The Caretakers Dilemma
an erotic short story by Paige Turner

She'd gotten off early Thursday after noon, having a doctors appointment. As soon as she was through with the exam, she headed for the hot springs. David and Ellen would be driving up together Friday afternoon.

Almost two and a half decades long, their friendship had been a gypsy sort of thing. Dave had been her house mate, then Ellen's boyfriend. That's how she'd meet Ellen . They'd done the sixties together, then they'd moved to follow the grad school path, while she'd taken her B degree and went to work. Corporate life had kept moving her every three or four year. Her marriage had come and gone, her present lover was going and she need badly needed some time at the springs.

She parked and got her pack on and made her way across the big rocks across the river and followed the path up hill towards the privately owned springs. The ka chunk! of an ax cutting wood drifted towards her as she walked up towards the camping sites. It was only when she rounded the last bend before the caretakers cabin that she could see the shirtless man chopping the wood. The long back muscles rippled as he whipped the ax through the air, ropy arm muscles pulling the double bit as through the swing. 

She paused to watch for a minute, catching her breath and easing the pack straps. There was an animal grace to his movement, the sinewy twisting of his body as he raised the ax and whipped it over his head and through the log, breaking it cleanly into halves. The muscles of his back bunched and slithered up his back and arms, guiding the blade in its powerful arch. The old faded Levi's molded his butt and legs. She'd always had a thing for guys in Levi's .The way that they were faded more where he sat and the knees rubbed. She enjoyed watching him for a few minutes, 'til the too heavy pack (she wasn't going to be carrying it for miles so she'd overloaded it deliberately) grew uncomfortable. She walked out of the shadows of the trail and into the small clearing, calling out a hello to him after he'd completed a swing.

He paused and turned, returning her greeting. His torso had a slick sheen   to it from sweating in the cool fall air. A small patch of chest hair s trailed a thin line down his lean stomach past his navel to his 501's brass button.

"You a member?" His asked in a pleasantly soft voice, a voice that talked quietly because it didn't have to compete with city noises.

"Yeah. I'm here to set up camp early. David and Ellen will be getting here tomorrow." She felt strange saying that; telling a complete stranger that she'd be alone all night. But David and Ellen were the members here. "Your the caretaker?"

"Yup." He offered his hand. "I'm Steve. You been here before?"

She took his callused hand, her small hand engulfed in his. "Suzie. Yeah.. Is the campsite below the falls taken?"

"You've got your choice. Mid week in the fall, I'm usually the only one here. You need any help setting up?" 

"I was a girl scout once. I still remember how to pitch a tent." She said dryly. 

"Okay. We've had some rain so that the Woods are wet enough that you can have a camp fire. If you need anything, I'll be here." Not pushing into her space, just offering help in a friendly way. She wondered how old he was. Beards made it hard to tell.

"Thanks. When my friends show up, you'll tell them where we are?"

"Sure. David and Ellen, right?"

"Right. Thanks." 

"Enjoy the spring."



She lolligaged setting up the camp. In her backpacking days, she would have had the tent put up and dinner done in twenty minutes. But this was a different sort of camping and she'd brought stuff that she would have never have brought if she was going to be humping it for a distance. She made a sandwich and drank a beer with it, one of the three that she'd brought along. Then packed a towel, trail mix, flash light, sweater, clean panties and sox into a stuff sack and went up to the springs. It was totally deserted. It was the first time that she'd ever had the springs to herself and she welcomed the solitude. 
Damn C anyway. After her marriage, she'd gone onto one temporary man after another. She'd experimented with women in her college days. usually with a man or men there, but it hadn't been her main thing. After the fourth or fifth temporary relationship folded, she'd wandered into a bar one rainy nigh and gone home with C. C who'd followed her to Seattle. C of the pale blond hair, pale gray eyes. Of the 'need some space for myself to grow in.' C, who insisted on monogamy, but who slept around. 

Looks that would let her get away. 

She rolled over in the hottest pool and brood, chin on the mortared stone lip of the pool. Why was she going through this again. The sex had been over for months. Why didn't she just kick her lying ass out? Maybe she was trying to hold onto something familiar in her new surroundings. Maybe she was just scared of being lonely. May it was just that she didn't want to have another failed relationship on her record. Maybe . .

Well. It's tough letting go, but this weekend was hers. She needed some pampering, but didn't want to unload on her friends. Not all of it anyway. Soak it out, then sort it out. 
She watched the sunset going on in the sky, the horizon hidden behind the almost mountains she was in. The golden steaks in the clouds told her that that someone was having a glorious sunset. The trees became monochrome and she lit her candle lantern as the day became night. The splashing of the water felt good on her. The tight muscles had loosened in her neck and a gradual jellification had set in. She eased into the cool pool, letting the water flowing out of the upper pool slide down over her. 

She thought about the great massages that David used to give. She smiled to herself, remember what the massages had usually lead to. And how well he did that too. She knew Ellen wouldn't mind if he gave her a massage. She'd been there when he'd done a lot more that that. Ah, the good old days. Twenty years of every three or four years having some casual sex together. Such great casual sex!

It was after her husband Sam had left and before Ellen's miscarriage. They'd gotten together for a week. Shopping and shows and dinner, showing her places. But no sex. Then Ellen confided that after the almost baby it had gotten bad between David and her. The clumsy doctor had sewn her up so badly that she was loose as a goose. And while cunnilingus was fun, it only went so far. While Dave's cock still went deep enough, it just didn't go wide enough. Suzie remembered Ds cock. A pink banana that was about all her small figure could take comfortably. A monster, no. Respectable, yes. Poor David, she thought. Poor Ellen. Remedial surgery wasn't covered. With that and Chrissy there being 'monogamous', it hadn't been okay to have sex in the casual way they were used to. Still, she would think of some of the things that they'd done together over the years and get herself off. 

Her fingers had been idly poised over her mons, cupping the hot water to her pussy absentmindedly. She noticed how her nipples were sticking up on her small breasts. I'm horny, she thought in mild astonishment. What with the Chrissy situation, it had been a while. 

She turned to the rock face and clutched the splashing water to her. She directed rhythmic splashes against her furry lips, while her other hand skinned back her clit. Oh yes, little pearl, you need a good rubdown too. She closed her eyes and moved against the warm rough rock, grazing her nipples against it under the warm water. She thought again of the times that they had been together, the three of them so inventive and fun. She worked three of her fingers inside herself, remembering how David had fucked her while Ellen ate her that special, sweaty Saturday afternoon. She felt the tensions building up in her legs as she encouraged the water with little pats. She arched up against the warm rock. It had been so long since she'd had more than a quick twiddle in the morning under the shower. This one she let build and build . The water sloshing into her cupping hand and she beat it up into her... Oh yes!!

She yelled out as she came, the force rushing through her caused her knees to slump, banging a against the rock. Her eyes flew open as her balance started to go. And past the candle she saw, a flashlight retreating back up the trail.



She lazed in the yellow light in the nylon tent. While it had been embarrassing, there was a sneaky kind of turn on about having someone (not a rapist, thank God!) watching her get off. She thought about the time that she set her husband up to get seduced by Ellen where she and David could watch. That wasn't a bad memory, she thought. But thinking about ;the stranger watching her get off . . . Ohhhh.

She slid her hand down and welcomed the morning.



It was almost ten when she got up to the spring.

She saw the jeans hanging on the peg in the lean to clothing shelter first. It was on thing fantasizing about someone, but running into them not a half an hour later.... and especially after last night.

His head was lying in his arms, eyes closed, wearing one of those slack, soaked out looks. She figured, what the hell, and went in the lean to and started taking off her clothes, tying to be quiet so as not to disturb him. A shoe fell on the plank floor and she glanced over quickly, in time to see his eyes open languidly.

"Hello," he murmured.

"Hi. Sorry to disturb you. Attack of the clumsies. Nice day, isn't it?" She babbled; nervously.

"No problem. And yeah; it is a nice day."

She slipped out of her sweater and t shirt in one pull No bra. She'd always had a skinny body, envied by her friends. "Oh Suzie. You never have to worry about gaining weight. How we envy you." She'd always compared their full rounded boobs with her flat little titties and ---oh, the hell with it!

He'd closed his eyes again and she like him for that courtesy as she slide out of her jeans and panties. She didn't mind being seen naked, but being watched while undressing bothered her. 

She eased into the hottest upper pool, felling slightly awkward, but somewhat comfortable with him. Might as well bring it right out into the open. He'd had nice manners last night.
"That you last night?" she asked, trying for casual but feeling that it sounded terribly stupid, even as she said it. 

"Mmmm. Yeah." He stirred slightly, glancing over at her. 'Hope I didn't scare you."

"Startled me somewhat." She felt herself blush. "Thanks for ..uh.."

He quickly took her off the hook. "Don't mention it. I do the same when I'm here by myself." He grinned, a charming grin without a leer in it. "The woods teaches you to be pretty self reliant."

She laughed and relaxed. They chatted quietly about other things for a while, working their way pass the awkwardness and letting the water work on them. He turned around and rubbed his back against the stone rime, rolling his neck and stretching his arms. 

"Stiff from wood chopping?"

"Yeah. Got to get the wood in for the winter. Another half cord to go."

"Want me to do your neck?" He glanced at her somewhat dubiously. He was over twice her weight. She kept a casual look on her face. A no big deal, take it or leave it look. Wondering inside what the hell she was doing.

"Sure." He turned and slid his chest down against the pool wall. She stood behind him, being careful not to stand on his legs. She'd always had remarkably strong hands. She worked his neck and shoulder muscles. Bracing her feet further back, she worked down his spine to the small of his back, working her thumbs on either side of his spine, fairly lightly, checking the muscle tension. When she got to where his butt started, she worked her way back up.

"Great hands," he murmured appreciatively. After a while she broke the silence.

"Stretch out your left leg, she replied. She'd gotten into working on him and wanted to make this a good massage, the first one she'd done in too long. The huge man muscles fascinated her. All that power, just under his skin. She thought of a horse being groomed as she worked on him. The out doors, the solitude, his grunts of contentment as she unknotted him. Back up the leg, working her thumbs up the middle of the muscle trough on the back of his thigh. He jumped a little when the back of her hand touched his bag. A brief sensation of hairs and skin and weight.

"Sorry."

"Sal right. Just startled me."

"Other leg." She said business like, brushing past the . .what? Was she trying to start something here? The conscious part of her mind moved from his muscles to other parts of him. The other leg was done a bit more sensually in a subtle sort of way. She could sense his wondering if she would or wouldn't? And she did. Again the graze, this time with the back of her fingers. A slightly slower brush as he didn't jump and she worked her way up the muscles into his ass cheek. The skin didn't seem as loose this time. She moved her hand slightly, as if to get a better thumb leverage, letting the backs of her fingers have a good graze. She could feel the mood changing. She slid her hands up, index finger following lightly along the crack of his ass. Then back down, stopping where she could feel the pubic hairs on his scrotum. She wiggled her finger out slightly.

"You trying to start something here, lady?" He murmured into his arm.

"Mmm. Maybe. Turn around."

"Uhh." His shyness turned her on.

"You've seen mine, now show me yours." She said in a teasing voice. She put her hands on his hips and tried to turn him gently. He resisted. Playing hard to get, she thought delightedly. Don't you know what a turn on being the instigator is for me?

"Ah, well.. um. I'm not built like other men. Uh." his face was really red. 

"So what if your small. I'm not a big person." Men and their cocks. Don't they ever figure out that you fuck with your brain?

"Uh. No. It's the reverse that's the problem."

She chuckled. "That's what they all say."

"In my case, it's true." He said with a simple resigned sort of dignity. And turned around.
She glanced down and went on stun. It's a trick of the water, she thought. There under the surface was the fattest cock that she'd ever seen. It looked almost square. A small tray attached to his belly. Easily wide enough to set a beer can on. And a mug. She reached out slowly for it ...must be a trick of the water ...but her hand closed on it, right where it appeared to be. Or tried to close on it. It's as big as my ankle, she thought. What made it appear wider was that it was six, six and a half inches tops. Bit it was four inches across!

"Good god!"

He grimaced. "Yeah, that's what they all say." With a touch of bitter humor.

"Quite a weapon."

"Yeah. The ultimate deterrent. Surprising how many women change their minds at this point."

She was still trying to get her hand around it. Both hands. "I see why. " She continued to hold him, fascinated by his strange appendage. "You get a high back out rate?"

"Unbelievable."

Her hands wandered up and down his cock, squeezing the spongy head and down the broad back. Poor guy. It was as wide as the back of her hand. Wider. Their was no way that she could fit it into either her mouth or her pussy. He let her satisfy her curiosity.

"Well. I did start this and I hate prick teasing. Let's go down to the shallow pool and see if we can figure this out."

He looked surprised.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see."

The got into the cooler waters of the shallow pool, the coolest one farthest from the spring. She had him lay on his back and straddles him, her hands on his shoulders. She bent forward and kissed him lightly.

"Now I'm going to show you how lesbians make love." she whispered to him, building a mental picture for him to go on. 

She moved down slightly, the warm shaft grazing her pubic hairs, the fat head nuzzling her belly. She hitched herself up slightly and spread her knees further. The tip of her clit popped out as she hunched against him. The shaft rubbing up between her pussy lips excited her and her slickness soon coated him. They begin to slide against each other. She watched his face while she worked herself around on him. He had first looked doubtful, then pleased. She shared her grin of delight.

"Oh yeah. ride em cowboy!" he enthused.

"Cow girl, if you please," she said primly, suddenly bringing herself to the tip and bent to dangle one of her nipples above his lips. "I know their not huge, but I don't see how you can totally over look them!"

He raised his head and licked the erect nipple, running his tongue around the aureole, stiff mustache hairs tickling, suddenly sucking her fiercely into his mouth. The thrill went right to her crotch and she bucked on the head of his dick, feeling her clit grazing into the slit at the end. A shudder went through her and she gasped and moved herself around, deliberately moving her clit to slid up and into his slit. It thrilled some part of her, full filling a curiosity about what men feel going into a woman. The down and dirtiness of it was all too real and she felt her pussy swallow once gently as the first tiny quiver of orgasm rippled through her. "Hmm?" he asked, mouth full of sucked in breast, tongue rasping circles. Yes!

She shifted into high gear, hips ratcheting back and forth, riding his vieny hardness. The sensations he was feeling were evident in the hips bucking up to match her thrusts. Like a fast horse at full gallop, the rise of the plum forming a saddle horn in front of her, the friction of the phallus sliding on her clit as she worked herself around on him. His strong caloused hands gripped her tightly to him, matching the rhythm she'd set up, urging her on. She watched his face through slitted eyes as his climax approached. Nostrils flaring and eyes bulging, he arched up in the air, carrying her weight effortlessly as he began to come. She felt his cock spasming between her labia and the sharp hot spurts of ejaculate hitting her belly and her lush pubic hairs. She bucked down the length of it until her ass cheeks rested on his balls. The throbs of his climax and the sight of the sperm still spurting triggered her orgasm, the pulses of his cock throbbing in time with her own clit. Gasping, she threw her head back and yelled out as the powerful flash of her coming raced through her body. The fat cock throbbing subsided and she leaned forward and put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. He grinned up at her and she smiled back.

"Like it?"

"Loved it!"

A burst of hand clapping interrupted the mood. She looked up to see David and Ellen standing there wearing matching grins. She grinned back joyously.

"Ellen! Have I got a treat for you!



for Margie, for the time we had together.
I wrote this for her, but she never got to read it.
Goldmeyer Hot Springs, WA
                  November 1994
                     RIP
