Eastbound

Mistress is at the wheel (it's too long of a bike ride), heading east bound across western KS. We're hoping no dudley doo-right of the Kansas Highway Patrol decides to pull us over and go through our bags, because Mistress has stashed away a little gift picked up in CO for her lover Jay.

Mistress did get some special treatment yesterday morning for our last hideaway day. Slave deployed her favorite power tool much to her apparent delight. And she returned the favor by letting me have my twisted way with her after the machine induced tremors faded.

We spent a good chunk of the day biking though the badlands that bound CO and NM, where man, beast, and crumbling adobe structures live as one.

Then last night we enjoyed on last summer sunset at our little house in the high desert, moaning about our reluctance to head home.

But at least Mistress has a sleepover date planned with Jay for Thursday night.

ANd the Pussycats won on the road!  Life can't be that bad in River City, can it?

The Case of the Disappearing Tan Lines

Our summer is now officially living on fumes.

Mistress and slave have one last day here in the sunny SW before we jump back in the car for that 1350 mile drive back to the hassles, work pressures  and infested nest awaiting us back in River City.

Rest assured we have been trying to squeeze that last bit of fun out the few hours left us. We started yesterday with some noisy wake-up sex, doors wide open, with Mistress riding her slave's cock to her heart's content. We may have even frightened away the prairie dogs, who seem to have moved onto greener (or possibly dryer) pastures this September.

Then we spend the day at a local music festival, that culminated in a "big barn dance" last night. The ladies were all gussied up for the highlight of the boot-scootin' season in skirts that flared while they spun.  The men had on their bolo ties and cowboy hats. Nothing flashy in their closets were left behind.  Slave did not wander far from Mistress. Otherwise I am sure some cowboy would have grabbed her by the wrist and waltzed her away onto the crowded dance floor.

Today we plan a long bike ride crossing from NM to CO and back again as out final fling before the long tedious trek eastward.  And I suspect somehow Mistress will squeeze a little more nakers time out of our Sunday.

Over our 12 days here she has certainly made some progress when it comes to homogenizing that bronze skin tone of hers.  Here is the "before" (or at least mid week) Mistress:

And here is the "after" (or at least Friday's version):

"I think I'm done with the sun for the season, Slave", Mistress sadly acknowledged Friday evening.

Well, at least she is well done.

High Desert Haze

Our days have been sliding by way too quickly here in the High Desert. I woke up this morning realizing that I had been so caught up in the lazy but seemingly busy days we've had here that I have let down our readers.... The medicinal value of some "edibles" acquired on our way through Colorado seems to have kept us in a very mellow mood, but, sadly, also has seemed to make our time here fly by even more quickly.

Let me briefly report that Mistress seems to have reached her tanning apex, lounging on our patio, conference calling and texting clients in the buff.  I guess she should be grateful they haven't demanded a video conference.

"After this the sunning season is over, Slave...."

Well at least no one can say she left a square inch of that lovely body back in the locker room!

There was a brief panic on Tuesday.  The local electrical Co-Op, which features very low rates and equally low service levels, went dark on us around 9 am, just as we were about to plunge into the shortened work week.  That meant no power, no internet, and no water, since we have a well with an electric pump.  It was a perfectly beautiful day, so they couldn't blame a lightening strike.

Ultimately the cracker jack repair crew arrived in our "neighborhood".  Mistress was almost caught in the buff by 2 of them as they wandered up our dusty "driveway" to examine our power box and meter.  Mistress had to scramble to wrap herself in a towel or the crew would have gotten an eyeful of her lush curves!

Ultimately they got our power back on by 4 pm, after much digging and an apparent midday siesta.

Then there was an amusing incident Monday evening at a local bar, where we went for dinner and some music. Setting off to fetch drinks and order, I left Mistress at  our table, one of those stool level high-tops amidst others, with a nice view of the mountains. When I finally returned with her tequila on the rocks and my IPA, I found her in the company of  two guys, engineers for the local cable company, who must have thought they had struck gold - a hot babe flying solo here in the high dessert.

I could tell Mistress was enjoying the attention - they had some shared professional experiences. I could also tell that the guys were mentally wrestling with the notion of who between them got first dibs.

They clearly were disappointed when old Mick showed up, turning their would be sexual oasis into a frustrating mirage.  But they did stick around and we enjoyed their company until the music started.  They made sure Mistress had their contact information in case they could find some mutual "work" to do in the future.

One seemed to be Mistress's type. I suspect she will be dropping an email to him,  if only for professional purposes.

That's all for now.... the sun is up, there are some wake-up sex rituals to perform, and then the 2nd day of a local music festival to enjoy.  We have only 3 more days left here before the long trek home. Unless we decide to pack it in and not go home ever again.

Sex Caddy

As anticipated, Mistress and slave woke up rather stiff and sore following our 7 hour Sunday odyssey up and down the neighborhood mountain.  And while we managed to work our way through our wake-up sex rituals, I think we would both admit it wasn't our best effort.

Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment, and not try to set records or personal bests, right?  At least I can testify that despite aching limbs and feet I "got her done".

We had decided to take Labor Day off - no exercise and no professional work - and we pretty much stuck to that path. But slave did do a little stuccoing on our low adobe wall separating our patio from the wilds beyond.  Meanwhile Mistress was sunning herself au naturale, giving slave something to admire as I spread that sticky brown goo on sun bleached walls.

Admiring Mistress's glistening body from only a few feet away, I decided it made sense to provide a bonus cum to make amens form my less than focused efforts of the morning.  Without Mistress noticing, I found her hitachi inside, hooked it up to the long extension cord we had been using to play the radio, and silently proceeded the the side of her chaise, proferring to her the little electric wand with the big white bulb at the end.

I was sort of like the aging but experienced professional golf caddy, who's job it it to anticipate his boss's next club choice even before the golfer realized what club he wanted for the next crucial shot. I figured Mistress, after all that sun worship, was ready for the sort of sexual interlude that only her favorite power tool could deliver.

Mistress reacted with a start to me standing there, hitachi in hand, pulling her eyes away from her kindle.

"I thought you could use this, Mistress....."

And although I had distracted her from her book, she didn't seem to mind in the least. But unlike the well trained caddy, I didn't hand her the "tool".  Instead, with a nob from her, I applied it gently but firmly to those sun soaked clean shaven folds.  Mistress spread her thighs just a tad, then embraced that big white bulb as I switched it on to the "low" setting.

Mistress closed her eyes, focusing on the insistent vibrations attacking her tender bits. Soon her hips were shifting in rhythm to the device, and only about 30 seconds later asked her slave for permission to cum.  Who was I to forestall her pleasure?

Once Mistress seemed fully satisfied, she murmured in a way that seemed to say "enough", and slave turned off the device, putting it away for its next use.

I think I at least helped Mistress hit a birdie on that particular hole.