Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2017 11:07:57 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 6

Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 6

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

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version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the
original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com.

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"But the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky,
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby,
Rocky mountain high..."

...click...

"Spent the last year, Rocky Mountain Way,
Couldn't get much higher,
Out to pasture, Think it's safe to say,
Time to open fire,
And we don't need the ladies, Crying 'cuz the stories' sad,
'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way, Is better than the way we had..."

"There, that's one I wanted." Amy was in charge of the music today and
doing a damn fine job. She'd become quite adept at finding the next right
song on the iPod, whether it was "road" music for hard driving or "scenic
vista" music for taking in our remarkable surroundings. She'd already
discovered that my music wasn't on the iPod and I explained to her that
when I'm driving, I want anything but my songs or my voice or even my art.
I need different voices to spur my creativity whereby to paint movies in my
head. I explained this patiently as part of my "process" and she clearly
understood, although I wondered if I was able to accurately clarify how
that 'process' worked.

The last few days have been wonderful. We are all in sync and it felt
right. We'd spent an extra day with Stevie and Sally mostly preparing and
packing. Santo knew we were getting ready to take to the road again and
clearly, he was of a mixed mind. One one hand, his walks in the fields and
trails had become longer, on the other, he was already moved into his
favorite sleeping spot in the RV. I also spent a good part of that day
explaining the RV and all it's features and intricacies and she picked up
on everything very quickly. Her natural enthusiasm was heartening.

We spent a while going over our itinerary. Should we go to Santa Fe? Or
down through Arches to Monument Valley?

"I really have to go to Monument Valley I have to stand there and in my
best John Wayne say, 'That'll be the day!' I'm serious."

"Such a ham! I want to hit Route 66. And I want to go to Taos and Santa Fe."

"That's cool. I want to see Bandolier." I liked how these things worked
out. It was obvious that we were on the same page. It was also great that
she could read a map!

Finally, since time was no object, we worked up a plan. From Aspen, we'd
head down through the mountains to Taos (Bandolier Park)) and Santa Fe,
then back up North to Mesa Verde, then west to Monument Valley and Lake
Powell, south to Grand Canyon, catch Route 66 near Seligman and ride it to
Kingman, from there we'd go into the Mohave to Needles, south to Lake
Havasu City and catch I-10 to Palm Springs. It seemed ambitious but, hell,
when would we ever do this again, you know?

"Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow,
You will feel all you need to know,
Be open eyed and open up wide,
Come on, let it go,
Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow,
Oh, it feels so good it feels so good..."

So here we are having left Mesa Verde Park and, after Bandolier, having a
pretty decent knowledge of cliff dwellings. The road has been mesmerizing,
the panoramas are devastating. We have frequently stopped just to gaze at
snow-capped mountains off in the distance or sometimes to see canyons,
gulches and ravines just off the road. Once we stopped to see some wild
horses grazing and drinking lake water. If we dig it, we stop. We had fun
in Great Sands Park, in Taos (where Amy shopped), in Bandolier (where we
had some healthy exercise climbing around those amazing dwellings), in
Santa Fe (where Amy shopped. To be fair, I shopped my share, too. In Taos,
While she was strolling through shops, I saw an impressive turquoise
bracelet with a large #8 stone. I had to buy it for her. I just had to.)

Mesa Verde gave me more healthy exercise and now I'm done with that. I need
a hot tub and a message. Amy has been very involved with the computer.
Besides mapping us, she's also been locating cool rest stops as well as
making reservations. She's also been all over the web site for the adult
spa resort in Palm Springs reading all the features and spa services and
how it looks so great. But right now, we're on our way to Monument Valley
and she's located a campground with a grand view of the valley. Although
we'll get there at night, it'll be a helluva sight to wake up to, that's
for sure. We should be there in about a half hour or so.

We haven't been hungry what with all the amazing dishes filling the fridge.
Between George's box o' barbeque from The Woody Creek Tavern and the box
put together by Sal and Stevie, it's been a moveable feast. We still have a
few bottles of wine and plenty of dope so that's good. Amy has taken to the
RV and when we pull over to sleep, she's right there pulling out the sides
and dropping the awning. We've kept pretty much to ourselves mostly telling
each other our histories, the happy and the painful. Our intimacy level is
deepening every day and we find ourselves enjoying the little moments.
Santo has taken to her in a big way, often curled by her feet. Earlier
today, he licked her hand for no reason at all. Love is infectious.

Sex in the RV has been fun, too. Still, it's our little intimacies I enjoy
the most. Amy is saving water so we shower together in the small enclosure.
Each shower is a very tight fit in so many ways. Last night, when we got
into bed, we were both frisky. We'd already fucked several hours before
after we'd pulled into a deserted rest stop for lunch. It was a distance
from the main road and Santo didn't like the dust. Amy and I stood outside
and stared at the mountains. I couldn't resist and I started feeling her
up. We ended up doing it standing up against the RV. We finished just in
time as another camper pulled in. We drove off singing "Why Don't We Do It
In The Road?" But last night, we were high and silly. Amy sat across from
me and we masturbated for each other. It was not only fun but educational
as she taught me how she likes to bring herself off. I took mental notes.
It excited her to have me so observant and when she came, it was beautiful.
She then lay on her stomach and had a bird's eye view of me wanking. As I
shot ropes into the air, some landed on my stomach and some on the bed. She
cleaned me and we fell off to sleep in each other's arms. In the morning, I
remarked that last night was amazing.

"I was surprised that although we messed up the bed by cumming all over it,
it didn't bother you. My ex would have changed the sheets and showered
first. She would have taken a cloth, soaked it in cold water and, much to
disgust, wiped me off with it. I'm very pleased that you didn't do any of
that."

"No, I didn't mind at all. I liked up being sticky and then sleeping glued
together. I made me feel closer to you in an earthier, more primitive way.
Kind of like fucking in a cave...where they certainly didn't change the
sheets!"

What an ace woman. On our way out of Mesa Verde, she crawled next to me and
blew me while I drove. That was exiting and I had to pull over when I blew
my load down her throat. It made me wild when she reached into her shorts
and smeared my face with her juices.

We pulled into the lodge and the dark sky was a scene to behold. The moon
lit some of the mesas and buttes in the valley and it took on an
otherworldly atmosphere. We pulled into a pad away from the road and up
against the valley. After setting up the RV and giving Santo his exercise,
we put on bathing suits and headed off to the indoor pool for a relaxing
dip. The campgrounds was fairly empty and so the pool was deserted. We swam
long leisurely laps in the warm water. The adjacent hot tub was nice and
hot when we stepped into it. Amy began to rub my back and massage my spine.
I was drifting into heaven when another couple entered the pool. They were
younger than us and very cute - a perky pair. Amy and I whispered that they
were newlyweds, what great tits she had and how tight his Speedo was. After
a while, they came over to the hot tub and stood at the edge.

"Do you mind if we join you?"

"Of course not, it's nice and hot."

They slid into the tub modestly as he turned to hide his erection which was
clearly outlined in his tight suit. Amy and I shared a private smile as she
started to massage my legs.

"You'll excuse me while I smooth out the driver," she said to them, "his
muscles are tight. But I see that's something that's going around."

A titter of laughter came from them but he was turning bright red.

"So, how long you two married?"

"One week!" she said as Amy and I high-fived each other.

"Where from?"

"Manor, Texas...it's just outside of Austin. And you?"

"Oh, we're not married...we just live in glorious sin," Amy added her droll
comment, "and we're not from anyplace, really...at least, not any more."

"Oh, Amy, leave them alone. They're just kids. We're Amy and Davy and we
left Aspen a few days ago and we're on an extended vacation. We feel like
newlyweds, though, and like you, we're exploring the country and each
other."

"Yes," Amy said, "I'm just feeling frisky and in love with my man." She
began to massage my arms and my hands.

"We've always wanted to do this trip and I'm loving this honeymoon," she
said, "I'm in love with my man, too. I'd love to travel and see lots of
places and this is a good start."

"Indeed it is," I added. Amy now sat on my lap facing me as she worked on
my shoulders and neck. I reached over and fondled her breasts. She reacted
by rubbing her ass against my cock. The other couple was discreetly
watching us and I saw her reach down, obviously rubbing his cock under the
bubbles. They began to kiss.

Amy pushed her breasts against my face. Her top was small but she unclasped
it and tossed it on the side.

"I hope you don't mind if I'm topless," she said turning her head to the
newlyweds. They were too busy with each other and just moaned and nodded.
Amy turned to me, "They don't seem to mind." She leaned into me and we
began to kiss, too. I slipped my finger into her thong and began to play
with her clit. She squirmed and moved away from me. Turning to the other
couple, he had pulled her top down and was fondling her large pink nipple,
she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you and best of luck. I hope you stay
married 100 years but we have to go back to the RV and fuck. Com'n, Davy."

They looked at us and smiled as we left the tub. They never batted an eye
as they turned back to each other. Amy and I quickly danced back to the RV
and found ourselves in bed. She flopped down and said, "Do me. big boy!" I
mocked a growl and ripped off her thong. I jumped down on her and began to
forcibly lick her moist pussy. I chewed on it, I nibbled, I sucked her
prominent clit between my lips, I blew on it and licked it again and again.
Amy was thrashing her hands around and grabbing at her nipples. I pinned
her legs apart as a means of self-protection or she might have squeezed my
head off. I buried my face into her as her panting became more intense. I
moved my tongue around her clit just the way she showed me the night
before. That kicked her orgasm into high gear and she began to shake and
buck. As her orgasm was peaking, I tossed off my suit and threw myself onto
her, piercing her canal with my hard and throbbing gristle. She groaned and
gasped as I pounded her. I slowed myself and moved into long and slow,
all-the-way-out-and-all-the-way-in strokes, pushing into her as deep as I
could. This caused her to grunt with each stroke. It was when her hips
picked up the beat that I picked up mine. Her nipples stood erect just
below my face and I was tempted to lean down and suck one but my eyes were
glued to her fingers pulling at them. She looked so wanton and deep in
lust. The suction of her vaginal muscles pulling at me combined with the
blissful look in her eyes set me off. "Give it to me, give me your
cum...oh, your cock...yes...I love you cock...give me you cock." Her
quaking hips and her pelvis pushing up against me was all I could take and
my cream painted her walls. She came a moment later, pinching her nipples
and with her eyes closed, smiling up at me. I leaned down and kissed her. I
lay down atop her breasts and we proceeded to kiss for a very long while
until I rolled onto her side. We fell asleep with her fingers in my hair.

When morning broke, we awoke to the sight of Monument Valley right out the
windshield. We were both stunned and speechless. It looked better than in
any John Ford film and that's really saying something.

"This is great. Last night was better but this is great!" Amy stuck her
tongue into her cheek.

"Ok, so let's go do it right there," I said pointing toward an iconic rock
formation, "You game?"

"I am if you are."

The truth is that neither of us were willing to offend all the families and
tourists milling about and getting all that sand into our private parts did
not seem appealing either. The awe one feels in Monument Valley overpowers
every other sensation of thought. The shadows playing along the rock hills
change the scenery and the dimensions from moment to moment. My mind
whirled with snatches of lyrics. Amy sensed this and commented to me that I
should keep them in my head as she had some, too.

Monument Valley was everything I'd always imagined it to be and I loved
being there. My greatest thrill was to stick my face into a cut-out figure
of John Wayne in his most iconic Ethan Edwards pose. Amy snapped the
picture and it now adorns my facebook profile.

It was time to move on to Glen Canyon, Lake Powell and then Grand Canyon
but after surveying the map, there was no direct route and the trip was not
only circuitous but also the roads were not well paved so we decided to
head down into Arizona to Canyon de Chelly, then to the Petrified Forest
where we could pick up Route 66 and take that to the Grand Canyon. Why not?

It was another great ride into more ruins and cliff dwellings. We were in
Navajo territory and I was in search of a blanket. We stopped for a late
lunch near a trading post and I found what I was looking for. I bought two,
one was smaller and fit Santo's bed. We walked for a while in the dry and
dusty air and then the road led us into the Painted Desert. This place was
a big "Wow"; visually it was an artist's palette. As I drove along, I
imagined myself in the nineteenth century, riding a horse through this
land. It was my childhood cowboy fantasy returning to my consciousness all
these years later. This memory became snatches of lyrics. I quoted them to
Amy and she entered them into my journal. She also worked on them and it
made for an easy collaboration, almost like doing a crossword puzzle
together.

At one scenic overlook, she asked me to pull over. With the Painted Desert
before us, she said that she had an urge to make out but not fuck, just
make out. That seemed like a good idea to me and for about a half hour, we
kissed and necked and cuddled and felt each other up and acted like kids.

"My panties are all damp now and you have a hard-on. Wanna save it for
later? We have a couple of hours until we get to our next campsite and
darkness is coming on. It's your call, pard'ner."

"I say we roll a doober and hit the road again. If you'll be so kind as to
feed me some of your dripping pussy excretions now and then, I'll be a
happy man."

"You're on."

We headed for Route 40 and Route 66 all giggly and silly. Amy dipped her
fingers into her pussy and let me lick them off. She rubbed her fingers
around my nostrils and her scent made the miles fly. She did that a few
times.

"And It Stoned Me to my soul,
Stoned me just like old jelly roll,
And It Stoned Me."

Damn, this woman knew how to pick the right tunes.

We pulled into a dreary campgrounds just outside of the Petrified Forest.
The sights along the road might the park enticing. We figured that we'd
split the campgrounds early, do the park and head north on Route 66. We set
up the RV for the night and closed ourselves in. A light wind had picked up
and it looked like rain - a perfect night to be alone with each other.

"I want to make us a nice dinner tonight and maybe watch a movie," Amy
opined.

"Ok with me but I want to fuck you silly. I think I'm still hard from
earlier."

"Good, because I'll still wet and sticky. What are you doing right now?"

She straddled my lap and we began making out again. The RV started to rock
but I think the wind had picked up and sure enough, it a few minutes, it
was raining buckets. It didn't matter to us, we were in another world
entirely.

"Amy, I love the way you kiss me. I get lost in them."

"Yeah, Davy, we kiss well. My mind blanks out. I like it a lot."

I kissed her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe. I nuzzled her neck. She
stroked my hair and kissed my eyelids. Our mouths connected into light
kisses, then licks and finally deep tongue and spit-swapping.

She whispered in my ear, "Davy, I'm so crazy about you...I've never felt
like this before...last night was so good for me, my mind blanked and all I
could feel was my love for you...it's more than sex, it's emotional...it's
total. When we start to perspire, I feel like we're even exchanging fluids
in another way. I feel like a sponge, soaking you in. Does that make any
sense at all?"

Her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled off her t-shirt and
unsnapped her bra. She brushed her breast along my chest hair.

"It feels so good...your hair against my nipples..."

I kissed her forehead. "Amy, I have not been this happy in so many years
that I can't count them. As I drive, I think about us...I think about
finding my soulmate...I am amazed, delighted and I can't believe I'm
babbling..."

"Yes, that's the word...but I know what you mean."

"I think to myself that this could just be the first blush of romance but I
know that it's far deeper than that. When we make love, my mind blanks out,
too. I'm never the spectator..."

"Oh, yes, good point. Me neither."

"...I'm so in the moment with you. I feel that when we're driving. I felt
that today when we were gazing at Spider Rock and then again in the desert.
I feel whole." She pulled my pants down and pulled off her panties but her
gaze never left my eyes as she followed my every word.

"I've been having this cowgirl fantasy all day and now I want to fulfill
it. I want to ride you."

I lay back on the couch as she mounted me. Slowly and carefully, she rocked
back and forth. She pulled my arms up and placed them on one breast. She
held my wrists together. "I need the reins."

"You know, I've been having these cowboy fantasies all day, too, but I
never thought I'd be the horse! I like it. Ride me, Annie Oakley."

She did. She said, "An easy trot" and started to slip up and down with a
loping feel. I closed my eyes and let her fantasy wash over me.
"Chick-chick", she said and picked it up to a canter. My knees slipped up
to enable the rhythm and she pushed lower. My hands held her breasts as
they began to bounce. I became her bra. I don't normally cum easily when
I'm in this position, instead I stay hard longer, much to her delight. I
heard squishy sounds as she rode me and I knew she was into her fantasy and
enjoying it.

"Yes, my stallion...yes, my stud."

The RV was rocking as she started to cum and her fluid washed me. I started
in to buck and toss her around and we were in a full gallop. She pulled at
my arms trying to control the ride but this horse was moving. She cried out
and pulled my arms up. I pushed my loins up to meet her. I felt her vagina
tremor while it gushed. Finally, she wrapped my arms around her and lay
down.

"What a ride. You're a good mount. You'll get an extra bag of oats tonight."

We lay for a few minutes until she regained her strength and then she
dismounted me and told me to stand up.

"You are my master. I want to please you."

I did as I was told and she kneeled in front of me. Licking and sucking me,
she murmured that she tasted goo. I liked that. She gave me a masterful
blow job, holding my sac in one hand and twist-stroking my cock with the
other while she gobbled on the head. In a very short time, my knees were
buckling and I was shooting into her mouth. Pushing me back onto the couch,
she slipped back onto me and then kissed me with her mouth full of cum. We
snowballed it back and forth until it salivated away. While I was never a
great fan of snowballing, we seemed to do it a lot and I really didn't seem
to mind. It was another exotic way to exchange love.

"I love you, Davy Harper. You make me feel so free. There is nothing we
can't do...together. It's freaking me out!"

"I love you, too, Amy Beiler. You make me whole. My life has begun again.
Thank you."

"Don't thank me. It was luck and fate and Stevie and Sally and music and
Aspen that brought us together. Let's thank a higher power."

We lay together in absolute bliss until she suggested that we shower off
all the dust from our "horsing around." Naturally, we couldn't keep our
hands off each other.

"I've worked up quite an appetite. How 'bout you? I'm going to fix us some
grub from the chuck wagon."

"Great. I'm going to check the web."

I turned up the tunes and sat down while she puttered in the galley.

"One Love. One heart.
"Let's get together and feel all right,
As it was in the beginning (One Love)
So shall it be in the end (One Heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right..."

She began to dance to the reggae beat and her good humor was infectious. I
logged on to check my mail and was surprised by the amount of messages. My
niece was sorry she missed me but she was still back east. My buddies were
sorry they missed me but they were on the road. They suggested I keep an
eye on their schedule in case our paths crossed. Sally and Stevie sent
several crude messages (with some of our private pictures attached) but it
was the last one that grabbed me. It read, "Want your mind blown. Check out
this video on YouTube." I clicked on the link and yelled out, "Holy Shit!
Amy, come here!"

We watched the screen as "In The Key Of Me" played. Someone in the Woody
Creek Tavern audience had videotaped the performance and put it up on
YouTube and there we were on the web. Even more astonishing were the 5000
hits the video had received in the few days since it had gone up.

"Look at that!"

"Don't we sound good?"

"What a nice vibe."

"I'll be damned! I'm so surprised that anybody cares enough to watch it."

"Why not? There are lots of people who remember you...and who want to hear
new music."

"Well, I'll be damned!"

The comments under the video were all so positive and encouraging. It was a
gift. I saved the link and wrote back to Stevie just how surprised we were
to see it. I was glad that the event was saved for posterity.

I went back to my email. My kids, Emma and Emily, wrote that they loved the
song and the video. My bastard publisher - at least the publisher that now
retained my rights - wrote me that we should talk. A couple of record
company suits emailed me that we should talk. Even my old prick of a
manager emailed me that we should get together and that he had some offers.
"Fat fucking chance," I thought out loud recalling how he sold me down the
river once before. Jimmy emailed me telling me what a great time he had at
the show and not to do anything with anybody until I talked to him. He told
me to call him if and when I got to L.A. I forwarded these letters to Danny
as I knew he would want to deal with some of those who now wanted another
piece of me.

Jimmy also said that I was lucky to have hooked up with Amy and that we
looked great together, much to the envy of half the males of Aspen. Amy got
a kick out of that. There were several other emails from friends and one
more that caught me. It read, "Davy, you probably don't remember me but I
worked as your roadie back in the day. I work for Letterman these days and
both of us would like to talk you into appearing on Late Night and Craig
Ferguson's show. Please give me a call."

"Are you going to take them up on it?"

"Maybe. First, I intend to talk to Jimmy...and Stevie. I'm thinking of
heading to L.A. after Palm Springs. I'd like to try to hustle my publisher,
that fuckhead. I'd also like to wrestle all my rights away from those
pricks at Warner Brothers. We'll see what happens. Danny will get back to
me on all of these issues. He wants their ass, too." I clicked on the
YouTube link again and, with all due shock and awe, we watched the video
again.

"I like the fact that you are in the spotlight with me, A. Looks like
you're upstaging me. But I don't mind, you look so badass and it's a good
way to remember the video. I can see people emailing the link to their
friends and telling them to check out the amazing babe."

"Oh, bullshit."

"And speaking of that, I think I'll roll some...but first..."

I got up from the table and crept behind her. I lifted her robe and licked
her asshole. She shook her fanny in my face and brushed me away.

"As Richard Brautigan once wrote, 'I'd walk barefoot through one hundred
miles of deep snow just to stand in your shit.'"

"Oh, Davy. You say the sweetest things."

While she cooked, I sat down and started to write. "Standing in the desert,
feeling so small in the great shape of things/ There's a cowgirl right next
to me and she's thinking that, too/ We hold hands and we knew that it is
true./ Blessed be the canyons and the earth so vast and we're breathless/
Blessed be the hills and the earth so vast and we're speechless/ Blessed be
our love and it's so vast and we're wholeness."

Eh! I flipped to another page. "Riding down the highway/ Feeling like a
cowboy/ Enjoying every day/ Filling it with joy." Double eh!

"Dinner is on. Come and get it."

"Yee haw"

I popped a bottle of the grape and poured out two glasses. Amy placed two
plates down and it looked delish. She'd heated up some of Sally's coulis,
some of George's salmon filets and some black beans. We enjoyed the dinner.
More important, we just enjoyed being together. For Santo, she fixed up a
bowl with leftovers (except, thank God, for the beans) and he was quite
happy, too. After dinner, he happily let us scratch his belly.

As we cleared the table and washed the dishes, the wind and rain had picked
up again. "It's a good night to curl up and watch a movie," she said,
"let's see what's available."

She went through the box of dvds..."Hmmm...porn, porn, more porn - looks
interesting but not for tonight...of course, The Searchers...Spinal
Tap...The Royal Tannenbaums...Time After Time...with Mary Steenburgen...I
never saw that. I loved the book. Yes, that's tonight's feature...a good
chick-flick."

I made a face but she knew I was kidding. I loved the book and I liked the
movie, too. While romantic and sometimes even sappy, the premise held a
place in my soul and anyway, being a sappy romantic with Amy was a good
thing. We snuggled together and watched the film together and while I admit
that my eyes watered, Amy really cried.

"Okay, now can we watch The Searchers?" Smack!

The wind and the rain had moved on. I took Santo out for his last walk of
the day and was struck by the unearthly quiet. Truly a lack of sound
surrounded me and I felt the stillness. I tried to make as little sound as
I could in order to hear something, anything at all but there was no sound.
I'd never heard quiet like that. Sometimes you can hear the waves lapping
or the leaves rustling or even peepers off in the distance but this was
different - a total absence of sound. I looked at the sky and it was
overcast and dark. I quietly turned back to the RV so as not to disturb the
air. When I got back, Amy was asleep and I sat down at the table and wrote
this:

"There is no sound in the air tonight,
Not a breath nor a sigh,
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles in dreams,
She doesn't care the sound has dropped,
She doesn't know the world has stopped,
She smiles in dreams.

Everything is deadly still,
The desert blows no dust,
While cars continue to rust,
And Wall Street may go bust,
Still, it's silent and still
I wonder why (there is),
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky.

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles in dreams,
She doesn't care the sound has dropped,
She doesn't know the world has stopped,
She smiles in dreams.
Smiling happily in dreams,
She smiles in dreams."

I didn't know where this was going. I think I wanted to make it more eerie.
I wanted to create a feeling that the silence was disquieting. But for the
moment, I decided to sleep on it so I left my book on the table and crawled
into bed next to Amy. She let out a happy sound and rolled over, draping
her arm cross my chest. It was the first sound I'd heard in a while and it
made me smile. I knew I'd have to remember that feeling for my song.

In the morning, I felt Amy leave the bed and in my semi-slumber, I heard
her puttering in the bathroom and then in the kitchen. I started to rouse
myself. I remembered that we wanted to drive through Arizona today but I
was soooo comfortable. After a few minutes, I got up and went about my
morning routine. I walked into the galley where a cup of coffee was waiting
for me. Amy, with pen in hand was writing.

"Good morning, handsome," she smiled, "I hope you don't mind but I saw your
song here and I'm playing with it. Is that cool or did I cross the line?"

"No, it's very cool, gorgeous. What'cha got?"

"I changed a few things. Here, look."

Coffee does it for me in the morning and the first sip cleared my head. I
looked at her notes.

"There is nothing in the air tonight,
Not a breath nor a sigh,
A stillness in the air that pervades the sky.

My love is fast asleep,
She dreams, She smiles
She doesn't care that all sound has stopped,
She doesn't know that the world has stopped,
She doesn't care if all time has stopped,
Is it all the way it seems?
Smiling in Dreams?

The desert blows no dust,
While cars continue to rust,
And Wall Street may go bust,
Still, it's silent and still
I wonder why (there is),
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky.

Lying down next to her,
I hear her softly breathing,
She touches me and coos,
And all the world is filled,
With the only sound that matters.

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles, she dreams,
She smiles, she dreams,
Smiling happily in dreams,
She smiles in dreams."

"I know it doesn't really scan yet. I figured we can play with it."

"Yeah, well I like what you did...parts flow better...I'm not really crazy
about the 'Is it all the way it seems?' line, though...but the last bit is
a killer and I'll tell you why. Last night, after I wrote this - and, by
the way, it was very eerie outside when I walked Santo - when I got into
bed, you rolled over and cooed. It was the first sound I'd heard since the
walk and I thought to myself that it was the only sound that mattered
because it filled my heart. It eased me away from the eerieness. I told
myself to remember to write it into the song...and here, you did it for me.
Uncanny! But let me slightly change that to..."

Lying next to her,
I hear her softly breathing,
Her lips gently part,
She touches me and coos,
She touches my heart,
And all the world is filled,
With the only sound that matters."

"Better but not there yet."

Amy's face filled with a wide grin, "I love you, Davy Harper. You touch my
heart."

I kissed her and placed my hand over her heart. "...and your tits and all
the other good parts, too."

"Well, that's it. You just love me for the amazing sex we have. Gimme back
your dick - it's mine now!"

"Has been since we met!"

We laughed while we finished our coffee and she took Santo out while I
tightened up the RV. On our way out, I refilled the water tank and flushed
the other tanks. I checked the radiator level and the other fluids and made
a note to pull into a dealership because I noticed a lot of dust in the
engine. We headed right over to the Petrified Forest and spent a couple of
hours checking out the beautifully colorful stone logs. Again, I got the
feeling that this terrain was otherworldly. Back in the material world, at
the gift shop, I bought her a tacky petrified pendent.

As we left the park, she put the pendent on and the turquoise bracelet.
"Are you going to buy me all new jewelry on this trip?"

"Maybe. But I think that today, we're going to buy lots of chachkes on
Route 66." She slipped her tongue into my ear.

We picked up Route 66 right away but it seemed to begin and end in fits and
starts. We passed the Tepee Motel and some silly looking dinosaurs. We
pulled into the Jack Rabbit Trading Post and looked at all the kitschy shit
for sale. And we bought some. But Route 66 didn't really come into its own
until we reached the outskirts of Winslow.

"Are we going to sing "Take It Easy?" I inquired.

"Of course!"

Sure enough, as we passed the statue dedicated to the group, Eagles, we
broke into song and we had perfect harmony.

Sometimes, I felt that Route 66 was a sad road with all the ruins of a
former civilization, like a dilapidated drive-in theater or shuttered
buildings. Sometimes, I felt like we were retro like in the Pixar film,
"Cars" since there were so many recognizable signs that were mimicked in
the movie. And sometimes, I was amazed by the corny architecture. There was
lots of laughter because there was so much cheesiness to laugh at.

We took a side trip to Meteor Crater. Again, I was overcome with feeling of
being on an alien planet, that I was not of this place. We split the place
quickly because after viewing the crater, it seemed like a bit of a ripoff.
We caught 180 north out of Flagstaff. Passing Humphrey's Peak was very
cool. The terrain here was unique and beautiful with lots of contrasting
colors and land formations. But it was also very silly, like when we pulled
through Bedrock and saw the big Fred Flintstone greeting us. As we
approached Grand Canyon, everything became very different. Amy and I said,
"oh my God," and "holy shit" so many times, we were cracking up. But you
couldn't help it. Each turn in the road brought another "ooh" and "ah."

We pulled into the Trailer Village right across from the Visitor's Center.
Fortunately, Amy made a reservation and we set up close to the mail walkway
and not too far from a spectacular view. The trailer village was filled
with RVs of every shape and size. Next to us was a Fleetwood Bounder that
impressed the hell out of her.

"You know, Davy, the next time we do this - and there will be a next time -
I think we should go in a bit more style."

"Sure, why not?" I liked our RV just fine but for two people and a dog, a
little more space and luxury would work just fine...especially for my
advancing decrepitude. Still, an RV along the lines of the one Jack and
Sunny drove might make this sort of life a bit more pleasant.

We spent the day touring the park and it was everything we knew it would
be. More than any descriptive word, it was inspirational. From every point
and lookout, another breathtaking view was to be had. We covered like two
sides of the park stopping in the RV for lunch - I'd think we'd been
gaining weight except for all the walking and hiking. We took lots of
pictures. We bought some trinkets like a 3D Viewer, a car decal, some
postcards and shit like that. We had lots of fun.

We took Santo for a walk near the scenic view. We walked as close to the
fence as you can but Santo seemed oblivious to the scene before him. He was
busy smelling and marking. Finaly, he stopped and did his business. I
pulled out the plastic poop bag and went to toss it in the refuse bin
several feet away. I gave Amy the leash and it went limp. Santo was locked
into the vista. He didn't move an inch as the eyes scanned the canyon. His
attention was total. Finally, he looked up at us and had such an amazed
look, if that's possible to read into a dog. As we walked back, we let him
lead us as he kept turning back to gaze at the canyon. He gently fell
asleep in his bed, I think he was awestruck.

At one point, late in the afternoon, we were resting up on Mather's Point
before heading west where we wanted to watch the sunset on the South Rim,
Amy came out of nowhere with this thought, "You know how like we've been
dreaming about cowboys and singing cowboy songs and all? Well, sometimes,
especially after all the cliff dwellings and ruins, I've been dreaming of
being an Indian and...am I being clear? Am I just stoned and rambling?"

"Maybe both...No, I get it...more than a few times, I've heard my head say
"wichi-tai wichi-tai, oh-raneeko, oh-raneeko, hey ney, hey ney, no wah."

"She laughed, "I know...also a lot of R. Carlos Nakai"

"Ok, I hear it...with Ry Cooder on the Geronimo soundtrack. But hey, listen
to this:

"I saw the hills in black and while,
with war paint Indians looking down from the ledge,
Their feathered headdresses full and flowing,
To my horse, who was very much on the edge,
I said, "Hello, We Must Be Going."

She laughed again and grabbed my ass. She said, "Oh, you're a fucking
scream."

We watched the sunset and it was something to see. I wanted someone to ring
a bell and everyone would start drinking like in Mallory Square but it
didn't happen. Amy and I sat silently and held hands. The solemnity brought
all kinds of peace into me and I was invigorated, I was ecstatic, I was
blissed out. Amy and I quietly walked back to the RV bushed but very, very
satisfied. After having looked down on Grand Canyon from 30,000 feet,
seeing it here (at whatever level we consider to be 'ground'), was beyond
any expectations or visions. It was way beyond being a majestic experience
for both of us.

The RV next to us was open and there was a party was going on. The awning
was down and, like us, the slides were out. Our neighbors invited us over
for a drink. I was ready to decline when Amy said, "We're going to shower
off and change and then we'll stop by, okay?"

I got into the RV and asked her why she accepted adding, "I could actually
crash for a while."

"I know, me too, but I thought it might be interesting to meet other RVers
and hear their experiences. I thought it might be worth the effort? Tell me
you're not mad at me, please? We'll only stay a little while, I promise."

"No, I think you're right. Why not? What did Warren Zevon say? I'll Sleep
When I'm Dead!"

We showered, changed, toked up and went next door. Santo was on his leash.
There were 5 couples milling about with drinks in hand, their ages ran from
their twenties to their sixties. The owners and hosts introduced themselves
as Charles and Marie from St. Louis. Charles asked what we were drinking.
Amy asked for red wine and I asked if he had cognac? He disappeared into
the RV.

Marie was very outgoing and gregarious. She was obviously a born hostess.
She introduced us around when Charles returned from the bar. "Merlot, Amy,
right? And David, how's VSOP?"

He told us about their travels. They were in their mid-sixties, second
marriage each and this was their third RV trip to Grand Canyon. A youngish,
say 35 to 40s, couple came over and introduced themselves as Denis and
Carla. They were on their first RV trip together, sort of a long-delayed
and even longer desired vacation. They were from New York City. We shot the
shit with them for a while when Denis leaned into us and very, very quietly
said, "You're as buzzed as we are, aren't you?"

We smiled and nodded in agreement which provoked a burst of quiet laughter.
They asked if we would like to join them at their RV which was only three
down from us. Amy and I suggested that we would meet them in a little
while, we wanted to say our goodbyes and walk Santo.

Nearly an hour later, we walked over to their trailer and knocked on the
door. It was a long and sleek Gulfstream, almost like a tour bus. When we
walked inside, Amy and I were lost in the luxury of this vehicle.

"Gee, it's almost like a tour bus," I blurted out.

"Better," said Denis, "I've got her with me," pointing to Carla who smiled
and kissed his cheek.

"He's a sweetie," she gushed.

"I have to ask you something if you don't mind," Denis looked at me
seriously. "You're Davy Harper, the singer, right?"

"I think you have the right person."

"We just watched the Aspen song on YouTube and it's great!"

Amy and I looked at each other in amazement.

"Wow," I said, "Thank you. Thank you a lot. That's nice to hear. You know
we just did that show several days ago. I'll have to check it out again.
Thanks."

"Oh, I know. I like to surf YouTube and I saw it as a new clip but it
already has a lot of hits and comments. It's a great song and a great
performance. And you, Amy, you were the woman singing."

"Yup, that' me. I'm really speechless. I am so impressed that you saw it!
It was a very fine show and my first ever."

"Congratulations. Well then, how 'bout we fire one up to celebrate?"

Passing the joint around, he led us through the RV and showed us the
features. The big screen TV rose from the bar and the computer was attached
to it. He'd watched our show on a big screen...gee! He let it run while I
checked out the count - 22,000. What! I wondered if this was what they
referred to as 'going viral'. I also saw that several other songs from the
Woody Creek Tavern show had made their way up on YouTube and were also
getting hits. "Hmmm," I thought, "there's interest in my music. Who'd a
thunk it!"

The weed was primo, extremely effective. Carla took over the tour. She and
Amy spoke about having a few more creature comforts when traveling in an RV
and the necessity of having a "land yacht" on a long trip.

The bathroom and shower were more than twice the size of ours. The galley
was a full kitchen. It had a washer/dryer which reminded Amy that we would
have to avail ourselves of a laundry when in Palm Springs. Carla opened the
door to the bedroom and ushered us in. It was immense as all I can say. Amy
looked and walked around the room, from the storage area to alongside the
bed. On the shelf, next to the headboard, was a black dildo and a silver
vibrator.

Carla saw them, blushed and said, "You'll have to excuse the mess, I guess
I didn't clean up too well."

Amy jumped in, "Oh, no, no...it's all right. Leave them there. Believe me,
we've enjoyed great sex on this trip, too. In fact, as if we haven't had
enough, we're staying at an adult sex and spa resort in Palm Springs.
Believe me, it's cool. Just leave it there."

Carla said, "Are you going to the Rancho? Is that the spa? Oh, you lucky
guys. We read about it and checked the web site and..."

"...and we both got shy is what happened," said Denis.

"You mean You got shy, you big pussy," Carla slapped him with a pillow.

We walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I asked him
to turn off the video. Denis turned off the lights and turned on dark blue
LED lights which he controlled with a dimmer. We smoked some more and
shared the bottle of wine we brought.

"So what spa things are you going to do at the Rancho?" asked Carla.

"I booked us four days in a luxury suite and I got the three-day "body
experience" for both of us."

"And you're not concerned about being naked and a lot of sex going on
around you?" asked Denis.

"No," I said, "Not at all. It will be fun. We're there as a couple but you
never know what might happen. It's refreshing to be civilized and
uninhibited at the same time."

Amy added, "It's a new experience for me and that's one reason why I can't
wait to go."

"Are you okay with having sex with other partners? Doesn't it bother you?
Are you swingers?"

Denis couldn't seem to wrap himself around it and Amy was being very
patient.

"Denis, let me explain. No, we are not swingers but we have swung, together
and apart. We both have bisexual tastes and we might appease them. Our
options are open. I like the idea of the spa with its classes and workshops
and yoga for couples. If nothing else, it will take us someplace further
still...and that really excites me."

That seemed to cause Denis to quietly ponder in a stone daze. Carla,
however, was intrigued.

"We've never had an experience but we fantasize a lot."

"All the more reason why you should go," I said. "Fantasy is great but if
you want to act upon your impulses, when better than when on vacation,
right? And at a place that allows you the freedom to indulge yourself?
Who's to know except you, right?"

Amy said, "Yes, you should bust out. It'll make you better lovers to each
other. If there is no guilt involved and you're together on this, go for
it. If there is any jealousy involved, I say you should just keep it at
fantasy and go no further." Then she asked provocatively, So, Carla, what
do you guys fantasize about?"

She looked at Denis, who was now lighting a bowl, for his reaction when he
looked up and said, "No, you're right. I have been a big pussy. This would
be very cool for both of us. And to answer your question, we're both
fascinated by group sex and even some bisexuality."

"Very cool. Carla, you call in the morning and tell them that you're with
the Harper-Beiler party and do they have a room. And Denis, I can tell you
that Davy and I only met a little over a week ago but I can tell you that
he is the best lover I have ever known. Yes, I've seen him sucking cock and
he has seen me with women and it has turned me on so, I drip. And I'm
pretty damp now thinking about it...."

"And I love to see her having pleasure any way she wants. It's not about
love at the spa, except perhaps for loving yourself and your mate even
more. And experiencing that together is great, it's another level of
intimacy," I added.

"I'm sold. We're doing it. We'll call tomorrow."

"We're heading there after the Skywalk and then 66 down to Needles and then
south to 95. We have a late check-in."

"Yippee! Oh, thank you, honey!" Carla grabbed Denis and kissed him.
"Yippee! You know I was getting all gushy listening to you, Amy. We are
going to love this."

"What is it you want to do? Have sex with a woman? Go down on a woman?"

"Yes, I've been curious about it for years ever since a college roommate
made a pass at me that I didn't pick up on. I also want to feel other
bodies in some group sex. The idea of all that sex together always turns me
on."

"Mmmm...," grunted Amy, "I'm wet again. Would you care to see?" Both Carla
and Denis looked either shocked at Amy's suggestion or eager to see, I
wasn't sure. Amy stood up from the couch and facing us, she lifted her
little sundress and there was a very visible wet spot on the red thong. I
thought Denis' eyes would pop out. Amy moved closer to Carla. Carla looked
at it and rubbed her pussy through her pants. She reached out with the
other and felt Amy's mound. Denis was rubbing his crotch. It was my turn to
suck on the bowl.

Amy pulled her dress off and stood there in just her thong. Denis leaned
over and started to undress Carla who shucked her jeans. She wore a blue
pair of panties. Her body was cute and tight with nice round breasts. She
was shorter than Amy by a few inches and her body was softly athletic. Her
panties had a large wet spot in the center outlining her pussy lips. Amy
moved close to her and they stood kissing each other and running their
hands around their skin, squeezing a breast here, squeezing a butt there.
Amy pushed Carla back onto the couch and kneeled between her legs. She
kissed the wet spot and then, pushing the panties to the side, she stroked
and fingered her. Carla was ecstatic.

After a few minutes of Amy's gifted mouth, she gently pulled Amy's head
away and stood up. Taking her hand, they walked into the bedroom. I looked
over at Denis. His dick was in his hand. It was hard enough to cut diamonds
and the helmet was bright red. He looked like he was ready to blow.

"Denis, let go of it and let it rest a minute, and then we'll join them,
okay?"

"This is all so new to me, man."

"Yeah, I dig. But it really isn't either. I mean it's been in the back of
your mind for - how many years?"

I stood up and started to disrobe. He lit a joint and began toking hard. I
slipped off my pants and, as usual, I was commando. My dick hung down and
about a foot from his face. He eyed it curiously.

"So what are your fantasies about?"

He passed me the joint. As I toked on it, his eyes never left my cock. I
liked that look and my penis stirred. He moved closer and I held him off. I
lifted my cock and showed it to him as I would if he were a doctor, or
maybe a gay intern.

He stood up and stripped. His dick was still hard. I thought for a moment
as to where to take this next and then the obvious hit me. I wrapped my
hand round his 8 inches of virgin cock, stroked it a few times and walked
him to the bedroom. There we stood together, his cock in my hand and
watched as Carla was eating a naked and spread-eagled Amy. I took a finger
and ran it from Carla's pussy up her ass. I did it a few times. I then fed
Denis' cock into her very sopping puss. He slid in 'like butta'.

I moved to the side of the bed to watch Carla. I reached into Amy's pussy
and pulled her lips back to show Carla the path. Her tongue swabbed it well
and Amy was enjoying it. Her fingers were pulling at her nipples and I'd
already recognized that sign. Carla had her face buried in Amy's twat and
Amy was loving every moment of this initiate's first pussy-lick.

"Ugh..ugh..." She was spread as far as she could go.

I slipped my head under her upraised hips and went right for her pussy. As
soon as I tasted her, she shook in appreciation and she seemed ratchet up
Amy, who was now getting the silver vibrator treatment, too. I tickled the
bottom of Denis' dick and he instantly shot his load into his wife, pumping
and pumping his cum into her and up to his balls. He stopped quickly and as
I pushed away, she pushed back trapping my head. Not a problem.

He slowly pulled out and his cum soon followed. I licked Carla's clit and
then moved down to her cum-soaked hole. His cum was hot and very
salty...interesting...Amy was now cumming, I could tell by her grunts.
Carla was humping my face and I held her ass cheeks firmly to keep us
close. I gripped her so I could probe her asshole, too, and she appreciated
it. Amy was slowing down from her orgasm as Carla began her own. It was
Denis who set it off when his tongue replaced my fingers and he was eating
her ass. His hands roamed her body. She growled and squirmed as I sucked on
her clit. Her pussy drenched me with her syrup - oh, how I love that
feeling - and I knew she loved her experience. I crawled out from under
them and picked up a towel. As I wiped off my face, I surveyed the damage -
two collapsed bodies...two for four. I noticed that Denis was ready for
more.

I went to lay by Amy and she slid right into me. We gave each other noisy
kisses. We were being silly until I felt a pair of lips kiss the head of my
dick. It was followed by a tongue swirling around the crown. I looked down
to see Carla doing me as her husband closely watched. She was doing a fine
job when I felt her bring his hand to my nuts. Amy was now watching, too,
as she propped pillows. Carla made some long strokes and let it pop from
her mouth. She pointed it toward Denis. Ah, the moment of truth.

"Oh, what the hell." He leaned in and placed it between his lips. He slowly
licked and tasted me. Carla moved to the side and stroked his hair. She
whispered, "That is so hot, baby...so hot."

I lay back watching him enjoy his first cock. He was just a little too
tender and gentle. I gently moved away and repositioned the bodies so I
could have access to him. Carla took my place on the bed and lightly rubbed
her lightly flaxen-haired pussy lips. What a pretty pussy. I moved up to
his cock and sucked him in. I showed him how to be forceful enough to get
each other to come. He copied my movements and I began to flex my ass. I
rolled on top so I could fuck his face. Carla was now rocking her bottom
along Amy's face and watching her husband get his cheeks filled with my
spew and watching it drip out as he tried to keep from gagging. She was
cumming again and crying out in lustful groans and hiccups, with an
occasional squeal. I felt Denis tremble and his cum sprayed my throat. I
sucked the head and pumped him until he was dry. I rolled off him, my jaw a
bit sore.

We all lay together quietly until Carla said, "I'm glad this happened. I've
been so curious to see what a vagina was like. I'm glad we did this. I glad
it was with you guys. I just hope I feel this way in the morning!"

"You!" barked Denis, "I sucked off a rock star!" That cut the tension with
a collective roar. "Now I'm ready for anything at that spa!"

Amy took Carla into her arms and kissed her. "You were wonderful. Thank you
for allowing me the honor of being your first. I never popped a cherry
before."

"Make that two cherries!" I rubbed Denis' shoulder.

"Make that a bowl!" he said as he lit one.

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