When Kerry Left Yellowstone (MF) | 2016

Early, the next morning Kerry and I were the first in line at the store, buying the largest box of condoms (6) they carried. We used everyone of those that day. We fucked like rabbits in her room. It was over so quick that I stumbled face first on the floor.

Together we showered, and screwed standing. Standing sex isn't easy. The water faucet poked her ass several times. I hit my head on the shower head and about pulled down the curtains when I slipped. I ended holding her legs up as I drilled her against the wall.

Condom three was used as soon as we arrived at my room after lunch. I had tried to bend her over and fuck her from behind. She refused saying that she didn't like being fucked like a dog. Instead she climbed on top, cowgirl style, riding me until I couldn't take it any longer.

After a short afternoon nap, I woke with a bonner. As she slept I pulled on a condom. Kerry woke the moment I moved her leg so I could slide inside of her sideways. She didn't complain almost seeming to sleep through my thrusting till the very end. She kissed me as I cam.

Five was used later, after diner. I recall that the most, because we ran into Dawn locking the door to her room. I didn't know what to say or what to do. Stammering out a hello seemed like the worst thing ever. Dawn seemed very happy and unconcerned about the night before. As soon as Kerry and I were alone in my room, all I could think of was Dawn. Yeah, I was fucking Kerry imagining she was Dawn. It was hard to confuse the two women. Dawn had full heavy breasts, a plump ass and a little bit of a stomach where Kerry had firm little tits, a bubble butt and flat belly.

Half way through, Kerry pushed me off saying I was hurting her and was going too deep and too hard. Right there I had to change my mindset, take a deep breath and be with the woman I had chosen to be with. Yeah, Dawn and I could have had something, but it didn't matter any longer. Kerry was laying right there in front of me, her legs spread, arms above her head with her dark hair curtaining out around her.

Gentler than before, I pushed back inside of her, saying, "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I'll be more careful." We finished up within a few seconds after that and laid in each others arms resting.

The last condom was used a little later, much faster than the other five. It wasn't that I lasted all that long back then. I'm sure I lasted less than a few minutes, but I had a reserve of energy and could get it up just thinking about sex. We had used the last condom almost too quickly and I was still ready to go. So I instructed Kerry how to properly jerk me off. She wasn't very good, and I ended up kind of humping her hand and spewing on her stomach.

Later, after I tried to eat her out, which she didn't really enjoy, I asked for a blow job. She was even worse at that. She held my dick like someone holding a pipe bomb that was ready to explode. She kissed it here and there with very little enthusiasm. I tried to push myself into her mouth but she got mad at that and our day of unrelenting sex was over.

The next morning we borrowed a friends car and drove to town. Gardener was just a few miles outside of Yellowstone, however from Mammoth it took a good hour to get there. Now I said town, but if you blinked... Well, you get it I'm sure. There was not much there but a small shopping center and a few summer bars that hosted some of the greatest parties.

This time I was not going to run out of condoms and bought a 24 pack. Kerry and I stopped by one of the bars that served this home cooked pizza. It wasn't the best pizza in the country, but there was nothing within a hundred miles that even came close. The place was dim, with a very old rustic feel. The bar dominated the middle portion of the place, with little cubby like rooms for the booths all around. These booths were somewhat secluded from the rest of the bar and it had been said that a couple could make out in one without anyone being the wiser. So that was the plan in the back of my head as I requested a booth. We sat side by side, Kerry toward the curtained window.

Drinks in hand, the pizza ordered, I made my move. Or at the time what I considered to be my move. It started with a hand to Kerry's bare knee, rubbing her smooth soft skin tenderly. She leaned back, enjoying my touch so much that I worked up to her thigh. She closed her eyes, knees parting ever so slightly. My fingers maneuvered to her fleshy inner thigh brushing the cuff of her shorts. Her legs parted more as if inviting a more intimate touch. Her shorts were too tight for even a single finger, so I went for the button.

At this, she opened her eyes, not looking at me, but past me checking our surroundings. She then helped with her pants so I could put my hand could fit down the front. As was the norm for Kerry, I found her pubic hair wet. Thinking back, I believed all girls just started out as wet as Kerry. Now, I realize that she was just as horny as I was.

It took a few moments to find my way through her pubic hair before striking it rich again her hardening little clit. Just as I started to rub it in tiny circles, the pizza arrived. I didn't remove my hand as the waiter asked if we needed anything else. As soon as he left, I returned my concentration to the circles. Kerry wiggled her hips with every few circles, her hand gripping my upper thigh tightly. She started to hiss in breaths between her teeth, exhaling with a muffled moan.

As her passion built, her hand moved from my thigh to my crotch, searching out my erection. It took her a moment and some not so subtitle hips shacking on my part, before she realized that my cock was against my other thigh. Once found she rubbed it through my pants.

Gently, I pushed my middle finger inside her. She gasped aloud at the angle of my finger, wiggling intensely. I had done something right. As she wiggled back and forth, I rocked my thumb over her little passion button. Quickly, she was shuttering intensely as in the throws of a seizure. Her feet extended rigidly, her knees knocking the top of the table, her hand grasping my cock like the handle of a roller coaster.

Slowly, she went limp, smiling at me as her shuttering elapsed into periodic spasms. The waiter returned asking if anything was wrong with our food. It had been more than five minutes and we hadn't touched anything. We assured him everything was okay and got ourselves together. We ate in silence. That was certainly the first time Kerry actually cam and it was far different from what I had expected. It was stunning, frightening and exhilarating all at the same time and I was ready to improve my skills as soon as possible.

I guess that experience is the perfect example of how Kerry and my relationship went. A slow build up of passion resulting in making us totally unaware of our surrounding while we were together until the point we were both spent and ready to get on with our lives. I met Kerry in August, she left Yellowstone in mid October. Looking back those three months feel dark. Not bad dark, but as if I lived those months at night in a dove, hidden away from public view in our rooms and just being completely unsocial like we were the only two people up there in those mountains.

It was easy to get lost up there. I remember going on hikes up in the foothills, loosing ourselves out there. There was this green meadow that I recall being a vivid green full of life. Small insects fluttered around windflowers as I chased Kerry, pulling at her clothes. We collapsed in each other's arms under the shad of a giant pine tree, shedding our unwanted clothes. We knew one another's bodies and were adept at arousing and pleasing the other. Like most of our encounters it was over all too quickly, leaving us exhausted quietly laying side by side.

The air was crisp chilling our naked skin and still today, when the air is cool with the sun glaring into my eyes through the leaves of a tree I recall how Kerry felt in my arms. Just the smell of pine trees reminds me of that day fondly. I had loved her dearly, but our time was short, and growing shorter as the weather turned.

By the end of September it started snowing and our days outside ended. Between eating, working and staying clean, we lived in my dorm, abandoning her room all together. Between our love making we talked about the coming end of our stay. The work year, in most areas of Yellowstone, lasted from early March to November and Kerry's contract was up in October. I had singed on to work till January in Old Faithful, the only part of Yellowstone open year round. Being that she didn't like the snow it was decided that she would go home and then fly down to Texas in February.

Kerry's last days in the park flooded past leaving me emotionless at what had past by so quickly. Let's just say I didn't know how to handle the end of a relationship. Her parents had drove in to pick her up and I was forced to behave myself and act like a gentleman. Not that I was a jerk, but I had too keep my hands to myself. Kerry slept in her own room with her parents and the sexual side of our relationship was suddenly something taboo and unspoken as if it had never existed. It also forced us back out into the world. Suddenly we were eating with others during normal meal periods and talking to long lost friends.

Our last meal was lunch, where our friends joined her parents and we all ate together at a long table. It turned into a going away meal for Kerry as Dawn had gone to town and brought back a cake. Together we all promised to stay in touch. Numbers were exchanged and promises were made. And Kerry was gone, waving from the back window as they drove away.

A part of me was sad but standing next to Dawn again made me feel as if I had suddenly returned to the land of the living. I was abundantly aware that I hadn't spoken to Dawn in a month and that made me feel like a jerk. Dawn, as always, was pleasant, never letting on that anything was amiss. In fact the very next day she woke me up early saying that I had to get out of bed and get on with my life. "Mopping is not allowed in Yellowstone," she had told me.