Abby and I settled in for the evening and eventually we stripped her lingerie off. Abby wasn't quite ready for anal sex yet and so we spent the better part of the late evening in a combination of vaginal and oral sex.

I really liked the lights above the bed and thought that I should look into adding something like that at home. When Abby was on top of me, I noticed how the light highlighted and shadowed her body whether she was facing towards or away from me as she rode me. They particularly emphasized the movement of her breasts when she was facing me and on top. I wondered how that might look from the same perspective on my waterbed back home.

It was another loving session we shared and I thought about how nice it was to have this sort of companionship on this business trip. My wife had traveled with me on trips where I was teaching to Tampa, San Francisco, and San Juan, Puerto Rico (and to St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands). But I never took her with me on trips where I was working at various facilities. Having Abby there sure made this type of trip more enjoyable. It was too late to wonder if having my wife on these trips (if she could have travelled with me) would have made any difference. I suspected the answer was no and didn't dwell on that. Instead, I just thought about Abby being here with me in the here and now.

There were multiple orgasms for her and one for me, of course. And when I finally came inside her, I was taking her from behind. Not doggy-style, but laying on her with my legs inside hers, thrusting in to her with the bottom of my cock rubbing along the front wall of her vagina before reaching beyond her cervix. And then that final push in deep to feel my cock totally wrapped by her pussy and holding the pressure so she could feel each squirt. We had a mutual admiration of each others orgasms (and I knew that not every one did).

Over the next two minutes, as my spurts diminished and then were just an isolated spasm or two, I laid with part of my weight on Abby's back, part held by my elbows and forearms. I brushed her hair aside and gently kissed her on her neck and her left ear while whispering about how, once again, I was flooding her with my cum and how much I enjoyed how we shared these times with each other.

She told me that she was going to miss having me around all the time like we had been together for all the last week. I knew what she meant. I was also going to miss her and the way we had been in the previous week. I couldn't help but feel that we had drawn emotionally closer and that the next few weeks would be tough for both of us as we suffered a degree of withdrawal from having each other there, together.

My cock softened inside her, but didn't really slide out of her, still holding my latest load of cum inside her to swim around. I told Abby that when I finally slipped out of her that I would prepare a nice warm enema for her to help her rectum feel better.

"And then what?" Abby asked.

"No anal for tonight," I said. "We should save that for tomorrow night."

After a few more minutes, I could tell I was about to slide out of her. And when I did, I gave her a kiss and told her not to go anywhere and I'd be right back.

I retrieved one of the enema bags and began to fill it. When we were at the restaurant, I had asked for a little container of salt to take back with me (just a couple of tablespoons for gargling, I told them) and they provided me a small container of table salt that I had put in my pocket and brought back to the hotel. This was all before I knew about isotonic enemas, so it was purely a guess as to how much salt I should add. It was more important (I thought) for a nice warm enema to take care of any bruising she had internally. I lubricated the nozzle while I was in the bathroom

I came back with a full bag and Abby was still laying there on her stomach waiting for me. She was such a sight to behold like that. She looked over at me as I approached the bed and smiled.

"For me?" she asked, knowing that it was, of course.

"Yes, my love. For you," I replied.

I held the bag up high so that the hose and the nozzle dangled between her legs and then reached down with my left hand to take the nozzle and guided it into her ass. She spread her legs a little further apart and it slipped into her easily. After the nozzle was inside her and held it, I lowered the bag and then sat down on the bed beside her with the bag still held in my hand.

"Are you ready?" I asked. she acknowledged that she was with an "Umm Hmm."

I released the nozzle for just a second to open the clamp with its distinctive "click" and then slid my hand back down the hose to hold the nozzle in place. The allowed me to have my hand on Abby's ass while she was feeling the flow of the warm salty water filling her rectum and lower colon.

"Mmm," Abby nearly purred. "Mmm, that feels really good," She cooed. I sat there admiring her body, knowing how the enema usually feels to me. Since I was holding the bag up high enough for the enema to flow in at a fairly fast rate through the fountain nozzle, I rested my upper arm and elbow against the side of my chest and watched as the bag bulge was diminishing. I could have hung the bag to free my hands to glide over her back and buttocks, but this seemed more intimate, more personal with me holding the bag in one hand and the nozzle in place with the other. Enemas certainly could be erotic, sensuous, and intimate. But they seemed to be enhanced by maintaining skin contact someplace on the body and, in this case, with my hand resting on her buttocks, my fingers in her crack holding the nozzle in place.

The bag drained with its characteristic gurgle that indicated the bag itself was drained. I raised the bag up as high as I could without standing to drain the hose as much as possible. I took my hand off Abby and reached up to close the clamp and then gently extracted the nozzle from her rectum. I hung the bag over the knob on the nightstand beside the bed, with the nozzle in the bag opening. And then I laid down beside Abby.

"Hold it as long as you're comfortable," I told her. "This is to help you feel better. When you're ready to get up, I'll get out of your way." I was on my right side facing her. She was on her stomach with her face turned towards me. I could hear her intestines making noises but she didn't seem to be in any particular distress, yet.

After a few minutes she asked me to roll over to my back because she wanted to get on top of me. I did what she asked and she positioned herself so that she was laying on top of me. In particular, she had positioned my cock so that she could rub it slightly with he flexing her hips. I started to get hard again. That's what Abby wanted and once I was hard enough, she slipped me back into her with my cum and her juices providing the lubrication.

She wasn't vigorous in her lovemaking as I knew that what she wanted was that combination of the enema's warm and feeling my cock inside her. Catie had told me, and Abby had confirmed that having orgasms seemed to make it easier to hold their enemas because it tightened their sphincter muscles (I note the same effect as I get close to cumming while holding an enema).

"I don't need you to cum inside me again," Abby whispered. I just want to feel you inside me like this." And then she was off to another one of her mini-orgasms. A few minutes later she asked me if I was close and I told her not really. That's when she decided it was time to expel the enema. She got off me and off the bed, reached out her hand to me, indicating that she wanted me with her.

When we got into the bathroom, she put up the toilet seat and settled down on the porcelain edge. She drew me close and took my cock into her mouth to suck and lick my cum and her juices off it. She didn't do it for long before she asked me to get on my knees and to "do" her pussy. I folded a towel and placed it in front of the toilet (just in case) while she spread her legs and knees wide.

Once on my knees I had her slide forward just a bit more to give me really good access to her still draining pussy. Almost the moment my mouth and tongue contacted the folds of skin, she arched her back, leaned back and came hard. And I hadn't even hit her clitoris yet, She pulled my head tightly to her pussy and as long as she held onto me that way, my mouth and tongue would explore her, tasting "us." She finally pushed my mouth away and moments later, the first gush of the enema solution flowed out of her. And then the next, and the the next one after that.

"I think I'm going to pee," she said. I quickly brought me mouth back to her and she did indeed pee a little (or squirt?). She leaned forward to kiss me and to taste what I had just tasted. We were so nasty! She had me stand up again and had me straddle her so that she could suck me. As she did, the enema solution gushed and plopped out of her and formed a brown concoction in the toilet bowl below her ass. She stopped sucking on me (I was hard) and stood up and we held, hugged and kissed each other in front of the toilet. About 30 seconds later, Abby sat back down to release another couple of gushes.

After a couple of minutes I asked better? She told me that she thought she was pretty much finished and although she could feel where I opened her up suddenly, it did feel better. A little of the enema liquid dribbled down her legs and I suggested we get in the shower to rinse off (which we did). Abby had one last little expulsion while we were in the shower. We let it wash down the drain and then got out of the shower and dried each other.

We headed back to the bed. Some of my cum was still draining out of Abby as we cuddled and snuggled together. A few minutes later, we turned off the lights and I know that I fell into a deep and restful sleep.

We didn't set an alarm. Rather, we woke up when we woke up and it was another wonderful morning waking up with her in bed with me. Kisses and snuggling led to us starting our morning with another intimate lovemaking session. We liked this contrast of tender and intimate lovemaking with the raw lust of intense fucking. It was the Ying and Yang of love and passion. So, on this morning, it started with the tenderness of snuggling and kissing in the darkened room though we were aware that the sun was trying to shine through the heavy curtains at the sliding glass door.

It wasn't lost on me that we fit together nicely both symbolically and practically. There was and is always something special about the way two bodies can come together (and cum together) to unlock such powerful feelings and sensations. It would be our last lovemaking "on the road" because we'd be back in Portland later in the day and Abby's "home." But in these moments, on this morning I was with her in the here and now with more than just the instinctual thrusting towards orgasm. We explored all the sexual positions that brought us pleasure. We "blew through" my first orgasm with but a slight pause and continued to the much more extended time that would give me my second orgasm.

Shortly after cumming in Abby the first time and after we had started our second session, we had rolled over so that Abby was on top again. Of course, my cum from my first orgasm was leaking out her. After some stroking/riding, Abby slid off my cock and turned around to position us in a 69 position with her on top of me. As she straddled her hips over my head and my cum was leaking out of her, she said Special Cream Sauce. The phrase that we created only a week earlier was going to live in my memory (and hers?) for the rest of my life. In the moment, though, I was tasting the fruits of my labor so to speak as Abby would rise up and ride my face while cumming before leaning back over to take my cock in her mouth. Eventually, she returned to having our cock/pussy interlocked until I was cumming in her once again.

It had been nearly two hours since we had first awakened. Fortunately, there were no interruptions from housekeeping or other distractions.

"I'm going to miss starting our days like this," I said to Abby. It wasn't just starting our days on a road trip I was speaking of. It was starting our days making love together. I realized this was true for anyone I deeply cared about and how soon life intervened. But in this short time for us together, it was a wonderful way to start our day with such intimacy.

These morning and evening lovemaking sessions definitely made this trip and work assignment special. It was funny to think about mu other coworkers on this assignment, particularly with the assignment for the far northeast corner of the state of Washington. Their days certainly didn't start like this out in the middle of nowhere like the facilities I visited.

It was time for us to get going to head back to Portland. We got out of bed and took another shower together (that's when housekeeping showed up, but the door was locked so that they couldn't enter) and then packed our stuff. After we got dressed, I took our stuff out to the car. After a last look around the room to make sure we hadn't left anything, it was time for us to check out.

Abby and I walked down the hall together, hand-in-hand, to the front desk to turn in the keys and for me to get the receipt. The lobby was starkly bright from the sunshine flooding through the sheer curtains compared to the lower light levels in the hallway. There were a couple of other people checking out in front of us and so we had to wait. We continued to hold hands. A car pulled up to the driveway for check-in and a guy got out of the vehicle.

"That's him!" Abby whispered.

"Who?"

"The guy at the pool!" Abby whispered.

I turned my head to look towards the front door as this guy approached. I only had a moment to look at him as the people in front of us had completed their checkout and were leaving. A good looking guy, maybe in his mid-20's, brown hair.

"May I help you?" the man at the front desk asked. I turned my head back to the person behind the counter.

"Yes, we're checking out." I let go of Abby's hand so I could get the keys out of my pocket. Abby slipped her arm around my waist as the person took my keys and looked up the bill for the room. By this time, the guy from the pool had entered the lobby and was behind us and to our right. I didn't see any acknowledgement between them, but Abby had pulled herself close to my right side after I placed the keys on the counter.

"I hope everything was satisfactory during your stay with us," the desk agent said as I looked at the charges.

"Oh, I think we can say that," I said. Abby's hand slipped down from my waist to my left buttock where she squeezed and gently rubbed it through my pants. I was pretty sure that Abby was sending a message to the pool guy that I was her squeeze, as we termed such things back then.

"Does that look correct?" the desk agent asked with a smile after I looked at the paper in front of me.

"Yes," I replied. I turned my head towards Abby and gave her a little kiss to acknowledge what she was doing.

"Then, you're all set. Please come again."

Somehow, we both managed not to burst out laughing because both of us heard it like Please cum again!

"Oh, we will," Abby said. And with that Abby's hand came back to my waist and we turned to leave the lobby and go to our car. As we turned and passed the pool guy, I glanced at him briefly as we passed him, before stepping in front of Abby to open the inner and outer doors from the lobby to the driveway and parking lot. I glanced back at him as Abby passed by me. He was watching her and us before the person at the front desk had to repeat "Sir, may I help you?"

Once outside, we walked with our arms around each other towards the car.

"You're so BAD! I said to Abby with a chuckle. "Messing with that guy's mind like that."

As we walked towards the car, I mentioned that Catie and I had once dashed some guy's hopes of sitting beside Catie on the train back to Chicago. I had no idea whether the pool guy was still watching us, but when we got to the car, I opened the passenger door to let Abby get in and sit on the seat. I leaned over and gave her a kiss before checking to see that she was clear of the door before I closed it. I walked around and got into the driver's seat and once belted in, said "Ready to go."

It was a short drive to the interchange and a few minutes later, we were headed west on I-84. As we drove away, Abby asked me to remind her about which train event.

"It was on out first train trip together, right after we met, when I was sneaking your sister in and out of my room," I said.

"What if you'd gotten caught?"

"Oh, I was prepared to pay for her train fare. They would have taken an imprint of my credit cards and at the first stop that accepted payments, they would have checked my card and completed the payment. Anyway," I continued, "your sister had placed an occupied card on her seat in the coach section and when we got to Saint Paul, the train had filled with commuters and a business man had taken the seat beside the one she had marked as occupied. Anyway, she needed to get something from some of her stuff at the seat. I was at the front of the car watching her and him watching her. I bet he thought it was his lucky day until your sister walked to the front of the car and we embraced and kissed, before leaving the coach car."

I paused for a moment before continuing. "He had no idea of what we had been doing. He didn't know that miles before he got on the train, that your sister had surrendered her anal virginity to me, or that she was full of my cum...in her ass and in her pussy. Kind of like you are," I said as I reached across and patter Abby on her left leg.

"Would you have shared her with him?" Abby asked.

"I knew nothing about your sister's interest in sharing or being shared. At least not then. So, no, probably not. I didn't know that about your sister until after we got to Chicago and I was staying with her.

We continued to talk as we crossed into the Pacific Time Zone and west on I-84. I told Abby that I was going to stop at the facility where I had been the previous day to see if they had copied the documents and records I had requested and if they were available to take with me. We had to drive by the facility to get to the interchange that would bring us to the facility. They hadn't finished getting all the materials I had asked for so I told them to send it all to my office and thanked them.

Once again, we were on the road again through the hilly mountainous portion of the eastern Oregon desert before reaching Pendleton, OR. We stopped at the Deadman's Pass overlooks. I knew that on a clear evening near or just after sunset, the tallest mountains on the Cascade Range could be seen from there. But in the bright midday sun it was hard to pick out the snowy peaks of Mt. Rainier, Mt. Adams, or even Mt. Hood from the puffy white clouds on the horizon. We continued our journey west.

During this portion of the trip Abby's interest had turned to an interesting "what if" scenario related to the pool guy. I indulged her questions and imaginings. It basically boiled down to this question: "What if I had wanted to go to bed with him, would you have let me?"

I reminded her of what her "gut" told her.

"I know. But what if I hadn't felt that way and I felt like fucking him, would you have let me?"

"Abby, I don't own you and we haven't agreed that we belong to each other like your sister and I did. So, there's really no basis for me letting you. I'm responsible for your safety on this trip, or at least that's the way your dad sees it. So, I wouldn't want you to get into an unsafe situation with a bad outcome. Maybe in that sense, if I knew what you were planning on doing, I might not let you unless there were some safe limits in place. I trust you. I might not be so trusting of others."

"You don't have to get mad about it," Abby said to me.

"I'm not mad," I said. "It's just that we haven't talked about this or experienced this before, and I'm looking out for our safety; yours and mine. I know when you're home or when you'll be on campus, you have the choice of sleeping with or fucking anyone you want, right?"

"Yes," Abby replied.

"And we haven't put any limitations on that either, right?" I asked.

"No limitations," Abby said.

"So, I can tell you what scares me. Let's imagine, for the moment, that you liked that guy, you didn't perceive him as a creep and your gut didn't tell you to beware. Let's also assume that the offer and the chance to fuck with him was there for you to take. Would you have taken it?"

"Maybe," Abby replied.

"Well, let's assume you would. What sort of protective measures would you have taken? Would you require him to wear condoms and if he didn't have any, would you have gotten some from my stash for him to use? Would you go to his room? Would you go someplace else with him? Would you think to leave me a note telling me that and letting me know where you are and how I could find you?"

Abby didn't say anything.

I described the nightmare situation being something like my returning to our hotel room and not finding her there, at the pool or anywhere else nearby, with no note, no way of knowing where she was. And no clear idea of how long to wait before I took the next steps to try to find her. I would be left there waiting and hoping that she would show up, unharmed.

"I wouldn't be upset that you were fucking him and visa versa. I'd be upset that I didn't know where you are when I'm responsible for your safety. If something happened to you, your father, your family, probably would never forgive me," I said to her.

"And so you don't need my permission. You are, however, responsible for your own safety in who you trust and how and how and when to share that with people who are directly responsible for you. That's what I'm getting at. It's one thing to be 3,000 miles away or for you and I to be away from each other and doing our own things. It's different because you're here with me and I am responsible for getting you back home," I said.

In some ways I was being a parent to her in that moment.

"So, leave a note?" Abby asked.

"Or some way for me or someone else to know where you are in this kind of situation. It's for your own safety," I said.

"Sis didn't do that," Abby said to me.

"Actually, she did," I replied. "Or at least until she got to know me well enough to know I wasn't an axe-murderer or a serial killer. Your mom knew, at least one or more of her friends knew I was with her. Even you did, if you think about it. You knew a lot about me and what we were doing before you ever met me, remember?" Abby could see how that was true.

"If I left a note would you come and get me?" Abby asked. I was a little at a loss for knowing where Abby was going with this. We only had the afternoon, evening, and the next morning together. Still, I played along.

"Unless you told me to come get you or come join you, I probably would just let you know I got your note or message," I said.

"How about if you came back to the room and you found me, found us, fucking?" Abby asked.

"I think I'd ask you whether you wanted me to leave, to stay and watch, or to stay and join you," I said.

"I'd definitely want you to join in," Abby said. Suddenly, I knew where this was going and that I had guessed correctly why Abby had asked Stephanie and her boyfriend to join us that evening.

"I'll tell you what. If you find threesome or more you want to have and you want me there with you, I'll find a way to be there with you and for you. Just let me know."