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by Mike & Jan

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Jan, my writing partner, my lover, my understanding wife of twenty-seven years, I offer you your Ricardo.

"Good morning sweety," Mike had been up drinking coffee and writing on the computer for his usual two or so hours already. As Jan groggily made her way to the motor home's small bathroom, Mike continued, "are you ready for coffee?"

"Yea, please," was all that Jan could manage. Mike was a morning person and Jan tried to be. After so many years of marriage that was about all she could manage. Mike saved his work on file and fixed Jan her coffee. He knew exactly how she liked it. Heck, they both knew, pretty much, what each other liked in everything. They often kidded each other about being able to read the other's mind.

They had met when Mike was in the service. Mike had been in an elite outfit and at 6'2", 200 pounds, thick blond hair with blue eyes, Jan had fallen in love at first sight. Jan was only nineteen then. She was 5'7", not more than 110 pounds, naturally curly auburn hair, and green eyes. She also had the most perfect pair of tits that Mike had ever seen. They had lusted after each other from the start, and now after all of these years..., still do. But why not? Mike, although a few pounds larger and hair, still thick, turning from blond to white, was still as virile and fun as when they dated. Jan was still the beautiful female that Mike loved, and her breasts..., well, they held up very well indeed for mid forties.

Mike had returned to the computer table and as Jan came out of the bathroom, she wrapped her robe around herself and walked over to Mike. "Good morning to you," Jan put her arms around Mike's neck and hugged him as she spoke. Mike reached up, pulling her robe slightly apart, he kissed her large breasts softly. He then sucked her nipples into his mouth one at a time, taking care to show each equal attention. He then backed his head away from her chest.

"Here's your coffee." Mike reached over to the counter and got Jan's full cup as he spoke, then handing it to her, "How'd you sleep?"

"Really great." Jan smiled as she took her first sip. "I didn't think you were going to write this morning?"

"Got to pay for the trip, besides, I couldn't sleep." Mike reached to the computer and started the ritual of saving, and turning it off.

Mike and Jan are semi-retired and make most of their income writing realistic fiction books. Mike writes and Jan edits and advises. They had currently been working on a story of two Native American youngsters who got lost in hills of western Oklahoma and were trying to find their way home. And..., being one of Mike and Jan's favorite spots in the world, the Wichata Mountains had been picked as the spot they would go to write, enjoy a nice vacation, and write it off as expenses.

"What do you want to do today?" Jan looked into Mike's eyes as she spoke, "I hope you're not planning on writing all day, I'd really like to go do something."

"I've only got a couple more chapters 'till I'm done," Mike hesitated as he saw Jan's disappointed look, "but it won't take too long, and this afternoon we'll do whatever you want." Jan was disappointed. She understood, but was disappointed. Without saying a word she stepped out into the screen-room and stood by the door looking out at the beauty of Medicine Park. Mike watched her leaving , viewing her wonderful ass and legs, then turned back to the computer and started the procedure of turning it back on.

"Morning." Jan swung her head quickly to her right as she heard his voice only feet away. "Sorry, if I startled you," the man continued to talk while he was putting the awning of his small camping trailer up. "I just got here..., hope I didn't pick a spot too close...," he turned and motioned with his arm, "but these two sites are so perfect by the lake."

"Yea, I know what you mean," Jan smiled broadly as she spoke, "that's exactly why we picked this site. I'm Jan..."

"Oh, yea..., my name's Joseph..., glad to meet you Jan. It is ok that I camped so close isn't it?" Jan looked closer at Joseph. He was a little shorter than Mike, slender but in obviously good condition even for his age, about early to mid thirties, shoulder length straight black hair, and penetrating dark brown eyes. His complexion was dark and flawless and his facial features were strong. "Oh sure..., it's quite all right. we're glad to have you as a neighbor." Jan noticed the inquisitive look on Joseph's face. "My husband, Mike, is inside at work, he's writing. He'll be out later and I know he'll want to meet you as well..., I'd better let you get finished setting up..., do you need any help?"

"No..., no, but thanks." Joseph returned to his task of setting up camp. Jan sipped her coffee and admired their new neighbor as he worked.

"So your husband writes?" Joseph had finished his camp-site and had just come out of his camper and sat down in the chair under the awning. "Yes, mostly we work as a team, he's the creative one and does the writing, I occasionally offer story ideas but usually just edit Mike's work. What do you do?..., If I'm not too nosy."

"No, not at all, I'm an archeologist, I'm working on my doctor's at Pepperdine doing research on Early American artifacts."

"Really?" Jan stood and walked to the side of the screen-room closest to Joseph. "Sounds so interesting, we collect Native American art. Mike is part Choctaw, and I think I'm part Cherokee..." Jan stopped rather abruptly realizing how this could sound so patronizing.

Her embarrassment was relieved when Joseph spoke. "I'm half Apache. My mother was Apache. She got pregnant, had me, then left with my father that I've never met, and I was raised by my Grandparents." Joseph grinned for the first time as he continued. "True story. But I need to add that my Grandfather is George Buffalo, so it's not really so sad a story..., and I believe that you and your husband are really part Native."

"George Buffalo! Wow! We've got two of his painting in our living room. Neat!"

"Which ones," Joseph sounded genuinely curious, but could have been testing Jan's honesty. "Before The Horse, which is Mike's favorite, and White Mountain, which is mine." Jan said without hesitation.

"Really. White Mountain has always been mine as well."

Jan and Joseph both sat quietly for several minutes sipping their coffee and just looking unashamedly at each other. Jan noticed the lack of hair on Joseph. He was sitting with just a pair of cut-off jeans and there was no hair on his legs, stomach, chest, or face. The glossy black hair of his head hung neatly down to just below his shoulders all the way around and he didn't really even have sideburns. Joseph noticed that Jan might be slightly older than himself as he looked closer. His attention had been centered on her friendly smile and extra nice breasts that showed occasionally as she moved just right and her robe would open slightly at the top. But now her noticed a maturity in Jan as they contemplated each other. Still no wrinkles, or physical clues..., just a nice maturity. He liked that. He liked very much what he saw!

"So, what brings you here?" Jan broke their silence. "I'm tracing the expansion of the original Native Americans..., I started in Alaska, and am now heading east. Later I'll return to Arizona, my home, and go south. There is supposed to be a museum near here..., do you know where it is?"

"Oh sure, it's..., well..., Mike could probably tell you how to get there..., all these roads turn so much. I could find it but I don't know how to explain to you."

"Well, perhaps when..., Mike, gets finished he could tell me." Jan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Or, while he's working, I could take you. It's not far, and we could go in our toad. These narrow roads would be difficult for your truck anyway."

"I would be grateful. But I will need to spend a lot of time there."

"Oh, that's quite alright. Mike never likes to stay in museums long enough for me anyway. I've been there before and would love the opportunity to linger, and maybe learn something from an expert. Give me about ten minutes to get dressed." Jan waved as she went back into the motor home and closed the door.

"Who were you talking to?" Mike turned from the computer and looked at Jan as he spoke. "Oh, a new guy just made camp beside us."

"Too bad..., you'd said how wonderful it was to have this whole area for ourselves. I suppose we won't be late-night skinny dipping anymore."

"Well, it's really not all that bad." Jan gave Mike her special ornery-and-up-to-something grin.

"He's sort of cute!"

"Oh, so privacy unless they're cute was the deal huh?"

"Well, yea, I guess. He's an archeologist and, if you don't mind I'm going to take him to the museum. Why don't you come with us?" Jan added the last part as an obvious afterthought.


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