Leaving Cowtown

The day of the funeral I was much better than I thought I would be. Knowing for several months what the inevitable outcome would be made it easier to accept. I hardly shed a tear. I had cried for the last year and there was hardly a tear left. Only emptiness. There was an enormous turnout. Dana was loved by everyone that knew her. Firefighters, college friends, tradesmen, bankers,...so many people loved her. As I was walking back to the family car I heard my name. I turned and it was Brooke, Dana's old friend and roommate.

I hadn't seen Brooke in probably eight or ten years. She had gotten married and moved to San Francisco. We greeted with a warm hug. She had just gotten back into town and had tried to get hold of us but things were just too hectic. Some friends told her about what we had been going through. She offered her condolences with tears in her eyes. She said she knew I had to leave, but asked if she could call me. I said, "Certainly." Another hug and a kiss on the cheek and I left.

It was difficult to accomplish anything. Without Dana I felt ungrounded. I was always on edge like there was something I was supposed to do but couldn't remember what it was. Luckily all of our businesses were going well. We had done well in bringing hard-working and honest people on board. I visited once in a while with David and his family, but we always seemed to make each other sadder. David was a rock, but I could tell that inside he was missing her almost as much as I did.

About two weeks after the funeral, I got a call from Brooke. She asked how I was holding up. I told her it was a day at a time but I would be OK. She asked if we could meet for lunch sometime and catch up on old gossip. I said it sounded fine and we made a date for the next day.

Brooke hadn't changed much...a few new wrinkles, a few extra pounds but still Brooke. She said she had recently gotten a divorce and had decided to come back home. She didn't care much for California. She was afraid of earthquakes in San Francisco and her husband had screwed her pretty badly in the divorce settlement so she couldn't afford to live out there in the manner to which she had become accustomed. But in Ft. Worth she would be quite comfortable.

We didn't talk much about Dana's illness, or of recent history. Mostly, we just about the good old days. Before you knew it, our lunch date had stretched to two hours. We both had things to do but said we would get together again soon.

It wasn't too soon. In fact, it was six months before I heard from Brooke again. We both apologized for not keeping in touch. I was just trying to stay busy and she had tried to rekindle an old flame but it finally just went out.

For the first time, I tried to decide if I should actually have a date or any connection with another woman. I talked to David one afternoon and asked him what he thought. He said,

"You and Dana were as faithful as you could possibly be to one another. I don't think anyone would think badly of you for going on a date six months after losing your wife. You need to keep yourself upbeat." Then he said something that cracked me up. "And if you are thinking of going out with Brooke, be prepared for a wild ride." He said he had dated her for a very short time. Between her craziness and her nymphomania, about six weeks was all he could do. I just laughed and told him I would keep that in mind.

To say that I hadn't thought about sex would be a lie. My problem was focus and desire. I desired the relief of a good orgasm, but I didn't have the desire to do the things necessary to be with a woman. Courtship, romancing, that sort of thing was out of my world right now. I absolutely couldn't buy a hooker. That was not my thing. Masturbation was my only release. It was okay, there when I really needed it, but I missed the feeling of a woman next to me. I missed the contentment of a caress. I decided I would call Brooke, set something up, and see where it went. I felt that she was pretty interested just by our conversation.

Brooke wasn't bad looking by any stretch. She dressed well, and was in pretty good shape. I think she may have had a nip and tuck here and there but it's all good. I think I mentioned earlier that she may have put on a pound or two in the last decade. Not much, mind you, and it may just be she had her tits jacked up. They seem to have held their shape real well in fact they may have gotten better. You could tell that she had always been in the money.

I called Brooke and asked her if she would like to go to dinner. She said she would really enjoy that, so we set a date and I asked if there was anything in particular she would like to do. She said no, she would just like to visit. She said she had enjoyed our lunch and she would love to sit with a couple of glasses of wine and talk about all the things we'd done. That sounded very good to me. I knew of a steak place where each booth was like its own little cubbyhole. The noise was at a minimum and not a lot of traffic. I told her I would pick her up at seven pm.

Brooke and I had a great dinner. I had a rib eye and some scallops, Brooke went with salmon with crab stuffing. After dinner, we went to a sitting area by a fireplace and had some wine and great, though somewhat unusual conversation. Brooke told me about her marriage and divorce. Her husband was and oil guy from Houston whom had she had met, had a pretty wild fling with, and married in a matter of a couple of months. He made a good amount of money when the oil bust happened (yeah, some people did), and they moved to San Francisco. I guess the guy liked the, shall we say, unfettered lifestyle out there. They did their fair share of designer drugs. They attended the occasional unconventional sex party, and just kind of ran amok. The parties consisted of swapping, swinging, watching or whatever else floated your boat. She said it was fun and exciting but the new wore off pretty quickly.

Brooke explained that she thought it was just something they would sample and then move on. Her husband was a bit more into that stuff than she was and he started attending with some stand in wives that he was paying. When she found out about his dalliances she filed for divorce. She found out that he had their money scattered all over. She got a nice little sum, but not near what she thought she had coming.

As Brooke was describing her California adventure I was having problems keeping my mind in a proper place. I kept remembering how long it had been since I had any pussy. Over eighteen months. That's a long time. When Brooke started filling me in on how long it had been for her, the wine and looking at her tits finally took control. I just came out and asked her if she would like to go back to my place for a good fuck. I don't think those were the exact words I used, but she was all over the idea.

We got into my car and started kissing. Before I knew it I had one of those California store bought titties in my mouth. Brooke had hold of my cock through my pants and she was shaking it for all she was worth. I finally broke loose, got the car started and away we went. She got my cock out of my pants and had a grip on me. Luckily I didn't live far. When I pulled into the garage she buried her face in my lap and started sucking my cock deep into her mouth. Her deep throating skills were amazing. And it felt good. But I didn't want to cum like this...not fully clothed in my car in the garage. With much effort, I got her off of my cock and out of the car.

We went through my house, shucking clothes right and left. We hit my bedroom as the last of our attire was discarded. We literally fell onto my bed and Brooke again inhaled my dick. There was nothing pretty about what was going on. If someone had seen us from a distance they would swear that we were two people bent on killing each other. I somehow ended up on my back and Brooke crawled up me like a bear goes up a tree. When she was in position, I watched her reach down and spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was so wet, I saw a drop of pussy juice drip onto my stomach. She sat upright and while still holding her lips open she grabbed my rock hard cock with her other hand.. Then she raised her eyes to mine.

With a half smile on her face, she lowered herself onto me. She didn't slam herself down, but she didn't waste much time. I felt her cervix come down against my cockhead. She sat with me buried deep in her cunt for a few seconds then she began milking me. It was like her pussy was trying to pull me in deeper. It felt incredible but it got better. She began rocking, slowly at first. Not raising up, not pulling off of me. She was grinding her clit into my pelvis. I knew if she didn't cum pretty quickly I was going to shoot her across the room like a champagne cork.

I was mesmerized by her boobs. For a woman over 40 years old, they were phenomenal and perfect. Big, round, firm, upright and her nipples looked like brown pencil erasers. She brought them together until they were touching. I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to squeeze. She closed her eyes and said "more." I squeezed harder...louder she said "More." I squeezed harder and she started moaning. She started to cum. She bucked back and forth. She brought me over the top with her. I don't know much about vaginal exercises, but Brooke must do them. Her pussy had such a grip on me that it seemed hard to cum. But cum I did...what felt like quarts.

We both finally started to catch our breath and Brooke fell forward on my chest. She said, "Oh, My God! Now I can say I've really been fucked."

I laughed, still panting. I had needed that. I felt like I had been in a bar-room brawl. I've never really been in one, but I imagine that's how one would feel. My dick was a little sore, my pubic area was raw from all of the scrubbing, my back and stomach muscles hurt from pounding up into Brooke. But it felt great.

I knew Brooke had to be sore. She probably had blisters on her labia and my fingerprints may never come out of her tits. She had her knees bent for quite a while, she may not be able to walk. That seemed odd, because she certainly looked content.

Brooke rolled off of me onto the bed. "That was incredible. I think I need a steady diet of that for a while." She reached her hand over and laid it on my now flaccid penis. She massaged it gently. I hope she isn't expecting any kind of response. Not for thirty minutes to an hour anyway.

"If I had a steady diet of that I would need to hire a personal trainer," I said.

We lay like that for fifteen to twenty minutes and Brooke got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back in the bedroom she began finding her clothes and putting them on. She seemed a bit distant after what we had just been through together. But I didn't dissuade her from getting dressed. I felt satisfied and didn't feel the desire for any more sex at that moment. She said she really needed to get some rest. She said she wasn't used to that much exercise and had a busy day planned tomorrow.

I got dressed and drove her home. We had a good long kiss at her door, and as I turned to leave she said, "Thank you."

I replied, "And thank you."

On my drive home I realized how glad I was that Brooke didn't spend the night. I was grateful for the time we had spent together. I was grateful for the orgasm. It was much better than one I could achieve on my own. But once all that was done, I saw no reason to continue for that night. I didn't feel anything for Brooke.

By the time I got back to my house I had hatched a little plan. I decided I was going to hit the road like Dana and I had planned. I'll buy a small RV, maybe get me a small motorcycle or scooter and take off to parts unknown. By the time I had reached my house I was beside myself with excitement.

The next day I beat it for Dallas to talk to David and Jen. They had become my sounding board after I lost Dana. I trusted them completely and they always gave me good advice. I really had to get their permission, because I needed David to look after the business and properties. Like I said earlier, he was such a proficient manager I think he could be president without a cabinet. Jen had more questions than David. I think she wanted to get hold of something she could manage. I didn't have a problem with that because all major decisions would come to me, and David would be there help guide Jen. I made her COO of my company, kissed them both and went home.

On the way I got a call from Brooke. She called to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night. I thought to myself, I was going to call you and thank you for leaving so abruptly. She said she felt self-conscious about our wild animal rutting all over the bedroom with so many pictures and mementos of Dana scattered around the room. I told her I understood and asked her what she was doing this evening. She said,

"Come and get me."

I said "I'm on my way." I wanted to tell her about my plan.

I picked Brooke up and we went to a sports bar that I frequented. It was a neat place, great bar food, very cold beer, and not terribly loud. We went in, found a booth, and had no sooner sat down than Bob Boatright, the guy who had replaced me as station Captain at my old station, hollered from the bar. He and his wife came over and joined us. I introduced all around and he caught me up on all of the department gossip I had missed out on over the last few months.

After that was out of the way, I started into the details of the excursion I had planned. Bob was really excited for me. He was privy to the plans that Dana and I had kicked around. He started telling me all of the places I needed to have on my "do not miss" list. I soon noticed that Brooke was unusually quiet. She made a few comments about west coast sites I should see but that was about it. We had a nice visit for a couple of hours, but around nine o'clock Bob said they had to run. They had kids at the grandparents' home and he and the missus both had to work tomorrow.

After they left Brooke asked if I could take her home. She had to work the next day, too. So away we went. On the way, Brooke sat over closer to me and told me how much she enjoyed the night before. I told her I did too. She asked if I would like to come in for a more civilized evening. She said she had a couple of cold Coronas in the fridge.

The beer was very cold. Brooke and I talked about nothing in particular and it was a pleasant visit. After a while she asked if I'd like to go in and get a nice back rub. I was relaxed and I was afraid if I relaxed much more I wouldn't go home. Sure enough, the back rub quickly turned into a front rub with a lot of tongues and kissing and licking most all body parts. I have to give Brooke credit, aside from her grade A tits, she had one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen.

Now I know you can have those worked on just like everything else, but hers not only looked adorable, it tasted adorable also, and I don't think surgery works on that.

Tonight's love making was the exact opposite of last night. Instead of feeling like a rugby match, this was gentle and tender and slow. As soon as we entered Brooke's bedroom she began to undress me. She took each piece of clothing and laid it on a chair. Then she sat me down on the side of her bed and did an exquisite strip tease. She put on some soft music and slowly removed her clothes. There were no bumps and grinds, no humping a pole, just seductively removing her clothes. And I was seduced. When she was through, my cock was standing straight up and felt as big as my arm.

Brooke came over to me, straddled my legs and eased me back onto the bed. She slipped down onto her knees in front of me and began blowing cool breezes on my balls and cock. She moved slowly closer until her lips were against my crimson head. Then she leaned forward and began taking me into her mouth. Raising her head, then lowering it further. Soon she was deep-throating me. Her eyes were fixed on mine like she was in a trance. After what seemed like an hour, but I'm sure was less than five minutes, I pulled her up onto the bed. I lay on my back and turned her so she could again devour my cock but I pull her beautiful pussy down to my lips. I was in heaven. Her clit button was protruding from between her lips and I began to lick and suck. Every third or fourth stroke on my cock Brooke would have to remove me and make a deep moan. She tasted like a fruit, like mango or something sweet and exotic.

It wasn't long before she could tell that I was reaching the end of my tolerance. I was in the place where it feels so good you want it to go on forever and at the same time you would give everything you own to come. And Brooke was close. Her pussy was so wet I could feel her wetness running down my cheeks. Brooke released my cock and turned around and lowered herself onto my rigid dick. She began to massage, grip and milk me in ways I didn't know was possible. But it was slow and gentle. Then I heard her say,

"What are you going to do out on the road with no one to take care of you like this?"

I said, "Maybe I'll have to pass through here every so often to recharge my batteries."

She said "I would be more than happy to come along and take care of you, be your fuck toy. Wouldn't that be easier?"

"Certainly would!" I could feel the cum boiling up inside of me at exactly that moment, and wasn't minding the conversation.

Brooke said, "I want it, Let me feel it."

And I did. We had another earth-shattering simultaneous orgasm. Brooke fell forward onto my chest. The next thing I remember was Brooke kissing me on the cheek and saying she was going to be late for work and that she would call. I looked at the clock on the night stand and it was after eight the next morning. Christ, I thought, am I that out of shape that one good fuck knocks me out like that?

I found my clothes and got dressed, hopped into my truck and headed home. For sleeping that soundly, I was certainly bright-eyed and keen this morning. Of course, I had exciting plans. I was going RV shopping. I didn't want to jump off and buy the first thing I saw, so I had a lot of work to do. If I was going to live in this thing for a year or more, I wanted it to be something I really liked.

I took a quick shower and got dressed. I was going to look at everything to determine what features I wanted, then see what best fit my list. I might have to make a run to Houston if I couldn't find what I want in DFW.

Just as I was pulling into my first RV dealership I got a call from Brooke. She was wanting to know when I had planned on us starting our trip. She said she had some affairs she needed to straighten out, she needed to start working on a wardrobe. She had been renting a condo since coming back from California and she would need to give notice, and of course she would have to give notice at her work.

In my mind, I said "What the fuck?" Aloud, I said, "Wait. I'm at the RV dealership and a salesman is heading my way. I'll call you soon." I sat there in shock. What the hell did I say that made her think she was coming with me? Coming...then I remembered. Fuck, she can't hold me to that. I'm going to carry on just like I was. I'll make this work somehow. I looked at several RV's at several RV stores. The one thing that kept going through my mind was that, to buy an RV that would suit me was about a fourth the cost of one that suits Brooke.

As I headed home I got a text message from Brooke, a long text message. "You know Dan, I was talking to a couple of my girlfriends about our trip. Are you really set on an RV? You, could buy a very plush SUV for a fraction of the cost of an RV and we could travel from stop to stop in comfort and stay in hotels. Gas expenses would be much less and we wouldn't have to pay to park."