Kate stopped her car in the first parking spot available at the Mallorytown service centre and cut the engine. She slumped in the driver’s seat with a sigh. For a moment, Kate sat with her eyes closed. Tears started to leak out. With a loud sob, almost an anguished cry, Kate fell forward and leaned on her steering wheel as she burst out crying.

She jumped at a tap on the window and turned to look. A young man looked in with a concerned expression. For a moment, Kate took in his face. He was quite handsome, one of the nicer looking guys she had seen lately. She opened the window a slight crack.

“Yes?” she asked, wiping away tears.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the man asked, “I just got out of my van there in front of you and you look distressed.”

“I’m fine,” Kate told him even as a sob slipped out, “I am just very emotional right now.”

“You’re sure? I can get help if you need it,” he insisted.

“No, I’ll be good. I’m going in once I settle to use the loo and get coffee.”

“Okay. I’m going inside for coffee myself and to make some calls. If you need anything, look for me.”

Kate nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. It's nice to know someone cares,” she said, brushing away another tear.

The young man headed for the service centre’s main building. Kate forgot her tears for a moment, eyes fixated on him as he walked away. The fit of his tailored sports shirt and tight jeans suggested that he was in good shape. His ass in particular caught Kate’s attention. She caught herself speculating what else might lie in those snug blue trousers.

“Kate, control yourself,” she mentally chided. “He looks younger than you. Maybe not much older than Rachel.”

Still, he was driving a van and travelling on his own, so how young could he be? At nearly thirty-seven, Kate was not exactly old herself. Eighteen years of single parenting had noticeably aged her, though.

Once the man disappeared into the service centre, Kate got out and headed in herself. She paused for a look at his van. It was a large Ford Transit that appeared to be set up as a camper. So was the man on some kind of road trip? Or was he one of those van lifers she had seen on social media?

Inside, Kate made a stop at the washroom, then headed for the Tim Hortons coffee shop. Those were in basically every service centre in Ontario. She ordered a large coffee with cream and a blueberry muffin. While Kate had eaten a large breakfast before leaving Ottawa, she wanted to make sure her stomach held out until the last service centre before Toronto. That’s where she planned to grab lunch before tackling the nightmare that was Toronto traffic.

As she settled at a table and peeled the wrapping off her muffin, the man appeared and headed towards her. Kate smiled as he reached her table.

“Hello again,” she said.

“Hello. Feeling better, I hope?” he asked.

“Kind of,” Kate answered. “I got it out of me for now, anyhow. Sooner or later, it will hit again, though. Sit down if you like. I’m Kate.”

“Sure. Thanks. I’m Martin,” the man responded. “Where are you headed?”

“Home. Which is Eversham.”

“From where?”

“Ottawa. My daughter is starting at Carleton University. I dropped her off and helped her get settled in the dorm. That’s why I am so emotional.”

Martin gave her a puzzled look.

“Makes sense. Mom was pretty emotional when I went off to university and I was not actually that far from them. Pardon my saying so, but you look young to have a daughter in university,” he commented.

Kate giggled.

“I do, don’t I? I was only a year older than Rachel is now when I got pregnant. First year in university, first time fucking. Boom, baby bump.”

“Oh shit, that’s insane,” Martin blurted out. “Did you raise her on your own?”

“Mostly. My parents and an aunt helped. Mom basically raised her for the first couple of years while I did a college diploma and found work. Since then, it’s been largely all me.”

“Her father wasn’t involved?” Martin asked.

Kate sighed but decided he could hear the broad details.

“He never knew,” she explained. “We met at a party and hooked up. I was a virgin and kind of desperate, I guess. The day after I slept with him, I discovered that he was married. Knowing that, I decided that I couldn’t trust him as a partner or co-parent. I lied to him about the pregnancy test and left. Moved home to have the baby, and until I got on my feet.”

“Wow, that’s quite a life already,” Martin said.

“It is. Big change to have her leaving, though. So, what’s your story?”

Martin smiled and told her, “Not as dramatic as yours, I’m afraid. I did business at Western and started a job in the financial sector. Then Dad had a stroke and couldn’t help Mom with the family business for a long time. She convinced me to quit that job and join the firm. Now I’m General Manager and VP of Operations at twenty-nine.”

So younger than Kate but not by too much. And wouldn’t she enjoy a hot younger guy?

“What does your company do?” Kate asked.

“We own RV dealerships in three communities and also own and operate a couple of campgrounds,” Martin told her. “We have an online presence, too, that I started.”

“Is that why you drive that van? I thought it looked like a camper.”

“Yeah, it’s a Canadian-built Class B RV based on a Ford Transit,” Martin confirmed. “I was just in Montreal at a camping and RV trade show. Drove this both to show off and to have a place to stay on the way home.”

“Cool. Do you do that a lot? Use your RV for trips?”

“Constantly. Back in university, before I started working for the family business, I spent most of a year on the road. Kind of doing van life, I guess. Even had a girlfriend travelling with me for a while.”

“That sounds kind of fun, I guess,” Kate told Martin. “I have been wondering what to do with my time now that Rachel is out on her own. I am not really into overseas travel and don’t have the money to do resorts or cruises. One thought I had was to tour Ontario and Eastern Canada, camping out where I could. Maybe an RV like that is what I need.”

“You met the right guy, then,” Martin told her with a grin on his face.

He pulled out his wallet and passed Kate a business card.

“Give me a yell if you decide to look into it more,” he said. “We don’t have a place in Eversham, but I know a guy there who is pretty solid. Or you can come to our London dealership. I live in Woodstock but could come down to meet you there.”

“That’s amazing. I might just take you up on this,” Kate responded.

It would also give her an excuse to see more of Martin, she mused.

“Want to see the inside of mine while we are here?” Martin asked, “Might give you an idea of what it’s like.”

“Sure, why not?”

Martin gave Kate a quick tour of the outside of the van, then ushered her inside. She looked around for a moment.

“Where’s the bed?” was her first question.

“See the bench at the end with the table? The table folds down and the bench opens out into a bed.”

“Neat. So you have more space during the day. How big is the bed? You mentioned travelling with a girlfriend.”

“Basically a small queen. I’ve slept two in it comfortably when I’ve had company on a trip. And there’s room for other activities for two, as well,” he answered with a sly wink at the end.

“Nice,” Kate said, blushing a little as she turned to the small kitchenette area, “Two burners, small fridge, sink. You won’t be cooking any epic gourmet meals, I guess, but serviceable.”

“Yeah, it is,” he told her. “You’d be surprised what I and others manage in these things. I usually have a small gas barbecue with me, too, which helps expand the possibilities.”

“Where do you get water and electricity?”

“There’s a 20-gallon clean water tank that I can fill in various places. For electricity, I have solar panels on the roof feeding a battery pack. I can connect to services when I’m in a serviced site, too.”

Kate opened a door between the kitchen and the back area to find a small toilet. There was a shower head high up on the wall, too.

“Wow, you even have a bathroom.”

“Yeah, it works. If I’m in a campground with toilets or can get to someplace like this service centre, I prefer that. Same for showers. This is more for when I am off the grid or for emergencies.”

“So this van is nice for one person, maybe a couple,” Kate mused. “I guess there are bigger ones if you have more?”

“Sure. This is a short wheelbase Transit. With a longer wheelbase, you can get a more spacious camper. Or you can move to a trailer or truck RV. Depends on your needs, but for one or two people who travel light, these small converted vans work nicely,” Martin answered, almost slipping into a sales pitch.

“Look, thanks, Martin. This is all useful information. I should get on the road. Let’s keep in touch.”

“Where are you planning to go from here?”

“Newcastle is the last service centre before I plunge into the traffic hell that is Toronto, so I was going to land there for lunch, then push through as far as I could in the afternoon,” Kate told him. “If it goes well, I might make it home. If it goes as I expect ... well, I know some nice hotels in the Cambridge area.”

Martin laughed.

“Yeah, I know some campground operators over in the Guelph and Cambridge areas, so I might see if one of them has a spot open for me to crash tonight. Depends on how this goes. I guess we might meet again in Newcastle. Watch for me.”

“I will.”

Back in her car, Kate took a couple sips of her coffee, then started up and backed out. Martin was doing the same, and she ended up following him down the ramp onto the highway. Soon they were sailing along. Martin moved left, but Kate kept cruising in the right lane. She was not that comfortable on a busy highway, so she took it easy. Soon, she lost sight of the van.

Traffic backed up after an hour, so Kate sighed and moved left. She still could not get far. Google Maps on her car screen suggested construction was causing some havoc ahead. Kate put on a favourite album from her streaming library and kept rolling as best she could. Martin came unbidden into her mind.

“Damn, he’s attractive,” Kate thought. “But do I really want to plunge into something right now?”

Her body did. She was definitely aroused by the idea of a hookup with the young man. Mentally, she was less sure.

Kate had not been with a man in over a year. This was the latest of several periods of celibacy since having Rachel. The dual responsibilities of work and single parenting often left her too busy and tired for dating or sex. On top of that, the bad experience of Kate’s first time left her gun-shy about relationships, especially casual ones.

For physical relief, Kate had been using toys of late. She even had a vibrator tucked away in her bag for the trip. It was a fancy new model with an app to control it. The toy had been her “lover” for the past few months.

“Know what?” she finally told herself, “Rachel is gone, I am alone, and I need a warm body. If Martin turns out to work for that, so be it.”

It was close to one by the time Kate hit her planned lunch stop. As she pulled in, her eyes fell on a Ford Transit that looked like Martin’s. Kate wished she had memorized or photographed his plate so she could know for sure.

“If he’s here, I’ll probably see him inside,” Kate thought, feeling a growing excitement at that prospect.

Kate bought a soup, sandwich, and large tea from the Tim Hortons inside, then sat at a table. She planned to stop for at least half an hour to rest and wind down a bit. Driving was Kate’s least favourite way to get around, and this trip was demonstrating why in spades. At least getting to know Martin was giving her something to enjoy.

“Hey, you made it,” said Martin as he came to join her, carrying a burger and fries from another of the centre’s food joints.

“I did. That construction slowdown was brutal,” Kate responded.

“Tell me about it. Seems like it got worse after I passed, too.”

“Toronto will be even worse, probably.”

“Early traffic reports are not positive, that’s for sure,” Martin agreed.

They chatted over lunch, then Kate yawned and stretched.

“Wish there was a more comfortable place in here. I need to rest a bit before I continue.”

“My van? I can open the bed to show you and you can lie down there for a bit.”

“Okay, sure,” Kate answered.

Did she really want to lie on Martin’s bed when he had basically told her that he used it for sexual activity?

“Fuck, yes!” screamed a horny little devil that seemed to lurk in her pussy.

“Not so fast,” answered her more rational side.

In the van, Kate sat on the bench first.

“That’s better already, eh,” Martin said.

“Beats those godawful chairs, at least,” Kate confirmed.

“Lie down. I’ve actually taken naps just on the bench without setting up the bed.”

Kate did and found it comfortable but a bit tight.

“I would be afraid of rolling off,” she said, sitting back up.

“Get up and we’ll set up the bed so you can try that.”

Martin got a couple of pillows out of a cupboard below the bench, then opened the bed. To Kate’s surprise, he was not kidding about the size. She kicked off her shoes, then took one of his pillows and lay down.

“This is nice. What do you do for bedding?”

“When I’m alone like this, usually just a sleeping bag. But I have a comforter and fitted sheet, too. They’re for when I’m going to be living in the van for a while or have company.”

Kate lay on her side and closed her eyes.

“This is nice,” she said in a quiet voice. “I could probably doze off here.”

“Have a nap if you like,” Martin encouraged.

After lying still for a bit, Kate rolled onto her back and moved to the side.

“Lie beside me? Just want to see how much room there really is.”

Martin lay alongside her. Kate felt a delicious tension at being this close to the young man. She rolled onto her side facing him. An urge to touch him came over her, but she resisted.

“Yeah, this works,” she said. “I could see sleeping like this. Or, you know, other stuff.”

With that, she gave in and rested a hand on Martin’s chest. Slowly, she caressed him. He looked at her and smiled.

“Shit,” she thought, “Am I really doing this?”

“Is that an invitation?” Martin asked, reaching over to stroke Kate’s hair.

“Getting there.”

Martin turned to face Kate, and they shifted their bodies closer. Their eyes met, and Kate felt the growing urge to kiss the young man. Then, without really thinking about it, she did. For a couple minutes, their lips moved against each other.

Martin put an arm over and around Kate’s body to hold her against him. She slid a hand inside his shirt. The young man’s chest was hairy and she took delight in how the hair felt between her fingers. One of Martin’s hands touched Kate’s left breast. She was braless, leaving just thin cotton between his fingers and her flesh. An urgent need in Kate’s lower belly pressed for satisfaction. Suddenly, she felt panic coming on, displacing that wave of desire.

“Whoa,” she said, rolling away from Martin and sitting up, “That’s, um, wow.”

Kate’s heart was pounding and she was not sure if fear or lust was driving it.

“Yeah, wow. Did not expect that,” he said, “Felt good, though.”

Kate suddenly looked around in alarm.

“Oh shit, how do you get privacy in this thing? Like, anyone out there could have seen what we were doing.”

Martin sat up laughing.

“There are blinds to cover the windows at night,” he told her, “For both blocking light and privacy. Sorry, guess we should have those on before we get too cozy, eh.”

“Yeah, we should,” Kate said, still a bundle of nerves. “Martin, I should probably get going. A service centre parking lot is not the greatest place for a hookup, and I really want to get through Toronto before I get too settled. And I need to gas up before I leave, too.”

“I have actually had sex in one of these places, but it was late, and I was parked way out on the edge. I see you’re a bit spooked by what happened. Sorry, maybe I misread the room.

“No, you didn’t. I misread my own signals. I don’t really know if I’m up for getting intimate with you yet. Maybe with time.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Let’s go. Stay in touch, though. You’ve got my mobile on the business card. You’re welcome to stay with me tonight if you want. I’ll let you know where I am going to land.”

“Right, yeah. We’ll see, eh,” Kate responded.

She wanted to spend the night with him very badly but was still wrestling with her feelings a bit.

“We will,” Martin said. “Later, I hope.”

“Yeah, later.”

Kate relaxed when she was back behind the wheel and sailing along 401. Martin was a bit behind and one lane to the right. She could see his van in the side mirror. Kate tried to ignore his presence and the feelings that still lingered inside her.

Near the edge of Toronto, things slowed to a crawl. A check of Google Maps showed a crash ahead that blocked a couple of left lanes. Kate groaned and signalled right. She did a shoulder check and smiled when she saw Martin letting her in. She took the offered opening and waved thanks.

It became apparent that this would take a while. Kate put on a long playlist of indie rock music and settled in. They had already passed the interchange for a highway that would have taken them North to Highway 407, a toll route across the top of the city that gets them around this mess. Kate knew there were a couple of roads ahead that would also take them up to the toll highway, so she decided to watch for them.

As things slowed to basically a parking lot, Kate opened the car’s phone app. She had put Martin’s number into her phone before leaving Newcastle. Now she tapped it. After a moment, Martin answered.

“This is so fun, eh?” he said, the sarcasm obvious.

“Tell me about it. Now I am wondering if I’ll even make Cambridge today. Dealing with this shit will take a lot out of me.”

“Me too. Unfortunately, there aren’t a lot of trailer parks in the city. I might try for 407 once we get to a road that will take us there.”

“My thoughts as well.”

“I can run interference back here when we move right. Looks like we should make Markham Road soon unless things get worse.”

“Good. Let’s try for it.”

After a few minutes, Martin signalled right so Kate did, too. As he moved in, that opened a break for her.

“There, we did that. Only eight kilometres to the exit now.”

Then Kate noticed a car trying to weave through the traffic. She braced herself.

“I might have to emergency brake,” she said.

“I see. Stay calm and you’ll make it.”

The car swerved. Kate slammed her brakes as that car bumped into the SUV right in front of her.

“Shit,” she cursed.

“I see an opening. Go left when I do,” Martin commanded.

“Okay.”

They made the move and Kate felt better. Once they cleared that crash, they moved back right. The sign for the exit they sought appeared.

“Let’s go,” Martin said.

“Amen.”

At the top of the ramp, Kate saw there was a McDonald’s south of them and headed there. She parked, then began shaking and gasping for breath.

“You okay?” Martin asked as his van came in beside her. Kate had forgotten that the call was still going.

“I’m panicking, Martin,” she told him. “You go on. I’ll need some time here to calm down. I hate fucking traffic.”

“I usually fuck women myself.”

Kate laughed at his lame joke as they hung up, glad for the distraction. She collected herself and got out of the car. Martin came around as Kate did some stretches.

“We can hit 407 soon,” he said. “It looks busy, but can’t possibly be worse than what we just left.”

“No, it can’t. I need to get a drink and use the loo. As I said, you can go on. I’ll be fine from here. Thanks so much for your help.”

“No problem. Look, I’ll check in with you when I get to another stop unless I hear from you first, okay?”

“Good idea. Thanks. I might just find a place near here and crash early. Not sure I can handle more highway.”

“How did you get to Ottawa anyhow?”

“I had two drivers, then. Rachel has her G2,” Kate pointed out. “And she has a lot more confidence than me where cars are concerned. We also went on a weekend, so the Toronto traffic wasn’t as bad.”

“Got it. Talk to you later,” Martin said. “Take it easy, eh. You’ll be fine.”

“Yep. Bye.”

Martin returned to his van and backed out while Kate went inside.

As she enjoyed a large tea, Kate checked her hotel app for something nearby. There were options, but she realized that she really did not want to be staying somewhere in the middle of Scarborough. Too long a drive home the next day. She also realized that staying here would likely end any chance of another meetup with her potential new partner.

Returning to the car, Kate headed north on Markham Road towards 407. The traffic was slow but better than the near parking lot on the highway. Soon she pulled onto the toll highway and cruised West.

As she entered Brampton, the phone rang with Martin’s number. Kate answered with a smile.

“So where are you?” he asked.

“Brampton and moving well on 407. I’m going to aim for the Cambridge North service centre and then make decisions about the rest of the journey.”

“Okay. I am almost there myself. Look for my van when you come in. If I am still here, text me and we’ll connect.”

“Sure. See you then,” Kate answered and hung up.

She suspected that Martin would somehow have a reason to still be there. At least, Kate hoped he would.

“And maybe he’ll be parked in an out-of-the-way spot, too,” she mused, lusty feelings from earlier stirring.

When she pulled in, Kate spotted the van. Martin parked, as she hoped, well out from the service centre and main crowd of vehicles. The idea of hooking up in the service centre parking lot excited Kate even as it scared her, too. She parked midway between him and the building, figuring that parking too close would be indiscreet if things got steamy between them.

“I’m here, Mart,” she texted. “Going to go inside to use the facilities. I don’t really have anything else to do here except meet you.”

“I’m in the van. I’ll come in if you want. Otherwise, come over.”

“I’ll be over in a bit. Even if we just talk, I want privacy.”

In the washroom, Kate caught herself playing with her pussy.

“No, save it until you see how this goes. You might get better than your own fingers out of this,” she chided, pulling her hand away.

The door opened to admit her when Kate reached the van. It was darker inside and she realized the window covers were up. Small light strips along the walls provided just enough illumination. Kate smiled at Martin as he pulled the door closed. The bed was set up with sheets and a comforter.

As Martin closed the door, Kate kicked off her shoes, then turned to him. He moved close and Kate slipped her arms around his torso. Their mouths met, opened, and then Martin’s tongue slid in to meet hers. His hands stroked her back and ass as they stood in the tiny kitchenette making out.

“Are you okay with this?” Martin asked after a couple of long, hot kisses, “I keep thinking about what happened in Newcastle.”

“Me too. I am so up for this,” Kate responded, undoing her shorts.

They hit the floor, then she stripped off her tank top.

Martin drank in the sight of Kate nearly naked as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. That exposed a muscular chest and some toned abs. His jeans came off next, giving Kate a look at the large bulge in his briefs.

They stared at each other for a moment, then Kate boldly stepped closer to Martin. With one hand, she pulled his mouth back to hers. With the other, she massaged the bulge in his briefs, feeling his cock stiffening at her touch.

“On the bed, big boy,” she ordered after sliding his briefs down to release his cock.

Martin was a big guy, maybe seven inches and thick. Kate’s eagerness to have it in her pussy had her almost dripping.

The young man stepped out of his briefs, then lay down on the bed and smiled at Kate. Kate smiled back and shed her own briefs. She lay down between Martin’s legs on her belly. After stroking his cock with her fingers a few times, Kate began licking it up and down. Finally, she circled his head with her tongue before putting her lips around it. She slid her lips down his erect shaft, taking in as much of him as she dared. As she began to suck Martin’s cock, Kate slid a hand between her thighs to caress her aroused pussy.

The taste of precum alerted Kate that her partner was probably getting quite aroused. She crawled up over him. After checking the ceiling height, she straddled his thighs. There was enough clearance to ride him, Kate figured.

Kate spread her lips with her fingers and slid down onto Martin’s stiff prick. The thickness stretched her open like she wanted, filling her in a way that no toy could.

“Oh shit, that feels good,” Kate gasped when he was all the way in.

“Me too. You’re really wet.”

“I haven’t been fucked in months.”

Kate held his cock inside, grinding against him. Then she began slow up-and-down movements, sliding along his thickness. She enjoyed how his cock felt moving inside her. Kate leaned over Martin, supporting herself on her arms. He cupped her tits in his hands to massage them and rub her nipples as she rode him.

Feeling her orgasm close and guessing Martin was, too, Kate dismounted and lay on her back. Martin mounted her and slid in, fucking her with fast, deep thrusts. His eyes closed and he groaned as his cock throbbed inside Kate, filling her with his cream.

Expended, Martin pulled out and quickly moved down between Kate’s thighs. He lapped up their mingled juices as they seeped out of her, then began sucking her clit. A finger slid inside and sought Kate’s inner spot, which it found.

A couple of minutes of Martin going at both her clit and G-spot had Kate howling as an intense orgasm seized hold of her. Martin kept going, driving her to a second, milder climax before stopping.

“Wow, thank you,” Kate said when Martin lay alongside her and kissed her lips and neck. “Best orgasm in a while.”

“Glad you enjoyed it. I did, too. Been a while for me as well. Um, we didn’t use protection, eh?”

Kate giggled.

“Don’t worry, I learned my lesson. I started on birth control once I started dating again after Rachel got older. It’s been on and off, but I’m on right now.”

Martin looked relieved and asked, “So are you interested in spending the night with me? The place I am staying isn’t far and I know I can get a spot that’s fairly private.”

“Sure. We can set the directions up on Google Maps on my phone and then I’ll meet you there.”

“Good plan.”

Kate pulled into Highway 24 Motel and Camping an hour later. She parked in the guest parking and signed in as Martin had instructed her. He had already registered her as his guest. She walked down the rough dirt tracks that passed for driveways, pulling her suitcase until she found Martin’s van tucked in amidst some trees. He was waiting outside in swim trunks.

“Hit the pool?” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be great. Can I change in your van?”

“For sure.”

Inside, Kate dug her bikini out of the suitcase and quickly changed. It was not the skimpiest on Earth, but men seemed to like seeing her in it. Kate had only brought it in case she had a chance to enjoy a hotel pool in Ottawa or on the way home. Now she was glad that she had.

Martin and Kate had the pool to themselves, which let them flirt openly as they splashed and swam around. Martin finally corralled Kate in a corner of the deeper end. As he kissed her, Martin’s hand slid into Kate’s bikini bottom and massaged her. Kate squeezed Martin’s cock through his trunks, then rubbed it. She was delighted to feel it harden.

“I locked the gate, by the way,” Martin whispered.

“You bad boy. So we are all alone in here?”

“Very.”

Giggling, Kate slid her bottom off and tossed it on the deck, where it was quickly joined by Martin’s trunks. They resumed kissing and playing with each other’s genitals.

“Sit on the edge,” Kate told Martin.

Martin lifted himself out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs parted. Kate moved in and took his cock in her mouth. She worked him with her lips and tongue, enjoying his hardness. Under the water, Kate masturbated, getting herself ready.

Kate released Martin’s cock and he got back in the water. They moved to the shallow end where Kate bent over and leaned against the pool rim. Martin took her from behind, sliding his stiff cock into her wetness.

For a few minutes, Martin fucked Kate slowly, letting her savour each penetration. He slid a hand underneath Kate to massage her engorged bud. As his arousal built, Martin picked up the pace until he was vigorously pounding her pussy. Waves rippled out from the movement of their bodies.

“Oh yes!” he groaned as his cock pulsed, pumping a load into Kate’s pussy.

When he was expended, Martin pulled out and knelt behind her in the water. His finger and tongue went to work. The former massaged Kate’s clit, the latter lapped at her dripping slit. With a moan, then a muted cry, Kate climaxed. She almost lost strength in her legs but held on until her orgasm quieted.

They kissed and caressed each other for a few minutes after that. Hearing some noises outside, they put their swimsuits back on. As they left the pool, an older couple gave them a funny look.

“Shit, they must have heard me cum,” Kate whispered.

Both she and Martin giggled as they headed for Martin’s van holding hands.

Inside, the couple stripped and dove into bed. Kate mounted Martin’s face, then bent down to start sucking him again. For uncounted minutes, they lay in that 69, enjoying each other. Martin’s tongue and fingers worked Kate into a literal lather. His cock was buried almost completely in Kate’s mouth, the head at her throat.

“I have an idea,” Kate said when she paused for a breath.

“Sure.”

“You ever had a woman’s ass?”

“A few times. I have condoms and lube.”

“Excellent. And I have a little something else.”

She climbed out of bed and dug through her bag until she came up with her vibrator. Kate stared at it, not really believing that she was going through with this. Sex with Martin was like some porn fantasy coming alive already. Doing something like this seemed really over the top for her.

“What the fuck, I’m horny and so is he. Something a bit kinky is in order,” she thought as she headed back to the bed.

Martin was waiting with a condom and a bottle of lubricant ready. He looked at the toy and grinned.

“So I fuck your ass while you have that in your puss?” he asked.

“Amen, baby,” Kate responded. She felt incredibly dirty. While she’d had anal before, it had always been the man initiating it.

She lubed the vibe and slipped it in, then opened the app on her phone.

“You want to control this or shall I?”

“Oh please, let me,” Martin said.

Kate gave him a quick tour of the controls, then passed him her phone. They lay on the bed on their sides with Kate’s back to Martin. He moved down and began by licking the length of her crack, ending by rimming her with first his tongue, then a finger. She felt the lubed finger penetrate her anus a little.

“How is that?” he asked.

“Good. Keep going.”

Martin slowly fucked her back hole with the finger. With his other hand, he started the vibrator on a low setting and a basic pattern. Kate lay still and just enjoyed the double stimulation of the toy and finger.

The finger slipped out, and Martin moved back up behind her. He quickly sheathed and lubed his cock, then pressed the head against her rosebud. As Martin slid inside, he tapped the screen. Kate felt the familiar vibrations of one of her presets. He must have guessed that’s what it was. She often used this pattern while reading steamy romance novels in bed at home.

Slowly, Martin fucked Kate’s ass, his thick cock stretching her to the point of mild pain. Kate found she actually enjoyed the feeling, especially in concert with the vibrations.

“Jesus, this is good. Why have I never done this before?” she gasped.

Martin just grinned and turned up the frequency on the vibe. Kate gasped again at the stronger stimulation. At the same time, he began fucking her ass faster and harder, driving in deep. Reaching around, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it, then pinched and rubbed the stiff peak.

With the vibe in her pussy, Martin’s cock in her ass, and her nipple being stimulated, Kate’s senses overloaded. She came hard, mind blank and body shaking.

Martin kept going mercilessly, fucking her and letting the vibe keep doing its work inside her pussy. Kate came again, then Martin came hard, groaning out something inarticulate as his orgasm erupted and rocked his body.

“I have never ever cum like that before,” Kate said when they had cleaned up and were snuggling down for some sleep.

“Me neither. I would never have thought of using a toy like that.”

“I’ve never used it with a partner before, either,” Kate admitted. “You’re bringing out the best, or at least the horniest, in me.”

They kissed, then Kate cuddled up against Martin; leg over his, arm across his chest.

“How long do you have this spot, anyhow? Just tonight?” she asked in a whisper. Her voice had an edge of disappointment in it.

Martin gave her a squeeze and a kiss, then replied, “It’s quiet here now that school is in and the owner is a friend. I can probably get it for longer. Or if you don’t mind some driving tomorrow, one of my places isn’t far. Only a bit over an hour from here. Then we can have a spot for as long as we want. I even have a cabin there that I use sometimes. You want this to last longer, I take it?”

“I do. What do you think?”

“Yeah, I want more. You’re an amazing woman, Kate. This has turned into one of the hottest days of my life.”

“Good,” Kate said. “I am off work for the rest of the week, so let’s settle somewhere and see what other fun we can get up to.”

Then she yawned.

“But first, I need sleep. It has been a long day.”

Martin smiled and kissed her, then switched off the lights. In the dark, he held and gently caressed Kate until sleep overtook her.