I said sure and we headed out through the parking lot. As we walked she started talking about being bored at work and reading Lush stories and how she...has been reading the stories since the other day when it was brought up out at our break. I told her I had also been reading the stories. Kelly said, "I know you have," with a smiling grin on her face. With that I just stopped in my tracks. How did she know I was reading in my cubical? Just then we arrived at her SUV. She hit the unlock button. When I was younger I would rush. However, with older women, not sure why, I love to savor the moments and enjoy the nice foreplay. I have found over the years that older women in general are more comfortable with theirselves and know what they like. So there is more to sex than just rushing to an orgasm. Getting back, so I decided that I was going to extend things out and have more foreplay and sexy conversation as we sat and drank wine. Being candid, many times during the week I jack off to. . I don’t. My route took me through Judith Gap ... between the west end of the Big Snowys and the east end of the Little Belts.Then it was the Bulls, the Pryors, the Big Horns and the Wolf Mountains. I was never farther away from nasty big rocks than fifty miles.Flying in high winds, fifty miles is a horseshoe leaner. In overcast it’s damn near a ringer. I didn’t want any ringers. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are everywhere.I made it.I called the ranch .... "The sun sank toward the horizon, and finally, the lower edge hid behind the horizon, the light faded under the bush, and the other picnickers headed to their cars, and home. By full dark, Jake and Maggie were the only ones still there. The oppressive heat of the after-noon had faded, and they had pulled the blanket edges over their legs. A six-pack of empties had found its way into the basket, with the lunch remnants, and put a glow into their minds. At seventeen, Maggie was still a virgin..