Abby awoke first. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at the clock and knew that there was a little more than 20 minutes before the alarm went off as I listened to her in the bathroom. I had my "Good Morning" erection and was laying in bed thinking about Abby's anal orgasm. In the meantime, I could hear Abby in the bathroom and the water running in the sink. After a toilet flush and more water running in the sink, Abby came back to bed with a warm wash cloth.

She saw me laying on my back, my cock, nice and erect.

"Well, good morning to you, too," she said. She put the washcloth around my cock and used it to clean it (some more).

"I did that last night," I said. She told me that she knew, she just wanted me to be good and clean for her. She dropped the washcloth on the towel beside the bed, straddled me, and slid her hips down on my cock. No foreplay, just right into her vagina. But she was ready for me to be back in her, first thing in the morning.

She rode on top of me the entire time until I came, just before the alarm clock went off.

"I like your version of alarm clock better," I said to Abby.

"I know, I do, too," I chuckled now that her pussy was full of my cum once again. She leaned forward to lay down on my chest.

"How are you doing this morning?" I asked. "Are you hurt?"

"I think I'm just a little bruised. But it was so worth it," she said. I pointed out that she missed the opportunity to capture it on videotape. "The videotape can't capture the way that feels," she replied. "I think you set a new standard," she said with a wide grin.

We were playful after cumming, though eventually we had to stop playing and I had to get ready for the reason I was here. Abby had me pull out of her so that she could put a plug in before we got in the shower together. As with most of our showers together, it was part practical cleaning and part sensuous intimacy with soapy water and slippery body parts. It wasn't rushed, either.

Abby didn't have to go to breakfast with me. But she wanted go with me to the restaurant near the hotel before I left. I was happy to have her company.

Ontario wasn't a big place back in 1986. But it was larger than any other place in eastern Oregon and on the Snake River. Being just off I-84, this was restaurant place was reasonably busy. Abby and I sat down next to each other rather than across from each other in a booth and ordered breakfast.

"What are you going to do today while I'm working?" I asked Abby. The hotel had a pool and our room had a patio sliding glass that faced towards the pool and away from I-84.

She said, very, very quietly, "I'm going to play with myself all day, and rub myself and my tummy thinking about all those Baby Garys' and Baby Abbys' that are swimming around inside me just looking for a home." Abby also seemed to like talking in these terms and even more than her older sister did (and Catie got pregnant even though it was an accidental pregnancy). Over time I became accustomed to Abby saying such things about how much she liked my knowing my cum was inside her. I never told her not to say things like that because I knew there was a possibility for us to be together in the end. But there was just a little twinge of concern on my part that maybe she wasn't kidding and she really was looking to get pregnant and have a child with me. Even if it was a fleeting thought for me, it was there.

Unlike Catie, Abby was pretty definite that she wasn't ready for or wanting to have a child anywhere in her (our) near future. Catie had already finished her first goals with respect to her education, had already been establishing a career in Chicago since graduating, had several unfulfilling relationships with men (and certainly no one she wanted to marry and start a family with). In some ways her biological clock was running and reminding her. And then we met and everything clicked in surprising and completely unexpected ways.

For Catie, pregnancy happened earlier than we had talked about and planned. But it was part of our plan together. I didn't have any idea where Abby fitted into this plan for Catie and I, and I was afraid of the competition that might ensue between Catie and Abby over me over time. But Catie had died and with her our plans for our lives together and those of our children.

For Abby, she really did want to graduate college before thinking about settling down and having children. That was what she maintained all along. Still, she and I had not ruled out that it would be me with whom she had children. Only time would tell and if it was us, it would be a decision we made together.

"Actually, I think I'll lay out by the pool later this afternoon. I'm going to see if I can finalize arrangements with Stephanie for tomorrow night when we get back," Abby said. Abby hadn't said very much about what the plans were other than she was trying to get us together. Even before Abby and I decided to do this trip together, Abby had asked me if she and Stephanie could plan for us to spend a little time together before they left for Corvallis and I headed to Seattle.

I hadn't heard much more about the plans since then. Abby knew where I/we were going to stay when we returned to Portland. I knew we could probably stay at Abby's house. But I thought that might inhibit our time together (particularly after the sexual experience and anal orgasm(s) Abby had the previous evening). I had promised Abby's dad that I'd have her back by Saturday morning because I knew that they were headed to Corvallis prior to Abby's starting in classes there.

Our breakfast arrived and we spoke about other things, like what I was doing this day at the facility, what I'd be doing with the information, the report I'd be writing, etc. I did expect to be done with one long day of work at the facility. After we finished eating, I paid our bill, left the tip and Abby and I walked back together to the hotel.

I grabbed my safety gear, notebook, clipboard, and the instruments I would be using. I made sure that Abby had the contact information for the facility before I left. With a kiss. I left her and told her that I'd be back later in the evening. I reminded her that the facility was in the Pacific rather than the Mountain time zone. And with that I was off to the rental car and headed to Interstate-84. It was roughly a 55 minute drive to the facility from the hotel and I would get there "before I left" from Ontario, Oregon. The quirks of being close to and crossing time zones.

It was a beautiful sunny day in eastern Oregon and southwest Idaho. Clear blue skies gave a great contrast to see if there were any easily identified equipment problems. I arrived at the facility, met with my plant contacts and started my day, There was some unique equipment at this facility that I didn't encounter frequently which meant I had to adapt some of my measurements to the site-specific design. We made good progress going through the process and the different processing equipment. This was a larger facility than the one near Pocatello, it did take a full day to see everything, take measurements, ask questions and have a wrap-up meeting.

Although it was hot in the eastern Oregon desert, the air was also quite dry and I had to be careful of dehydration without obvious sweating like I would experience at home with higher humidity. By the end of the day, I was ready to get in the car and drive back to Ontario, Oregon and get to the hotel room for a nice, cool refreshing shower to wash off the dust that I had gotten into with my inspection.

The drive back gave me time to reflect on many things. This was the last visit in the field work portion of this project. Now it would be time to write the newest reports when I got back to the office. There was almost always something satisfying about knowing that this phase of the work was completed and putting the facility in my rearview mirror. The other thing I thought about with respect to the project was that I was out here "alone" in that I was doing the work by myself, rather than as a two-person team the way the on-site evaluations were conducted in the state of Washington. That was a fortunate by-product of my experience and seniority. It might not have been so easy for Abby to come along with me had I had another team member along.

And, of course, I thought about Abby. Our time together this trip was precious. I knew it was winding down. Our time together in the future was a big unknown. Abby would be moving in with Stephanie to attend Oregon State University. That much was certain. I was headed back to North Carolina. But beyond that there was no clarity in how things would unfold.

"No," I thought, "we need to let this unfold in its own way and its own time."

When I arrived back at the hotel room, I came to the room by the hallway rather than walking around to the sliding glass door of the first floor patio. I tapped on the door before before inserting the key so as to not startle Abby. I started to say "HOUSEKEEPING!" but decided to go with "Honey, I'm Home!"

Abby had gotten off the bed when she heard the knock on the door. She had assumed that it was me and she was prepared to greet me very, very naked. But she was also didn't say anything from her side of the door and was careful not to just open the door or at least look to see who was at the door.

When she saw that it was me, she came to give me a hug and kisses. I was a bit standoffish. "I'm a little dusty from the plant," I told her and suggested a quick kiss before I went into the bathroom, got undressed, and got in the shower. I did appreciate her greeting me naked like that. And it didn't go to waste as she did come and join me in the shower. "Here, let me wash you," she said. It was a cool shower to start by our normal standards and we warmed it somewhat by the end of our shower. As she got into the shower to wash me, I told her about time I set off the hotel fire alarm at a hotel near the Detroit Metropolitan Airport.

"I was wearing a jumpsuit at the facility we visited and it had some residual dust on it. The dust had some carbon particles in it from the coal used and the smoke detector in the room treated it like they were smoke particles," I said. "It set off the alarms and we had to evacuate the hotel and wait for the alarm to be checked and reset. I put the jumpsuit back on to go outside and wait. When they allowed us back in, the hotel staff was waiting for me since it was my smoke detector that had tripped the fire alarm. I told them I was getting ready to take a shower when the alarm tripped. They thought maybe the steam from the shower had set it off but there wasn't any steam yet. So they let me back into my room and I stripped out of the jumpsuit again. It tripped the alarm again. That's when we realized it was the dust on the clothing that was setting it off. I went into the bathroom and I bagged the clothing and came out in a sweatsuit. They reset the alarm and everything was fine after that."

I let her do all the washing, mostly with only a bar of soap and only occasionally with a wash cloth. It was very relaxing after tromping around this facility that was fairly large and spread out. Plus, all the climbing we did that day to get to the places where I needed to be. She washed in all the places that needed attention and the places that needed her special attention.

We didn't talk much when we were in the shower. It was when we got out I asked Abby "How was your day?"

"Oh, some guy was hitting on me and tried to pick me up out at the pool," Abby said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he asked me what a 'pretty young thing was doing out here by the pool all by herself.' I've heard that type of line before," Abby said.

"And?" I asked.

"I told him that I was waiting for my boyfriend to get back," Abby said. "I probably shouldn't have said that because it let him know you weren't here. When he asked where you were, I just told him that you were meeting with someone nearby and that you'd be back shortly. He did ask me where you were and I told him that wasn't any of his business. That had him back off because he told me he wasn't trying to be nosey."

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"Well, I realize that because I didn't tell him to go away and leave me alone, he kept talking to me. I was polite, but my gut felt like he was trying to find out about me and figure out how he could convince me to let him fuck me."

"Your gut instinct was probably right," I said. "I've seen that before at hotels where guys hit on women because they think they're not at home, they're alone, and it might be an easy way to score."

"You've never done that, have you?" Abby asked.

"Now that you ask; no, I haven't," I said. "When I started travelling for work, I was either engaged to be married or married. It wasn't worth it to me to screw that up by having a one-night stand out on the road."

"Never even tempted?" Abby asked. "Tempted, oh yes. Even had a few offers. But never accepted any."

"And then your wife cheated on you," Abby said.

"That's the way it turned out, yes," I said.

By this time we were drying off and had moved from the bathroom to the bed. I was laying down on the bed and Abby was sitting on the bed beside me as we talked. I reflected upon what Abby had just asked and said. No, I didn't hit on women. I might be friendly and engage in conversation, but what I had worked out for myself was that if someone of the opposite sex was interested in me (or of the same sex because that had happened, too), they'd let me know. That's how I met Catie on the train. I finally broke the silence.

"So, how did it end up?" I asked.

"I told him that I'd had enough time in the sun and I didn't want to burn. He offered to rub more sunscreen on me and I told him that I didn't know him and more importantly that you didn't know him. So, 'thank you, but I'm going to get ready for my boyfriend,' and I picked up my stuff and came inside. I used the door into the hallway rather than through the patio door so he wouldn't know where I was."

Abby was using good safety sense and I was glad for that. She was a beautiful young woman and I wasn't surprised that someone might make a play for her like that. By the same token, we weren't obligated to be monogamous in our relationship and there was an honest openness about that. But we did so with sexual safety in mind. What was more interesting to me was in the entire time that I had known Abby, she had never referred to me as her boyfriend (and I hadn't referred to her as my girlfriend, either). Under the circumstances, it made sense that she would call me that.

Abby got on her knees to walk across the bed and then straddled my hips, reaching down to pull and extend my flaccid cock a bit and position it underneath her. She settled down it and my hips and said "I'm ready to be filled by MY MAN!" With a little hip action on her part, it didn't take long for me to get hard and she reached down, positioned the tip of my cock in the right place and slid her pussy down over my cock.

When I was all the way in her, she whispered "I've been thinking about this all day since this morning," and proceeded to make love to me. A few minutes later, she got what she really wanted; me cumming inside her again. Being that far west in the Mountain Time Zone it was still quite sunny and bright. But it was also getting late by clock time and if we wanted to eat like regular people at a restaurant, we needed to get dressed and go. There weren't a lot of choices in Ontario or the surrounding area. Abby inserted one of her "pussy plugs" to keep my cum inside her. A quick wiping with wet washcloths and we were ready to get dressed.

Abby surprised me by putting on one of the lingerie sets I bought her at Christmas: she put on the bronze colored silk tap pants and camisole.

"I feel so sexy when I wear these," Abby said to me. "I wish I could wear just these and some high-heeled shoes to go out." She looked fantastic wearing them, to be sure and better than I imagined when I selected them back in November (1985).

"I bet we can find someplace for you to do that...just not here," I said. "I don't think that outfit would go over very well with the LDS Church members who live here."

Abby put on a skirt and a short jacket that provided modest cover over her camisole.

I can't remember for certain, but I think we ended up at a Denny's. Abby was a little overdressed for wherever it was we went. Or maybe it was because I knew what she was wearing. All I really remember was thinking about that plug she was wearing under those loose-fitting tap pants and the flood of cum it was holding back.

When we returned to the hotel, Abby stripped down to her lingerie and slipped on her high heeled shoes to model her lingerie for me. She didn't do this often (enough) and I told her that I really should get her some more because she did look so sexy in what I got for her at Christmas. I wasn't sure what was up with her. But whatever it was, it sure was sexy.

Abby asked me about the next day. I told her that since I was done with the measurements at the facility I had visited, the only thing that I had planned to do was stop on our way back to Portland to pick up some documents they were going to provide for me (if they were ready. Otherwise, they could mail them to me in North Carolina).

"I don't have to get up and go anywhere early and we don't need to rush out of here to drive back to Portland," I told her. We had a drive that was roughly six hours back to Portland. "Even if we stayed until 12 noon, we should get to Portland around 5:00." That was because we would be leaving the Mountain Time Zone and driving into the Pacific Time Zone shortly after leaving Ontario, Oregon.

I already had a reservation for us at a hotel in the Portland area for us to spend the night together, maybe for quite a while. Better yet, I didn't have to leave Portland until about 10:30 in the morning to have enough to get the SeaTac Airport and meet my group coming from North Carolina.

"So, what are we planning to do with Stephanie?" I asked. Abby told me that the problem was that it was Stephanie's boyfriend's last night there before he was leaving for a few weeks and that he wanted to be with Stephanie before he left. They wouldn't see each other for nearly a month.

"I suggested that they could join us," Abby said in a questioning voice.

"And?" I questioned.

"Well, Troy would rather spend the evening with Stephanie before he leaves," Abby said. She seemed, to me, disappointed that it wasn't working out. My guess was that she was hoping to add to her experiences (and ours together) by being able to participate in a foursome with Troy and Stephanie. It didn't seem like any of that was going to happen.

"Honestly, I'd rather spend the evening with you. Just you," I told Abby.