Under the hood, out of Stan's sight, Harry switched a wire back to its original place. The motor made encouraging sounds of starting.
"Oh, there you are, Harry… I've been looking all over for you!" It was a beautiful, black-haired woman dressed in tight slacks and halter top who walked up to the camper.
"Hi… Vivian… I'm just helping this gentleman get his truck started."
Lois got out of the cab and Vivian came around to the door to meet her. "Hello…" she said, pleasantly, "We're the Brewsters. I'm Lois… my husband's name is Stan."
Stan got out of the cab and joined the others. Introductions were made, and the two men went back to the problem of the non-starting engine.
"I just jiggled a couple of wires… a while ago… maybe that's all that's wrong…" Harry observed. "Let's try it, again!"
"I was just trying to convince Harry… that's it's too nice a day to just travel. I'm trying to get him to stay here in the park for another day, at least…" Vivian said, conversationally, to Lois, as the two women stood aside to watch.
"That's what I'd like to do, too!" Lois agreed. "But… Stan wants to keep moving…"
Harry switched another ignition wire. The engine coughed a couple of times and started. "That's it!" Harry called out.
Stan left the engine running and came to the front of the truck, again. Harry's wife was talking to him, urgently, trying to convince him of something, so he stood back waiting for them to finish. He wanted to thank his benefactor and be on his way. While he waited, he couldn't help noting the magnificent figure her clothing did little to hide. Damn! She's quite a woman… and she's got it all in the right places!
Finally, their low-voiced conversation finished, Harry Williams smiled at his wife and said, "Well… if that's really what you want… I guess I could try!"
Coming up to the big man, then, Stan began, "Mr. Williams I certainly do thank you… for…"
"Aw, hell don't thank me for anything! I just fiddled around with the ignition wires a little bit…" he rumbled, dismissing the subject. "Now… my wife, Vivian's been after me to stay here in the park for another day… and she wants me to invite you and your wife to go around and see the sights with us!"
"That's very nice… but…"
"Really… Mr. Brewster…" Vivian broke in. "Your wife and I were talking about it… and we both felt the same way… about staying here!"
"It's easy for me to unhitch our car… to drive around in!" Harry added.
"Let's do it, Stan…!" Lois enthused. "It'd be a lot of fun!"
"Besides… I like to make new friends!" Vivian smiled, directing a smoky gaze at Stan, her eyes sweeping over him, appreciatively. He's not too bad, really! In fact he looks better… the more I see of him!
Her hot look was not completely wasted on Stan. He understood it. She was interested in him… but what he didn't understand was the open way in which she did it. That bothered him… not that he was interested… but just on the principle of it. He sure as hell wouldn't want Lois going around giving guys — especially strange guys — the old come-on look! Christ!
"We could have dinner… somewhere… together…" Harry invited.
"Maybe a few drinks…?" Vivian suggested.
"Well… I don't know…" Stan was undecided. That open invitation in Vivian's provocative look was tempting… but…
"It's vacation time… and we go out so seldom… Stan! Why don't we do it…?"
"There're a lot of interesting things… we can do…" It was Vivian, again. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. Stan was sure it was a second signal, not just a nervous tic. It was too sensually fraught with meaning. Damn it… I wonder if its for real… or is she just a teaser!?
"All right!" His mind was made up, then. "We'll stay… and see the sights with you… but let me stand the dinner, tonight… in appreciation for your help just now Mr. Williams!"
"Let's knock off that Mister stuff! I'm just plain old Harry… to my friends!" Williams grinned jovially. "And I'll call you Stan… Okay…? And, your lovely wife…?"
"Lois…" Stan supplied, noticing that the other man's eyes swept like a lingering caress over her body.
"… And, I'm Vivian!" Her smile was dazzling.
It didn't take them long to get organized. Cameras and light sweaters were loaded into the Williams' car, which was quickly and easily unhitched from the trailer, and the two couples were off to do the things tourists do.
They followed the map printed in a park brochure, driving to lookout points and various natural attractions of the area. The conversation sparkled, as it always does when people are newly acquainted, comparing views, relating experiences… getting to know more about each other.
Several times, as they walked to or stood at guard rails enjoying the panorama of the vista point, Vivian's body brushed against Stan's… and once, as he stood behind her, her hand swept across his groin, accidentally; however, the caressing feel she gave him, with her fingers, told him it was on purpose. It bothered him. Christ! I really do wonder… now… what her game is? The thing that really made him cautious… was that she did it in front of her husband. Oh, she's sneaky about it… but hell… I don't want to get involved, in any way… with any woman… while her husband's around! What's she thinking about… anyway?
He was flattered, of course… but his built-in sense of decency wouldn't allow him even to think about a dalliance… attractive and beautiful as Vivian Williams was! The first chance I get… I'll have to put her straight! She's wasting her time… as long as Lois… and her husband… are in the picture!
Harry stopped for lunch in the village, insisting the four of them all have a full meal instead of a snack. He ordered up martinis to sharpen their appetites. As they had gotten into the booth, Vivian sat next to Stan. He was uncomfortable about it, especially when he felt the long, warm taper of her thigh pressed close against his.
Stan tasted his martini. It was good; then, as he tried to follow some conversational gambit of Harry's, a long, involved story concerning some happening in his work, Vivian's hand stole over to his thigh, her fingers feathering upward toward his crotch. Damn! She's persistent…! And, there was no doubt in his mind, any longer, concerning her intentions.
Her little innuendos, touchings and brushings began to pay-off for Vivian, now. As she brushed upward, ever so lightly, she detected a throbbing jerk, transmitted through the material of his trousers… and she knew that she had made some progress. His cock's getting hard… now! It's going to be fun… to get him up when he can't do anything about it! Then later… when I get him alone. MMMmmmmm! It'll be real yummy!
Now, her hand was in his groin, and her fingers traced the outline of his hardening penis inside his pants. Mentally, she tried to calculate its dimensions, as she felt along it's hot length. There's nothing ordinary about this.
Above, widely innocent grey eyes seemingly concentrated on her husband's lengthy story, Stan stole a sidelong glance at her profile. Christ! She's really playing with fire…! He decided, then, that her little games would have to come to an end… at least until he could talk to her. There was no way he'd play… unless he knew what the ground rules were. The way she's going at it… almost anything could happen… if her husband found out!
Firmly, he grasped her wrist, under the table… and with equal firmness, resolutely, returned her hand to her own lap. Vivian turned and smiled, questioningly, at him, her lower lip trembling. She didn't understand his action. Nothing like that had ever happened to her, before… and she interpreted it as rejection. Another possibility crossed her mind, then, but a quick glance at his wife, whose lush blonde beauty and obvious desirability gave the lie to that idea… caused her to change her mind. No! He couldn't be a gay one… at least I don't think so…! But there was a tiny doubt in her mind; she couldn't shake it, completely. Of course… sometimes even their wives don't know about them…