I slept for what felt like the whole day. Eventually got out of my slumber and wandered out into the wilderness to find food for binging. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but it was a mountain with only two lane roads and either a town store every random several miles or traveling to the next ski town over for more options. So wilderness it was.

I was exhausted, yet still hungry for more after the last 15 hours with Jack. I lost count of how many times he had made me come, of how many positions we tried, or how many times I sucked him dry. We maybe dozed off a few times. Maybe I had dreamt some of it. All I knew is it was wonderful and I thought I could handle more. I wanted to handle more.

I binged the munchies I picked up from the farm to share grocery store at the bottom of the mountain and started to drive back. My thoughts were stuck in all the moves from the few hours before. I could see the different ridges of the mountain, the change of rough boulder to feathery trees and back. I could see but I couldn’t absorb. The sun began to fall behind the height of the mountain. The whole day had beyond passed me by.

Sudden streetlights illuminated my path. A small town on the continued upward slope was before me. I wondered if I had taken a wrong turn back. I did not remember passing through here on my way down. This town was seemingly twice as large as the other towns I had passed through. The shops stood like townhouses and signs on the sidewalk promoted whatever sale they had going on. A restaurant had a courtyard of outdoor seating and a fire pit. I parked my car in a diagonal spot deciding to explore this new site a bit. This is what I was intentionally here for after all. The sex with a ranger boy was just a surprise to my loose plans.

There was a cool breeze. I shivered inside my terry sweater as I wrapped myself tighter in it. I dressed in baggy leggings, a loose fitting t-shirt, and the sweater not thinking I’d do much with my day. I passed by a few shops closing up for the night and window shopped as I went. I turned down the street the restaurant was on. There was a lit up sign a few yards beyond the courtyard. I continued walking to see a local bar. A band was playing tonight which seemed familiar to the name of the band I briefly saw last night.

I walked in and took a look around. This wasn’t just a local dive bar. There were leather couches and mahogany tables, much of which was already filled with locals. I wondered what time it was. The light was dimmed. There was a stage and the bar was off to the right. Given my exhaustion, I knew I could not tolerate much of drink.  I ordered some light fare from the bar and took an open seat.

“When does the band start?” I asked the bartender. He was moderate height, boxy, and had some of the prettiest groomed facial hair I’d ever seen.

“They’ll be coming on in the next half hour,” He didn’t look up from his mixing tasks. He took care of another patron and stopped at me, “you from around here?”

“No, just visiting. Is it that obvious?” I pushed my hair back behind my ear. Did I really look that bad, I thought to myself.

“He laughed to himself, “not terribly. We just don’t have too many people coming in here interested in the band.” He took a large sip from his water glass behind the bar and threw his rag down to wipe a few things off.

“Oh, I was just wondering if this was the same band I may have seen last night.” I became increasingly self-conscious. He didn’t seem to notice.

“These are some local dudes. They go up and down the mountain a few times a year. Unsure if they go elsewhere. Where were you at?”

“I’m staying near Crested Butte. Have about 2 nights left.” I watched him shake off one glass at a time and put it back on the shelving where it belonged. The way his hands managed the glass wear and watching his arm muscles pop out with each turn of the wrist was intoxicating.

“Oh yeah? Well I’ve only got a few more minutes of my shift and then I can show you around here if you’re interested?”

My chicken sliders were placed in front of me by someone from the kitchen, we both glanced down at them. “Why would you want to do something like that?” I asked him not even knowing his name.

“Hmmm, because I’m bored, and you’re cute and seem like you’d be interested in a tour.”

I pierced my eyes at him with a sly smile. I took the compliment but wondered what his idea of a tour was too. “It looked like everything was closed, what could you give me a tour of.”

He chuckled some more, “Oh, little lady. You wandered into a friendly town with a lot of history. We’ve got rivers, railroads, the town hall, and okay,” he whisked the towel on his shoulder again, “it’s a little boring, but I think I could get you to enjoy it.” He walked away to tend to another patron not giving me a chance for a rebuttal.

I bit into my slider. When he returned he put out his hand, “the names Brent.”

I shook his hand and smiled back at him, “Elana.”

Ten minutes later I had plowed my way through my sliders and Brent was offering me a hand to hop off the barstool. He walked me down a few blocks to the town hall. We were able to walk in a viewing room, but all other rooms were closed. He led me to the railroad and waited patiently while I read the sign of why the railroad was created

We wandered over a rotting bridge. It creaked underneath our weight. String lights lined the railing of the bridge.

“And here is some of what they call Cottonwood Creek,” Brent informed me.

I spun around taking in the dark view and listening to the soft moving water.

“I hope this tour was worth you missing the band.” Brent locked his eyes on me. I realized my pussy still had energy for more. It twinged at the invitation for something more flirtatious.

I leaned on the railing. “The sights were worth it for sure. Now I’m just wondering what else this town has to offer.” I waited for him to take a hint and show me what else I had been missing. He stood about a foot away from me.

“Well I’ll say I’ve never exactly whisked a lady away from the bar to show her ‘round. Let alone a lady who doesn’t live here.”

I stifled my giggle, “then how do you get around?”

“I do occasionally. I guess I’m not very adventurous.” He shuffled his feet.

Oh, I can change that. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and pulled him in closer to me. “Mmhm, so now that you’ve got me here…what do you suppose you do with the cute girl you whisked away from the bar?”

He planted his hands on the railing behind me, looked down at me with anticipatory nervousness and landed his wet lips on mine. He smelled of beer but tasted clean. He caressed my lips slowly and the pulled back to observe if his move was okay.

I lifted my chin up towards him and brushed my lips against his before pressing them to him. His facial hair was so well groomed it never scratched me. He was being polite and gentle. This was a speed I could handle right now. He placed his hands on the small of my back and walked be backwards until he was leaning on the opposite railing. His hands smoothed down my backside to my ass.

I lost sense of time in his lips. He played with mine so delicately. I moaned into him and noticed the liquid in my lime green thong. He pushed me into him once more. I felt him growing in his jeans. We groaned together.

Brent came up for air, “shall we take this elsewhere?” One hand left my ass and his fingers ran through my hair. I closed my eyes and let my head fall into his hand.

I murmured, “Where to now?”

 

Pt. 4 Coming soon