One often fantasizes about having an affair with a mystery girl, but how often does it happen? I have come close a couple of times on chance encounters, but with no success — until last summer.

We met on a sojourn on which a group of kayakers and canoeists paddle from one town to another, camping each night. On the third evening I was walking around the campground trolling for available women with a bottle of my homemade wine when I ran into Val, struggling to put up her new tent. I’d met her briefly earlier in the day, but did not think much about her. She was about five five, with short dark hair and a cute smile. We put up her tent, drank some wine, went for a walk, and then ended up in my tent, playing cards and giving each other massages, a few kisses, but not much more.

The next morning, while I was packing up, Val arrived with a cup of tea. How did she know I did not drink coffee? I was impressed. We hung out together the next two days and spent the evenings playing strip poker in my tent. Val was down to just panties in a few hands but that was as far as she would go. On the third day, Val had to return to work. The last morning, she came by my tent, gave me a kiss, and we promised to meet again.

We corresponded by e-mail, trying to figure out when to hook up. She was traveling to Florida and told me of her return date. I suggested meeting her at the train station.

Val looked great. She reminded me that she did not have to be back at work until the next evening. The light bulb finally came on; she wanted to spend the night with me and get laid!

We went to a local park to spend the day. It had a swimming pool, and that’s where I first saw her in a bikini. She had shapely legs, jutting tits, and a firm ass.

After the pool closed we went to a field and did some yoga together. We took turns pulling each other across our bodies. I did not know yoga could be so erotic. As the evening approached I casually suggested that we get a room and she agreed. At the first motel, the clerk could not get the computer to work, so we left. Val started to get cold feet and wanted to call the night off and make the four-hour drive home. Just before she got in her car, I told her that I had a birthday gift for her in my car. I have learned that it’s always a good practice to have a few trinkets handy. I gave her a pirate flag as a memento of our earlier trip. She was touched, changed her mind, and suggested that we try again for a room.

We pulled into a classic sleazy motel, a perfect example of the kind you rent by the hour. The clerk was a toothless bearded hag, who rented me the very last room. Val waited in her car. Apparently she had been down this road before. The motel consisted of a series of squat dirty white buildings with a cracked parking lot.

We looked into the room and laughed. She thought that the bed needed a vibrating machine. There was a green exit sign over the door, no phone, no cups, and no clock. It was all you could expect from such a joint. We thought it was perfect.

Val pushed me down on the bed, pulled down my pants, grabbed my now erect cock, and sucked it like a madwoman. I could not help myself, and came all too quickly in her mouth. She announced it was now her turn, so I pulled off her jeans and panties, spread her legs, and dove in. As I was licking her clit Val started bucking like a bronco and came several times.

Close by we found a Mexican cantina that had excellent food and margaritas. After dinner we got a bottle of wine and some paper cups and headed back to our room.

I opened the wine and we lay on the bed drinking it. I stripped her, poured some wine on her tits, and slowly licked it up, much to her panting approval. Val was now ready to get physical again. I was quite willing to help things along. I jumped on her for one of my best fucks in a long time. During the heat of the moment the headboard was banging on the wall. We both broke out in laughter. It was a great night. We rolled around together naked till dawn.

After a morning shower we walked through the sleazy neighborhood to a diner for breakfast and returned to the scene of the crime for another great fuck session. Then Val announced it was time to go, so we put on our clothes, and went our separate ways. I never saw her again, but I think we both got what we were after.