Let's Ride

Chapter 4

We returned to Grant Village where Greg bought a fishing license as well as a small cooler and some lures. We also picked up three cases of Coors and hamburger buns as well as chips. We dropped everything off at our friend's campsite, then returning to ours. We took our time walking back to our friend's camp checking out another couple touring on a gold wing from California, we chatted with them for a few minutes then moved on. Everybody was ready to have a good time when we returned so we made ourselves comfortable around the fire and began to get acquainted. Everyone was surprised to find out I had served in the Marine Corps and was in Afghanistan. I spoke at length, as did Greg about our experiences over there; naturally, we left out the bad parts. Allen had served in the Navy but had only floated around the Pacific.

Greg volunteered to help with the burgers, a giggling Emily Cosgrove sat down next to me and told me a very dirty but funny joke, I told her a couple I originally heard in the 'Stan they got a rise out of her. Soon the burgers started coming off the assembly line, the beer started to flow and by ten, nobody was feeling any pain. "I think it's time we got back to camp," declared Greg, we bid every body farewell, and began our trek back to our camp via the restrooms. Once inside our tent, Greg and I crawled under the sleeping bag and cuddled to get warm. Once the proper degree of warmth was achieved, the clothes started coming off, soon both of us were naked sharing our passion ending in a long session of lovemaking. In the morning I was the first to wake, I could hear Greg's soft snoring next to me, I had the blanket pulled over my head like a hood, the air was very cold, and moisture was dripping from the inside of our tent. I felt the urge to go, but I had to decide which was more important emptying my bladder or staying warm. In the end, my full bladder won out. Slowly and methodically I began to dress, however I couldn't find my panties or my bra, my tee-shirt also seemed to be missing, thinking Greg might be playing a trick on me I rummaged around on his side of the bed.

All I succeeded in doing was to make him mad, I was forced to put my jacket on without a top, grabbing my toiletries bag on the way out, I headed for the restroom. The air was somewhat warmer inside two teenage girls were inside not really doing anything but pretending to get dressed and wash their faces. I did my business on the toilet then prepared to wash my face and brush my teeth, not wanting to get water or toothpaste all over my leather jacket I shrugged looked at the girls and said, "If you girls will excuse me, I have to get cleaned up," with that, I took my jacket off leaving me topless, having been in the military being naked in front of other females wasn't anything special to me however the girls gasped at seeing me naked. "What's the matter, never seen boobs before?" I ignored them and continued to wash my face and underarms and brush my teeth. Both of them quickly left, I was finishing up when a woman around my age came in, looked at me and said, "Army?" I smiled, "No, Marines!" she chuckled then began to lay out her soap and washcloth. As I zipped up my jacket, she looked at me and said, "I can always tell when a woman has been in the service letting it all hang out in the latrine." We both laughed, I looked inquisitively at her, "Iraq US Army" was all she needed to say, "Afghanistan Marines" was all I needed to say, we smiled at each other as I left.

Greg was almost dressed when I crawled back inside the tent, "get enough sleep lover? I kept you busy most of the night." He snickered "Anytime babe, have you seen my socks?" "Probably in the same place as my bra tee-shirt and panties." Both of us rummaged around until he found my tee-shirt then I found his dirty socks everything seemed to have found it's way under the sleeping mat. Eventually we finished dressing and crawled back outside. Smells greeted us, good smells, campfires someone cooking eggs, the unmistakable smell of coffee, smells that stay with you the rest of you life. Greg got out our little primus stove to make coffee. None of us needed to say a word, but to ex-soldiers like us, coffee on a cold morning was life, memories of where you drank it and the best cup you ever had came flooding into your mind, both of us smiled in anticipation of the first cup of the day.