Priscilla calls Brian over to sit by the fire

You pad toward the fire, wanting to make sure there's no risk of sparks blowing out unattended in the night while the Disaster Vacation **** Fuck participants are sleeping off another year's celebration. But it's not unattended. A hand beckons you from a seat by the fire.

It's Priscilla, Suleiman's celebration partner. "Come sit here by me," she says. "The fire's only warm on my front. Or better, come sit behind me."

"Ma'am," you say. "As long as you're okay with the bump in my shorts."

"Ah ha ha, I am more than okay with that," she says. "Come sit."

You sidle up and straddle the picnic bench seat behind Priscilla. She's a petite gal, a little older than Mary. Not quite a little old lady in tennis shoes, but working on it. Late to hit her peak, maybe, but making up for lost time.

"Closer, I want to feel that bump. There." Priscilla sighs happily. "I always loved the cuddling part of sex, but it took me a long time to catch fire with the main event, I suppose? Tell me what brings you out here."

"The ladies got busy, and I didn't want to disturb them," you tell her.

"Were you going to take care of yourself, or just go wandering?" she asks.

"Just following my nose, I suppose."

Priscilla cackles. "Your nose? Now I have a new literary insight about Gogol's famous comic story. It wasn't his nose at all that he was following around Moscow, it was his dick leading him a merry chase." She tilts her head. "Hm. Merry Chase. I wonder if anyone's used that as a character name."

"Or an author, I suppose?" you say.

"Oh, you are sharp," Priscilla says. "I like that." She sighs. "Perhaps too much. Sharp can cut."

You wrap your arms around Priscilla's shoulders and chest, gently. She doesn't have much up front, but your forearms feel two little stiff points like pencil erasers. She quivers in your embrace. Lady is on.

Priscilla leans back into your chest. "Tell me about yourself, Brian. About Mary. About your lady friend Lindsay," she says.

"I drive trucks long-haul," you say. "Away from home a lot. Except the last some weeks, a good chunk of home sweet home. Just got over a broken leg. Mary and I have been married twenty and some years. Not quite empty nesters, but the girls are away to college and trying their wings. Mary loves God and angels and our daughters Sarah and Shasta." You pause. "And sex. Mary loves sex. Mary is a proper evangelist for sex, a preacher of sex as prayer. And wherever she goes, she makes converts. Lindsay's one. I suppose I'm one. She stole me off my girlfriend Mandy. But she never made me stop seeing her. And Mandy is sort of her girlfriend too. More Mary's than mine, they see each other all the time."

"That sounds like quite the epic story," Priscilla says. "All that, and you drive trucks long-haul away from home, while your wife is evangelizing sex and sleeping with your not-quite-ex-girlfriend?"

You laugh. "Well, she didn't have to work too hard to convert me. And we had some serious talks about being apart. So she gets to keep her oven warm for me, and I have a few girlfriends on the road that I drop in on. And we keep each other up to date. Phones are cheap these days."

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," Priscilla says. "And you're on the road together, this time?"

"Things worked out. I'm doing a favor for a friend, dropping off an RV he's selling out of town. Mary took some time off. It's rather exciting, traveling together. Seeing Mary work her magic. Mary believes a woman should cleave to her man whenever he's home, but I've convinced her that we're on road rules together."

Priscilla laughs. "How precious," she says.

"Where are you heading back to after your Vacation Disaster Reunion?" you ask. "Heading back home with Suleiman now?"

"Haha, no, Suleiman is a married man, they're expecting their second," Priscilla says. "Suleiman picked me up at the train station up the highway." She waves her arm into the night, naming the city. "He'll drop me off. But I don't actually have to be anywhere."

"Free spirit, roaming and wandering?" you ask.

"Oh no, I have a home. And a housesitter. My daughter actually. She's daddy's girl, but housesitting gives her quiet time to write, away from her big old shared house full of people and drama. So whenever I come back, I come back. I could even ride along with you and Mary." She laughs. "Good timing to get my divorce before I got my inheritance." She sighs happily. "I was born for early retirement." She wiggles her butt back at you.

"Blessed," you say. "Happy to hear it. Was the terrible vacation your treat to yourself?"

"That was when I found out that money doesn't buy you good luck," Priscilla says. "The good luck was Suleiman, and he didn't want to lose his job. He did a good one for me." She sighs with contentment. "He lit my fire, and after that, I finally understood why women can go cock-crazy."

You laugh. "Ma'am," you say.

"Are you blushing?" she asks.

"Just hard to follow that with anything."

"Well, Brian, if it's all right with your agreement with you and your wife, I'd like to make out with you. And if we're both feeling good with that, well, let's see where it goes," Priscilla says.

"I'd like that," you say.

"Then let's," she says. She squirms out of your arms, turns round on the bench and then you're full-on kissing. There's sweet wine on her breath, like what Lindsay was drinking. She threads her fingers into your hair, parts her lips and brings her tongue into the game.

Lady doesn't waste any time.

You have 1 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

You can use:

• OMG followed by She sucks your cock (CONTROL, +1)
• TELL HER (HOT, +0)
• MAKE HER BEG (HOT, +0)

or narrate making out and a possible change of scene before any clothes come off.