The construction company I work with deals with projects that can take a year or more to complete. My team and I are responsible for the start-up of the job which requires several months and long hours. Although I enjoy the job and the challenges that go with it, at the end of the project I take a month off to recuperate.
Recently I worked on a power plant for a utility on the west coast. Fortunately the job was to be completed by the first part of June. Once my boss and I determined my end date, I started looking at my next vacation spot. I've never been to Alaska and everyone I've talked with just loved it so I started searching the internet for places to visit.
Working with a travel agent, we came up with a nice three-week trip that included several cities. When I do trips like this I prefer to stay in B&Bs. When you are staying more than a day, they're wonderful. They're comfortable and most of the time the owners are friendly and engaging. I also appreciate their recommendations for local restaurants and directions to their favorite hiking trails and interesting sites.
The last stop on my travel itinerary was a visit to Talkeetna which is an old city by Alaska's standards and near Mt. McKinley or Denali as it is also known. It was my trip to Talkeetna that was most memorable. It always brings a smile and an erection when remembering. I got a lot more than just a bed and breakfast; make that a whole lot more. I will say Denali is impressive but seeing two lovely women naked and eager for sex is a memory I love recalling.
My day started simply enough with a drive from Homer. Very scenic and the length isn't too bad when you have your favorite tunes playing on an iPod. I arrived mid-afternoon and walked up to the front door. The door was locked so I rang the bell. Nothing. I thought I could hear sounds coming from the house so I walked around to the back. I had no sooner turned the corner when I was drenched by a bucket of warm soapy water. Now, this is the kind of scene you would find in movies starring Laurel and Hardy or Buster Keaton but I never thought it would happen to me in real life.
The look of shock and dismay on the person's face was priceless. I recognized her as being the owner from the web site and her name was Alice. It seems she had been cleaning the deck and had just tossed the water at precisely the right moment. She couldn't apologize fast enough. The more she tried, the more tongue tied she got. She was attractive and I was doing my best not to laugh while she was working hard to say how sorry she was. She got me good because I was wet from head to toe. Once I could get a word in, I tried to assure her it was OK and told her I was there to check in.
Alice looked at her arm and realized she wasn't wearing a watch which brought further dismay when she realized she had lost track of the time. She told me to wait a moment then ran in the house to fetch a towel. While helping me dry, she started apologizing all over again. I'm not sure if she was distracted or what because she ran that towel down the front of my shirt and shorts. When she knelt down to dry my legs, I had to think of something to keep my dick from creating a bulge at her eye level. Sensing failure in this regard was imminent, I pulled her up and, with a big smile, said it was OK. She directed me to my apartment and requested all my clothes while I showered. I was glad I had worn my bikini briefs and not the larger pair. She also requested my keys so she could get my luggage from my car. I protested but she kept insisting so I relented. As I handed her my wet clothes, she asked if she could make some amends by serving some wine and cheese. I gladly accepted the offer.
I emerged from my room refreshed and dressed with the intention of heading out later for dinner. Fortunately, Alice had other ideas. She went all out with the wine and cheese. There was even a bowl of blueberries and strawberries, from her garden of course. We drank some wine but I could tell she was still unhinged by what had happened. I tried to lighten the situation and suggested she revise her web page to include the water initiation for new guest. She gave me a stunned look and finally burst out laughing. I could see her relax and from then on our conversations flowed more freely.
With wine glasses in hand, she took me on a tour. It was a nice hotel with spacious bedrooms. I was the only guest booked to stay for the next several days. She told me that she had received it in her divorce settlement. She was not so fortunate with the Cessna 182, however. She had to settle for joint ownership with her ex-husband. "I get to use it for free if it's available. I just have to pay for the gas."
Alice stands about chin high to my 6 feet and she has curly, shoulder length, blond hair. Her blue eyes complete the package of this beautiful lady. Looking lower, it was difficult not to stare at her breasts - I'd guess about a B or C size, perfect for my hands to hold - as her nipples often made their presence known pushing out from her shirt. They looked very nice with her slim figure.
It appeared she was feeling more at ease because I got a lot more than the usual nickel tour. When I told her I used to be a pilot, she showed me pictures of the various planes she owned through the years. When we sat together and looked at the photos, I felt a jolt when we touched. It surprised us both but after a while I couldn't help but notice that the physical distance separating us was greatly decreased.
The wine flowed freely and so did the conversation. It doesn't get dark very early in June and by the time we looked at the clock, it was already evening. Just as I was about to ask her recommendations for a restaurant, she invited me to stay for dinner. "Only if I can help," I responded.
"Grilled salmon OK with you?"
"Absolutely, and I'd love to see how you prepare it. I'm always open to improving my cooking."
"Great. I have some recipes you can look over, too."
I thought I would be looking over her shoulder but instead I was doing most of the work while she supervised. While the grill was warming up, we made all the side dishes and the topping she had me prepare consisted of cherry tomatoes, charred corn, and a basil relish.
Dinner was excellent, if I do say so myself, and as good or better than any restaurant, too. We toasted to water initiations, flying, vacations, and more. All the wine seemed to be reducing our inhibitions and freeing our tongues.
We adjourned to the living room that had a large window facing Denali. Unfortunately, most of it was in clouds but it was still a lovely view and as we sat on the couch she snuggled up to me. I held her and we talked some more. The conversation became more intimate. We talked about our dreams, goals, fears, and some of our past.
Alice had been divorced for a couple of years and although she loved the area, the winters were long. The summers were busy with guests but it is a short season. "The permanent residents are like family but still there are times when you feel alone and lonely, especially after ten years of marriage," she said.
