As enjoyable as Katrina's practice session was, we did have to get going before the day passed us by entirely. Yes, staying in bed all day would have been a great way to pass the time, but we had sights to see.

Over breakfast in the lodge's grand old dining room, Katrina listed off some possible destinations for the day. She seemed fixated on the idea of seeing mountains, so we settled on Lassen National Volcano Park for our next stop.

"Thanks for letting me, you know, eat you out this morning," Katrina said once we were out on the road. The morning air was a bit chilly, but we opted to bundle up and enjoy driving topless, despite the temperature. The unrestricted views from a convertible with the top down were well worth the slight discomfort. Besides, we were going to be dropping down into the high desert, so we knew it would warm up before too long.

"I should thank you for eating me out. It was a great way to start the day," I assured her, resting my hand on her leg.

"I'm getting better at it, right?"

"You are, but I think you could use more practice," I replied with a smile, slipping my hand up between her legs and rubbing the seam of her jeans with the edge of my hand.

"I was thinking that, too," Katrina agreed. "Hey, there's a turnout just up there on the right."

Curious to see just how far she would run with the joke, I pulled over in the gravel turnout- all the way to the far side, as far from the road as possible.

"I thought I saw a blanket in the trunk?" Katrina asked.

"Yeah," I agreed, wondering if she was really going to go through with it.

Sure enough, not five minutes later we were off in a secluded spot in the pine forest, out of sight of the highway. Katrina laid out the car blanket, then sat down on it and patted the spot next to her.

"You thought I was kidding?" she asked. "Off with the pants right now!"

"I thought you were kidding," I admitted. "But I really hoped you weren't."

I sat down on the blanket and kicked off my shoes. I shimmied out of my jeans, taking my undies with them, leaving me bare from the waist down but for my socks. I lay back, resting on my elbows so I could watch as Katrina settled on her tummy and planted her face between my legs.

It was going to take a lot of practice until her technique was up to a level equal with Emmy (or Stephanie or Angela, for that matter), but Katrina certainly had an admirable enthusiasm that made up for it. She ate and fingered me to a couple of nice, solid climaxes, looking really pleased with herself after the second.

Lying there, quickly cooling off in the chilly shade of those mountain pines, I asked Katrina if she wanted me to return the favor.

"Tonight," she said. "I want you to fuck me completely senseless when we get to our hotel."

"I'm looking forward to it," I replied. "Could I ask you to do me a big favor?"

"Again?" She asked raising her eyebrows as she rested her hands on my inner thigh once more.

Laughing, I said, "No, not that, but I appreciate your willingness to help in those matters. No, I was gonna ask you if you could go get me my suitcase from the trunk?"

"O.K…" she said, looking dubious, but she did what I asked and a minute or two later I was rooting around for what I wanted.

"A skirt?" Katrina asked as I pulled a gray plaid kilt from my luggage.

"Yeah, not gonna be able to wear those jeans, feeling like I do right now," I confessed, earning myself a big grin when Katrina realized what I'd meant.

"I did that," she said polishing her fingernails on her shirt. "Hey- no panties," she admonished me as I stood to dress myself. "They're just gonna be in the way next time."

"Well, O.K., then," I said, liking this side of her.

"This is different than anything I've ever seen before," Katrina said as we drove the nearly empty highway through the high sage desert of southeastern Oregon. "As much as I hate to say it, this trip is really driving home how little I've traveled."

"Hey, look over there!" I said, pointing off to a distant hillside. "Antelope!"

"Jesus!" Katrina said, watching the herd race along at what seemed like nearly our highway speed. "Look at 'em go!"

"I've heard people call them 'speed goats'", I said as I slowed a bit to keep pace. "Thirty-five miles an hour," I said, checking the speedometer. I kept us even with the herd until they veered off over a rise and disappeared from sight.

"That was so cool!" Katrina said, rising up out of her seat a bit to watch the last of them vanish over the hill. Settling back down, she slid her hand up my thigh under my kilt again, but this time higher- basically all the way to where the top of my thigh met my pelvis. "You know, I thought we were just gonna spend a week in San Francisco, and that would have been cool… but this road trip- I'm gonna remember this for the rest of my life."

"I'm glad you're having such a good time," I told her, resting my hand on top of hers, but outside my skirt.

"I really am," she confirmed, squeezing the top of my thigh.

Following the 'it's about the sightseeing' guideline, we took a detour to the lava beds just south of the Oregon border. The signage promised an easy hike with a lot of sights, so we parked the car in the empty lot.

"I need something," Katrina said, indicating the trunk. I opened it for her, only to laugh when I saw she grabbed the blanket. "We're gonna want this," she said with a wink.

"If you say so," I replied, really enjoying this new side that Katrina was showing.

After maybe half a mile of otherworldly terrain, including several collapsed lava tube caves and one complete one (we didn't check it out, since we had no flashlights or anything like that) we crested a rise that gave us a good overview of the area.

"Look at that," Katrina urged. "No other car in the parking lot. You know what that means?"

"Let me guess…" I said, tapping my chin and trying to look thoughtful.

"That's right! It's snacky time!" She said, laying the blanket out in a sandy little hollow, out of the breeze.

"We didn't bring any snacks," I protested, playing along.

"Oh, yes we did!" Katrina grinned devilishly, wrapping one arm around my waist while her other hand slid up between my legs to rub my pussy.

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Needing no further encouragement, I went to lie down on my back, but Katrina commanded me to get on my hands and knees instead. Amused, I did as she said. She knelt down next to me and flipped my kilt up, completely exposing my bare ass to the world- or at least the lava formations that surrounded us.

"Have I told you that you have an incredible butt?" Katrina asked, running her hands over said body part. She used her hands to nudge my legs farther apart, then sucked her fingers to get them nice and slippery before finger-banging me like her life depended on it. There was no attempt at foreplay- just a couple of fingers slamming in and out like a jackhammer breaking up a New York City sidewalk. My clit got some stimulation from her other fingers, but it think that was more of an accidental bonus rather than any sort of intentional action on her part. Katrina wanted to fuck me hard and fast, and that was exactly what she was doing.

I came with a rush- no slow build-up there, either. It hit me like a freight train, leaving me unable to support myself. Katrina rolled me onto my back and gently spread my legs, then cleaned me up with her tongue. She wasn't eating me to get me off again, but just to lap up every drop of my juice that she could. Once she was satisfied she had me clean, she sat back.

We just looked at each other for a little bit, until she finally said, "That was awesome." Indicating the way my spread legs exposed my pussy to the sky, she added, "This is a good look for you." To make her point, she idly reached over and gently stroked my hood with her fingertip. "Pretty little pussy," she cooed. "Who's a pretty little pussy? You are!"

Once I'd recovered enough I sat up and pulled Katrina onto my lap for some epic kissing. My hand wandered up under her shirt, sliding her sexy French bra out of the way to lavish some attention on her wonderful boobs, then down. I unbuttoned her pants and shoved my hand down inside her barely-there French panties, finding her quite aroused.

"Yessss…" she moaned as I slipped one, then two fingers inside. I was lavishing kisses on her face, her neck, and her hair while I was fingering her, holding her tightly in place. This wasn't about making sweet love to Katrina- no, this was about plain old fucking. Just as she'd wanted to fuck me, I wanted to do the same to her.

She came twice before I stopped, satisfied with my efforts. She protested when I slipped my fingers out, so I slid them back inside. Leaving them there, I felt aftershocks around my fingers for a while.

Katrina pulled her face up to mine for a long, passionate kiss.

"God, Leah," she said as we finally gathered ourselves together. "That was intense."

On the walk back to the car, Katrina had a little hitch in her gait.

"I think I'm starting to understand why you went to a skirt," she said, trying to pull on the crotch of her jeans to give herself more room.

Since there were no other cars in the lot and no signs of anybody on the access road, Katrina quickly followed my example and ditched her jeans for a cute knit skirt. She also changed out her undies, opting for a spandex thong.

"I've never had sex outside before, but that's twice today!" she said as we returned to the highway.

"So far," I added, getting a smile.

"So far," Katrina agreed, again sliding her hand up my thigh.

What with one thing or another we didn't make as good a progress on the road as we'd anticipated. While neither of us regretted our frequently interrupted pace, we did make the decision that it was too late to go all the way to Mount Lassen, opting to stop for the night in a small town called Susanville. It was only mid-afternoon and quite a warm day, so Katrina suggested we take a swim in the motel's pool.

"Promise me you won't just do, like, five hundred laps or something," she said once I'd agreed.

"Two hundred?" I suggested.

"Nope! No laps. We're going to soak, maybe splash each other a little, horse around, and catch some rays. No marathon swim workout," Katrina said in full bossy-pants mode, her hands on her shapely hips.

Amused by this side of her, I conceded. It wasn't as if I'd really wanted to swim a ton of laps in the hotel's far-from-Olympic-sized pool, anyway, but playing the game with Katrina made it all in fun.

There was a mom with her two young kids there when we arrived. The kids, who couldn't have been older than four or five, were splashing around and having a grand time while their mom relaxed on one of the plastic chaises. The two kids were clearly comfortable in the water, both swimming freely without a care. Even still, their mom was keeping one eye on the two of them while scrolling Facebook or whatever on her phone.

She gave us a quick glance but didn't assess us as any sort of threat. She went back to her small screen, ignoring us.

I'd packed my racer suit on the off chance we might stay at a hotel with a pool. Of course, the suit that Katrina had brought was her very minimal bikini. This earned another glance from the mom, but no more than that.

Katrina and I emulated the kids and just goofed around in the water, even engaging in a splash fight with the two of them. Even though we'd spent the day in the sun, we both enjoyed basking in the last of the day's rays after the small family had gone.

For dinner we went back up the dusty main drag to a restaurant whose name had made us both laugh on the way into town- T & A Cafe. It might not have been the best possible choice, but the standard American cafe-style food was acceptable. Not great, but not horrible, either.

The vinyl tablecloth and fluorescent lighting didn't really help make the place any sort of destination for a romantic rendezvous, but after so much sex that day it didn't really matter.

Out in the cafe's parking lot, Katrina asked what I wanted to do with the rest of the evening.

At my waggled eyebrows and lascivious leer she said, "Emmy's right. You really are insatiable. But I have to tell you, I'm not putting out any more tonight. The playground is temporarily closed."

"Mine's still open for business," I suggested, giving Katrina a hopeful look.

Katrina laughed at that. "We'll see. Maybe later. I want to go out and do something now."

"We're in freaking Susanville, California. Population seventeen thousand something. This is the only actual city in the entire county, according to what I read. Given all that, I have no clue what there is to do here," I replied as I opened her door for her.

"The county fair started today," an old-timer in a cowboy hat said as he walked past to get to the cafe. "That's always a good time."

I looked to Katrina for confirmation and she shrugged.

The fair itself was exactly like you'd expect, but smaller. Yeah, there were a handful of thrill rides and a midway with carny barkers calling people to come and lose their money. Sure, there were trailers selling truly questionable foods like deep-fried Twinkies and the inevitable cotton candy, but where the two of us spent most of our time was in the large exhibition halls, looking at the local crafts awaiting judging.

O.K., we did have some of that cotton candy and we did go on the Squirrel Zipper, but really, both of us agreed that the main event was the stuff local artists and artisans had made.

"That was really cool, in a weird sort of way," Katrina said as we walked the half mile or so back to the motel. "It was like something you'd see on TV or in the movies, but didn't think you'd ever actually experience."

"We used to go to the Del Mar Fair every year when I was little," I said. "It's, like, ten times as big as this one, but basically the same. I used to love seeing the animals when I was a kid- it's too bad they didn't have them on display here yet. I don't want to stick around lovely Susanville, California a few more days just to wait to see all the lambs and calves and things."

"No, me either," Katrina said, taking my hand as we walked. "I want to see more new stuff."

"More nude stuff?" I asked.

"Maybe some of that, too," she agreed.

Opting to skip the motel's truly sad "continental breakfast," we hit the road early the next morning. Even though the day before had been hot, it cooled off quite a bit overnight, thanks to the elevation. This meant that we started the day with the car's top up, but by the time we stopped for breakfast at an old gas station-turned coffee place in Chester it was warm enough to go topless.

"This is unbelievable!" Katrina said, admiring the view from the edge of the visitor's center parking lot at Mt Lassen Park. "These mountains look like they should be in Switzerland or something!"

I just nodded my agreement, not wanting to tell her that the Cascades really didn't look anything like the Alps- completely different methods of formation, for one.

We didn't actually take any of the hikes, but we did stop at every scenic viewpoint as we crossed the mountain to the west side.

It took us a few hours in the car, but we crossed into the Sierras and spent the night at a hotel at Lake Tahoe that called itself a 'beach lodge,' which I guess was fair since it was right by the water and did have a little sand beach. It was late afternoon when we got in and we were both a little road-weary, so after an early dinner we hit a liquor store for some wine to take back to our cabin. We sat out on the deck overlooking the lake and sipped our wine, eventually grabbing a blanket from inside to wrap ourselves in as it got colder.

"Two more days," Katrina said, leaning against me. "And then it's back to the real world." After a long, pensive moment, she asked, "I have school and work to go back to. What's on your agenda after I go home?"

"I'll be going to Montreal," I said, amused by the idea.

"What's with you and Montreal?" she demanded.

"Well, in this case, a Porsche Cup race weekend. After that it's back to New York for work. I'll have a lot of catching up to do."

"Don't think I haven't noticed you checking your emails this week," Katrina countered.

"I've only been checking to see if there are any fires I need to put out," I protested. "Otherwise I've been ignoring all the work that's piling up."

"Good," Katrina said, settling in closer. "I want your undivided attention while I have you."

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