Puncture Repair Reward

We were driving on an outback road, it was late in the afternoon and a searing 40 degrees Celsius outside. We had stopped to stretch our legs an hour ago and were soon forced back into our truck by the heat. It had taken us a while to get the necessary permits to travel up to the Gove Peninsular, a 650km drive up the Central Arnhem Highway. The local people did not like tourists driving through their land and make it really difficult for visitors. After a lot of forms and letters we managed to get all the necessary permits so we planned to really make the most of the limited time we have to explore the area.

Our truck was well set up for this type of adventure.

It was an ex-military 4wd truck, a true 'off road, go anywhere' truck with huge 44 inch high tyres, diff locks and at 11 feet high, it towered above all the normal 4x4s on the road. It could drive through 6 feet of water and climb over obstacles over 3 feet high. The truck might look like a big military truck outside, but inside we had made it into a luxury land yacht. The interior like a boat, we had a double bed, a stove, sink, toilet, shower and seating for two with a fold out table. We had a fridge and a freezer, coffee machine, bread maker and all the luxuries you can fit into a small space. The interior was white, with teak flooring and bench tops. We were both really proud of our truck, it had been our home for the last six months as we travelled around Australia and would be our home for the next few years.

I looked over at my wife and smiled, at 48 years old, she still had the body of a 28 year old and the confidence to match. We were both active people and the rock climbing, hiking, canoeing and swimming we had done for the past year had kept us both fit and lean. Her auburn, shoulder length hair glowed in the sun, matching her tanned skin. Trish was wearing my favourite cut-off shorts and just a little white bikini top that just covered the nipples of her magnificent 34D breasts and not much more. The shorts had a series of holes across the front, either side of the zipper and when she was sitting with her feet up on the dashboard I could see her little gold clit piercing through one of them. She seldom wore underwear, finding it much more comfortable in the heat.

She noticed my glance and opened her leg a bit wider, showing her moist pussy to me and my eyes wandered down again. Her pussy was completely bare, permanently thanks to the laser treatment to prevent any regrowth. We don't wear clothes much when we are in the Outback and she had a proper tan, with no tan lines.

"Concentrate on the road!" She said, laughing and taking her feet down off the dash.

She laid back in the leather seat, her hands running down her body, then finding the openings in the shorts, she began to gently caress her clit. She had really come out of her shell on this trip, exploring her sexuality in ways we had only fantasised about whilst we were home.

"Stop that or we will crash," tearing my eyes away from her.

She laughs, "OK, I was just bored," she replied, "just wanting to make things interesting."

"How about I pull over, maybe I can help."

"If we keep on stopping, we will never get there, slow down a bit, and keep it steady, I want to get something out the back."

"Steady as she goes Capt'n," I replied and slowed down as she got out of her seat and moved to the rear of the truck.

"Do you want something to drink?"

I glanced in the rear view mirror as my wife bends over, opening the fridge, showing her gorgeous ass to me.

"I'm fine, thanks." I replied.

I turned my attention back to the road, glancing at all the instruments and screens. The cab had navigation screens, and on board computer system to monitor all the vital components, and multiple cameras which recorded our travels. We were determined to make the most of our trip up to Nhulunbuy , a remote town in the Gove Peninsular , and since we were only able to get a permit for a week, including the travel time, we had set out early in the morning and had covered more than half the track and we were considering pushing on through the night so we could have the maximum amount of time exploring the remote beaches around the area.

All of a sudden, the warning alarm started beeping, I looked up at the screen, the tyre pressure in the left rear tyre was dropping.

"Damn," I said, "looks like we have a puncture."

"How bad?" she asked, coming back to her seat, a bottle of cold water in her hand.

"It is down about 15psi and falling quickly, I think we will have to stop and see what the problem is."

I slow down, pulling up on the side of the road. I climb out of the cab and made my way to the rear of the truck. It only takes a few seconds to see what the damage was, a hole in between tread blocks was where air is coming from.

"I understand why people hate this road, look at how sharp these rocks are," I said, pointing out the shards of rock sitting up like spikes on the road.

Trish climbs out of the truck and we began to change the massive tyres. At 85kg , changing a tyre on our truck was no easy task, especially in the heat. Forty five minutes later, we were packing up the tools. We were both pretty dirty, the red dust clinging to the sweat. It was getting late and we needed to find a place to camp for the night.

"How far to the next road-house?" I asked.

Trish scrolls forward on the computer map, "About 150km."

"I don't think we will be able to make that before dark, but let's carry on, we need to fix that tyre and I don't want to be doing it on the side of the road."

We continued on for another hour. The road got worse and we had to slow down to around 30kph carefully threading our way through the numerous washouts and keeping a lookout for more tyre killing rocks.

"Look, there are road works signs ahead," said Trish and in the distance were the familiar yellow and black signs we normally hate as it means having to stop and wait for the construction vehicles to finish what they are doing before they let us pass.

"They must have a construction camp somewhere close by, maybe we can pull in there and put a patch on the tyre," I said, relieved at finding a bit of a safe haven.

We were warned not to camp next to the road as the locals are not be too friendly out here. Call me paranoid, but I would rather be safe than sorry.

We drove on for a few kilometres and we could see a road turning off to the side. It had seen a lot of traffic so we turned in and headed down the track. Sure enough we got to a large clearing with a row of portable cabins and another row of parked up construction equipment and trucks.

"Gascoyne River Bridge Project" said the sign. The Gascoyne River was a large river that regularly closed the road for months on end during the wet season, cutting off all access. We had read that they were going to be constructing a bridge but did not know they had started already.

We pulled up at what looked like an office right next to the kitchen area and I got out of the cab. A young man, in his early twenties, tall, dark brown hair and the typical raccoon tan with the white patches on his face from the safety glasses you see from people who work out here in the sun all day.

"A Unimog, I didn't think they made civilian versions of these" he said.

"Hi, yes, bought it at an auction a few years ago, but we made a few modification to make is more civilised," I replied.

"You sure have," he said walking around the truck. "This is great, wow!"

Trish had opened the door and was getting down from the cab just as we came around the rear of the truck. Her ass was basically right in his face, her bare pussy clearly visible past the thin bit of material between the front and back of the shorts.

"Hello," he stuttered, not knowing where to look.

"Hello," she replied, jumping down and straitening the shirt she had just put on.

"Hi, nice to meet you," he replied, "I'm James, the site engineer."

"Iain, and this is my wife Trish," I replied, shaking his offered hand.

The office block and beyond that the construction accommodation area are deserted.

"Where is everyone?" asked Trish.

"Most of the men are on their work break, there are just me and the two mechanics. We are holding down the fort for this week, then everyone comes back on Sunday night and we get to go out on our break for a week."

"That must be pretty boring," said Trish with a smile.

"Yes, just catching up on paper work. What you doing way out here, we don't see many tourists."

"We are on the way to Nhulunbuy," I replied. "We had a puncture so we need a place to park up for the night, otherwise we would be pushing on until morning."

"That would be the shale just outside of Bulman that did that, sharp as razors it is. We get a least one puncture a day on our trucks as well," declared James, but his eyes can't help wandering over to my wife.

She had put on a singlet shirt instead of the bikini top, but it is pretty small, and there her gorgeous breasts and hard nipples were still quite visible through the thin material. I can see what has caught James's attention, her shorts seen to be split a bit more in front, and I can just see the glint of her clit ring through the tear. I look up at Trish, she has noticed his gaze, and she looks at me and smiles. I can see she is enjoying the attention.

Tearing his eyes away from Trish, he continues.

"Our mechanics are pretty good at fixing them and have all the gear for big truck tyres. Get the tyre down and we'll patch it for you." he offered.

"Thanks, that would be great, we have our own patches and all the gear but it's a manual process." I replied.

"No problem, we have machines to do all that, no manual handling these days" he said with a laugh, "don't want our mechanics lifting anything heavy, they might break a nail or something."

We both laugh, the safety rules for construction sites have reached all the way out here. I climb up to the roof of the truck, and using our own little crane, start to winch the damaged tyre down. In the meantime, the two mechanics have come over to look at the truck, or Trish, I'm not sure which.

"Hi, I'm Dave, and this is Grant," said the taller of the two.

Dave is around six foot four, wearing just a pair of shorts and work boots. He is a big guy with hardly an ounce of body fat. He had been working hard and his chest is slick with sweat, his hands covered in grease from whatever they were fixing. Grant is shorter, around five foot nine, but built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He is wearing overalls with the sleeves cut off showing off his massive arms. Both are tanned and hard work in the heat has these two guys covered in sweat and red dust.

"Hi, I'm Trish and the guy on top of the truck is my husband Iain," replied Trish.

It is obvious that these guys have been in the bush for some time and have not seen a woman in a while. They are visually undressing my wife, not that there is much of her outfit to undress.

"James said you have a punctured tyre," said Grant.

"Yeah, must have hit a sharp rock or something," I replied and climbed down the ladder to the tyre which is now on the ground. We turn it over and the hole is obvious.

"The tyre will need to come off the rim and we will have to put a patch on that," said Dave, looking at the damage.

"Thought so, we have our own patches but could sure use your automatic equipment to get the tyre off."

"Let us handle it; we do this at least once a day on our own trucks. They are always getting punctures."

They take the tyre, wheeling it into the workshop. Trish sits down on the work bench watching then work. I watch as she innocently opens her legs every now and again, just enough to give the two guys occasional glimpse of the treasure between. They can't keep their eyes of her, and she know it. Despite the distractions, they make short work of the repair, a job that would have taken me a few hours they've finished in 15 minutes. They roll it back out to the truck and help us secure the wheel back on top of the truck.

"We were hoping we could park up here for the night if that's OK." I asked, looking at James and Dave, not sure of who is really in charge here.

"Shouldn't be a problem, plenty of space here." replied James.

"You are welcome, you can just leave the truck there." replied Dave. "The kitchen is right there and the shower block is behind it. We have loads of water so feel free to use as much as you want. It's my turn to play cook so don't expect much."

"Thanks guys," replied Trish "maybe I can cook up something special for you guys in return for helping patch the tyre?"

"That would be great, replied James, "Cooking is not one of his strong points."

"You can say that again," declares Grant with a laugh

"I think I'll take up your offer of a shower as well," I replied.

We carry around 250 litres of water, and have our own on internal and external showers, but we keep the showers short to save water. It would be great to have a nice long shower. I know that Trish would be looking forward to a nice long shower as well.

"Me too," said Trish, "changing tyres is dirty work."

The guys look at each other.

"Give us five minutes so we can clean it up a bit," said James, looking at the other two men.

"Yeah," said Dave, "we are not used to ladies up here, we're a bit rough."

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, you have been so helpful." she said, as all three of them hurried off to the showers to make them presentable.

"They seem like a great bunch of young guys" said Trish

"Yes, a bit rough around the edge, but they are really helpful" I replied.

"How are we going to thank them?"

"I'm sure you can thing of something." I replied, smiling a Trish.

I can see the cogs turning in her head, and she looks at me with a big smile.

"I think I can find a way to really thank them properly."

"That sounds like fun, all of them?" I replied.

"Yes, all of them," she said with a grin.

Five minutes later the guys pronounce the showers clean and Trish grabs a towel and her shower bag out of the truck and heads up to the showers. We all go and sit down near the kitchen area, chatting about trucks and tyres.

Fifteen minutes later, Trish emerged from the shower block. All eyes turned as she headed back to our truck wearing only the microfibre travel towel, it just barely covered her breasts at the top and was only just long enough to cover her ass. It was basically open on one side, not big enough to wrap around her completely.

"Guess I should have taken one of the big towels," declared Trish with a big grin as she walked right past the four of us.

The three men just stared, their eyes fixated on the gorgeous woman parading almost naked in front of them. They could not tear their eyes away, their eyes follwoing all the way down to the truck in the parking lot, and their mouths dropped open as she got to the truck and climbed the stairs, the towel leaving nothing to their imagination. She disappeared into the truck and I sit with the three young men, their eyes fixated on the truck.

"Time for me to hit the showers as well." I said, breaking the silence. Taking my shower kit and a change of clothes I head off to the shower block as well.

"Sure," mumbled James, "make the most of it."

I left them in stunned silence; I could see that they could not believe what they had just witnessed.

After a nice long shower I emerged, clean, shaved and relaxed and head over to join them in the camp kitchen area. The kitchen area consisted of a fire pit on the one side with a couple of tables either side and two massive heavy wooden tables in the middle with benches either side. There is a clear area between the fire pit and the tables and a long bar counter running the length of the area with a couple of large fridges behind it. A large portable radio sat on the counter with a big stack of CDs next to it. Trish was sitting down at the table a with the three young men wearing a white mini-dress. It was one of my favourites, it was quite short with buttons down the front. It was pretty sheer, with pockets were over her nipples so whilst you thought you could see something, but in reality you could not. I could not tell whether she had any underwear on from where I was standing but I doubt she would, she seldom wore any when we were away. All three of them are staring at Trish, totally mesmerised by my gorgeous wife as she chats to them. I take my shower gear back to the truck and then join them over at the table.

"We were just talking about what to cook for dinner" James said guiltily, I could tell they had spent a lot more time imagining what was under the dress.

"Let's make up a lamb stew," siad Trish, "You have some nice lamb chops and plenty of vegetables. We have some nice bread we made on the way up." She smiled, looking at me. "Then maybe something special for dessert..."

"That's sounds great," said James, "it will make a welcome change to burnt meat and baked beans we normally survive on but we don't have anything to make dessert with"

Trish looked at him, her face beaming. "Leave that up to me, I'm sure I can come up with something."

I could see something was going on in her head, and I'm sure that whatever it is, we were all going to enjoy it.

"Time for you guys to get cleaned up" she commands, a big grin on her face, "makes sure you are nice and clean when you come for dinner or no dessert."

They almost run out to the shower block.

Trish gets busy gathering up the ingredients, and I stoke up the fire in the fire pit. In 10 minutes, three freshly showered, shaved and very clean looking young men came back to the tables around the camp kitchen area. They had all changed into what looked like their best clothes

In a short time Trish had all of us working peeling vegetables, cutting up some lamb and cleaning up around the area. She had the three young men falling over themselves to help. Soon everything was in the pot cooking over the coals. Trish heads over to the table where Grant and Dave are laying a clean table cloth over the big table.

"We don't often have guests," said Dave," but I remembered we had this from the time the big wigs from Darwin came to visit."

"This is for special guests" declared Grant, "and having you here certainly ranks as special for us."

"That is so sweet, thank you" replied Trish, giving them a dazzling smile and heads over to the cooking fire.

"The stew will take a while," said Trish, "got to cook lamb nice and slowly so it will be an hour or so before it's ready."

"That's fine" I said, "still a bit warm for stew but it will be great when it gets cooler later this evening."

"Yes," said James,"We don't mind waiting, it is not often we have such great company."

Trish looked at me, a big smile coming over her face. I could tell she was turned on by all the attention the three young men have been lavishing on her. Turning back to the fire, she bent over to stir the food, her perfect ass pointing towards us. Her short dress has ridden up, and it is barely covering her ass. The three of them are staring, not knowing what to think at the sight of her bending over the pot, but hoping she will bend over just a little bit more.

Trish notices the silence, and turns her head, seeing the young men staring at her. She stretches a bit more, the hem of the dress rising up a little bit more.

"Let's move this over to the side so it cooks a bit slower" she said, turning to us with a smile.

They all look away guilty as they realise she has caught them. Turning back to the pot she reaches over to lift the heavy cast iron pot, she leans further over, the dress lifting up even higher as she stretches forward. I could just see her sweet swollen pussy lips, she is definitely not wearing anything under the short dress! The three guys stare open mouthed as Trish struggles with the pot.