Friendly Passenger

“Tim, would you like a passenger with you to South Australia?” My sister, Natalie, asked me the question.

“Why? Do you want to come with me?” I asked her but I would be surprised if she had said ‘yes’, because she doesn’t like car swap-meets.

“No, but Bree can be, if you like.” It was more like a twenty questions quiz to find out why Nat asked.

“Bree? Your friend from school days?” Now, it was me asking cryptic questions.

“Yes, all of that. She is going to visit her Gran in Adelaide and was travelling by bus from here, but because you are going that way, you can take her to where you want to be and she can catch the bus from there.”

I thought about it and asked, “Isn’t she the girl who didn’t want to go to the final year school dance with me?”

She nodded, “That was because she promised Stuart Finch. He had asked her before you and she didn’t want to disappoint him by going with you,” she explained briefly.

“But now she wants my help? Is that it?” I queried my sister.

“I guess so. It means you don’t have to travel alone all that way. You know her, so you must have something to talk about for whatever time it takes.” Her reasoning was sound. It’s a long and boring trip on a featureless highway; pleasant company would be welcome.

“Does she know I am leaving early on Friday morning? The trip will take about seven or eight hours, allowing for breaks,” I reminded her.

“Yes, I told her that and she said she would be ready in time.”

“OK, if she can be ready by seven o’clock I will take her. I hope she knows where the bus terminal is when we get there,” I reminded Natalie.

“Good, I’ll tell her. She will be pleased and she will be good company for you,” Natalie assured me.

I was up and ready to go early on Friday. I was packing luggage into my SUV when I heard Bree’s voice behind me. “Good morning, Tim.” I looked around and she smiled with a wide smile and said, “Thank you for giving me a ride. I appreciate it, I really do,” she told me.

“No problem. Here, give me your luggage.” She did so and I packed it neatly beside mine. She was watching me stow the bits and pieces for the trip and she asked me,

“What’s in that box,” pointing to a large cardboard box with oil stains on the flaps.

“Car parts. They are ones I am trying to sell or swap for the parts I need to finish off my MG-B in that garage, I told her and pointed up the driveway. That’s why I am going to South Australia this weekend.

“Can I say ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to Natalie before we leave, Tim?” she asked. I agreed. I saw her give Natalie a hug and a kiss and soon she was back and we were ready to go.

I said ‘good bye’ to mum, dad and Natalie and started the engine. We were on our way. We hadn’t gone far when Natalie said, “I don’t think we have been alone with you before have I?”

“No, I don’t think so, but you could have been. I saw a lot of you at school and since we all left you keep in touch with Nat, so I have seen you at home.” Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen much of her since we left school nearly two years ago.

“Natalie told me you are at a business college. Doing what?” I asked. She smiled at my interest and answered,

“Business Administration. It’s a degree course, so I hope to become Natalie Spencer BA, when it is all over.”

“That sounds very professional, but I guess that is the point, isn’t it?” She looked at me and smiled sweetly.

As I turned onto the Western Highway and said to no-one in particular, “Here we go, 100 kilometres an hour for God knows how long.”

“That sounds good, Tim, let’s go,” Bree responded and settled herself into the seat.

“Natalie told me you’ve been to this place before. How long ago was that?” she asked me.

“Two years ago. The swap meets are held every two years and many people go to it because it is very large in terms of stalls, service providers and mechanics. In fact, almost everyone associated with cars and trucks seems to turn up for this event. That’s what I like about it. It’s really all quite friendly.”

Natalie was silent for what seemed like minutes, but perhaps only a few seconds.

“I am going to see my Gran, in Adelaide. It’s her 85th birthday and I want to surprise her,” she told me.

“Gosh, you must like her. I wouldn’t go to the next street to see mine, if I could avoid it,” I said, trying to suppress the bad feelings I have about my nanna.

“Mine has been great to me. She a very caring old lady, although she doesn’t look as old as she is, but I like to visit her when I can,” she told me.

“I suppose Natalie told you I am not going that far, didn’t she?” I asked to clarify my situation.

“Yes, but other times when I come to see her, I know there is a bus terminal at a shopping centre, called Somerton Gardens, where the bus stops between Melbourne and Adelaide, so if you let me out there I will be OK. It’s not far from the farm where the swap meet is being held,” she told me. Obviously, she had looked it up on Google Earth.

We stopped for morning coffee and fuel; we were both feeling more comfortable with each other. We chatted for most of the way. We had a quick look around the town before we were heading for the state border. As we crossed the border I said, “We must remember to set our clocks back half-an-hour at our next stop. To my surprise Bree altered the clock in the car, changed her watch and asked to change mine.

A few hours later we stopped at a popular truck-stop for lunch. “I haven’t been to a truck-stop before, Tim, do they have good meals?”

“Truck drivers wouldn’t stop here if they didn’t, just look at the number of trucks in the truck park.”

Bree laughed, “I see your point. Let’s go.” Her first stop was the toilets, as was mine. When we were together again, she told me, “The toilets are better than at some motels I’ve stayed at.” I nodded in agreement.

“Come on, let’s check out the menu.” As I spoke I felt her catch my hand. I said nothing as we entered the large cafeteria, hand-in-hand to select a meal to sustain us for the remainder of the journey.

We chatted while we ate. It was noisy; it seemed the truck drivers were all talking at once. Over the other voices in the area, she asked me, “How much further do we have to go, Tim?” I looked at my watch and said,

“Maybe two hours to the bus terminal then another half hour to the motel I booked,” I told her.

The conversation had started to lag as we both had expended tales and information about our school days and the years after. It was idle chatter for a next 100 kilometres or more as we drove, so I was pleased to see the Somerton Gardens shopping centre in the distance knowing the bus terminal was there for Bree to catch her Adelaide bus.

“There’s the shopping centre with the bus stop,” I told Bree.

“Oh good, I can catch the afternoon bus in about 30 minutes,” she told me after looking at her wrist watch. It wasn’t long before we turned into the large car park and headed towards the line of bus stops near the front of the building. “Can you wait while I check the timetable, please? If there is enough time I would like to freshen up before I meet Gran. Is that OK, Tim?” I nodded and turned off the engine; I watched her cute rounded backside as she ran to the large timetable boards and saw her scanning one of them.

Very soon she was running back to the car, her face flushed with her exertion, she told me, “There’s no bus until Monday morning. I’ve missed the afternoon bus; it must have come at an earlier time. Tim, what am I going to do?” she asked in apparent desperation.

I shrugged my shoulders and then said, “Perhaps you’d better come with me and see if Mrs Thompson has a room for you.” I was fairly sure the motel would be fully booked, it usually is for the Collier’s Fields swap meet, but there was no other choice.

“What if there are no rooms? What do I do then?” she asked me.

“Let’s wait and see what Mrs Thompson says, she’s a very nice lady to know.” I had no other answer.

The illuminated motel sign was visible in the distance with its large red letters flashing ‘NO VACANCY’. I drove in and Bree went very quiet. “Come on, let’s see what we can do, Bree,” I offered. We went into the office area and Mrs Thompson was waiting, she had heard the car stop.

“Hello Mr Craig, I’ve been expecting you. How are you? Did you have a pleasant trip?” she asked in one breath.

I nodded to all questions and told her, “This is Bree; she was going to get a bus to Adelaide, but found there were no buses until Monday. Do you have a room for her?” I wasn’t hopeful after seeing the sign, but I asked anyway.

“Hello Bree, I’m pleased to meet you.” Mrs Thompson greeted her and shook her hand then added, “Didn’t you know the buses don’t run on weekends now?” Bree shook her head and told her she didn’t think of a change in the timetable, she had no problems previously. “Oh, my dear, then you won’t know that the bus company was sold to a larger operator who said it was not profitable to run weekend buses, so they stopped them,” Mrs Thompson explained.

“What can we do, Tim?” Bree asked, looking directly at me. I looked at Mrs Thompson who was looking at each of us as we stood at the counter.

“Are you friends? Brother and sister?” she asked.

“No, Bree is my sister’s friend and she asked if I could drive her to Somerton Gardens so she could catch the bus. That was the plan,” I explained while Bree just watched on silently as we spoke.

“Well, I do have a solution, but it may not be what you expect,” Mrs Thompson told us. I asked what it was and she told us, “You could share a room, it does have a double bed, but you could make arrangements on who sleeps on the settee, or you can use the extra pillows in the cupboard to make a barrier down the centre of the bed, if you prefer that,” she told us. I noticed Mrs Thompson was smiling at me as Bree lowered her head in thought.

Bree looked up at Mrs Thompson, but she did not say anything. It was Mrs Thompson who spoke, “What about that idea, Bree, you are not strangers. You probably went to the same school and you are Natalie’s friend.” Mrs Thompson waited for an answer that didn’t come.

“Would you be happy with that?” I asked her. She looked sideways at me before she spoke, “I suppose so. I don’t know how it will work out, but it is only for two nights, isn’t it?”

“No dear, it is for three nights, today is only Friday, so there is the weekend as well. Tim is booked until Monday morning.” After saying that, Mrs Thompson was waiting for an answer from Bree, who was again looking down at her feet.

“I suppose it will have to do, won’t it?” she said to no-one in particular.

“Come on, Bree, we’ll be all right. We aren’t really strangers, are we?” I tried to resolve the issue for Bree.

Mrs Thompson tried again, “Don’t think I will judge you. Many people come here for weekends just for sex. My husband, Ron, and I went to a motel when we told our parents we were staying with friends near the seaside. At least your reason is more genuine than mine was.” She tried to ease the situation for Bree. “I’ll tell you what we can do, Bree, you register your name and you can stay the three nights in Tim’s room for the cost of three breakfasts, how does that sound? No room charge because Tim is a regular here. Is that a deal?”

Bree agreed to the offered deal and asked how much. Mrs Thompson told her that $30 would cover the breakfasts and the extra towels for her stay. Bree paid the money and Mrs Thompson said, “You can use a false name if you like, if it makes you feel more comfortable.” Bree signed in as Brenda Jacobs and thanked Mrs Thompson for her discretion. I took the key and as we turned to leave, Mrs Thompson quipped, “This may be the best weekend of your lives.” I laughed, but Bree was still uncertain of her decision and apparently didn’t notice that comment.

We drove to the room and took our luggage inside without either of us saying a word. I think Bree was thinking about that last comment. I put my bags at the foot of the bed and Bree did the same then she went into the bathroom. She seemed to take a long while. I checked out the same old kitchen facilities and mini-bar then flopped backwards onto the bed, glad to have reached my destination.

Bree came back and I stood up as she approached expecting her to decide the sleeping arrangements, but she walked up to me with her arms raised up and put both arms around my neck and gave me a hug.

“What was that for?” I asked her.

“Because you are so nice. I didn’t know what to say in the office, but you got it sorted out. Thank you,” she said.

“What do you want to do about the bed, the sleeping arrangements, I mean?” I asked, after correcting myself.

“What do you mean, Tim?” she looked querulously at me. I stared at her for a moment and asked her,

“Where do you want to sleep, Bree? You can have first choice.” I waited for her answer. She looked around the room and asked me,

“Can’t we both sleep in this bed?” I watched her in silence before she smiled and said, “I think it might be fun, don’t you?”

“Yes, it could be, but I thought you wanted a different arrangement. Have you changed your mind?” I asked her. I was confused.

“No, but I didn’t want that lady to think I came here for sex. I wanted her to know it was about the bus. I want to sleep in the same bed as you. It’s been a dream of mine since school days. We can make up for lost time, can’t we?” It sounded like her confession and a great idea at the same time. I was thrilled by her choice.

“What?! You didn’t want to go to the-end-of-year school dance with me, but now you want to sleep with me?”

“I know. I couldn’t take up your offer for the dance because I was asked by some-one else and it would look weird if I changed to go with you. I had promised Stuart Finch I would go with him. I had to follow through on that promise.” After that comment she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “This weekend is a bonus. I couldn’t have organised it better if I wanted to,” Bree told me. “Let’s not waste the only chance we have had to be together since leaving school, Tim.”

“Are you serious? Do you know what you are asking me to do?” I wasn’t sure if she was serious enough to go through with the idea.

“Are you getting cold feet, Tim?” she asked me. “Don’t you want to do it?” She sounded disappointed.

“Of course, but can we keep it a secret from Natalie and your brother?” I asked her.

“Does it matter? We are over eighteen, so why do we need to be secret about it?” Bree sounded quite sure of her position. Quite a change from when we were in the motel office.

“So, which side do you want to sleep on, Bree?” Because I knew so little about her, it seemed strange to need to ask that question. She shrugged and pointed to the bed, “That side, near the bathroom.”

“OK, that’s your side, I’ll have this side. Are you sure you don’t want pillows down the centre?”

“Of course, not, they’ll just get in the way.” She was smiling now and I was sure that we had a good weekend coming up. I needed to remind her that the Collier’s Fields gates open at 8.00AM and I wanted to be there at that time. She promised that she would be ready in time.

We had our evening meal in the motel’s homely bistro before heading back to our room to be ready for an early start in the morning. Bree wanted to know about the swap meet and how it all worked and why I had come so far to it. I found two small bottles of chardonnay in the mini bar which we enjoyed as we talked. Soon it was time for bed.

I gave Bree a chance to change her mind, “Do you want the pillows, ‘yes’ or ‘no’?”

“Definitely not!” she said, “It’s not the first time I have done this, you know.” I had seen that broad grin on her face before, so I relaxed. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

I turned the bed down while she headed for the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing only a pair of nylon panties. “What! No night-wear?” I asked. She said she didn’t wear clothes in bed, but compromised for me, in case I was embarrassed, she explained. “It doesn’t embarrass me, Bree, quite the contrary; I’m delighted with your choice.” That was the truth.

“Nat told me you don’t wear shorts to bed either, so I am happy with your choice too, Tim,” she told me.

“Why would Natalie tell you that? What were you talking about for that to be a topic?” I queried her.

“Nothing, really. She just mentioned it when she told me she slipped into your bed and you were naked.”

“That was a long time ago. You must have a good memory for trivia,” I retorted. She just smiled at me.

I used the bathroom and prepared for bed, but to prove the point she had just made, I wasn’t wearing anything when I came back to the bed, where Bree was waiting with the covers up to her chin. “Wow!” I heard Bree say, “Now I know how big you are. I have often wondered, but now I know.”

“I hope you are not disappointed. What you see is what you get, so to speak,” I told her. I slid into bed under the covers with her.

“Look,” she told me. I turned to see what she was showing me and saw her panties in her hand. “I don’t think I need them now,” she told me. “Perhaps I was over-dressed for this occasion, Tim.” We laughed together at her crazy explanation, but I was pleased she was easy to get along with. It was a good start.

As soon as I put my head on the pillow she came close and put her arm over me and whispered, “Are you going to fuck me, Tim?” I didn’t need a reminder and soon I was lying on her soft body with my cock fully pressed into her moist, pulsing opening; her knees raised up high. As I moved gently in and out of her, she pulled my head closer to her face and kissed me fully on the lips. “I have often thought about what you would feel like inside me.”

“Now you know. Do I match your thoughts, Bree?” She smiled, nodded and looked into my eyes.

“It’s wonderful,” she said. For a first time with Bree, my sister’s friend, I felt I acquitted myself well. I did have thoughts of this being too close to family because she is my sister’s friend and there was the risk of being found out, but now I don’t care if she tells Natalie. It was a very enjoyable first experience. Just like my previous first experience with Gina some years ago. After some fondling, fingering and licking, I turned off the lamp and we settled down for sleep.

It was the early morning sun that woke me, as it shone through the windows. I shook Bree to wake her; she opened her eyes and looked at me then rolled onto her back, “Can we do it again, Tim?” I nodded,

“I think we can make time for an early morning fuck, it’s been a long time since I had one of those,” I told her.

“Me, too,” she said. Come on, let’s do it before breakfast arrives.”

There’s something magical about a morning fuck, I felt so alive. My cock was already in favour of Bree’s idea and it was clear she had no inhibitions. Bree was similarly refreshed and the fun started when she gripped my penis and starting stroking it. I squeezed one of her breasts as she lay there beside me. I tweaked her nipples, which triggered off some kissing and tongue action when she rolled onto her side against me.

“Tim, why hadn’t we done this before?” she asked me.

“You never asked me,” was my off-handed response. “You are Natalie’s friend, and you came to visit her, not me. There were no opportunities at my place,” I added.

“I suppose not, but don’t you think playing with me is better than tinkering with your car?” she offered.

I thought for a while before I answered, “I don’t think so. I can tinker with my car any time I like without fear of being caught,” I told her in jest.

“Can your car do this?” she asked as she bent down and put my rigid dick in her mouth. I responded by arching up off the bed. I watched as she started an expert blow-job on me and I watched as I erupted in her hand.

“Oh, Tim, that was a big cumshot, wasn’t it?” I nodded, but before I could say anything, “Morning ones usually are from my experience,” she added.

“Your experience? Where did you get that morning experience?” I asked her, my voice showed surprise, I was quite amazed at her admission.

“I told you. This is not the first time I spent the night with a man,” she reminded me; “It’s just the first time I spent a night with you, Tim.”

“Have we got time for a sixty-nine before breakfast arrives?” she asked me. While I thought about that question, she had already moved and straddled me, now I was looking at her wet, pink opening just above my nose, close enough for my tongue to find her moist entry. Her neat butt hole was also within reach of my tongue. I tasted my sister’s friend for the first time, which sent a message to my dick and it responded as dicks mostly do. Bree took it in her mouth and pressed her pussy closer to my face and we pleasured each other until we heard the breakfast trolley in the walkway between the motel units.

“Quick! Stop! Here comes breakfast.” Bree rolled off me and onto the bed. That was great. We’ll have to continue that this evening. What do you think, Bree?” She nodded. We heard the knock at the door and Bree had her dressing gown on in a flash before opening the door to receive the breakfast tray.

After we ate breakfast and showered, Bree asked what clothes she should wear to the swap meet.

“Whatever is comfortable,” I answered her then added, “It can get quite hot in the huge shed, it has a steel roof.” That was my explanation and Bree translated it to clothing; she was dressed in tight jeans, a thin blouse with short, puffy sleeves and her black bra showed through.

“What do you think, Tim?” she asked as she stood like a model looking at me.

“Wow. That’s great. I bet every car nut will be watching you more than the cars. You look stunning.”

I dressed in my usual blue jeans, polo shirt, and cowboy type hat. “Will I need a hat too,” Bree asked me.

“Not if you stay in the shade, but from experience I know some sellers are under small canvass shades in the open.” She said she didn’t have a hat, but she produced a rather smart looking large scarf,

“Will this do? What do you think?” She looked sexy with the scarf on her head and knotted loosely at the front. Secretly, I imagined that people would wonder where I found such a beauty, but the weekend was about cars and car parts.

As we approached the farm gate we added to the line of cars whose owners also wanted to be there early. The gates were open and we drove in, I was looking for a place to park, so we could find the car later for when I found the parts I needed. Before we left the car, I gave Bree some photos and told her what I wanted and the details about my MG-B were on the back of each photo. We walked up and down a couple of long rows of tables before Bree asked me, “Why don’t I look in one section and you do another. If I find something, I will call you on my phone?”

“Yes, we can do that if you feel comfortable walking alone with all these men? I asked her.

“Why not, I bet they’ll talk to me quicker they will talk to you.” She laughed, but it was probably true. Already men of all ages were watching as we passed.

We met at the hamburger truck for lunch and chatted about what we had seen. I think Bree was enjoying this more than seeing her Gran, but I didn’t mention that. During the afternoon, she called my phone to say she had some things of interest. When I caught up with her she did indeed have a part I had been looking for, but didn’t know how much to pay for it. I negotiated the deal for the tail-light assembly and carried it back to the car as she searched further. The weekend was working out better than I had hoped, finding car parts and plenty of sex. In previous years it was just the car parts.

At 5 o’clock an announcement was made that the trading had ceased for the day, but there will be more tomorrow. We left Collier’s Farm in high spirits as we travelled back to our motel for whatever was next. It didn’t take long to find out. I stripped off for a shower to wash off the hot dust and sweat. As I moved to slide the shower door closed, there was Bree, already to join me. I hadn’t expected that, but it set the tone for the remainder of the night.

“Didn’t you want me in here with you, Tim?” I shrugged, because I didn’t think of it. Bree took the soap from me and quite soon she was rubbing her soapy hand on my rigid cock. “Do you like that, Tim? I don’t know a man who doesn’t.” I was squeezing her tits, trying to remember if they were that big when she was at school, so I asked her.

“You have lovely tits, Bree. Were they that size when you were at school? I can’t remember ever noticing them.”

“You may not have noticed them at school, but you took many long looks at them when I was at your house with Natalie after school. Don’t you remember that, Tim?” I thought for a while,

“Perhaps I was comparing yours with Natalie’s in those days, I can’t really remember, but I love them now.” I pulled her close so her tits flattened out against my chest and watched as the water welled up between them as I squeezed her tightly. I enjoyed that view, enough for me to come in the shower under her hand control.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Bree was holding a towel for me. I reached out to take it and she said, “No. I want to dry you all over and you can dry me. Okay?” I said it was OK and let her press the towel against my body. It was a new experience, no-one had dried me with a towel before; I watched her face as she moved down to my legs. “Sit on the toilet lid; I can’t reach your feet while you are standing.” I did as she instructed and I felt my cock harden as she rubbed the towel against my inner thigh. “Not yet, Big Boy,” I heard her say and saw she was talking to my cock. She made me laugh.

“Now you want me to dry you, don’t you?” She nodded her head and smiled broadly. “Come on then,” I said as I pulled a dry towel off the rail and approached her boobs with it. She was watching my face as I rubbed her tits, her cleavage and moved down to the light furry covering on her pussy.

“You can spend as much time as you want drying that part, I love the feel of a towel rubbing on my clit.” I continued for what I thought was a suitably long time and asked her to turn around so I could dry her buttocks and gorgeous arse crack. She said OK then added, “You could have stayed longer at the front, you know. Much longer.”

“We can do that later, on the bed,” I suggested.

We dressed and headed to the bistro for a meal and sat apart from the others booked in at the motel. It had been a long day of walking around, but I was pleased with the result. I felt quite relaxed as we ate and chatted about the day’s happenings and some of her boyfriends. I was left with the idea that she had many ‘friends’, and some had the experience I am now enjoying with this lovely girl. Until today, Bree was just my sister’s friend and a former classmate, but now … I was looking forward to another night in bed with her.

Bree said it was an unexpected opportunity not to be wasted, so I resolved to do all the things I had thought about with girls and never had the opprtunity previously. We left the bistro hand-in-hand after a pleasant meal, carrying a large bottle of champagne to take back to our room. I was not sure if sex and champagne was a good match, but it was her choice. I was prepared to find out.

She snuggled her naked body up close to me and kissed me. I think the first two glasses of bubbly was having an effect on her and I loved it. She showed me something I had not known before. She took a mouthful of drink and then put my cock in her mouth and moved her tongue around. The sensation on my cock was electric! My cock was hard and I thought I was going to cum in her mouth, but she swallowed the drink before that happened. She took my cock from her mouth and said, “Look at it now, Tim, it’s harder than it was before.” She was right. It felt quite heavy, as she was holding it. Quite soon she squatted over my belly, facing my feet, and lowered herself slowly onto my over-hardened penis. It slipped straight into her waiting, wet cunt. I could see her rounded arse cheeks as she raised and lowered her body on my pole. I didn’t need to move, she had the situation well under control. I felt her hand squeeze my balls as she moved and I really came to life.

How did she know all this stuff? Did she share these skills with Natalie? If she did, would I be able to get Natalie to do it with me? That was too much to ask. It is always busy at our house, so probably not.

She took me all the way and I felt her press down just as I shot a load of my juice into her then another and another. “Jeez, Bree, you made me cum like I was going to explode. I haven’t shot that much since I was a kid.”

“I liked you being a kid again, Tim,” She rolled sideways onto the bed beside me and crawled up so her face was level with my face. “I am glad you liked me doing that. I learnt that from girls’ magazines. I have tried it with other boys too,” she told me.

“And did they like it as much as I did?” I asked her, hoping for a genuine answer, but as the story goes, you don’t talk about another man with the current man.

“I can tell you there have not been any complaints. Some have even asked for a repeat, I can tell you that.”

I hugged her tightly and whispered, “I am seeing a new Bree. Not the schoolgirl, or even my sister’s friend, but another side of you I didn’t know existed. I could get to like you a lot more now.”

“I hope so, Tim. We have two more nights here, but I would like to continue doing this when I get back home whenever we can.”

Sunday was much the same as Saturday; uninhibited sex activity before and after breakfast. Driving to the swap meet and finding some interesting car parts during the day and driving home as the hot sun was sinking in the west was much the same, but I was filled with anticipation. There was the shower to wash the dust and sweat from our bodies, a blowjob in the shower before we got dressed to go to the bistro.

During our meal we chatted about school days and talked about those we knew who were still in contact on social media. Bree had more details of the girls she knew and spoke freely of what they were doing now, about work, sexual partners and all that girlie stuff a man can’t find out unless he talks to some-one who is in the know.

We arrived back at the motel room and I was already prepared for sleep, but Bree had other ideas, “Come on Tim, it’s our last night together and I don’t want to waste it watching you sleep.” I let my shoulders drop to indicate weariness, but she didn’t accept that, “Come on Tim, you’re not tired yet, we can’t waste our last night. Get here,” she ordered me, as she pointed to the bed, “I want that sixty-nine we talked about earlier.” She was already lying on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide for me to see the pink, moist entry beneath that crop of neatly-trimmed hair. She was ready for action, but I wasn’t so enthusiastic, but seeing her lying like that, my cock had other ideas, so there it was, more sex.

We had the sixty-nine, but I can’t help thinking I dozed off a couple times while laying face down on her. More than once I heard her voice bring me back to reality, “Come on Tim, don’t stop now, I’m nearly there. My poor cock had not had so much action; I think I ran dry before we finished our naughty exploits that night.

It was the knock on the door that introduced me to Monday morning and as usual, it was Bree who opened the door to take the breakfast tray from the service person. “Come on Tim, breakfast has arrived.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Bree had set the meals on the small table and I heard the hot water bubbling to make the coffee. I sat up on the bed and walked to the toilet, I needed a pee, and as I arrived there I heard Bree’s voice, “After breakfast we are going to have our last fuck before we leave here. One for the road, I guess you might say, because my bus leaves for Adelaide at 10.30AM and we have to be out of here by 10.00AM.”

What did she mean by ‘our last fuck’? Was this the end? I washed my face and looked at the strange face in the mirror before returning to the main room, “What did you mean by ‘our last fuck’? Is this the end of our relationship?” I must have sounded stupid because that was the look I was getting from Bree.

“What! Of course not, but it will have to be the last today, or I’ll miss my bus,” she assured me.

I sat down and ate breakfast, but I didn’t feel awake until I drank my coffee.

While I finished breakfast I heard Bree in the bathroom, so I guess she was getting dressed and prepared for the drive to the bus terminal. But no! She came out naked and took my hand and dragged me to my feet, “Come on Tim, the last one before we leave here. Remember?” I allowed her to lead me to the bed.

She meant what she said, I felt her pull my shoulders back so I was lying on the bed and her mouth and hand were working furiously on my cock. “Come on Tim, get with it. We don’t have much time left, so don’t waste it doing nothing.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this the same girl who was coy and shy when she was told she would have to share a room with me three days ago? When did she become this … this … sex maniac?

After a lot of handiwork on her part my cock was ready. I think the coffee helped there, so we had the last one for the road and I went to the bathroom to prepare to leave so Bree could catch the Adelaide bus and me to face the boring road back to Melbourne.

When we reached the office Mrs Thompson was waiting, with a huge smile of her face. “Did you both have a good weekend?” We both nodded and Bree told her she did enjoy it and thanked Mrs Thompson for her discretion. Mrs Thompson quipped with a huge smile on her face, “So you didn’t need the pillows then?”

Bree looked at her rather shyly then said, “No, we managed without them, thank you.”

We paid the bill, said goodbye to Mrs Thompson who said to me, “See you in two years, Mr Craig.”

I turned and smiled at her, “Yes, maybe. Perhaps sooner,” I added and turned to leave.

On the drive to the Somerton Gardens shopping centre, Bree told me more than once how much she enjoyed our weekend together and wondered when we could do it again.

“What will you tell your Gran about why you were late getting to her place,” I asked Bree.

Bree looked at me and said, “She didn’t know I was going to see her, so there is no explanation needed.” I watched as her smile widened and she looked at me to see my smile broaden as her answer resolved in my mind. As we drove she had her hand on my thigh, as if to say we were a couple.

As we unloaded her luggage I felt a sense of loss, of losing something I had wanted for so long, but didn’t know how to ask and now I was losing it again. “Thank you, Tim, for the whole weekend and all the other nice stuff too. I fully enjoyed being with you.” She put her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss. “We can’t let this be the end, can we, Tim? I want it to go on forever. Can we continue when I get back home?” I said ‘yes’ and carried her luggage to the bus terminal and watched as she purchased her ticket.

The bus arrived; I waited with Bree until she boarded the bus. As she stepped aboard she turned again and hugged and kissed me then told me, “I have enjoyed being with you more than I can tell you in words, so be there for me when I return, please.” I watched the bus windows as she found a seat and looked down at me as the bus moved off. She blew me a kiss and I waved back.

On my lonely drive back to Melbourne I couldn’t help but wonder if Bree planned this weekend, or was it really the happy coincidence that I thought it was? I have seven hours still to drive to reach a conclusion and home. Perhaps Natalie had a hand in the deception, if that is what it was. I may never know, but I don’t care. I can remember it as the best swap-meet I have ever been to.