Average Joe - Ch. 01 - The Arrival

Average Joe: Ch 1 - The Arrival

By Nutmegman

I was sitting under the awning of my camper. A book was in my hands, but I wasn't reading. I was just looking out into oblivion.

I still couldn't believe I was here alone. Every year for the past 13 years, she was here with me. It was her idea to come here and not go anywhere else. We had so much fun here.

Last year, it was the best, until a week after returning home, and being served with divorce papers.

It was sudden. No arguments, no change in behavior, no lack of sex, no missing anything from the timeline. She just wants a divorce, and was moving out. No explanation. No understanding.

51 weeks later, I still don't understand. We split everything. Sold the house. I didn't contest it. I didn't understand it. I still don't understand it.

She never once answered my questions, or spoke to me again. Why?

I didn't cheat or even come close to it. She was my best friend, my true love. Gone, as if she died.

I asked her friends, and they are as baffled as I am. They haven't heard from her either.

I'm now alone. At the campground, for the summer. I did ask for a different site, at least, away from that one, that we had for years. All summer is a change, too.

I thought about going somewhere else. But I ended up coming back here, hoping maybe she was here too. But she is not.

This is day two. Yesterday I arrived, set up, and relaxed. For the first time in many years, there was no traffic. Somehow I got lucky with that. I made arrangements with my boss, to work remotely for the summer.

Some of my friends had said they may come out for a week. But it looks like all 500-plus sites are full.

So, here I am, sitting, watching people set up their equipment. Across the street is the retired gay cop from Boston. I think it's Charlie. He is super friendly and has parties often. I am always invited, but I'm not good in crowds. Especially with people I don't know. But I do enjoy the music, at least.

Next to me, on the right, an Airstream pulled in, and they were setting up. That's behind me when I'm sitting under my awning. I can't see them without walking around and looking.

Next to me on the left, visible from where I am sitting, is a big travel trailer. They pulled through, somehow, and I can see their doors. So far, I've counted six adults. They just pulled in, too. Sunday is a popular day to arrive. I come in on Saturdays, to avoid the Sunday crowd.

I'm Joe. Now, average Joe. Boring Joe. No one to share the fun of Cape Cod with. There is a lot to do and see, too. It's not just beaches and seafood. I could be a tour guide. I know so much about the Cape.

I'm staying in my travel trailer. It's twenty-eight feet long. It's just three years old. I tow it with a two-year-old Chevy Silverado. It's a good-looking truck, in dark blue and black. Everyone always likes the color, as do I.

I don't know why she left. We had some amazing sex in this trailer, in the truck, on the beaches, everywhere. We were so good together. And then we weren't.

So, here I am watching people set up their trailers. It's a good test of patience and a relationship, trying to back into a campsite. Most argue and very loudly. That's the norm.

So, watching these six adults, consisting of two guys and four women. They looked to be around my age in the 32 to 35-year-old range.

The guys were handsome and the women were pretty. I wonder who pairs with whom. One guy and two or three women? One guy and one woman, or two women together? All together? Now that's a thought. A mix of couples and singles? Should be good for my imagination tonight.

Right now, they were arguing about leveling off their camper. The ground here is fairly level. But I jumped up, grabbed my level, and my bag of stackable blocks, and went over to help.

"Hi, I'm Joe, your neighbor. You look like you could use some help."

The taller guy said "My name was John. As in J O H N. Please don't confuse me with Jon, as in J O N."

"OK, let me show you how to level. I lay my level across the 'A' part of the trailer. See where the bubble is? That means you need to tilt the camper this way a little. Do you have wood or blocks? "

"No, we don't." John said.

"OK, no problem. I'll let you borrow mine while you are here. But, please, I want them back when you leave."

"Not a problem", both men said. I stood back, put one behind each wheel, and instructed John to back up slowly onto the blocks. He did so, came out, and saw the RV was now level."You should buy some stick-on levels so you can see at a glance, or buy a woodworkers' level like this one and use it like I did. Leveling is very important as some things will not work properly if the trailer is too off-kilter. Do you have any chocks?"

"No, what are chocks?"

"Oh boy. You put chocks behind and in front of the wheels to keep the camper from moving when parked and keep it safe. I don't have spare chocks. One of you go to the camp store and buy 4 chocks. Put one behind each back wheel and in front of the front wheel, on both sides."

Jon returned a few minutes later and put the chocks in place. "Now that the chocks are in place, disconnect from your truck and level off again front to back. Then lower your stabilizers to keep the trailer from rocking. Always in this order. Safety first and then when you leave, do the reverse - bring up the stabilizers, connect the truck, remove the chocks, pull forward and pack away the blocks. Keep them all in one of the compartments."

The women had come over, and the group thanked me.

"You're welcome," I said. "You should buy some of these blocks too; they are super handy. I'm right over there if you need any more help."

I returned to my chair and watched another woman get out of the big truck. Five women now. She was rubbing her eyes. She must have been sound asleep. Interesting. Five girls and two guys. Hmmm.

Getting up to help them got me up. I hopped on my bike and rode around the campground. Saying hi to those seasonal's I knew. Explaining to some that I was now alone. Others kindly did not ask. Eyebrows went up; they, too, were in shock at the separation. I continued to ride. It felt good to be on the bike. Tomorrow I'll hit the CCRT. That's the Cape Cod Rail Trail. 28 miles long from end to end. The most I've ever done is 26 miles total. I aim to beat that this year.

Feeling good at the exercise, I returned to my site. I returned to my chair and started reading this time.

All too soon, Jon came over. "Sorry to bother you, Joe, but we can't figure out how to light the stove top to make some coffee. Would you please help us again?

"Sure thing, Jon. Please pardon my sweatiness. I just returned from a ride. "

"I think some of the girls ride too, as they brought bikes."

I followed him over, and he showed me the issue.

"Did you turn on the propane?" I asked.

Blank faces were looking at me.

"OK. Where is your propane?'

More blank faces.

"OK. Who has the keys to the compartments?"

Both men offered me their keys. I took one and went outside, and now all seven people were following me. I heard, "What do you think he's going to do?"

I had to open a few compartments until I found the propane tray. I slid out the propane tray, opened both valves of the 30 lb tanks, and explained how they worked.

I then went back inside and showed how to light the burners. I figured I'd ask further. Did you connect to water and turn it on?"

"Yes," came a voice.

"Show me please."

They showed me, and I turned off the water. "I turned off the water. You'll blow your hoses. Someone go to the office store and get a water pressure regulator and show me when you get out. Do not turn the water back on."

"Did you plug in the electrical cord?"

More blank stares. " When you bought the RV, did anyone show and explain how it works?"

The guys together said, "They congratulated us and we drove away."

"Oh boy. OK. I'll show and explain to you everything I can think of."

One of the women returned with the regulator. I put it in line and explained its use and why.

"Will you be using the inside shower?"

Another voice. "No, we were instructed to use the public showers."

"Good," I said and explained about the tanks. "Can I see the paperwork for this camper, or do you know how large the gray and black tanks are?"

More stares.

Good grief, I thought. I found the size listed as 60 gallons each and explained what and how they are used. I showed how to check how full they are and how often they need to be emptied.

"You need to return to the office and schedule the honey wagon to empty your tanks every 4 days, since this is not a site with a sewer connection. If you find water backs up in the sink, schedule it for every 3 days. But, I think 4 will work. Do you have a hose to empty the tanks for other campgrounds or places to empty it at?"

More stares. "OK, someone else, go get a black water tank hose. It'll be accordion style. Also, buy a clear piece of plastic hose. They are usually around 6 to 8 inches long. While you won't use it here, you will everywhere else. Also, buy some disposable plastic/rubber gloves. A box would be good or good rubber gloves. I'll explain all that another day.

How long are you here for?"

Another voice, a female this time. "All summer, we can all work remotely in between days off."

"Very nice. I'm here for the summer too. If you folks need anything, please just ask. Also, I'll purchase or order another set of blocks and you can reimburse and keep these. Here is my business card. With my cell or just knock on the door. I'm here alone." This year, I added to my thoughts. "Have a great stay. The Cape is pretty awesome."

"Thank you, Joe." From multiple voices.

I returned to my camper, lit the grill, and started prepping dinner. I always make two days' worth of food, so I have leftovers for the next day. Today was just burgers with potato slices and a beer. It's always good. Sitting at the picnic table myself. All eaten, stored in the fridge, cleaned up. Sitting reading again.

The sun set, and I went inside. Watched the Sox game and went to sleep. Bike ride tomorrow, I thought.

I awoke the next day, dressed in bike riding clothes, had a quick breakfast, locked the trailer and put the bike, helmet and two bottles of Gatorade on the bike and in the back of the truck. Heading south towards Wellfleet and the beginning of this end of the CCRT.

I biked to Arnold's in Eastham and kept going to Orleans and then Brewster. I picked a spot and turned around. It was going to be a HOT day today, and I was sweating like crazy and chugging the Gatorade. I stopped at Arnold's this time and got myself an ice cream. Yum, it was good. Then back to my truck. I was soaked from head to foot with sweat. I should have brought my bathing suit so I could go directly to the beach. I'll keep that in mind for the next ride. My ride computer says I rode 38 miles. Not bad, but I want to do the whole 50+ before I leave. Gotta set goals and get myself moving.

I drove back to camp with the windows down and the tunes cranked. I felt really good for a change. When I pulled in, I saw 3 of the neighbor ladies trying to put up a hammock. I got out and offered my help, which they accepted.

"Joe, you are super sweaty. What were you doing?" One asked.

"I just rode 38 miles on the bike trail. My goal is 50 before I leave. I just picked a very hot day to ride." I said.

"Joe, you look really hot in those tight bike pants, sculpted shirt, and all sweaty." Another one said, as she licked her lips. Fuck, I was getting hard, and it showed, and she liked it.

"Ladies, may I have your names and the names of the other gals, too?"

The one licking her lips said, "I'm Sally. This is Pam. This is Martha, but we call her Marty. The other two are Ann and Linda."

"It's nice to formally meet you all. I hope you forgive me when I forget all your names. It usually takes me three times to learn and remember a name. One of the Johns said some of you ride bikes. Would you like to ride with me someday? I'd love some company."

"I'll ride you any day," Marty said.

"Marty, down girl," Sally said. "We all ride; the guys do not. We'd all like to ride with you. But after this heatwave breaks."

"Great, I promise not to ride as far. The company will be worth it. How are you ladies beating the heat? Are you going to the beach?"

"Well, the Johns left early for some gay beach they have been talking about for months. They took the truck, as you can see." Sally said. "This is our first time on the Cape, and we want to experience it all. What beach should we start at?"

"Tell you what, let me shower and change into my suit, put my bike away, grab a chair, beach umbrella, etc. Give me 30 minutes. You ladies do the same, and I'll meet you here. You squish into my truck and come with me. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect, Joe. We'll be waiting for you." Pam said.

30 minutes later, I was out and ready. Bike locked to my trailer. Extra beach blankets and sun tan lotion, and stuff in the back, food and drinks in a cooler.

"OK, ladies, I have a bench seat up front, so this might work. Squish in and everyone buckle up." I noticed Marty was beside me in the middle. "Windows up, AC on. Let's go to the beach."

Marty put her hand high on my thigh. I know my hard-on was noticeable. I hoped she didn't go any higher, as I might drive off the road if she touched me.

We went to Mayo Beach, on the bay side in Wellfleet. It's a quiet beach with hardly anyone there. Finding a spot is never an issue, and it's free. The $60 per car, per day, for the ocean beaches gets expensive very quickly. We got set up, and we all ran into the water to cool down. It felt good, and the ladies looked amazing. Tiny bikinis all around except for Pam, who wore a beautiful one-piece that left nothing to my imagination.

Back on shore, in my chair, and they all lay out on the blankets. "I have to ask, why are five beautiful women with two gay guys?"

"John is Pam's brother, and Jon is Marty's brother. They are both together and own the trailer together and invited us along. We couldn't say no." Sally said. "You think we're beautiful?"

"Yes, I do. How come you're not all married off with a few kids?"

"Well, we're all career women. We all play the field and sometimes each other for fun." I choked on the drink I was sipping."We date a lot, but haven't found the right guys. How come you are not married off and with kids?"

I know they saw my distress on my face. Softly, I said, "My wife divorced me a week after we returned from the Cape last year. I don't know why, and she never told me, even after repeatedly asking her. Even her friends have no idea. They haven't heard from her either. She just divorced me, left her friends, and vanished once the divorce was finalized. Sorry, I don't want to talk about it, as I'm trying to get out of this rut I have been in for the past 51 weeks." I sat back and looked out at the water, knowing I had to be able to mention it without getting depressed. "Kids-wise, she couldn't have, and we never adopted either. We both were tested, and it was her issue. I never pushed her since we were both so good together. We had a great vacation last year, and then she served me a week later. I just don't understand it. Sorry. I'm going for a walk."

I got up and walked towards the pier, drowning in my misery again. Maybe being with them wasn't so good after all. I started to jog to the pier, and the exercise felt good, even in the heat and after the bike ride. I made it to the pier and ran back and plopped into my chair. Out of breath and sweating hard.

"Joe, we're sorry we got you so upset. We won't do it again, and will only talk about positive stuff and the future. Now, let's go swimming again!" Pam said. They got up and ran into the water, and I followed. We splashed and tossed a beach ball around. As they played more, I decided to work on my swimming and swam out a few hundred yards and then swam back. I was really pushing my muscles today and knew I was going to hurt later, and sleep very well too. I swam back and went underwater and lifted someone up, and tossed her into the water, causing screams of surprise. I came up laughing.

It was now around 1:00 pm, and I was hungry. I opened the cooler and made a PBJ sandwich, ate an orange, and drank a lot of water. The girls didn't bring anything, like I figured. So I made them PBJ's too.

"Thanks, Joe. We didn't think about lunch for some reason. I think the thought of the beach made us forget about eating." Marty said.

"You're all welcome, Ladies. I had a feeling that you were not going to bring any food or drink. I'm glad I brought enough."

"Joe, how old are you?" Marty asked.

"How old do I look?"

She and the others looked at me, tilting their heads. Marty said, "40." Sally said, No, no, too old. 36?" Linda said, "34?"

"Linda is correct," I said.

Linda jumped up and sat in my lap. "What do I win for getting the correct age?" As she ground her butt onto my growing hard-on.

"Well, what would you like?" I asked her while reaching around and holding her butt with my hands. I decided it was time to be proactive, if they were going to tease me. I gently squeezed her cheeks, which got her smiling even more.

"How about a kiss, Joe?" She bent down and kissed me on the lips, tongue pushing into my mouth. I gave her some tongue back. One hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her in closer. I slid the hand down her back. She sat back up. "That was so worth it." She said, jumping off my lap, which I quickly covered with my towel.

"What are your dinner plans, ladies? I was thinking of going out for seafood. Would you like to join me? There is an excellent seafood place on the pier." Pointing to the pier.

"Would we go back to camp, and then return?" Someone said.

"Nope, stay here and then go over there for dinner," I said.

"None of us has our purses with our money with us Joe. That won't work."

"Well, how about if I treat you all, and you all pay me back when we return to the campground or a future dine out with you all?"

"That will work they said."

"OK, great. I'm hot again. I'm going back in the water again. Join me?"

Marty said, "You certainly are." As she got up and followed me. The rest followed Marty. I needed to cool off. The women were fun, but coming on way too strong for my brain and body to keep up.

We splashed around in the water again, and I lifted them all up one at a time and threw them in deeper. They all ganged up on me, trying to take me down. A hand grabbed my dick, and down I went, bringing them all with me. I swam away and then came back, tackling someone's legs underwater like a shark, causing screaming. Then another and another before I came up for air. I went back to my chair as the girls stayed in and goofed around like little kids.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, and dozed off.

"Joe, Joe, are you awake?"

"Mmm, what's the matter?" I asked.

"We're getting hungry, Joe. Even though you were snoring and sound asleep, we decided to wake you as it's 5:30 and we're hungry."

"Sorry, girls, I didn't realize I fell asleep. Sure, let's go get dinner. Let's pack everything up." We drove over to Mac's Seafood on the pier. "What do you all want? Line up and give your orders. Tell them I'm paying."

When it finally got to me, I was a bit shocked at the price, but I put it on my credit card. We sat at the picnic table and waited for our numbers to be called. "You know, you all owe me now," I said, smiling devilishly and looking at each one of them.

The food came and was delicious. "Anyone up for a bit more beach and a beautiful sunset? We have about 75 minutes by my estimate."

"Yes", the five beauties all said.

"OK, in the truck and let's go." I cranked some tunes, and the six of us were singing as we went to Race Point beach in Provincetown. "Ladies, this is Race Point Beach and one of the most beautiful sunsets you will ever see. Grab the blankets and let's go stake a spot."

We walked down a ways and put down two blankets, and I dropped in the middle with two on one side and three on the other side of me. We had about 30 minutes, so I asked, "What do you all do?"

Marty started, "I'm a lawyer." Linda said, "I'm a paralegal. I'm a nurse. I'm an accountant. I'm a masseuse," They said it so fast, I couldn't keep up with who said what.

"How did you all take the summer off?" I asked.

"Some of us just took a few months off; some of us will be working remotely a few days a week or as needed. We all had good savings and decided it was time to take some time off and enjoy ourselves before we got too old. How about you?"

"I work in a little machine shop doing drafting. I, too, can and do work remotely when I am needed or want to. I'm also the assistant manager and have earned vacation time. So here I am. I think it's going to be a fun summer with you ladies as my neighbors. Turn this way and watch the sunset. It's usually spectacular."

It was beautiful. I never get tired of seeing the sunset here.

"OK, ladies, who wants ice cream?"

All hands went up. We got up, shook off, folded the blankets, and off to Sweet Escape for ice cream we went.

"Joe, thank you. This is delicious, and a wonderful day." Linda said. Everyone piped in agreement. Once done, back in the truck and back to camp we went.

Before getting out, "Ladies, thank you for a wonderful day. It's the best one I have had in a very long time. I look forward to many more this summer." I got out as they did, and they all came up and gave me a hug, good night.

Marty whispered in my ear, "Would you like some company tonight, Joe?"

"Thank you, Marty, but I don't think I am ready yet. But thank you very much for the offer." I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tight. "Good night, Ladies."

I went in my camper thinking about Marty's offer. Maybe once I know them a little better, I'll take her up on that offer, I was thinking.

The next day was just nasty, being very hot and very humid. Too humid to do anything outside. So I stayed in and did some remote work. Finally, the humidity dropped a bit, and I went and sat outside under the awning with my book.

I'm starting to realize I shouldn't be doing this, as it just depresses me. Just sitting there staring into the void, like I'm in a trance.

"Joe, Joe, is everything alright? You look like you were in a trance." Linda said.

"Hi Linda. I'm just trapped here with my thoughts."

She came over and sat in my lap. "You know," I said, "One of these days, I won't be able to control myself if you girls keep sitting in my lap." As she ground her ass onto my hardening dick. "You guys are such teases. I've only known you for two days."

"Three actually," Linda said as she wiggled her ass some more and put her arms around my neck. "Invite me in, I'll make you forget bad times and introduce you to good ones." As she wiggled some more. She tipped her head down and kissed me. Soft at first, and then a much more demanding kiss. Lips locked, tongues exploring.

I pulled her closer against me. Breathing hard. Then suddenly, 'Crack Kaboom'. We jumped as it started thundering and pouring rain. The awning was shaking in the wind.

I got up, with Linda in my arms, and stood her up. "Come on in. I have to pull the awning in before it's ripped off the trailer. If yours is out, it should be brought in too. Here's my phone. Call them now, and then come on in." Then the power went out.

We went in, and I retracted the awning. Big cracks of thunder and wind, and the camper shook. I was thankful we were among short pines that offered no threat of falling on any trailers. 'Crack Kaboom' again, and the trailer shook. This was a serious storm coming through. The thunder caused Linda to yell out in surprise and end up in my arms. She was shaking with fear, and I wasn't far behind. I just stood there holding her and whispering, "We'll be OK, you're safe here. Just hold on."

"Joe, can I have a cup of coffee?"

"Sure thing Linda. Just a moment while the coffeemaker brews. Here you go."

'Kaboom, kaboom, crack kaboom.' "Geezus, what a storm. I don't think I've ever been in one so scary and fierce." I said.

Linda jumped and dropped the cup. Coffee and cup parts went everywhere. "Wonderful." I said.

"Joe, I'm so sorry, the thunder startled me." Linda said.

"Come on, help me clean it up. It's OK"

Once cleaned up and thrown away cup parts hoping we got all the pieces. "You know Joe, I should be punished for that."

I looked at her. "Uh, what?"

"Punished. Spanked. Go sit on the bed." Which I did. She came over, dropped her shorts and laid across my lap. "I deserve this Joe. Spank me."

I lifted her shirt up and bit. She had on tight pink panties. It turned me on. I started slapping her ass and decided the panties had to go. I pulled them down her legs and started again. Thunder boomed outside and rain pelted the camper.

I started spanking her ass. I was fucking hard, and new she could feel me. 'Slap, slap, slap.' Her ass was getting red and she was moaning. She liked this. I spread her legs, and I saw the shaved pussy. I slapped closer to it and her moans became louder.

Her ass was red, and must have hurt. I reached between her legs, felt her juices, rubbed across her slit. "Ooooh, ahhhhh, mmmm" came out of her mouth. 'Slap, slap, slap, slap.' Slap across her pussy. "Ohhhh, mmmm." I think she just came.

Reaching down, her pussy was soaked. I inserted two fingers and started pumping her. She was wiggling so much she nearly fell off my lap. She came, dripping pussy juice everywhere. With my wet hand, I slapped her more until I felt she had enough. I pushed her off my lap.

She was on her knees, rubbing her butt. She smiled up at me. She crawled between my legs and put her hand on my dick."You're hard." She said.

She reached under the leg of my shorts, pushing the shorts back, and pulling me out. She leaned over and gave me a lick, and then engulfed me. I knew this was going to be quick. She was licking, sucking just the head. "Oh god Linda, I'm going to cum. Oh fuck." As I came in her mouth. I held her head down. "Now clean me up like a good little girl. You did good. Stand up and pull your panties and shorts up. Now come here." I stood up and pulled her close as another very strong thunder boomed and the whole trailer shook.

Linda was crying. "Linda, it's OK. We're OK. Just hold on to me." I pulled up my phone and checked the radar. "It's almost over. I'm looking at the radar on my phone. Just hold on a bit longer." I wrapped my arms around her and held on tight.

The rain lessened and then stopped. We hugged a bit longer. She pulled back, and I wiped her tears with my hanky. "You OK?"

"God, Joe. That was so scary. You were so good. Thank you."

"How's your butt?"

"It hurts so good." She said smiling at me. I think I was blushing.

We looked outside, and the sun was coming out again. We stepped outside, and the rain had stopped. A few puddles were here and there. "Let's go check on your friends."

"We walked over and poked our heads inside. The four girls were huddled on the bed, looking very frightened. "The storm is over, and the sun is out. Are you all OK now?"

They all nodded and were coming down from their fear. Eyes big. "OK, everyone up. Let's go outside. Fresh air and sunshine will do everyone some good. Come on." I took each one's hand and pulled them up, and Linda ushered them outside. Once outside, they seemed to relax.

"So, what are you all doing for dinner tonight? Have you taken food out?" I asked.

Linda said, "We took out two pounds of hamburger and rolls, and corn on the cob. We're going to grill some burgers, and you're joining us, we won't take no for an answer."

"That works for me. Let's warm up your Blackstone and get this going. The storm made me hungry, and it's 5 pm and time for dinner. Can I look in your fridge?" I asked.

Marty replied, "Joe, you can look anywhere you want." I smiled into the fridge.

"OK, BBQ sauce, 2 eggs, some bread crumbs. I beat the eggs in a large bowl, added some BBQ sauce and the meat, and mixed it up. "Can someone go out and light the grill, please? Tell me when the temp is between 300 and 350."

I continued mixing the meat and said, "Do you have a platter or tray?" Sally came out with a tray, and I made patties. "Someone bring plates, and the rolls out. Do you have anything to drink?" A cooler was grabbed and brought outside.

I grilled the burgers, and we skipped the corn tonight. The cooler held beer, and I was on my second. Enjoying the company and the food a lot. We were all on our third beer, and I was having thought issues. "Ladies, I rarely have alcohol, and the beer has me buzzing."

"Marty, go get the candy," Sally said.

Marty came out with gummy bears. "Gummy Bears?" I said. "No thanks, too much sugar." Pushing them away.

"Come on, Joe, try one. We think you'll like it." Linda said.

I took a grape. I noticed everyone was chewing. My head was buzzing, and I had to pee. "Excuse me, ladies. I'll be right back," and found and used their bathroom. I went out, and my head was floating and buzzing.

"What did you guys do to me? What are those gummies?" The world started spinning, and I lay down on the bench. That's the last thing I remembered. I woke to a shining moon, and all by myself. I had to pee again.

"Fuck, what time is it?" I said aloud. I looked at my watch and saw 2:30 am. 'Oh man, what did they do to me?"

I got up and made it to my camper, peed, and fell asleep on the bed. I woke and it was 11 am, and I ran into the bathroom to pee. I splashed cold water on my face. "Fuck it." I undressed and took a cold shower. That got me thinking straight.

Drying off, putting on running shorts, a tee, and sneakers, eating two bananas, and going out for a run around the campground. This got my head on straight and thinking again. What did they do to me last night? What did I do last night? I do not remember anything.

A couple of laps around camp and past the camper, the ladies waving as I went by, and I motored ahead. Finally, I stopped, all hot and sweaty again, at their campsite.

"What did you give me last night?" I asked.

They all smiled but didn't say anything. "It was probably all the beer you drank, Joe. You kept saying you rarely drink."

"Yeah, right," I said. "OK, you all enjoy the rest of the day. I'm going to go do some work." I went back to my trailer, showered, and went to work. I spent the rest of today and the next two days working in my cool trailer, just leaving to empty my tanks and take a short run each morning.

Finally, the heat broke and I went next door, knocking. Ann opened the door, "Hi Joe."

"Hi... uh Ann?"

"Yes, you are correct."

"I'm wondering if anyone would like to go bike riding with me this morning and maybe go to the beach afterwards?"

Three hands went up. "OK, Ann, Linda, and Pam, put on bike riding gear and grab your helmets and bring it all to my truck, don't forget something to drink."

I returned to the Wellfleet CCRT trail head, parked, and off we went. I let them go ahead, and what a sight I was given. Three fine asses, pedaling, all wearing tight shorts, and looking phenomenal from my vantage point.

Ann dropped back to come beside me. "Do you like the view, Joe?"

Busted! "Yes. Very much so, Ann. You three are the carrot for this horse."

"Why don't you come up and ride beside us?"

I pedaled up, as did Ann. "Hi ladies, how's the ride so far? I think we've done around 3 miles according to my trip computer app." I looked at them, and Ann was pedaling easily, like me. Linda and Pam had a sheen of sweat on their faces and bodies. All three looked sexy as heck. "Would it help you to know, you all look sexy as heck from my viewpoint?" I said, grinning. I winked at Ann. That got them motivated to pedal harder, and they pulled up ahead of me again, which I was fine with.

A little past six miles, they slowed down and came to a stop in the Orleans salt marsh area, where there was a view and a bench. "Can I take some pics with everyone?" I asked, "Also, how is everyone feeling? Have some Gatorade and rest a bit. Linda and Pam, you two look hot." Double meaning on purpose. "Do you want to pedal further or go back?" I asked them all.

Ann said, "I'd love to pedal further."

Pam asked "We still have to pedal back too, right?"

"Yes, we have to pedal back. Or, do you and Linda want to stay and rest here and Ann and I will go ahead? Or you start back, and Ann and I will catch up eventually?"

"I think we'll sit here for a while and then start back. You and Ann continue." Linda said.

I opened my pack and pulled out two bananas, and handed one each to Pam and Linda. "Eat these, it will make you feel better pretty quickly, and replenish some potassium. You'll be surprised at how good you'll feel after eating them. Yes, before you ask, I do have more in my pack for Ann and myself. We'll return. Come on Ann, let's continue."

We left them and continued and much to my enjoyment, at a faster pace. "Ah, you've been holding back Ann." As I pedaled beside her.

"I figured you would enjoy a real ride now. I've ridden as much as 50 miles at a time. I'm a bit out of shape, having not ridden much this summer, yet. I'm guessing I might be good for around 35 miles. It's great to ride with someone." She said.

"I usually ride alone as none of my friends are anything but very causal riders. It's good to have a new friend I can do a serious ride with. Have you ever ridden in the Pan Mass Challenge? I haven't but would like to some day." I said.

"I haven't either, but someday I hope. Maybe we can team up? I know I need to extend my range by a lot. Having a team partner makes riding much more enjoyable. Would you consider that?"

"Most certainly. So, I haven't asked you gals yet, where are you from? I live in Westfield, and work in West Springfield, in western Mass."

"We're all from Northampton, Easthampton and Amherst. The two boys are from Northampton. We all met each other at a yoga class around 12-13 years ago and became fast friends. You're not far away at all." Ann said.

"Have you ridden the Farmington rail trail? I think it's the longest in the state as it goes all the way to New Haven Connecticut. Some 60 miles to the south. It would be a great trail to train on. We're approaching 20 miles. Maybe we should take a break, refresh and head back. We can definitely do the full 50 another day."

"Good idea as I'm starting to feel it in one leg."

"Stop here and dismount and sit on the bench. Here is a Gatorade and a banana." I took the same. "So, how does a masseuse take the summer off?"

"I own three parlors and have excellent managers that I trust. It's that simple. I check in each week, sometimes more to make sure things get done. I monitor the schedules online. It works. I have a payroll company that issues checks or direct deposit." She went to stand up and groaned, sitting back down and rubbing her leg.

"Wait, stay sitting." I kneeled in front of her, picking up her leg and rubbing the muscle of her calf. "Does that feel better?"

"Wow, Joe, I should hire you. That feels much better."

"Between the rub, and the banana, it should soon feel even better. Let's just sit a while and talk, giving your body recuperation time. The day's heat might be bothering you." I said.

"How did you know to do that?"

"Riding, running, swimming, paddling, and occasionally lifting weights, you learn about muscles, cramps, and some other issues. I can self-relieve or help someone in pain. I also keep up with CPR, first aid and AED certification every two years. I figure if I'm out, I should know what to do in a situation. Just like here today, I have used my knowledge occasionally. How is the leg feeling now?" I was sitting beside her, leg to leg, shoulder to shoulder. She was looking right at me, and I at her.

She leaned towards me and I kissed her. A gentle, test-the-waters type of kiss. Pulling back, we smiled at each other. "Let's try that again." She said.

I leaned in and pulled her head towards mine. Another kiss, like the first, but more exploratory. A little tongue, lots of suck, lips to lips. It was incredibly hot. Pulling back, "Wow." I said.

"Wow." She said, smiling and leaning in for another kiss. I leaned in to her, and kissed her again, this time with more tongue, more feeling, soft wet lips touching mine, my tongue feeling hers, exploring. I was hot and hard.

"Mmmm, nice," I said, as I pulled back. "Will this create an issue with your friends?" I asked.

"No, we all share everything. They all want to fuck you. I'm sure you got that drift. While I like to have fun, I'm not as quick as some to hop in bed, unless I feel something."

"Do you feel something now?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yes, and I want to explore it more. As you probably figured out, I haven't been with anyone in a year. So, all my skills are off."

"Joe, your kissing skills are not off."

"Want to get a room?" I asked, grinning.

She looked at me and started laughing, and I joined her. "Just kidding. Do you all, ah, enjoy each other's pleasures? Sorry, one of you sort of said that the other day, and being a guy, I can't get that out of my mind."

"Yes, we all do with each other. Paired off, or as a group. But not with other women."

"Damn, that's going to fuel my imagination for a long time," I said.

"Well, come here," She leaned to me for another kiss, but this time hugged me closer so her boobs mashed against my chest. "Does that inspire imagination?"

"What was the other thing again? Let's do that again" As we stood up and kissed again, bodies in tight, my hands drifted down to her butt, her hands around mine, pulling us together tighter.

"Damn Ann, I haven't felt this horny in a very long time." I took her hands in mine. "Is it OK to hold your hands in public or maybe I shouldn't, near your friends? If they want me, I don't want to ruin a possible you and me. I'm so confused. I'm old fashioned. I don't know how to handle the situation, I'm sorry."

"I'm OK with casual fucks with them, for now. Are you OK with that?"

"I guess so. So, more of them teasing me is going to happen, but at another level. If I can't figure it out, please let me know when I can concentrate on just you."

"I will Joe, I will. Come on, let's ride back before they start wondering where we are. Are you up for speed? I'm ready to ride hard."

"One more kiss and then we'll go." I said pulling her close to me and kissing her again. "OK, let's ride."

She mounted her bike quicker than I did and took off with me following closely behind. She too, had a nice ass.

We were moving at 22 mph and made it back to the starting point in about an hour. Both of us sweating heavily and smiling. Linda and Pam were sitting on the tailgate watching others come and go.

When we got there, I gave Ann another banana, and consumed one myself.

Breathing hard "OK ladies, let's go to the beach then we'll make sandwiches from the cooler. Are you two doing OK? 12 miles the first time out is no small ride."

"How many miles did you and Ann do?"

Looking at my Ride with GPS results, "44 miles. Wow, I didn't think it was that far. And we're still standing too. Thanks Ann, great ride! We'll have to do that again. Hitting 50 is not so far now."

Ann said, "I look forward to the next ride very much." She bumped fists with me.

I chugged the Gatorade, put the bikes in the back and we were off to the beach. "OK ladies, $60 per vehicle for the ocean or back to Mayo free beach?"

"Free" they all said. Ann was sitting up front. So I flipped up the middle seat, blocking the view from the back. I held my hand out, she looked at it, and placed hers in mine. She recognized that we couldn't be seen with Linda and Pam buckled in the back seats.

We stopped by the port-a-potty and each changed into bathing suits. Then parked and brought everything out. I took a quick swim as did Ann, and then we made sandwiches, and ate lunch. I laid back on the blanket and fell right to sleep.

I was dreaming of a water torture. Water dripping on my forehead non-stop. Then awakened suddenly by water being thrown on me and giggling women around me.

"I was having a dream, I was being water tortured. The constant drip drip on my forehead."

"That was us," Pam said, and they all laughed.

"Not funny," I said as I chased them into the water. Catching up to each and tossing them easily up and into the water. "Haha, who is wet now?" I said.

I went in deeper, and they followed me. I was a little taller than they all were, so they were treading water while I was standing. I poked Linda in the belly. She fell forward and under. Coming up sputtering. I did the same to Pam and Ann, and they both did what Linda did. I started laughing, as they tried to topple me.

Linda wrapped her legs around me and reached down and grabbed my dick. "Hey, not fair." I stammered, making Linda laugh. I reached beneath the water level, and untied her bikini top, and it floated away. She let go of me, and chased it down while we laughed. Pam tried the same thing, and I untied her bikini bottoms, and threw them behind me. She let out a shriek, and Ann and I laughed. "What are you going to try?" I asked?

She came up to me, wrapping her legs around me, and pulled me in for a kiss. What a kiss it was. Her legs tightened around me, and I had her cheeks in my hands, pulling her closer. I knew she felt my hardness, but she kept kissing me, and I kissed her.

Under the cover of the water, I let my hands come up and each hold a breast. They were magnificent and the size of large grapefruits. I scraped a finger across each nipple, causing her to moan into my mouth. I slid my hands under her bikini and held her. I wanted her so badly, and if Pam and Linda weren't close by, I would have slid my dick under her bikini right there and entered her.

End Chapter One

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