Steamboat Springs New Start Pt 02

Part Two, Gail and Sandy

Denver is only a distant dream to me now. It's funny how easily unhappy times in life can be pushed behind you. But there is always a dark shadow right behind you. When you stop and let your guard down the dark thoughts can overwhelm you in an instant. While driving these past few lonely miles I basically shifted into my numb mode. Stop thinking. Watch the world go by but not let anything register. The occasional thoughts of what I left behind try to sneak in, but I can blank them out and stay semi-comatose. But the last few miles have been a little tough. Doubt and dark thoughts keep me wondering if I am making a huge fucking mistake.

This part of my story finds me in the middle of Bum Fuck Northern Colorado. This is unattractive, high mountain plains, with little spots of agrarian culture dropped in here and there. The towns are small and far apart. They are little bits of nothing dropped in the middle of nowhere. Near as I can tell there isn't much to do around here but drink and make babies. Sure, it may be fun to visit for a weekend, but, Christ, you can only camp and fish and hunt or ski for so long before you get bored out of your mind. No wonder the kids out here were moving away to the big cities. I've only been out here for a couple of hours and I can't wait to get away. At least I had a chance to pick up a couple of strangers that would take my mind off the loneliness that is creeping into every dark corner of my mind. I had to take advantage of this chance meeting.

What harm could there be in offering two women, stranded in the middle of Bum Fuck, a ride. It's not like I didn't have room in the truck. And maybe they weren't going someplace that US 40 went. They could accept the ride offer or walk away. It would be their choice. Not mine. A little company wouldn't be a bad thing. Hell, I thought I was used to being alone. I was wrong. Northwest Colorado is a black hole. What was their angle?

"We just walked from Hot Sulphur Springs and need a lift. Can we crash in the back?" They sounded tired. I don't think their sandals were being kind to their feet. They must have gotten stranded out here. Their plans went south on them. These two women were not prepared for being out here on the side of the road hoping for a ride. They sounded harmless enough and looked to be low maintenance eye candy. Let's try giving them a ride.

"Sure, just push stuff around in the back till you got your space. Hop in." This was simple enough. Steamboat was a couple of hours away. They would be comfortable enough in the pick-up bed, I guess. They threw in their sacks and climbed in the bed from the bumper, over the tailgate. They flopped down and lay back against my stuff. They looked cooked. They looked desperate for a ride.

"Okay...I'm outta here." I got back in the truck and pulled back onto the highway. Kremmling was about 15 miles down the road.

US 40 continued west after Byers Canyon, through more high mountain meadows and pastures. The Front Range Mountain Range and Berthoud pass were far behind me. There was nothing special to see looking out the windshield and side windows. Who ever thought of the slogan "Colorful Colorado" had never been to this part of Colorado. The women were two huddled, disheveled bodies trying to shelter from the wind. The cab just rolled a spinning vortex down on top of them. Cruel engineering.

At the town of Kremmling, US 40 made a turn to the right and headed north towards Rabbit Ears Pass. Going south on SH 9 went to Dillon and I-70. The two women were looking miserable back in the bed. The wind was tearing at their clothes and they looked like the overhead sun was baking them, even though the air was still cool. They held tight to their hats so they wouldn't be blown off and lost. I figured I had to stop and check on them. Maybe they wanted to go south. The truck bed wasn't set up for hitch hikers. I felt bad for them. I pulled off to the side of the road and got out of the cab.

"Well, this arrangement back here sucks..." I said, stating the obvious.

"No...that's okay. We need the ride. We can do it. You can keep goin. Don't worry about us." They didn't want me to put them out on the side of the road. They'd probably been there before.

"Tell ya what. This isn't workin' for me. Let's go back to that gas station at the end of town. State Highway 9 can get you south down to I-70." They knew their luck had run out. They were getting dumped in Kremmling and had no idea when the next ride going west would come along.

"No...no thanks. We'll get out and hitch from here." They started to move their stuff and themselves back to the tailgate.

"Hey, wait. I'm not dumping you here. I just want to change things around so you're not so miserable. Leave your bags in the back and get in the cab." The expressions on their faces went from despair to glimmers of hope. They hopped down to the ground, grabbed their hats and went up to the cab.

"Thank you, sooo much, sir."

"Jim."

"Thank you, sooo much...Jim."

We all got back into the cab. The women smelled like the road. I turned the truck around and drove back to a gas station. I pulled up to a pump and an attendant ran out. I told the women to go to the rest room and freshen up from their miserable time on the road. They left with smiles. I told the attendant to fill the tank and check the tires, oil, hoses, etc. and wash the windshield. He put some air into a couple of tires, washed the windshield and pumped about three gallons of gas. He had a puzzled look on his face when the pump shut off.

"Hmmm...must be something wrong with the gauge. It said I needed more..." I turned the key on and the tank showed full. I had him look to verify it showed full.

"That's weird..."

"Well...let me get some sodas for me and my girls. Sorry about the gas gage. I'll meet you inside." The attendant washed the headlamps and turn signal lenses, chammied the windshield and topped off the tank. He worked his butt off for nothing. But the women had a chance to use the restroom without being hassled. They came back into the office and were very nice to the young attendant. They gave him a hug. He didn't mind my stopping in at all after being fawned over by the women. We gathered up the soft drinks, some snacks and went back to the truck. The women waved appreciatively to the young man who serviced my truck. He smiled and waved back.

"You guys look a whole lot better. Feel better?" I asked. The brunette next to me leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"You are very kind, sir."

"Jim."

"I'm Sandy, Jim." Said the brunette.

"Sandyjim?" I shot back.

"Just Sandy." She said with a chuckle and rolling her eyes up.

"I'm Gail." Said the red head.

"Nice to meet you women. What the hell are you doing out on this God forsaken stretch of road?" Had to find out what their story was. My story was already sad. I could use some cheering up.

"We went to the Pink Floyd concert in KC and we're on our way back home. Headed for San Fran."

"Shouldn't you be up north on I-80?" US 40 wasn't a very straight shot to get to I-80 in Salt Lake.

"Rides are easier to find on the two lanes. Interstates are a crap shoot. Lots of weirdos out there." The women must have done this before. That took guts these days.

"Well, I can get you to Steamboat, anyways. Hopefully you'll do okay from there. Have a soda while they're cold. Snacks too."

We opened the sodas and drank the cold, refreshing fluid as the breeze came in the open windows and vents. The women were visibly cleaner and smelled much better after they used the restroom back at the service station. They looked happier and relaxed. The bench seat was much nicer than the bed behind the cab.

"Thanks for letting us use the service station. They won't even let you past the islands if you don't have a car. And there is no way they'll let you use the restroom, if you're not a customer. Makes it hard being a pedestrian." They were happy to have had a chance to use the restroom and wash up.

"Thanks for letting us ride on with you. We thought we were being dumped back there in Kremmling. Thank you, Jim."

"Not a problem. I shoulda put you in the cab in the first place." I liked their company.

The Gore Mountain Range was just to the west of the highway and ran north through, and beyond, Rabbit Ears. US 40 was only a quarter mile east from the start of the Gore Range slopes. There was flat pasture land to the east of the Gore Range that went as far as the eye could see. Nothing around here but more desolation, cattle ranches and hay meadows.

This whole part of Colorado was agrarian. There were ski areas and cows and not much else. People came here for skiing, camping, fishing and hunting, adding much needed tourist dollars to the economy. This part of Colorado was "in the way" for everyone trying to get someplace else. I was really beginning to wonder if I had made a good decision to move to this part of Colorado. This might be the same as moving to a small town in the middle of Wyoming or Kansas. It was like I was going to some place that would be "good to be from" in a couple of weeks.

US 40 climbed through the small valleys and little hills. Every few miles you could spot a house and barn, way off in the distance, indications of another rancher raising cattle and hay. The mountains to the east were just a memory and you could see none of them. The Gore Range wasn't all that high and there was no timberline at the summits. The dense forest grew to the top of each mountain. This part of the trip was very forgettable.

"This country is so beautiful out here. You live in the area, Jim?" Gail asked. She had a totally different perspective than mine apparently.

"Nah, I'm from Denver. Movin' to Steamboat to start my life over. Couldn't take Denver anymore. Had to get out while I still could." I had felt trapped in Denver and had to get a change of scenery before I became a fixture there.

"We're from the Bay. Going West is always like going home. The Bay will always be home..." Sounded like they were happy by living in San Francisco. Must be nice having a place you wanted to go home to.

"You got family in Steamboat?" Sandy asked.

"No. I'm the Lone Ranger. Don't know anyone. It's gonna be lonely there. Hard making friends in a new town." I said, indicating I was soon to be alone again.

"Well, we're your friends, Jim. So don't be lonely..." Gail offered with a smile.

Sandy scooted right over next to me, kissed me on the cheek and smiled. Then she rested her head on my shoulder. A minute later she pulled away from me, lifted my arm over her shoulder and leaned harder into my ribs. Then she turned her shoulders away from me and slid even further on to me. Her shoulders were facing to the right. Then she took my right hand and pulled it down onto her right tit. I thought "What the fuck...".

"Are you comfortable, Jim." Sandy asked.

"Uh...uh, huh...just a little surprised..." I was stammering like an idiot.

"That's okay, Jim. We appreciate you helping us out of our jam."

I moved my hand on her tit and could feel her nipple. It was erect. Shit, my dick was doing the same thing.

"Mmmm...that feels good, Jim. Let me help you." She picked up my hand, pulled her top away from her chest and put my hand on her naked tit. No bras. Then she settled her top back over my hand. Her tit was warm and the skin had goose bumps. She had a nice round, perky tits, bigger than a handful. God, that felt great. I popped a hard on in a matter of seconds.

"Feel how hard you made my nipple? Nice, gentle fingers. How does my tit feel?" She raised her head to look up at my face.

"I want to feel..." Gail said.

"Oh, you already know what my tits feel like, Gail. Try Jim."

"Is that okay?" Gail asked me.

"Uh...that's okay." Expecting to feel her hand on my chest. I jumped when I felt her tugging on the waist of my jeans. I felt buttons on my fly being undone. I could feel finger tips on the head and shaft of my dick through my underwear. Who were these women? What was happening? Then I felt Sandy's left hand go into my briefs and caress my dick while Gail was struggling with the flies on my jeans.

"Oooo...he's hard, Gail. You have magic hands," Fuck me. I was having trouble concentrating on the road and was swerving over the lines. I had to slow down and get back under control.

"You guys are crazy! Yer gonna make me crash!...God that feels so good..." I slowed down and tried to figure out how to make this go better without killing everyone. I saw a wide spot on the shoulder where there was a gate in the fence, so I pulled off and stopped.

"Oh, you can check out my other tit now." Sandy offered.

Gail was still trying to get into my pants. All the buttons on my fly were undone but she could only get my briefs past halfway down the length of my shaft. Gail was sliding her palm around on the tip of my dick. I felt I could squirt any second. Both Gail and Sandy stopped working on me.

"We need to fix this problem, Jim. Pull your jeans and underwear down, please." Gail was speaking matter of factly.

I braced my feet against the floor boards, raised my butt off the seat and slid my jeans and briefs down to my knees. Gail tried to get to my dick but I couldn't spread my legs far enough apart. Gail dropped down to the floor boards and started taking off my right shoe and sock. Sandy helped to raise my leg and Gail slid the jeans and briefs off my right leg. Now I could spread my legs and give Gail and Sandy plenty of room to work. Sandy slid her top off her shoulders and arms and pushed it down to her waist. She pulled her hands from the bunched-up fabric and was totally naked from the waist up.

"That's better. You like?" Sandy asked.

"Oh, yes. Much safer...much better views." My dick was rock hard and pulsing up and down.

"Look, his dick agrees." Gail said as she watched the tip of my dick bobbing up and down. I was beyond aroused. I had never done this with anyone, let alone two beautiful women. I had no idea how to proceed. What should I do now?

"Kinda hot down here, isn't it? Let's go up on the pass where it's cooler..." Gail suggested.

"We can do that..." I agreed with Gail.

Before I could restart the truck, Gail was scratching my balls and stroking my shaft. It felt so good I had no idea if I would be able to drive or not. Sandy put her back against my side so I had full access to both tits. They were D-cups, if I had to guess. As I played with her tits and nipples, Sandy hiked up her dress until I saw her hairy pussy. No panties. She put her right hand over her clit and began to stroke and rub on herself. With her left hand she was hiking up Gail's dress so she could get access to Gail's pussy. No panties. Sandy was finally able to get two fingers into Gail's pussy and start pumping in and out of her.

I was so aroused I could hardly think. I had to get the truck started, into reverse, back up onto the highway, then run through the forward gears until I was up to highway speed again. This might not be possible to do being ravaged by two women as I tried to drive. I finally got up to 35mph, but could go no faster lest I crash and kill all of us. Gail began to crawl past Sandy until she was under the steering wheel. Then she went in on me to put my dick in her mouth. I almost drove off the road when she sucked me in and started tonguing me while I was in her mouth.

"Easy big fella..." Sandy warned me.

"God, it feels so good." I moaned.

"I love it when Gail goes down on me. I feel ya..." Sandy replied.

Gail got her left arm free and reached back to Sandy's pussy. She found the swollen and erect clitoris buried under the hood, in the lips and began rubbing her furiously. Sandy went comatose. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned continuously. I continued to play with Sandy's perky tits and rock-hard nipples. Gails moans indicated she liked being finger fucked by Sandy. Gail's head sliding up and down on my dick while she sucked and licked was pushing me to the edge. If I came, we were gonna crash. I saw the sign for the Whiteley Peak overlook and pulled off. I pulled off the road as far as I could and shut off the engine.

I put my left hand on the back of Gail's head and pushed for dear life. She was bobbing almost all the way off my dick and then going down to where I could feel myself going into her throat. She did that over and over. Gail had amazing control of her body and she was driven in what she was doing to me and Sandy. I felt myself approach the point of no return. Her stimulation had filled me to the limit with sexual tension and my bucket burst.

"Oh fuck, Gail. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, don't stop. Oh God, it feels so good..." I felt my prostrate contract. I could feel pressure from the prostrate down to my balls. I felt the sperm and semen rushing into the shaft of my dick and pulsing up to my dick head. My balls contracted and got hard. The ejaculation contractions started and cum shot out deep into Gail's throat. Each squirt released a huge wave of pleasure that flowed out from my dick and throughout all my body. My dick itself was nothing but feelings of pleasure. Gail kept stroking up and down with her mouth and tongue, generating additional pleasure even after I had stopped ejaculating. She swallowed every drop of ejaculate that squirted out of the end of my dick. And she kept sucking and licking to make sure I was completely clean and only moist from her saliva. She kept my dick in her mouth and kept sucking.

Gail kept rubbing on Sandy until she finally exploded into an intense orgasm. Sandy's hips were bucking up and down with each wave of pleasure crashing out of her pussy and throughout her body. Her nipples were swollen and rock hard. Her areolas engorged with blood and swelled up. The areolas had goose bumps. Sandy grunted with each contraction of her pussy. She held her hand over Gail's hand and ground them into her clit. She slowly came down from her orgasmic release and opened her eyes again.

"Where are we?" She wondered.

"Heaven...and Gail is God." I answered.

Gail removed her mouth from my dick and pulled her hand from Sandy's pussy. Sandy pulled her fingers off Gail's pussy. Gail had to wait for Sandy and I to come back down to earth. My dick was slowly getting soft again. Sandy was able to remember where she was and what had just happened. Sandy and I had just experienced beautiful orgasms and Gail was the reason.

Sandy sat back up. When Gail got up from the floor boards, I pulled her to me and gave her a long passionate kiss with lots of tongue. My hand went under her top and found her nipples and B-cup tits. No bra. Gail was perky and very soft. Her skin was warm and smooth. She pulled her top down and pulled my face from hers. I saw her tits and quickly took one of the nipples in my mouth. The nipple went hard immediately and stood out from her tit onto my tongue. I licked circles around it and sucked as Gail purred.

Sandy slid her hands up under Gail's dress. Gail spread her legs to let Sandy have access to her pussy. Gail held my mouth onto her tit. After a couple minutes, Gail pushed me off her chest and pulled her dress up to show Sandy rubbing on her clit. Gail took Sandy's hand off her clit and stopped getting all the attention. I thought we had done something wrong to turn her off. I was wrong.

Gail turned her back to me and lay down on the bench with her left foot on the floor board, her right leg against the seat back and her right foot on the door. Then she pushed Sandy back against the door between her legs. Sandy lifted her left leg up over Gail's left leg. Sandy lifted her butt off the seat and positioned her hips over Gail's. Sandy slowly lowered herself back down until her pussy made contact with Gail's pussy. The two women were sitting on the bench seat, legs scissored and pussies pressed against each other. Gail closed her eyes and smiled serenely with her head on my lap. My dick was buried in her red hair. Her scalp was pushing into my hardening dick.