This is the fourth installment of a multi-part series featuring Jake Rogers, a well hung Army vet and domineering lover who works as a "traveler," an ER nurse living out of an Airmstream trailer while doing three month hospital stints throughout the west. Per usual, all characters are fictitious and of legal age.
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"Hi Jake, it's Hannah!" he heard her say as she rapped on the screen door of his trailer, "I baked some muffins. You got coffee?"
It was Saturday morning and Jake had pulled into Jackson Hole, Wyoming Thursday evening and parked his Airstream by the garage on Hannah Cronin's property. He'd met Hannah and her grown daughter earlier that summer in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. They were all fly fishing on the Yampa River when Hannah's daughter slipped and fell, getting a nasty gash in her hand from a sharp rock.
Fortunately Jake was nearby and heard her scream, so he went into ER mode and tended to her with the medic gear he kept in his truck. She needed a few stitches, and he gave her the same level of care she would have gotten in the Steamboat ER room where he was working as a nurse.
Both mother and daughter were beyond grateful, and since all three were done fishing for the day, Jake pulled out his cooler and passed around beers. And when he stepped out of his waders and took a seat on the back gate of his truck, the ladies got a gander at the sizeable bulge in the crotch of his jeans and knew he was packing some serious meat.
As they drank and talked, Jake learned they were on a mother-daughter getaway in Steamboat and that Amy, the daughter, was a student in Boulder and Hannah was a lawyer in Jackson. Both ladies were slim beauties with sandy blonde hair and nice curves, especially the mom, and they in turn admired the tall studly ER nurse who had come to their rescue.
As it turned out, Jake was considering his options for his next nursing stint and his agency had offered him a three month gig in Jackson. He'd been there a few times over the years on his way to Yellowstone and the Grand Teton National Park. And though he didn't like, thanks to Wyoming's 0% income tax, how it'd become a rich folks haven, the town was nestled in the beautiful Jackson Hole valley surrounded by the stunning Tetons.
Discovering Jake's interest in Jackson, Hannah talked up the town and offered that maybe he could park his trailer on her property while he was there, so they traded numbers before parting and agreed to keep in touch.
After extending the tentative offer for Jake to camp at her place, Hannah had some second thoughts. She realized she didn't really know this guy, and also feared he might be too much of a distraction, given his studly good looks and the hefty package that she fantasized wrapping her lips around.
But when they spoke on the phone he'd put her mind at ease, telling her how he'd stayed on quite a few people's properties during his time as a traveler and strove to be unobtrusive. And wanting to make sure she felt safe, he gave her the names and numbers of a few folks who'd hosted him and encouraged her to give them a call.
As they talked, Jake learned Hannah was divorced and had a nice piece of property outside of Jackson in a pine forest at the foot of the Tetons. And in lieu of money, all she asked in return was that he help exercise the two horses she boarded at a nearby stable.
So when Jake arrived in early September, Hannah greeted him and showed him where to park his rig. The home's previous owner had owned a big RV and installed a large concrete pad along with water and electrical hookups in a spot near the garage with a prime view of the Tetons. Then asking if he'd like to go riding with her on Saturday morning, she left him alone to get situated and headed back inside her big modern mountain style home.
Jake went into town on Friday to run errands and do paperwork for his job at the hospital, and then went back to Hannah's to finish setting up his rig. He pulled out the trailer's awning and arranged a table and chairs underneath, and that's where he and Hannah settled in for their Saturday morning coffee and muffins.
Sizing each other up as they talked, Jake was pleased to see Hannah was even more attractive than he remembered. She carried herself with the confidence of a successful attorney but had the familiar, easygoing western manner and sense of humor he enjoyed. She was dressed for riding in boots, jeans and a denim shirt that was unbuttoned enough to give a nice view of her chest's lush cleavage, which was just one of the places where Jake expected he'd soon be sliding his big cock.
Having been happily divorced for ten years, Hannah was 45, a partner in an established law firm started by her grandfather, and had several "friends with benefits," so she wasn't particularly on the hunt for a new man. But she'd had a visceral attraction to the handsome Army vet when they first met, and now knew he'd be the just the kind of distraction she needed.
Her daughter had fairly swooned when Jake administered first aid to her on the river in Steamboat. And she'd since told Hannah that if he camped at her place she'd be crazy not to "bonk his brains out." And the more she and Jake talked, the more she wanted to do just that, and the sooner the better.
"Got any whiskey for our coffee?" Hannah asked as she leaned back in her chair and stretched, arching up her lovely chest and giving Jake a warm smile, "We need to have a proper 'Welcome to Jackson' toast."
Suffice to say, the horses didn't get ridden as planned that morning. Because after Jake brought out a bottle of good Irish whiskey for their coffee, which they followed with a few solo shots, he went inside to make omelets while Hannah went back to the house and mixed up a pitcher of mimosas. And after downing a few of those, any inhibitions she may have had were long gone and she was soon sitting on Jake's lap as they continued talking and laughing.
"You know, I planned to give you a few days to settle in before I tried to seduce you," she said as she slid a hand inside his shirt and rubbed his burly chest. "But since you saved my daughter's life, I believe you need to be rewarded."
"Yeah, it was pretty touch and go with her," Jake chuckled, "Especially when I put that shot of Novocaine in her hand before stitching her up."
"Uh huh, she's never liked needles," Hannah laughed as she moved in for their first kiss, a long drawn out affair that morphed into some open mouth tongue action.
"I've never done it in a trailer before," she whispered when they came up for air.
"Mmmm...yeah, well there are a few things you need to know before we head that direction," Jake replied with a nod towards his Airstream.
"Don't tell me you've got a sock stuffed in your pants and this bulge isn't real!" Hannah giggled as she groped his crotch.
"Nope, it's all real. But here's the deal," he continued, looking her in the eyes so she knew he was serious, "I'm a dominant, and I'm in control of the ladies I fuck. You can trust that I won't hurt you, and we can stop whenever you want. But I'm gonna ask you to do some things you've probably never done before, and I'm gonna expect you to be submissive."
"Really?" she said with a wide-eyed smile, "That sounds fun!"
