, she answered.

I think I would have let you, she said, again softly.

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