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Up Front Out Back, 4 - First Night
First Night

On their way at last, they travelled through the city and out into the rural north. The paddocks looked dry with yellow stubble against brown dirt, sheep grazed on little, cows stood and chewed their cuds; it was obvious that all were being given supplementary feeds to tide them through the summer of drought.

It had been a tough year with nothing to be optimistic about. He talked about it with Rochelle, she listened with a feeling of wonder that people would bother to have a farm here. They became more relaxed. He concentrated on driving as she looked out of the windows at the landscape as it passed by, small towns that sat lazily beyond the verge of the bituminized road and fences that delineated land use.

She looked at him too, his hands large and well kept, his arms lean and muscular, as were his legs which extended from shorts. She checked and saw that he dressed to the left; an ample package that she hoped would prove more than satisfactory.

She pushed her chest out, her cleavage extended a little further than she remembered when she tried the shirt in the store. Without a bra her breasts lolled, her nipples punched dents in the pink fabric and she thought she saw him take furtive looks at them. Her bare legs were white; the winter having taken her summer tan and she was pleased she had shaved them; they looked smooth, wholesome and healthy.

As they travelled, the cereal crops gave way to grazing and salt bush. The brown dirt gave way to red dirt. To the right were rounded hills and to the left the sea. The drive was beautiful- so different, she felt she should pinch herself, to realize she was so far from home in such a different country. As they talked they enjoyed each other's accents. He told her he felt so lucky coming from the only place in the world not to have an accent. They both laughed. She put her hand on his knee as they talked.

After four hours of driving he turned right, off the highway and up through the hills. Then another turn right and they entered a property that was fenced and they drove along the noisy, corrugated, gravel road. It was beautiful as cockatoos wheeled in flocks around the trees and called in raucous tones. Sheep watched from behind the fences as they slowly made their way along the road. It was to be a surprise; Jeff didn't say anything about what she should expect, but warned her to keep out of the long grass because it's where longtails are often found. She asked what a longtail was and he explained,

"A Joe Blake, you know, a snake, and around here they are all extremely venomous, they can all kill a human being. The brown is the worst and it is very quick." As they crested a rise, the road opened out and beyond was a beautiful view.

There was another car there with a tent beside it. A couple wandered around, the menial tasks of domesticity occupied them. They had a small table beside the tent and were putting things on it. Jeff and Rochelle watched for a moment before they went to the fence and looked at the view.

Rochelle looked and could see the land with the broad finger of the gulf penetrating it. They got out and he showed her the landmarks; the power station, the steel works and the lead smelters. She got her camera and snapped a lot of photos, trying to get a series from which she could create a panorama. Light was beginning to fade as the sun descended and threw up a palate of pink mixed with orange against the blue.

They returned to the ute and sat on the tail gate. The other campers were washing. Both naked, they stood around the table and soaped themselves. One at a time they turned their backs and were soaped by each other. When he soaped her he reached round and soaped her breasts too. She shrieked with laughter. His hands went down to wash her bum and his hand extended through, between her legs, to wash her pussy. Again she shrieked with laughter. Rochelle and Jeff noticed that her legs spread wider to accommodate his wandering attentions. Rochelle snapped a few pictures.

Jeff took Rochelle's hand in his as they watched. Rochelle leaned against Jeff, her head on his shoulder.

It was her turn to wash his back. As he was facing them Jeff gave a "thumbs up". The man responded with the same. They could see his large, half hard penis in a thick nest of hair. The woman soaped up a flannel as they watched. Her large breasts wobbled with the movement. She had a very hairy pussy. She started to wash the man. Her hands slowly washed his back and made excursions to tickle his nipples. Her excursions moved down his torso to wash his bum. She was thorough. She reached in front of him and took his penis in her hand. Quickly she stroked and they could see it gather its erection to be standing tall and hard. His arms were held up, away from the activity, to give her every opportunity.

"Go for it, Hon," Rochelle shouted and clapped her hands together.

The man was spun round to face the woman. She quickly had his cock in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down.

"Woo hoo," she shouted, as she substituted her mouth with her hand. The frenetic movement of her hand quickly had him posturing awkwardly with forward movements of his hips.

"Woo hoo," he shouted as Rochelle snapped a series of pictures showing him coming in long, silver arcs which hit the woman's breasts. When the woman had finished the job she ran, her breasts heaving as they jumped with her movement, she laughed as she escaped from him. It didn't take him long. He ran and caught her, gathered her in his arms and carried her back to the tent. Framed by her legs and his arms they could see the pink, surrounded by the dark brown hair of her pussy. Stooping he went into the tent, they heard the zip descend as the tent's doorway was closed, and her laughing turned to murmurs of sensuous canoodling.

Rochelle had never had the opportunity to take such a series of pictures before and that the couple had performed in front of her, knowing she was taking pictures, gave her a nefarious pleasure. As they listened, Jeff lit a fire and started to cook. Rochelle joined him and together they ate, drank billy tea and talked.

"Do things like that happen a lot in your country?" Rochelle asked.

"No," Jeff replied, "I was thinking that it might in your country." They acknowledged that the societies they both lived in were so similar and that what they had just witnessed was very unusual. The evening was interrupted by grunts, laughter and various other noises from the tent. A candle inside the tent threw the shadows of the man and woman against the tent wall, showing their silhouettes as they played until, late, they snuffed the candle and silence displaced the noise of activity.

When tiredness intervened, Rochelle and Jeff cleaned their teeth as they looked at the stars and at almost midnight they climbed into the back of the ute.

Jeff undressed, down to his jocks, Rochelle followed suit and comfortable in bed they lay next to each other. He reached for her hand and held it. In silence they lay and breathed in the night air. She rolled over to look at him. In the dark she could see his silhouette. She was going to say something and suddenly realized he was asleep.

She knew it had been a long day for him and wasn't unhappy, but was a little disappointed. She thought of how strange it was, being topless with only panties on, in the presence of a man she had known for a long time, who she knew better than anyone else and had met less than twenty four hours ago.

She wished he was awake; she would have done more than hold hands. She wanted to hold him, hug him and kiss him. She wanted to be explored by his strong, firm hands. She snuggled up closer to him and sighed. The day had been full. She was tired. Quickly, she was asleep, her hand relaxed and fell out of Jeff's.

In the morning when she woke, Jeff was already up. He had a fire going and was preparing breakfast. The couple who had slept in the tent were busy packing. Through the window Rochelle watched. She found her camera, snapped a few more photos and used the telephoto lens to get detailed close-ups. They both looked wonderful as they postured in front of her and displayed themselves to each other.

Rochelle would have liked to talk to them and would have offered copies of her pictures and asked for their consent in having taken them. She was too slow though and before she could get out of the ute they were packed, dressed and gone.

"Good morning, Beautiful," Jeff called to her.

"Good morning, Handsome," she responded.

Rochelle looked down and saw her naked breast, with only one displayed he must have thought she was winking at him. She looked around for her tee shirt but couldn't find it. She sat and looked, aware that she was no longer winking. She moved forward and saw her tee shirt at the bottom of the bed. She covered it with some bedding and continued her search.

"Have you seen my clothes, Handsome?" Rochelle hoped that he would tell her not to worry about them.

"No, but they wouldn't be far away." Rochelle "found" her tee shirt and pulled it on. She wanted to change her panties and hunted under the bed for her box of clothes. She quickly found it and a pair of panties.

"Now for my shorts!" she said to him. She rummaged around but she couldn't find them. She climbed out of the back of the ute, knelt on the tailgate and continued her search. She was glad she'd shaved her bikini line yesterday. She knew Jeff was looking, that he wouldn't be able to resist, but he would also be polite. Eventually she found the shorts. As she sat on the tail gate she took her panties off and, after hesitation, pulled the clean ones on. Then she pulled on the shorts.

"Men!" she thought, "They're so fickle with their manners." She found her sandals, put them on and joined Jeff by the fire as he held out a cup of billy tea for her.


Note:- Billy tea is tea made in a seamless tin hung from a wire handle over a fire. It normally doesn't have milk in it. It's traditional for people who are in the bush.
The bush is what Americans call the woods.
A ute is a car that instead of having a normal back has a tray- I guess Americans would call it a pickup.


To be continued.


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