I Love the Mountains

I love the mountains. After a morning filled with meetings, and meetings about meetings, I left the office to do something I truly enjoyed. When I got onto the freeway heading out of town, my head stopped hurting as I breathed in the clean, clear mountain air. Before leaving I had changed from my stuffy uncomfortable though fashionable suit and tie, into a couple of layered T-shirts under a flannel shirt and jeans. I had on my favorite Asics trainers now, but soon I'd have my feet stuffed into a pair of tight and sticky climbing shoes. Most people don't consider my car, an 08 Mustang GT to be a great outdoor person's car, but I really didn't listen to most people. I had been obsessed with Mustangs since I was too young to drive, and I had owned one ever since I was able to save up enough cash for my first used one. Besides I had nearly 180 miles to drive, most of which was freeway so I could make the trip far faster in my little pony than in any Jeep, Hummer, or other off road vehicle. The V8's potent growl calmed my nerves as I shook off all of my stress from being stuck in the city for 3 days straight. Most of the time I tele-commuted from my home that was less than a mile from the mountains, but there were times when I couldn't avoid going in to the office.

My wife Belinda and I were avid climbers, so naturally we settled in Utah. American Fork Canyon is a climber's dream and only a little bit more than a half hour drive outside of the suburbs of Salt Lake City where we live. I'm Ted Sanderford, I'm a computer programmer. I write control algorithms, and do interface mapping for CNC and robotic control systems. It's a great job and I love it, but not as much as I love the mountains. I'm 5'10 with the usual brown hair and blue eyes that are the statistical norm in the US. I guess I'm the typical everyman type guy. Not too big, not too small. Belinda my wife is a little shorter at 5'6" and is built for climbing with her thin athletic form. She has sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She's the girl next door that we all want to grow up and marry, and I did that literally. Sandy grew up right next door to me. We were friends first and then best friends, then we dated and finally got married right after high school. She's 2 years younger than I am at 42, but is still the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She may not have a huge rack and her legs and arms are kind of muscled up from all of the climbing, but in my eyes she's perfect.

The plan today was supposed to be for me to drive home from Danton, which is just under 200 miles from Salt Lake City. I'd stop off at home, change clothes and vehicles and meet Belinda and our son Greg for a climb together. We wouldn't be able to spend much time together as a family soon, because Greg was getting married in a couple of months. Neither his fiancé, who'd we met a couple of times or her mom, climbed at all. Belinda and Greg would probably start out climbing one of the smaller trails as a warm-up before I joined them. We'd camp there for the night maybe hike a few trails in the morning and then head home for a barbecue that we were having Sunday, so our family and friends could meet Emily and her mother Veronica. My version of the plan was far better; I'd changed clothes at work, and intended to head straight to the rock face to join them for both climbs. It would be a nice surprise for them. We just didn't spend very much time together since Greg had gotten older.

Though Belinda and I were looking forward to a time when we'd be alone, we loved our son very much. He looked almost exactly like I did at his age. Everyone we knew always commented on it. "Well at least you know Belinda didn't cheat on you," they always said. Another one was "At least you'll never have to worry about spending money on a DNA test." He also talked like me, walked like me and liked most of the same things I did. Belinda was unable to have any more children after Greg was born, but it didn't matter because we'd gotten it perfect on our first try. We still kept practicing, but we knew that there were no more children in our future. Belinda had gotten to be pretty randy of late and I could hardly keep up with her, but I wasn't complaining. Lost in my thoughts about the family I love, the Mustang just chewed up the miles until I was in the park.

There were several climbing routes to choose from in the canyon. The one we'd chosen to do together today was called Division Wall. Knowing Belinda as I did, I was sure she'd choose Pimple Tower for their warm-up climb. It was barely above a beginner's level route but it would give her the chance to talk to Greg and find out about Emily, who we knew next to nothing about. There was a small plateau about halfway up the face that she liked to stop and have a snack on. With Belinda being a creature of habit I was pretty sure I might be able to climb up and catch them while they had their snack.

Meanwhile 20 miles away Emily Munoz was talking to her mother as they headed to the mall to buy new outfits for the barbecue that was 2 days away. She really wanted to make a good impression on her future in-laws and have her mother do the same. She also hoped that her mother would meet someone at the barbecue, because with her getting married soon her mom would be left all alone.

"I don't need to get dressed up Emily," said Veronica Munoz to her daughter, "This party is for you. You're the one who needs to make an impression."

"Mom Greg already loves me, and I've met his parents once or twice, they're nice. But they really don't matter, he wants me to marry him, not them. I was hoping that maybe among all of the nice men that will be there, you might meet someone."

"Why would anyone want to meet a fat old girl like me?" asked Veronica.

"Mom, Abuela told me, that when you were younger you had to beat the guys off with a stick. You're still beautiful, and you'd have no problem finding a man if you wanted to. It's been more than 10 years since Dad passed. He'd want you to find someone that you can be happy with."

At that moment, a young man sat on a boulder on a small flat patch of grass. He chewed a piece of dried meat while he stared at the sky. "This place is perfect," he said to his companion as he rolled onto the grass to lie down next to her.

"Perfect for what?" she replied still staring at the sky. In response the man rolled on top of her and began kissing her in a very practiced manner. It was just the way she liked to be kissed, though not the person she wanted to be kissed by. But she got lost in the moment and opened her mouth and began sucking his tongue. She pulled away and he started trailing little kisses down her neck. "Ooh you'd better stop that," she said although she didn't mean it and they both knew it. Her small breasts started heaving as her nipples hardened until they were showing through her thin sports bra and her t-shirt. He pulled the top up and reached under her bra, first he gently rubbed the sensitive outward areas of her nearly non-existent mammary glands. When she started to make whimpering noises he pinched her nipples, nearly hard enough to hurt. In response to the pain in her nipples her legs spread on their own. He reached down and pulled her shorts and harness down. Her shorts stuck at the bottom of her shoes so he pulled off one of her climbing shoes as well. Then he looked down at her while he pulled his own pants down freeing his penis.

The woman reached up and took his engorged member into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on it while alternately covering it with gobs of her own saliva.

"Okay, baby I'm ready for the real thing now," he gasped out breathlessly. "If you don't stop that I'm gonna cum."

"So, you could just work on me for a little while and you'll be ready to go again in no time. That's the great thing about being young," she said. She spread her legs and lay back in the grass, looking at the sky again. Her companion pounced on her and plunged his dick into her vagina to the hilt in one move and started fucking her hard and fast. After a few minutes he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and kept pumping away. She slammed her hips into his abdomen meeting his every thrust. The sensations she felt were pleasant but not really fulfilling for either of them. She pulled her legs closer together to put more pressure on his penis and increase the friction. She looked into his eyes and saw the love for her there.

"Oh baby, this has to be the best pussy ever made," he spat out through clenched teeth.

"You don't wish it was tighter?," she asked.

"Unh uh," he grunted as he sawed away at her, feeling his orgasm nearing, he slowed down and pulled out. He flipped her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He spat into his hand and rubbed it over his already wet penis, and pushed his member into her ass slowly but forcefully. Then he started slowly fucking her ass, increasing his tempo with each stroke. The woman started to finger her own clit in time to his rhythm. This gave her the stimulation that his penis hadn't and she started to get into it herself. Whereas the previous actions had been done only for her partner's satisfaction, the stimulation of her clit lit her own fires.

"Ooh yeah, fuck me," she said. Then she stripped off her t-shirt and flung it as she ground her ass into her partner harder. She spread her legs further and lowered herself until her belly was resting in the soft mountain grass, and frigged herself harder as the man behind her started to really pound her ass. All at once, nearly too soon he started spurting into her anal cavity and rolled over.

As I got out of my Mustang and made my way around to its trunk, I was happy. I'd parked right next to Belinda's Nissan Pathfinder, so I knew I'd picked the right route. I could see several groups of climbers on the face but it was large enough that they were well apart from each other and probably couldn't see each other. Suddenly a brightly colored flash caught my eye. I lifted my binoculars to my face and looked at the area around where I'd seen the flash. Someone up there might be in trouble.

There was trouble alright but not the kind I was expecting. The binoculars had been a Christmas present from my wife. They had one of those fancy digital cameras built in so you could take pictures of whatever beautiful scenery you watched in them. I quickly snapped off several pictures then put the binoculars and my climbing gear back into The Mustang's small trunk. I got back into the car and banged my hands on the steering wheel. Luckily for me the wheel was both tough and leather covered so I didn't damage myself or my car. Then I just sat there for awhile and finally drove off. I had a lot to do, and plans to make. Luckily I wasn't expected back to work for a few days. Hopefully I could be all set up before then.

Back in the clearing the man rolled over to his lover, who was still working on her own orgasm. He pulled her hands away from her vagina and replaced them with his own. First he blew small gusts of cooling air onto her nearly bald outer labia. Then he gently licked them. As she tilted her pelvis up to meet his lips he could see a thin trail of his own semen leaking from her asshole. He quickly inserted two of his fingers into her sopping wet vagina as he shifted his stream of blown air to her now supersensitive clit. This got a rise out of her. He could tell, as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. A third finger was added and he began gently moving the fingers around inside her. Below them a car pulled away kicking up gravel in its wake, but the lovers never registered its coming or going. He added his forth finger, and got heavier breathing and an "aah," sound coming from deep inside her throat.

He eased his hand out and forced all of his fingers and thumb, into a pointed shape and slowly pushed his whole hand inside. Very slowly he moved it curling the fingers as they disappeared inside. He started to fuck her with his fist as he lean over and started licking her clit with his rough tongue.

Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head and her legs splayed outwards as he kept up the licking and fisting until she couldn't control herself and she screamed. The sound rebounded off the nearby cliff faces but neither cared. By this time while she was beginning to come down from her first orgasm, he got back on top of her and started fucking her again, though his dick wasn't nearly big enough for her he leaned forwards until the rough hair around the base of his dick started rubbing her clit. That got her started again. She reached under him and started to rub his balls. "Oh Greg, I'm gonna cum again," she croaked.

"Me too, mom," he whispered. "Me too."

"I'm really going to miss this," she said. "You're almost as good as your father. But I'm glad we won't be doing this anymore because every time it happens I feel guilty about it for a long time."

"Me too, mom but, it just feels so fucking good," said Greg. "Besides it's not like anyone is ever going to find out. I'm not going to tell anyone, and I don't think you are. And the only people that would care, are the people we'd both die before hurting. Speaking of which Dad is supposed to be joining us soon so we'd better head on up to the top."

"Unh unh," said Belinda. "I'm pooped, and I mean that in more ways than one. I'm just going to rest for a minute and then head back down. When your father gets here, maybe we should just camp for the night and climb in the morning. And when it's time to go to bed you should make some kind of excuse to go for a walk or go call Emily, so I can give him some of what you just had."

"Damn mom, aren't you going to be a little sore or tired?"

"Baby you're not anywhere near as big as your father is, yet. And he's been trapped in the city for 3 days. You took the edge off nicely for me, but I'm gonna fuck the shit out of my man when he gets here. And after three days without any he's gonna be expecting it. If he isn't then I'm gonna be pissed because it means he's probably getting it from someone else while he's there," said Belinda. "It would kill me if he ever had an affair. I love him too much to ever share him with anyone."

Back in town, I was packing. I needed to get all of the essentials out of the house. I had no need to rush I had at least a few hours and at best maybe a day. I called Belinda's cell phone knowing she'd probably left it in her Pathfinder. It rang several times and then went to voice mail. I left her a message saying that I had some problems to clear up and that they should go ahead and camp, but to leave me a message telling me which campgrounds they'd be at. It was perfect, it should buy me at least the night and none of it was actually untrue. I could be angry and disgusted later, but for now I had to be smart quick and decisive. I packed up my entire computer system from my home office. Since I worked from home most of the time I'd need to get it set back up as quickly as possible. I had a lot of dedicated and proprietary software on it that I couldn't work without. Next I grabbed clothes, toiletries and my tools. While my jeep wasn't as big as Belinda's Pathfinder I was able to get the computer, clothes and a lot of tools all in the first truck load. I headed into town and found a Self Storage place and rented one of their larger units. While I unloaded I started thinking about what I was doing, but I put the thoughts out of my mind. There'd be plenty of time for thinking about how fucked up my life was later. I still had plenty to do.

As soon as I was done unloading I drove back home and packed another load, I purposefully left all of my climbing gear and everything related to it because I never wanted to think about climbing again. After loading up my second load, I drove around the area near my storage unit and found a motel that wasn't too bad. I booked a week's stay there while I looked for something more permanent. Then I parked my Jeep at the storage unit and called a cab. I got the cabbie to drive me to my house and gave him a nice tip. I sat down at my old desk and wrote a letter to Belinda, telling her not to try to find me and that I needed some time before I'd be ready to speak to her. I told her that she didn't need to worry about finances because I fully intended to take care of the house and the bills until the courts could decide on a settlement. I also told her that I hadn't retained an attorney yet but that she probably should, because when I got ready to make my move it would be quick and hopefully painless. Somehow I forgot to tell her why I was leaving her, but I'm sure she could figure that out eventually. I left the letter, the key to the house, and my wedding ring on the dining room table, where she'd be sure to find it. Then I left the house for the last time, got into my Mustang and drove back to my motel.

Belinda and Greg sat in front of their campfire waiting for Ted to show up. Belinda called him for the 10th time since they'd been there and he didn't pick up any of his lines. He didn't answer his iPhone, or the house phone or the office phone. She was beginning to worry about him. Greg spoke animatedly to Emily on his own cell phone. They talked about their upcoming wedding and the barbecue, and Emily's shopping trip with her mother. As Greg hung up his phone, he looked at his mother. He could tell she was worried about something, but he couldn't really understand what. "What's wrong mom?" he asked.

"I've called all of his numbers but I can't seem to get in touch with your father," she said. Her voice was tight and Greg could tell she was really upset.

"Jeezus mom, he probably just forgot to charge his phone. He's probably on his way up here right now. You know those iPhones are known for shitty battery life. He's probably going to laugh at you when I tell him about how worried you were."

"Greg, I haven't spoken to him since last night, it's been more than twenty four hours," she snapped.

"Mom calm down, he did call you and leave you a message about the problems he was having, give the man a break," said Greg. "Dad's never done anything wrong, or done anything to hurt you, he's not that kind of guy. You worry too much."

"Gregory, I've known your father since he was 6 years old, and I was 4. He was my first and only boyfriend. He moved out of his house when he went to college. His own mother only lived with him for 18 years so I've lived with him for longer than she did," said Belinda.

"Mom, Grandma Sanderford told me all of that, and how on your 18th birthday you showed up at his dorm room and moved in with him. Grandma Mason also told me that she wanted you to wait until you were married to start having sex, but it was all she could do to make you wait until you were 18, and she still isn't sure you made it. Everybody knew that you and Dad would get married from the time you were kids. She also told me how you started fights with every girl who even looked at him from across the room. And he feels the same way about you, so calm down mom," said Greg. As he said this he reached out and started rubbing her leg.

"Greg, stop it," snapped Belinda. "Remember what we said."

"We said that we'd stop this weekend, so we could both move on with our lives, and not hurt the people we love. We said we'd stop before we got caught because sooner or later we'd make a mistake. We said we'd stop because it was wrong to begin with," said Greg. "But Mom just one more time for the road won't hurt anything, it's still the same weekend that we said we'd stop so it's not like we lied, and it'll help you take your mind off Dad until he gets here." He continued to rub her leg and was moving his hand closer to the crotch of her shorts with every stroke.

Belinda's resolve was weakening as her son rubbed his fingers slowly up her leg. She was really worried about her husband, and Greg looked so much like him, that it really wasn't cheating. And they had said that they were going to stop. "Your father will be here any minute," she said.