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Wanderer

By: Rustii



From somewhere in the yawning darkness of the street at his back, a faint chime declared the spell of midnight as cast. Yet even in this late hour there was no hint of a whispering breeze come to cool and caress his flushed skin. The temperature had soared throughout the day and lingered on still, leaving the air around him heavy and thick. Its humid fingers clinging mercilessly to his body.

On reaching the top of the stairs however, the awareness of it faded as all thought left him to wait impatiently beyond the doorway. Turning his head to one side he listened, in vain, for movement inside. Then curling his fingers over the door handle he pushed down in expectation of the familiar click. She had to be home, he reasoned, as the door swung freely towards him. The house was wide open and light immersed almost every window in its glow.

Stepping inside, his body so casual in its movements that every gesture appeared seductive, he let the screen fall quietly shut. Again he paused to listen but there was nothing. Not even droplets of water loosening themselves from a tap ruffled the stillness. Gazing around the lounge room he lightened his feet then peered into the kitchen. Once more lit, but empty.

With his footsteps now falling across the bare floor towards the bedroom door, his shoulder soon came to rest upon its frame as he allowed himself a smile.

She'd not meant for the door to be left unlocked, or for all the lights to burn away through the night. She'd only come to lay upon the bed, letting her mind drift off in some novel, trying to escape the heat in a thin white slip. Now though, her wakefulness had deserted her to sink into the weightless down, the novel had fallen away and its pages folded themselves closed. 

Sweeping over her motionless body, as she lay there on her stomach, so vulnerable in her sleep. His eyes came to rest on the gentle, lace covered, swell between her slightly parted thighs. Feet shifting of their own accord, he made his way towards her, drawing his shirt over his head. 

Easing his weight slowly onto the covers, he knelt upon the bed. Deftly moving over her to bring one knee up between her legs and place a hand above her shoulder. Then with mischief alight in his dark, soulful eyes he pressed his body to hers, brushing his sensuous lips against her neck. 

Instantly she stirred beneath him, waking senses flooding her with a rigid fear. "Shush baby." Murmuring to her ear he felt her whole body yield in the space of a breath. For her, there was no mistaking the velvety roll of his soothing words. "I've missed you." As it floated to him, dreamlike, his mouth travelled back along her neck. Tenderly pulling against the soft skin while he let his hand leisurely glide down over the curve of her buttocks, holding to the warmth below.

Then with searching fingers pushing aside the lace and impelling her to press back against him he sensed the undying desire, which kept her as his alone, take hold. He took pleasure in it, in the way she writhed under him. In her longing to turn and kiss the sweetness of him. In her ineffective endeavours to lift against him before, weakening from his touch, she collapsed back to the covers breathing soft cries of pleasure.

Still, with his own needs rising, the cool black leather of his belt slithered across white silk as he unfastened it, then sat back on his heels. Letting the weight of his palm on the small of her back hold her in place.

Once the last of his clothing had hit the floor his hands returned to her resolutely. Tugging at the lace to expose her groove and then reaching under her, lifting her back on to his thighs. Knowingly raising her arms as he gathered her slip, she inhaled sharply as he roughly sought her breasts. His fingers biting at their rosy tenderness. Yet finding her freedom she slipped from his fervent embrace. Leaving him nothing but silk to clutch as she turned to playfully push at his chest.

Amused, he indulged her notions of control, resting back as she traced over the masculine contours of his body. Her touch soon chased by a shower of kisses as lightly at first, then lingering teasingly her warmth danced against him. Closing his eyes he willed her to melt down upon him like warm honey. Still he knew that it was only torment she would give him, anything else he would have to take for himself.

With that sudden realization his fingers dug into the milky softness of her hips, throwing her to the covers. Now with one hand tangling in her hair and pulling back to again reveal her neck to the heat of his mouth, his strong thighs forced their way between hers. Holding to his hungry body she relented willingly as he pushed into her.

Drowning in his intensity, hugging every inch of him, her body rocked as he united not only flesh but soul. Matching his rhythm her hands fell away, fumbling to grip at the bedcovers as all reason blurred. Lost to the irrepressible wave of passion that crashed upon her when ever he was near.

Above her, aware of the mounting tension, as he coaxed her towards the edge. The sound of his name, escaping hazily into the sultry air, only served to urge him further in sending her over it. Now, moving together with intoxicating closeness, her hushed plea's for release were answered and as she tightened around him her whole body trembled in his powerful arms. 

Dazed by the engulfing sensations coursing throughout, her tongue stole from her mouth to wet her parted lips. Yet as he focused on it's inviting movement along with his own thirst for relief the memory of it returned and would not be denied.

Straddling her nakedness and twisting the waves of her hair about his fingers he pressed the smoothness of himself firmly to her mouth, then thrust into its slippery heat. Closing her eyes as she gave to the silkiness and taste she revelled in the urgency gripping him. Then, with his back arching, cream bathed her darting tongue as his entire body breathed release.

Fingers entwining as he moved to enfold her she held close to him, wondering how long he had returned home for. Yet as a light kiss was placed on her forehead she remembered that it didn't matter, he was here with her in this moment.

Wandering



Here I sit, still and alone in the darkness, only my feet and buttocks and my back give me any sensations at all. The cement is cold. The wall is rough. The air is putrid and damp. There is a stench that emanates from the small hole somewhere across the darkness where I am required to relieve myself when the urge overcomes me. I keep my arms wrapped tightly around my knees and I clutch them to my chest and I lay my head on them. In this prison, this is only way to feel any comfort at all. I have become so accustomed to sitting like this that I can only sleep in this position. I learned quickly that when I stretch out it's too cold and damp in my solitary confinement to get any rest. Not that I deserve any rest. Or any freedom. Or anything at all. 

I do not suffer in my incarceration. The isolation and darkness don't concern me. Being locked in this cell deep underground, far from human contact doesn't concern me. Far from it. Being isolated keeps me safe from people like you stumbling on me while I am wandering. Being isolated is the only way I can get any real rest. I am not like you. I am different. I am a wanderer. You don't know anything about me. Until now, you had no idea I existed. Until right now you didn't know my kind existed. And that is how I like it. Your ignorance allows me to wander. 

When I sit here I allow my thoughts to travel. Sometimes back to then beginning, when I was a small child and too small to know anything about anything. Back to when I discovered my ability to wander about, free from my tiny body. Of course I didn't know I was different at the time. To me it was as normal as breathing. My mother would lay me down in my tiny crib and I would go to sleep like any normal infant. But when I woke, instead of crying out, I simply left my body behind and went and snuggled against my mothers welcome bosom. As I grew older, I found that if I wanted to be somewhere, I could go to that place, leaving my body behind. If I wanted something, I would just think about my desire and I would appear next to it. I could grab it and bring it with me back to my body. I never thought I was the only person who could do this. Only decades later I found out I wasn't.

My ability as a toddler initially caused a lot of arguments between my mother and father. Each accused the other of leaving me in a crib full of toys or a room full of treats and sweets. They didn't realize that I was doing it until they started putting me to bed as a team. They would leave the room and I would wander over to the toy box and pick out a few toys and wander back. When they came back in the room, they were shocked to see me playing with toys that were moments before on the other side of the room. They began devising tests of my talents, hiding things further and further away, but they couldn't find a place far enough away. Even putting the toys in boxes and shipping them across country didn't help. I could find them and bring them back. Finally they decided that they would try to stop me from wandering. It would have been easier for them to stop me from breathing. That wouldn't have worked either, as I found out later.

Other than being able to have what I wanted when I wanted it, wandering for me wasn't that big of a deal. It never occurred to me to hurt someone or take something that wasn't mine. As I grew older and my world became larger and I grew out of my egocentric existence, I discovered that I could do other things. 

When I was ten years old, my mother's father passed away suddenly. She was crying when I came home from school and without realizing it, I wandered over to her and curled up in her lap. It was an act of compassion and fear. I wanted her to stop hurting and I didn't know why. It scared me. As her tears fell, I could feel her pain as my own and with a simple thought I could understand why she was so sad. She missed her father so much. So I focused on being with him. My wandering self went to my grandfather to get him and to bring him back. I didn't know that he was separated from his body when I found him. While I am in my wandering state, only the objects of my desire are clearly defined. Everything else appears as if in a foggy haze. 

"Grandpa, mama misses you. She wants to say goodbye. She is so sad."

"Shep, she can't see me any more. I've passed on. I don't understand why you are here and I don't understand how you got here. But you aren't supposed to be here.  You need to go before someone finds you." He had real concern in his tone. I remained unafraid. There was something different about him, like he was with me and he was somewhere else. It was my first time meeting someone else in a divided state.

"Don't worry Avo. I will bring you to mama. I will show you the way." I called him Avo, which is the Portuguese word for Grandfather. Instinctively I knew speaking to him in his native language would calm his unease. "Don't worry. You aren't supposed to be here either." How I knew this I do not know. But I could sense his separation from his earthly self and I focused on finding his other part. 

In an instant we were back at his body. It looked so empty and sad without my grandfather living in it. I wondered for a moment if that's what I looked like when I wandered.

"Do you know how to go back together, or do you want me to help?"

"Sheppard, I cannot go back to my life. My body is used up. I have died. I must go to where my ancestors have gone. I must join with them. I can hear them calling from the place you will someday come after a long and full life."

"That's not true grandfather. If you want to come back, just say you wish it so." He laid his hand on my head and smiled.

"If you had the power, I would wish it so. But you are not real. This is some trickery for the newly passed over to endure. I know I cannot return." 

My grandfather was wrong. I thought about my grandfather back in his earthly body and I could see inside and see the damage to his heart and his arteries and his veins. It was nothing at all for me to imagine him strong and vibrant again and so it was. The empty body my grandfather had left behind was rejoined to his living soul. Now it would last him for a long time. He coughed and he gasped and sat bolt upright, clutching at his chest and arms. He looked around but he could not see me. In his living body I was still invisible to him. I hadn't learned how to make my wandering form visible at will yet. 

In the next instant we were both at my mother's side. She screamed and lurched backwards at the sudden appearance of her father.

"Don't be afraid, meu amor," he quieted her, calling her 'my love' in Portuguese. "I am really here. I don't know how and I don't know why. But I am here." He reached out and allowed the warm flesh of his hand to brush the strands of hair from my mother's cheek. Feeling his touch she grabbed his hand and pressed her face against it.

"This cannot be. You are alive. You are here and warm. How can this be so?"

"I do not know. I only know Shep brought me here."

My mother looked at me. "You did this?"

I nodded.

"How?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You were sad. Your heart said you wanted Grandfather. I found him and brought him here." For a moment I was afraid I had done something wrong. I didn't have to read her mind to know that she was thrilled I could bring her the gift of her living father. She clutched me to her chest in earnest and squeezed. She reached out and grabbed her father and pulled him close too. It was the first time I was ever in the presence of real joy. It was overwhelming for my ten year old senses. But I knew I wanted that feeling again.

For the next six years I dabbled with my ability from time to time, but for the most part I limited my wandering to short adventures like places I was reading about in school. While the rest of my classmates remained firmly anchored in their chairs, I went to China, Antarctica, Italy, the Amazon, wherever I wanted. It wasn't until my junior year in high school that I discovered I could wander into time itself. We were studying medieval times and I was intrigued chivalry and jousting. I wanted to see knights battle for myself. Suddenly I was in the Norman French countryside watching two noblemen tilt at one another from the backs of massive horses. It wasn't nearly as romantic as I thought it would be. It smelled foul and so did the people of the day. It was not my favorite place to wander and I found myself back in my seat shaking my head.  I did remember the time travel though. That was interesting.

The second thing I discovered that year was girls. Not all girls, just one. I wasn't really a typical teenager. I hadn't really thought about girls at all. I was too preoccupied with the things I found interesting. Girls weren't interesting at all yet. 

Ellie Windstrom was the exception. Ellie was a wisp of a young woman, tall and lithe and only at the cusp of womanhood. She had hints of curves that would blossom into her womanly features. Her hair was ash blonde, nearly white, and hung straight to her over her shoulders and nearly to her waist. It caught the light and shimmered as she walked. She wore one-piece, knee length dresses and light sandals. It was just a coincidence that we shared a birthday. As much as my heart desired to be next to her, I never wandered into her mind. I never read her thoughts. I never peaked at her in private. I just adored her from a distance and every so often I could catch her sneaking a peek my way, but I would quickly turn away. Ellie was the only girl I thought of when I thought of girls, which wasn't that often. 

But at sixteen years old, I began to notice she was a late bloomer like I was. I had such a strong desire to enter her mind and find out if she liked me in the same way I like her, but my fear of a finding out she didn't kept me from looking. It was better to hold onto hope that someday it might be, than to find out there was no chance. Ellie Windstrom remains the only person I ever showed that restraint for. 

At sixteen I had other hobbies that kept me busy. My greatest indulgence was the ocean. I had discovered swimming and surfing at fourteen. I loved the feeling of being in the surf, riding the power of the ocean, taming the faces of big waves. Since school was so easy for me, I never felt compelled to pay attention in class. While in school I could wander off and surf for thirty or forty minutes while my classmates remained glued to their seats, forced to day dream to escape the droning lectures. I spent most school days surfing at various beaches in my side of the world. The remaining great surf spots were in darkness while I was in class. As a result of my ability to wander, I became a pretty good surfer. I thought I was much better than I really was and that's when I discovered something else. 

I had wandered to Oahu's North Shore early one Saturday afternoon. It was early in Hawaii and I arrived when the swell, powered by a massive storm in the north Pacific, began to stack up on the beach. Huge curls were crashing in long rows. The surf kept building. I couldn't help myself. Ignoring the dangers I followed a couple of locals out into the fifteen footers and started ripping. Since it was a Saturday, I pulled my corporeal body along and it was really me powering through the North Shore pipeline. I rode wave after wave as the swell continued to build. The fifteen footers were long gone and now only a few of us were riding the twenty-five footers that had taken over. This was a full pipeline curl and I was intent on riding in the barrel, riding in the eye of the wave as it curled around me. What a stupid thing for a dumb kid to do.  

I was tired, the light was fading, the surf was becoming dangerous and the really good surfers had gone in. They had warned me to come in but I couldn't. This was too much fun. But I promised I'd be careful and I'd only ride one more. I waited until a monster began to show and I put all my strength into getting me and my board into the right position to drop in. As my board nosed down the face, I rose to my feet and felt the monster rising from the deep behind me. I knew it was going to be a killer ride. 

On the beach the locals and the tourists stood shoulder to shoulder and watched as this skinny mainlander kid rode across the face of the biggest curl of the day. I was in the pipe.  I took the time to admire my surroundings, the blue green wall of water on my right that I was touching with my right hand. The deafening roar of the white frothy surf on my left as the wave crashed over my head. The board kept trying to turn left, away from the wave. I kept my balance on the knife edge, cutting the face of the wave at angle. I smiled. I decided to show off a bit and cut higher up the face to gain a little speed. I was going to shoot out the end of the curl before the wave came apart and buried me in the washing machine. I switched to goofy foot, for me, right foot forward, trying to showboat. In a blink of an eye, my board abandoned me. The monster wave ate me and pushed me down into its gullet, right to the bottom. Before I had time to get my bearings and kick up, the next wave pounded me. I was trapped in the bottom of the most dangerous surf of the year and that's when I discovered I didn't need to be in the air to be able to breathe. I just thought about air and my lungs filled up. Interesting. Handy. Cool. I smiled. I could have just transported to the beach, but instead I thought about my board and it came. I climbed onto my board and let its buoyancy slowly push me toward the surface through the froth. I was under a long time before I took matters into my own hands and broke the surface. I paddled in and grabbed my board under my arm and walked up the beach. The people that were certain I was dead in the surf stood amazed. No one said a word. I walked up the beach, stepped between two houses and then I was gone.

The scraping above me tears me from my memories and also tells it is feeding time in my prison cell. A meager portion of treacle pours through a hole in the stone ceiling. If I were an ordinary prisoner, I am sure I would have scrambled to find my tin plate and place it in the darkness somewhere beneath the hole to catch my daily ration. Instead I direct the flow to the corner where the sewage hole is. I will eat later. Not here of course. Someplace warm. Someplace outdoors.  Maybe a cantina on the beach in Cuba. I was free to choose anywhere I desired.  

I choose wander back to my eighteenth birthday. When I wander through time, I have to make a decision. I could either watch myself have the greatest birthday of my life or I could join with my earlier or later self and relive the whole experience. I have rejoined myself at other periods of my life. I tend to change the outcome and that changes the memories, which I find annoying. I opt to observe.

I remember waking up and taking a shower and admiring how much I had grown since I was sixteen. I had sprouted up to 6'2 and though I was still not huge, I had put muscles on my entire frame and it felt good to be young and alive. After four years of daily excursions, I looked like a surfer and a swimmer. I checked myself out in the mirror. I had a triangular patch of pubic hair on my groin and a smattering of blonde chest hairs. The hair on my head was pretty well bleached golden from my frequent surfing. I had a great all over tan except where my wet suit trunks kept me white. My cock wasn't huge when flaccid, but my frequent teenage erections were almost eight inches and not thick or thin. I had seen other young men my age naked all over the world and I wasn't the biggest by any means. But I thought my cock was well made and I was eager to use it for its other intended purpose. Just looking at my image in the mirror stopped the blood flow in my penile veins and caused it to engorge. As a feat of manhood, I hung my damp bath towel over my erection and walked proudly from the bathroom. 

I got dressed and headed to school. As I walked in the same side door I always used, a familiar face caught my eye.

"Happy Birthday Shep," said the prettiest girl I knew.

"Happy Birthday Ellie," I replied with feeling. 

"What are we going to do for our birthday?" she asked. 

"We? I didn't realize WE had plans to celebrate together," I replied. "Did I forget something?"

"Sheppard Delgado! How often do we turn eighteen? We have to do SOMETHING together. We HAVE to."

"Sure Ellie, whatever you want." I had always longed for some kind of sign from her that she might be interested in me. Some sign that she might feel that compelling love in her heart that I felt for her. For an instant I was tempted to look into her mind and her soul, but I was still reluctant. I couldn't bear to know if she was just being nice or if she had deeper feelings for me.

"How about PARIS!" she giggled. 

"Sure, sounds nice. How about an out of they way café not too far from the Eiffel Tower? Or do you want to have lunch on the tower itself?"

"Ooo, on the tower would be great. See all of Paris spread out before us." 

"You realize when we get there it's going to be dark, right? Paris is seven hours ahead of us. It will be dinner time. Is that OK?"

"Sure, whatever Shep. It's just a fantasy after all." She would find out how wrong she was, but I wasn't going to spoil her surprise.

"Meet me in the senior parking lot 4th period. We can go to lunch. OK?"

"Sounds like we finally have our first date," she replied. She leaned in quickly and gave me a quick peck on the cheek which stopped my heart from beating. What did she mean by "finally"? I was so stunned by the kiss and the feelings it caused, I failed to wander at all for my first three class periods. When the bell rang, ending third period, I walked quickly down the hallway that led to the senior parking lot. Ellie had beaten me there.

"Are you ready to go to Paris for lunch?" she joked.

"Sure," I replied. "But before we go, I need you to trust me."

"Of course I trust you Shep.  We've been friends forever."

"Ellie, some things might happen at lunch that might seem strange. I don't want you to be scared. If anything happens that seems like too much, I want you to say 'ruby slippers' and I will bring you right back to school. Okay?"

"Okay," she replied slowly. "Now you are being weird."

"If you only knew...." I took her hand and pulled her close to me so I could reach around her waist. I didn't really need to do it, but I thought it might be cool to add for effect.

"Behold!" I said, waving my hand dramatically at the carpet of lights far below us. "Paris, City of Lights." Ellie blinked and staggered slightly. I kept my hand around her waist to steady her. 

"What kind of trick is this? Hypnosis?" she asked.

"No, not quite. This is Paris and you are standing on the Eiffel Tower. We can have dinner at the restaurant behind us, or we can go down to the streets to this lovely little café not too far from here."

"Seriously Shep, how are you doing this? It all looks so REAL."

"It does, doesn't it? Let's enjoy it while it lasts." We strolled around the observation deck high above the city.  I held Ellie's hand and I didn't see much of the sights. I was too busy drinking her in. The sky was threatening rain and it took me a second or two to convince the heavens that a starry night was more romantic. A couple more seconds and Paris was free from all of the pollution that keeps the brilliance of the stars from really shining. The tourists on the platform hardly noticed the changes, though some were thinking that the farthest reaches of Paris were now my sharply defined.

"I'm hungry," I lied. "Let's eat before this all fades away. What are you hungry for?"

"I don't know, Shep. Why don't you tell me what I am hungry for?" she replied, looking at me strangely. I took it as an invitation to read her thoughts and when I did, it felt like an electric shock ran through me. Her thoughts were carnal and animalistic. She was hungry for me in a way I was unfamiliar with.




Wandering



"If that's what you really want. Maybe we should go someplace private. Close your eyes." When she did, I moved us to a small hotel in the center of Paris. Well appointed rooms, comfortable beds and discreetly out of the way.

"Open your eyes." I waited for her reaction. Her reaction was to kiss me in a way I had never even imagined. Again the electricity ran through me, making me tingle everywhere. I pulled her close. So close that I could feel the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the swelling of her mound as it pressed against my groin. 

Things were happening so fast, so I slowed them down. I slipped into her mind and found her hunger for me was driving her as crazy as my hunger for her. I broke contact.

"Ellie Windstrom, I have to confess. I have loved you forever." I looked into her eyes and hoped she would understand what I was saying. What I was asking.

"Sheppard Delgado, I have to confess. I have loved you forever. I have loved you from the moment we met as children. I have wanted you to notice me and to like me and to love me since we met. And since this isn't real, I don't mind telling you, I want to get you naked and ravish you. You are so fucking HOT!" She giggled as she confessed, mocked, and excited me, all at once. 

"I think we should both get into our birthday suits and celebrate properly," she said as she wriggled out of her dress. She slipped her hand behind her back and her bra came loose and she slipped it down her arms and to the floor. The slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down her thighs to step out of them. She must have removed her shoes at some point, but I missed it entirely. There she stood, long and athletic. Her pubic mons was covered with a triangle of hair much like my own. Her breasts weren't huge, more like saucers than bowls. Her nipples were small circles of dark crimson and jutted out, begging to be suckled. She was as gorgeous as I imagined. I pulled my shirt off over my head and slipped out of my board shorts, naked underneath. My cock was standing at half-mast, eager to join the party, but reluctant to crash. 

We stood there naked before each other. We each took a step closer and then again and again. I cupped her face in my hands and tilted her head back and kissed her deeply. She responded by circling her hands around my head and pulling our mouths even tighter. Our bodies touched and the electricity returned. I could feel her mons press against my cock and I couldn't stop myself from growing to my full height and girth. My cock rose between Ellie's legs until her unsullied pussy stopped its upward progress. She moved slightly and the sensation on my shaft was delightful. 

Our tongues did the dance I knew our bodies would soon be echoing. Almost without realizing, I inserted myself into her mind. Whatever she desired, I gave her. I could feel her love and her passion rising. My own passion was feverish. When the moment was perfect, I guided her to the bed and lay her down softly. I climbed on top of her and her legs parted to allow me position myself. I continued to kiss her and we shared our thoughts. She didn't consciously understand we were sharing both our souls and our bodies. She did understand that this was no fantasy of her losing her virginity. She didn't understand it. She didn't care. She just wanted it to go on and on. This was better than any fantasy she'd ever had. She was floating in rapture.

My cock pressed against the tight opening over her tender cunt. I felt her hand move between us and guide my cock to the entrance proper, my cockhead parting her labia. Her hips adjusted to the correct angle for full penetration as she raised her legs to circle me. I could feel her calves and heals on the backs of my thighs. I pushed in until I could feel her maidenhead blocking my advance. I closed my eyes and the two of us joined. We each could feel everything the other could feel. I could feel her discomfort as my own. She could feel everything I could feel. All the animal desire to just pound my shaft into her like a spike, all of the excitement of the first taking, and my concern for her comfort, all intermixed with the raw desire. 

Without speaking, we each worked to overcome the resistance of her hymen. She pulled me in, I pressed in slowly. As her hymen began to yield, I pulled the pain from her head and put it into my own. It made me stop pressing in. Free of the pain, Ellie made a sudden shift of her hips and spurring with her heels she forced thrust on her own, we were joined. I pulled out and thrust again and we were entirely joined.

I pulled my lips from hers and looked deeply into her eyes. Without speaking we communicated a deep and enduring love. All of my fears evaporated when I saw she had felt them too.  We intertwined physically and spiritually. We were connected to each other from that moment forward in a way that marriage could only mock. 

My thrusts into her were met with thrusts back from her. My cock was sliding in and out with the rhythm of the ages. I knew what to do to allow her to enjoy the first sex of her life without regret. She knew what to do to make my virgin experience remarkable. I took my weight on my elbows and tweaked her nipples, making her pussy buzz in response. 

This wasn't going to take long. We each had our own passion and shared the added passion of the other. We barely could contain ourselves. In just a few minutes we were both ready to explode. Birth control wasn't discussed because she realized that she would either get pregnant or not based on whether she wanted to or not. In the entire universe, we knew we would always feel unassailable when with each other.

I quickened the pace and our climax hastened its arrival. Just as I was about to let it go, I felt her finger press on the flesh and the base of my cock and that was all it took. Wave after wave of semen flooded the deepest reaches of her cunt. Her cunt responded by releasing its own orgasms of pulsing energy. Her pussy gripped my cock, milking it for every last drop of fluids. 

My breathing was heavy and I lay sweaty and exhausted across my birthday mate. Ellie hugged me closer and closer, trying to join us as one body.

"That was real, wasn't it?" she asked from under me. "I mean, this isn't a fantasy at all, is it?" 

"No, meu amor. It is not a fantasy. It is real. Is that okay for you?" I was concerned I had imagined her desire.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I had imagined losing my virginity to you, but it was never this good in my fantasy. Never." She seemed so earnest I had to laugh. 

"It's not funny," she said poking me in the ribs and rolling me off of her.

"Yes it is. You have to know I was so in love with you forever. I always fantasized making love to you too. You are right. This is much better."

She rolled me onto my back and straddled my stomach. 

"How soon can we do it again?" she asked, reaching behind her to grab my slick, semi-hard cock.

"Right now if you want," I stated. Her hand on my cock had brought it back to life. 

"I want." She slid her ass backwards over my hardening cock, rising up to allow the head to slip up into her freshly slickened cunt. My cock slid in easily. I let her take control of the pace and timing. I concentrated on massage her firm breasts and thighs. She leaned back and put her hands on my thighs near my knees, thrusting up and down at an angle that brought contact to her g-spot at the end of every stroke. Her orgasm built quickly and soon she was coming in wave after wave.  I let her enjoy this one alone, content to be the provider and not a passenger. 

After a few minutes of orgasms, she slowed her pace and opened her eyes. The look she gave me was the same a tiger gives its prey right before it is devoured. She slipped off of my cock and knelt between my legs. With a single gulp she had devoured my entire shaft into her mouth and throat. Her hair spread out along my waist and legs. I could feel the heat of her throat as my cockhead scraped the inside of her mouth. She squeezed my balls and that was enough encouragement for me. I powered my orgasm into the back of her throat and she didn't spill a drop. She milked my cock for more until I was well and truly spent.

She snuggled up into crook of my arm and lay her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach.

"Happy birthday Shep. I love you."

"Happy birthday Ellie. I love you." 

"I'm hungry Shep. You promised me lunch."

"Yes I did. Let's take a shower and get dressed." We took a nice hot shower together. We laughed and we tickled and we helped each other clean our private parts. This nearly led to a third round, but the grumbling of our stomachs shouted down the passion in our loins. We got dressed and I told her to close her eyes as I drew her close to me.



"I don't want this to end," she confessed.

"It won't," I promised. 

Back in my solitary cell I stopped reliving the past. That first time was so exquisite and so rare. I wrapped that memory up and put it away. I was getting hungry and chilled. It was time to get warm and get something to eat. I wandered out of my cell and started walking down a beach on the eastern coast of the Dominican Republic. There was a resort with a new chef I was dying to meet. From what I had been told, she was delicious and filling.

I would soon find out.



Wandering Ch. 01



This is the first of a series of stories about the 'Wanderings' of Lee Stephenson. Newly divorced, he has quit his job and is travelling around his home Province, looking for a new life. You never know who you'll meet when you're on the road.

Chapter 01: Constance

I can remember exactly when I knew my marriage to Jocelyn was over. It was the night of our Tenth Wedding Anniversary. I had come home early, brought flowers and a nice, silver pendant that I knew she would wear. We kissed perfunctorily at the kitchen door and I went upstairs to shower and change before I took her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner.

What made it memorable is that we hardly had a word to say to each other despite the fact that we had not seen or talked to each other since the previous evening. I typically left for work an hour before Jocelyn and she was in the shower when I pulled out of the driveway that morning. At the restaurant there were no reminiscences of past times together, no fond remembrances ... nothing. We made the odd comment about the weather or our work, but nothing intimate. When we went to bed I reached for her, hoping for at least some Anniversary lovemaking, but she said she was too tired and that was that.

I lay on my back and knew then that it was over. We had each been pretending that we had a marriage for some time; perhaps years. I thought back over those times and realized I wasn't even sure if we were ever even in love with each other. We went through all the motions, but I couldn't remember a moment when I knew for sure that I would do anything for her; walk through fire, slay dragons or take on a gang of villains. It was a dispiriting thought and with our life having sunk into ennui over the past two or three years, I knew a decision was at hand.

I delayed leaving for work the next morning. I might as well face it when I knew what I wanted to say. Jocelyn came down and was obviously surprised to see me sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee and the morning paper.

"What are you doing still here?" she asked, curious as she poured her first coffee.

"I wanted to talk to you. It seemed like the best opportunity." I said quietly.

I suppose it was my tone of voice that alerted her. She looked at me and then picked up her coffee and sat in her usual chair. 

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked carefully. She was obviously uncomfortable with the uncertainty.

"Jocelyn, there's no easy way to say this. I will file for divorce early next week."

I watched her eyes grow large and heard the sharp intake of breath. 

"Why?" she struggled to ask. 

"I think you know the answer to that as well as I do. Our marriage is dead. It died a long slow death, but it is dead." I said solemnly.

She sat silently, looking at me; obviously thinking about what she had just heard. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to her untouched coffee and stared at it for a few moments.

"I'm sorry, Lee. I wish it had worked. I'm sorry." she finally whispered.

"I know. Don't blame yourself. Sometimes ... sometimes it just doesn't ... " I couldn't finish the thought. I saw a tear and then another trickle down her cheek. 

"I'll look after the paperwork and if we use the do-it-yourself forms, we can cut the legal costs ... unless you want to contest it." I said, almost as an afterthought.

"No ... I won't fight it. You're right ... it just didn't come out the way we wanted it to." 

I stood up, kissed her cheek and left quietly for the garage and headed off to work.

-0-

If there is such a thing as an amicable divorce, we were the model. It was civil and civilized. We split everything almost 50-50. Jocelyn's income was very healthy as a Provincial Government Assistant Director in the Environment Ministry, thus there would be no alimony. We agreed to sell the house and close the mortgage. Our home in Burnaby had inflated to an almost ridiculous amount during the eight plus years that we had owned it. After we retired the mortgage, we split nearly $300,000.00. We both had our own retirement savings plans and simply maintained them in our own names. 

Jocelyn kept her car, but I had a company lease car with no asset value to me. I let Jocelyn keep most of the furniture except a couple of pieces that had come from my parents and grandparents. I guess, all told, she would have taken away $30,000.00 or so in value more than me, but in truth, I really didn't care. I just wanted the whole unhappy episode to be over.

We met once more just before the divorce was final to make sure there were no outstanding issues to be resolved. We chose a pub not far from our former residence and found a semi-secluded place to talk. It didn't take us long to determine that there was nothing left to discuss except our feelings and our futures.

"So, where are you going to live?" she finally asked.

"I don't know. I quit my job last week. I'll be finished at the end of the month and then I'm going to do what the Aussies do; 'go walkabout'. Except, I guess, it will be more like 'go ride-about'." 

"I almost envy you. I wouldn't mind a sabbatical myself. I hope you find what you're looking for." she said sincerely.

"Me too. I just hope I'll know it when I find it." I chuckled.

"What about you ... where are you going to live?" I asked.

"I've taken a job in the Industry Ministry and I'm moving to Victoria. I found an apartment there. I'll enjoy that, I think. Less pressure than Environment."

"Good ... I'm glad." I said honestly.

"Regrets?" she asked.

"Sure. Plenty. I wonder if it would have turned out differently if I hadn't been sterile. I'm sure that must have hurt you more than you let on; to find that out after we were married. I know it hurt me. Not good for the male ego." I smiled.

"Yes ... it hurt. But then, we talked about adoption and IVF. We had choices." she said with some emotion. "I'm not sure that would have made a big difference except that maybe we might have hung on a lot longer because of the kids and then been that much more unhappy. Not much of a choice in my opinion." 

"I suppose you're right." I said, staring into my beer mug. "Well," I said, raising my mug. "here's to a better future for us. I wish you all the best, Jocelyn."

She touched her wine glass to my mug and offered a faint smile. A few minutes later we hugged and kissed each other for the last time and I stood and watched as she slowly worked her way out of the pub and into the parking lot. I slumped back in my seat, waiting for the waitress to come around so that I could order another beer. I didn't have any place special to go and I was in no hurry to get there.

-0-

I had moved in with my folks for a couple of weeks after the sale of the house. They were very generous and sympathetic. Mom and Dad had been married over forty years and I think they were deeply disappointed at my divorce. I had failed at something important and I think they knew that I was ashamed to admit it. They said nothing directly to me, but I could tell by some of the inferences what they were thinking. The sooner I hit the road, the better off they would be. I had only another week until the end of the month and the end of my employment. I think they were surprised and dubious about my unplanned future, but they said nothing to discourage me.

On a bright, sunny March Saturday morning, I loaded the last of my bags in my car, kissed and hugged my folks and drove off into the sunrise. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but I really wasn't worried about it. I had turned in my company car and purchased a year old, low mileage, Subaru Outback. I had decided to explore my home Province and at this time of the year, there was no need for reservations since it was nearing the end of the ski season. I drove for a couple of hours, stopping in Hope to stretch my legs, top up the tank, unload my morning coffee and then get another fresh one at the kiosk across from the gas station.

By noon I was in Keremeos but I wasn't hungry and pushed on to Osoyoos before stopping for a snack at a grocery store deli bar. On the spur of the moment, I decided to head for Nelson; a lovely little picturesque town in the Kootenay Mountains. I might take my chances on a B and B or a motel and if worst came to worst, I would double back to Castlegar or even Trail for accommodation. I pulled out my pocket guide to British Columbia Bed and Breakfasts, chose one that looked likely and thumbed the number on my cell phone. A mature sounding woman answered the phone and identified herself as Connie Bradshaw. I was in luck. She had a room and was featuring off-season rates. 

It was almost six when I finally arrived in Nelson and found the Alpine Rest B & B. I stepped through the outer entrance to the large, quaint Victorian house and twisted the t-bar on the old fashioned ringer. In a matter of a few seconds and woman appeared in the hallway and opened the door for me and ushered me in. 

"I assume you are Mr. Stephenson?" she inquired.

"Yes ... Lee Stephenson. You must be Mrs. Bradshaw." I replied.

"It's Connie." she said smiling. "Do you not have any luggage?" she inquired.

"In the car. I thought I'd check in first before I started to haul things in. I wasn't sure where I should park."

"Not a problem. Bring in what you need for your stay and park around the back. There's a reserved lot."

I filled out the registration and looked around the entrance as Connie ran my credit card through. I was struck by just how elegant and detailed the old building was. It was in flawless condition inside and I was anxious to see my room and more of the old house if possible. I also took the time to survey Connie Bradshaw. She was somewhere in her late forties I guessed. Very attractive with a still youthful figure and a bright smile. 

"You're my only guest tonight, Mr. Stephenson." she said as she handed me back my card.

"It's Lee. I was just admiring the interior of the house. It's very beautiful and in great condition." I offered sincerely.

"Yes, it's been a lot of work but well worth it. It was built by my Great Grandfather and it's been in the family every since. I don't dare let it get rundown." she laughed.

"So you and Mr. Bradshaw are the keepers of the flame, then."

"No, just me. There is no Mr. Bradshaw." she said with a smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Oh ... excuse me. I didn't mean ..."

"That's quite all right." she said, still with that enigmatic smile on her lips.

"Can you recommend a nice place for dinner?" I asked, smiling in return.

"Of course ... right here." she said brightly.

"Uh ... I was under the impression that this was a Bed and Breakfast." I said uncertainly.

"It is, but since you're my only guest and I hate to eat alone, you are welcome to join me."

"Well ... that would be very nice ... but I don't want to put you out." I said a bit uncertainly.

"Nonsense ... it would be my pleasure." She was obviously not going to take no for an answer.

"Perhaps I can find a liquor store and supply a wine then." I suggested carefully.

"Why that would be very nice, Lee. I'd enjoy that. Make it a red ... if that's all right with you." she said in tone that suggested red was the only option. "There's a store next to the pub on the next street up. It's less than a block and you can walk there more quickly than you can drive."

"Great. Let me get my bag and you can show me my room." I said happily.

I picked my overnight bag and laptop out of the back seat and followed the shapely backside of Connie Bradshaw up the stairs to the first landing. The sway of her hips was captivating and I wondered if it wasn't a bit of a show for my benefit. If so, I was delighted, as well as somewhat stimulated. She unlocked the door and opened it, allowing me to enter first. It was as elegant and finely decorated as the foyer and hallways I had travelled.

"I think you'll find this to your liking, Lee." she said; again with that almost seductive smile. If I didn't know better, I would think she was at least flirting if not actually hitting on me. I found that very reassuring. My ego needed a shot in the arm.

I set my bag down and checked out the ensuite bath and found it to be correct for period and as with the rest of the house, immaculate. I shook my head in admiration. Connie caught the gesture and smiled.

"I take it you're impressed." she said with a genuine smile.

"Very. I know something about what it takes to put an old house in this condition and it isn't easy. This house is something special." I enthused.

"Yes ... it's my pride and joy. It's very unusual not to have several of the six rooms occupied, even at this time of the year." she offered.

She caught me staring at the big, wrought iron bed and imagining what a romp in that big, queen sized pedestal would be like.

"That's a reproduction. I had it made locally from an old photograph in a family album." she explained. She was watching me and trying to read my thoughts I suspected. I turned to her and smiled.

"How about I go get that bottle of wine and maybe we can enjoy a glass before dinner." I suggested.

"An excellent idea except I was going to make up a small shaker of Martinis that we could share. My Martinis are quite evil." she grinned.

"I haven't had an evil Martini in quite some time; if ever. I'll be right back." I smiled back at her. There were some serious messages being sent to me and I was becoming quite aware that Connie might have some designs on the entertainment portion of this evening. As I walked up the street toward the off-sales store, I was stunned a just how overt her moves were. She was not trying to be subtle and it had been years since I had experienced anything like this. I thought about what the consequences of her motives might be and considering my situation, I couldn't think of a single negative one. I decided then that I would "go with the flow" and just see how things played out.

When I got back to the house, I used my key to enter the foyer and Connie appeared holding a tray with two shallow Martini glasses and a small flask of premixed little devils that would probably do great harm if consumed in quantity. I offered her the bottle of French Cote d' Rhone and she smiled her approval; again with the raised eyebrow. 

"Come into the drawing room, Lee. We'll have our cocktails there before we head for the dining room." 

I smiled my approval and followed her into yet again another impeccably finished room with appropriate period furniture.

"I feel almost like I'm in a museum; a life size diorama." I marveled as I looked around.

"Well ... perhaps it is. Not everything is original. Much of the furniture has either been rebuilt and/or refinished or is a reproduction." she said with pride. 

"It's very impressive. Very beautiful. I'm looking forward to seeing the outside in the daylight. Would it be alright to take some pictures?" I asked.

"Of course. I can use all the free advertising I can get." she laughed. 

She had a wonderful smile and it made her more attractive than I would have expected from a middle-aged woman. As I sipped my cocktail I was appraising this impressive woman. She was not slender; rather she was well proportioned with what appeared to be fairly large breasts and a definitely attractive hip flare that emphasized her delightful backside. She must have been about 5' 7" inches tall at least, but she carried herself as if she was six foot tall. She wore a simple print dress that seemed appropriate for the house and yet displayed the fact that she was very attractive. She was an elegant woman living in an elegant home.

We chatted as we enjoyed our Martinis. She was curious what I was doing by myself on the road at this time of the year if I wasn't in sales. I reluctantly told her of the dissolution of my marriage and my decision to take some time off to recharge my batteries. I watched her reaction to my story and she seemed to be both sympathetic and more than a little interested. 

By the time we were ready for dinner, we had finished off the Martinis and I had opened the wine. Somehow, she had conjured up a wonderful meal of Lasagna, Caesar Salad, foccacia bread and the aforementioned Cote d' Rhone. I complemented her sincerely and she smiled her thanks. By the time we had finished the meal and were working on finishing off the wine, we had become good friends. 

Connie wanted to know more about my marriage and I have to confess that without the benefit of the Martinis and the wine, I wouldn't have considered discussing my personal life with a woman I had only know for a little over two hours. But then, since my inhibitions were severely compromised and I was alternating between lascivious thoughts about Connie and morose memories of Jocelyn, I spilled my guts out.

I'm not completely sure how it came about, but I found myself back in the drawing room with Connie sitting beside me on a love seat, listening intently as I tried to explain why I needed to take this time for myself. At some point, she'd put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her; making sure her generous breasts rubbed up against my shoulder and arm. I had no reason to complain. I was working very hard not to be downbeat and to put a positive spin on my situation. I think that was the trigger for Connie. She was apparently turned on by my ability to look for a positive in a situation that others would consider a dark negative. 

Connie was looking into my eyes intently and I found that I had run out of things to say. I just sat there, looking back at this attractive woman and I was about to look away when she leaned toward me and planted a lovely, warm, wet, passionate kiss on my lips. There was even a hint of tongue. Her arm, still around my shoulder, pulled me into her and I couldn't help but put my arm around her and allow my hand to travel up and down her lovely smooth back. My intelligence gathering foray determined that she was wearing a narrow strap bra with a back hook. My high school skills had immediately kicked back in as I sought out the zipper for her dress, establishing its location for future reference.

It turned out the future was now. Connie had moved her other hand to my crotch and had established that I was harder than granite and hornier than I had been in months. As she slid her hand back and forth over my erection, I groped for her zipper and began to pull it down. As I leaned back to look into her eyes, I moved both my hands to her shoulders and pushed the dress off and down her lovely upper body. She was wearing a soft, champagne coloured bra that perfectly framed her beautiful, large breasts. There is no substitute for great tits and this lady had them in spades.

I was able to unhook the bra without trouble and I was gazing into her eyes as I gently removed it. I could see the fire inside her and I guessed that it might have been just as long for her and it was for me since she'd had a good fucking. There is no substitute for alcohol when it comes to bravery and I pressed my hands over her breasts and began to knead them softly; my thumbs quickly bringing her nipples to an enlarged state. I hadn't removed my gaze from her face since this had begun and she hadn't stopped looking into my eyes either. I leaned forward again and kissed her, slowly inserting my tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth and we began to truly engage each other in mouth to mouth combat. 

Connie was very aroused and I knew this by the erotic scent I had detected. I dropped one hand into her lap and slipped it up under her dress and along her silken thigh. I discovered she was wearing 'thigh-highs' and soon I was massaging her bare upper thighs and slipping slowly toward her pussy. She had conveniently opened her legs to allow my advance and as I touched the gusset of her panties with the edge of my hand, I could feel the dampness. The rest was inevitable.




Wandering Ch. 01



The love seat was no place for a sexual union and we both knew it. I leaned back from her and asked: "Your place or mine?"

She smiled that lovely big smile and stood wordlessly, taking my hand, leading me to the back of the main floor. I followed willingly, knowing I was about to enjoy the favours of a wanton woman who was undoubtedly a great deal more experienced than I. I was looking forward to it and cautioning myself not to be in too big a hurry. I wanted this to be perfect for both of us.

Her bedroom was a larger and even more elegant version of my room and I was led by her to another marvelous bed. She pulled back the coverlet and turned to me.

"Undress me, Lee." she ordered in a soft voice.

"My pleasure." I pushed her dress down over her fulsome hips and she stood before me in a pair of bikini panties in the same champagne colour as her bra and the black thigh-highs. It was a very erotic vision and I moved to her and pulled her to me.

"You haven't finished yet." she said in a reproving voice.

"The panties go, the stockings stay." I said in a moment of silly bravery.

She just smiled and I had apparently been given her approval. I began to remove my cotton pullover but Connie intervened and pushed my hands away. I was obvious she wanted to undress me and I was fine with that. She undid my belt buckle and slipped my jeans down. She pulled off my boat shoes and socks before finishing the removal of my jeans. 

So there we stood. My hands were back on her breasts and she was leaning into me with one hand on my erection. In a moment, she pulled my jockey shorts down and I was naked. My erection sprang forward and she seemed pleased with what she saw. I gently placed my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and took my hand, leading me toward the bed. 

"You are a very beautiful woman, Connie." I said, meaning every word.

"Thank you. You're very handsome and I can see that you are definitely interested in me." she smiled. Her hand moved to my cock and she gripped it and began to squeeze it gently. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of the glans and I began to pray that I could hold out long enough to satisfy this very desirable woman. I reminded myself not to hurry and make sure I gave her all the pleasure that she demanded. 

I pushed her gently back on her bed and placed my hands on each side of her hips. I leaned forward and began to lick and tease a breast; first the aureole and then the nipple. She responded almost instantly and I could feel her back begin to arch. She was clearly aroused and as I switched to the other breast, I guessed that I would be able to bring this woman to orgasm very quickly. I played with her breasts with my tongue for a few minutes and then I began to move southward. She flinched when my tongue entered her navel cavity as I persisted in teasing her. 

I continued my journey down toward her mons and my tongue traced the outlines of her vaginal hair. She twitched and reacted to my gentle strokes as I got closer and closer to her now very wet centre. Her scent was almost overpowering in its erotic aroma and I inhaled it as I moved ever closer to her outer lips. As I touched them for the first time, Connie jerked in a spasm and I could hear her gasp as she reacted to this newest sensation.

I felt her hands on the back of my head and I recognized the signal they were sending. I began to stroke her lips more forcefully and she began to pull my face more compellingly into her pussy. I hadn't yet touched her clitoris and I didn't intend to until I had achieved all I could from her labial lips. I moved my head down further and my tongue touched her perineum and she immediately reacted to that new sensation. I could hear her moaning now as she became either more aroused or more frustrated. I had one mission in mind; I wanted to bring her to orgasm and I guessed that when I moved to her clit, it would be all over. 

I pulled my head back to look up her body toward her. The lower part of her face was partially obscured by her breasts, but I could see that her eyes were almost closed and her head was rolling from one side to the other. I looked down at her bright pink pussy and I could see her clitoris was erect and it only took a single stroke of my tongue to have Connie erupt into a loud cry of ecstasy as her hips rose violently from the bed toward my mouth. The second, third and fourth strokes on the little nub were more than enough to produce her orgasm and she was rigid with her glorious ass arched above the bed. She was very loudly proclaiming her pleasure as well.

"Oh Lee, oh Jesus ... awwwwwh!" 

It's a very satisfying sound to a man. Once again, my previously deflated ego had enjoyed another positive boost. 

She collapsed on the bed and was breathing deeply as I moved up beside her. I reminded myself that I was in no rush and we were not limited by any time constraints. I lay beside her as she began to come down from what was obviously a very explosive orgasm.

"Is Connie short for Constance?" I asked softly.

"Hmmm." I took that as a yes.

"It's a name I've always loved. Something about it and the Universe. The stars and the moon and the sun are always where they are supposed to be and they will be ten thousand years from now. Constance is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I would like to call you by that. May I?"

She turned her head and looked at me. It took a minute as she tried to decide if I was serious, but then she smiled. "I'd like that very much. It will be just for you, though." she cautioned. 

We lay they for a few moments when she turned back to me. "Is Lee your formal first name?" she asked.

"Leighton ... Leighton Philip Stephenson." I answered.

"Oh, I like that name. Very distinguished. May I call you Leighton?" she asked seriously.

"Yes, of course. But only you and my mother." I laughed.

"Well, Leighton Philip Stephenson, are you going to finish what you started?" she asked with that sly smile and another raised eyebrow.

I rolled over on my side and began to stroke her body from breasts to thigh. I think she knew my answer. We kissed passionately again and my hand slid between her thighs and searched out her centre. She was no longer just damp; she was awash in her fluids. I needed no further encouragement as I mounted her. She spread her legs, bringing her knees up in a welcoming gesture and with no more than a single probe to locate her vaginal tunnel, I pushed slowly but firmly into her.

I was surprised with her tightness as she gasped at my invasion. I sank into her until our pubic bones touched and just stayed there for a moment. She was showing signs of becoming impatient and I could feel her muscles contracting as she tried to stir me into action. I pulled my head back and smiled at her, lowering to kiss her gently and then began to stroke; slowly at first and then gaining pace. I was determined to make this last but Constance was not going to make it easy for me. She was gripping me with her vaginal muscles and she was pushing me further along than I wanted her too.

"Constance ... if you keep doing that I'm going to finish before you want me to." I gasped.

"Don't worry ... I'll bring ... you back ... I promise." she said between deep breaths.

It didn't matter. I was quickly losing control. I hadn't had passionate sex for so long I had forgotten how powerful a force it was. I finally surrendered and just let it all go.

"Awwwwwh ... Oh ... Connnn ... I'm going to ... finish." I was lost in the sexual whirlpool we had created. I came with a loud "agggghhhh!" and that was that. 

I had no idea if she had come with me or at any time during my efforts. I had been completely self-centered and submerged in a state of semi-awareness for most of the time. I don't ever recall having sex that even remotely resembled what I had experienced in the past few minutes. It had never been this intense.

"I'm sorry, Constance. I just couldn't wait any longer." I offered apologetically.

"It was your turn. Next time we share." she said simply. "You really did go off, though." she laughed.

"Yah ... I did ... that was wild." I was still recovering a normal breathing pattern. 

Constance had rolled on her side and one breast was lying against my chest while her fingertip was drawing patterns nearby on my abdomen. I took my fingertip and gently traced the outline of the aureole and then the tip of her nipple. Her eyes closed and I felt her hips begin to move into me. She opened her eyes, smiled and then began to slide down my body. I knew what was coming next. 

She grasped my partial erection gently with her hand and after looking into my eyes for a moment, bent her head to my manhood and began to kiss and lick and stroke and suck and generally make love to my cock. This was something that Jocelyn never wanted to do but that Constance obviously did. And she was good at it. Very good! I was rigid in a matter of a minute or two and if I hadn't had such a major orgasm just a few minutes earlier, I would have come in no time at all. As it was, I could feel the stirrings in my groin and scrotum and I wanted to warn her.

"Constance ... if you ... keep doing that ..." It was the only warning I was capable of providing. I was torn between having the best blow job I had ever had or even hoped for and my responsibility to my lover to complete her pleasure. What I didn't realize was the experience and skill of Constance was at play and she seemed to know just exactly how far to take me before backing off and letting me recover. She was amazing. She brought me to the edge three times and each time I was sure I would surrender and each time she kept me from falling off. Finally, she decided she had tortured me enough for the time being.

She rose and climbed up my body until she was straddling my face. She slowly lowered herself onto my mouth and I hungrily began to feast on her. I couldn't see anything as I licked and kissed and sucked and tickled but I knew by her reactions that I was on the right track. Soon, she was bouncing all over the place and it was all I could do to keep my tongue and mouth on target. Finally, she mashed her sex down on my mouth, nearly loosening some front teeth with her pubic bone and I heard her wail her approval as the fluids gushed from her. 

She was still for a minute, on her hands and knees and then began to move further forward off my face.

"Take me from behind, Leighton. Take me now!" she commanded.

I rolled over and propped myself up on my knees as I approached her from behind. I grasped her hips and pulled her back toward me to give her more room. In a single stroke, I quickly entered her and I began to move into her forcefully. 

"Harder ... faster ... do me Leighton! Do me hard!" she gasped her demands.

I could only follow orders and I was pounding into her at a furious rate. I knew I wouldn't last too long this way and I decided to slow for a minute or so to calm things down. She was having none of it.

"No ... don't you dare. Fuck me Leighton! Hard! Now!" There was no compromise here.

I resumed my frantic pace and I was getting closer to the finish with each pounding stroke. Somehow or other I managed to last long enough to sense her change in response and the beginnings of what I was sure was her orgasm. I prayed to the gods that I could last long enough to give her what she so richly deserved and the gods answered me kindly. 

"Ahhhh ... fuck ... that's perfect ... that's so perfect ... ahhhh!" she squealed in an almost little girl voice. As she voiced her orgasm, her vaginal muscles gripped me tightly and it was all over for me. I came with a series of grunts and a final groan as I pulled her lovely ass tightly to my groin. I stayed there motionless as I felt my erection diminish and after a while, finally slip out of her. She had been gasping for breath and finally turned her head to look at me.

She had a big smile on her face and her eyes sparkled as the sweat dripped off her forehead. "Nicely done, mister. What did you say your name was?"

I burst out laughing and fell over on my side and she fell with me. I nearly fell off the bed but Constance saved me and we held each other, laughing as we came down from our high. She had reminded me that sex could be fun as well as exciting.

"I hope m'lady found my performance satisfactory?" I said with as serious a tone as I could muster.

"Oh, I think it will do." she grinned back at me.

I lay there for a minute just studying her and thinking about what had just happened. I could see the clock radio on the other side of her body and it read 10:18 pm. I had met this woman a mere four hours ago and here we were in her bed in this magnificent house and I had just had the best sex I could ever remember. What the hell was going on?

"Do you always treat your guests this well?" I asked cheekily.

"Of course. It's the best way to get repeat business." she giggled.

"I'll bet it is." I leaned forward and kissed her gently and she returned it with the same soft touch. 

"Where are you going tomorrow?" she finally asked.

"I don't know. I have no plan. I'm just moving along from place to place until I find something." I answered.

"Stay ... stay with me. There won't be anyone here tomorrow or the next day as far as I know. We can continue this lovely little tryst at our leisure." She wasn't pleading, but she was serious. "You haven't seen the town yet. There's a lot to see and my rates for your second and third night are very reasonable." I couldn't fail to catch the real meaning.

"All right ... as long as I'm not imposing on you." I said.

"Leighton ... you are a breath of fresh air. I haven't had a man in my bed in quite a while and I don't know if I've ever had anyone that I've had quite as much pleasure with as you. You make me feel young again." I could tell that she was offering a very honest expression of her feelings.

"You are young. You act and think young. I can honestly say that not for one second had I given any thought to your age. I was too busy trying to keep up with you." I smiled.

"That's a lovely thing to say and it's a lovely thing to hear. Thank you Leighton." I thought for a moment I saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. I pulled her too me again and I kissed her.

"Constance, this bed is a little messed up and a bit damp in places. Why don't we go up to my room?" 

"How thoughtful. Do you mind waking up with a strange woman in your bed?" she laughed. 

"We are hardly strangers any more and I prefer to wake up with a beautiful woman in my bed. There is nothing more erotic than the scent of a woman when I wake. If it could be bottled, it would be the world's first genuine aphrodisiac." 

"Did your ex-wife know you had these special talents all bottled up inside you?" she asked playfully.

"No ... I guess not. But then ... well ... she's not around any more and I have something much more exotic lying right beside me." I smiled.

"Silly girl. She'll never know what she's missing out on."

"Why don't we agree we don't talk about her? I asked carefully. "I'm here with you and you're the only one that matters. There isn't anyone else." I said in a solemn voice.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to open an old wound. That was thoughtless of me."

"No apology necessary. I'd forgotten what it was like to have truly uninhibited sex; if I ever even knew. It was fun as well as exciting. I really needed that and you were here to make it happen. I loved every second of it." I said sincerely.

"I'm glad. I meant it when I said you were good for me." 

"Shall we have another glass of wine? I can always run up to the store for another bottle." I volunteered.

"I have some brandy. Why don't we have that? It may help us restore some of our energy." she said in her sexiest manner.

"That sounds splendid. Shall I dress for the occasion?" I asked in a cheeky faux English accent.

She laughed a genuine laugh and hugged me as I rose from the bed. She walked to the closet and came back with a navy blue terrycloth dressing gown which she handed me. She wore a black satin one which showed off her lovely legs and on occasion, the lower part of her finely sculpted ass. Her breasts swayed languidly under the smooth fabric and I could see the nipples become erect once more. It looked to me like we were going to be making just as big a mess of my bed as we had of hers. Oh well.

-0-

I awoke the next morning with the sun streaming through the light fabric curtains and lighting up the entire room in a lovely pastel yellow shade. Next to me, Constance slept and I moved my head toward her shoulder to sample that marvelous sexual aroma a woman produces in her sleep. It was intoxicating and stimulating. I had an erection but I also had a full bladder. I slipped out of the bed as carefully as I could without waking her and then nearly blew it all when I stumbled over the dressing gown that lay in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

I crept as quietly as the floor boards would allow and softly shut the bathroom door behind me. I must have had quite a full bladder because I though the stream was never going to end and the sound might have wakened the dead. It's always difficult when you're trying to pee with an erection and this was no exception. As I stood there, I thought about the last twelve plus hours. Constance was real as was the bed and our nakedness. This hadn't been some extended wet dream brought on by a Porn movie fantasy. I had actually gone to bed with a beautiful older woman; made love to her several times and awoken this morning with her sleeping peacefully beside me. If this was a dream, it was one of my best ever.

I had noticed my overnight bag on the floor, exactly where I put it when I had first seen the room. I wanted to brush my teeth and shave and shower, but to do that, I needed to get into my bag. I quietly opened the door to find Constance propped up in bed, the sheet draped around her waist and a beatific smile on her face. I smiled at her and walked naked and somewhat self-consciously toward her.

"Good morning." I said as I sat facing her on the side of the bed. My hands went to her lovely large breasts and I fondled them as I gazed into her eyes.

"Good morning, Leighton. Did you sleep well?" she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"Wonderfully well ... except for the erotic dreams. They were very stimulating." I said softly.

"Tell me about your dreams." she said as she nuzzled her lips into my neck.

"I dreamt that I met this wonderful woman and she plied me with evil Martinis and wonderful food and then seduced me. It was very ... exciting." 

"When she seduced you, what did she make you do?" she asked, smirking.

"Why, it would probably be easier if I showed you." I said. And so I did.

She tasted as wonderful that morning as she had the night before. She responded just as dynamically as she had the night before. Our pace was a little slower and less frantic than it had been the night before. Her orgasms were just as enthusiastic as the night before. I was just as excited as I was the night before. We loved and laughed and stretched and changed positions and generally made a complete mess of my bed; just as we had hers the night before. It was fantastic.

After we had made love, I had been ordered to the shower and I used the time to shave and brush my teeth. When Constance finally rose, she went downstairs to her bathroom and I took the opportunity to explore the kitchen and its supplies. I surprised her by making the breakfast while she was in the shower. I found the necessary ingredients and by the time Constance had emerged from her bedroom, the scrambled eggs were in their final stages, the toast was made and in the warming drawer, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms had been sautéed in the skillet and the coffee had finished its percolation. 




Wandering Ch. 01



She walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her for a passionate kiss. "I may just keep you here forever." she said with a smile.

"I might just stay." I responded.

She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a cotton pullover. As she moved near me, I suspected she wasn't wearing a bra. I ran my hands up the sides of her torso until I reached those lovely globes and my thumbs extended to graze her nipples. She smiled as she realized what I was doing.

"You're trying to temp me, aren't you?" I said with a sly grin.

"Too late for that, isn't it? Besides, I just like the freedom and I know you like the look and feel, so why not?" she asked simply.

"No good reason I can think of." I kissed her and then led her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her. She sat and I served.

"Leighton, these eggs are marvelous. What did you do to them?" she asked in genuine appreciation.

"Simple little formula involving Worcestershire Sauce and shredded Old Cheddar cheese." I answered. 

"You'll have to show me. My patrons will go crazy for them." she enthused.

We spent the rest of the day together. Constance was my tour guide for the delightful town of Nelson and I was doubly lucky I had chosen that particular town and that particular B & B. My spirits were better than they had been in a long, long time. We visited a specialty wine shop and picked up several bottles of reds from France, Spain and South Africa. Constance knew her wines and I was happy to be the carrier. I offered to pay for them, but she vehemently refused. She could be very strong-willed when she wanted to be.

We lunched at a little deli near the far end of town and I had brought my small digital camera to take some photos of the many wonderful old buildings. We worked our way back to her home by mid afternoon and she checked the voice mail to see if there had been any last minute bookings. There had been none. 

"Ah ... I have you all to myself again." she smiled.

I turned to her and took her hand, pulling her to me. "Is this going to be another two bed night?" I asked; giving her a raised eyebrow.

"Probably. If you're ... up for it."

"As long as you're with me, I'll find a way to be up for it." I promised.

"Hmmm ... just what I wanted to hear."

-0-

I stayed with Constance for four nights. They were the best four nights I had ever had and I would remember them always. By Tuesday night, I could tell it was time to go. Our lovemaking was still very passionate and fulfilling, but she would be welcoming guests on Wednesday and it would be awkward to continue our affair in those circumstances. Our lovemaking on Wednesday morning was sublime. It was gentle and passionate and calming and immensely satisfying. We both knew that this was the end of this part of our lives and we both knew we wouldn't easily forget these four days. We showered together, made breakfast and ate together and in a few minutes, I had packed my small overnighter and was ready to leave. 

She passed me a receipt for my stay and it showed only the one night that I had arrived. I looked at her in surprise and she put a forefinger against my lips.

"My treat, love. For services rendered." she simply said. 

I kissed her, wished her well and promised to stay in touch. I walked out the door with no regrets, but a sense of loss. She had taught me a great deal and brought me a long way back along the path of restoration. She gave me a feeling of hope and had rebuilt much of my battered ego. She was a therapist of a very different kind and I was lucky and grateful that I had, by pure chance, stumbled into her life.



Wandering Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Glynnis

The continuing adventures of Lee Stephenson as he travels his voyage of self-rediscovery.

I drove my Subaru Outback south to the edge of Nelson, stopping at the Chevron station. I topped up the tank, went inside to get a coffee and returned to my car. I pulled out my B.C. map and looked at my options. If I really wanted to go north, I was better off to go south and then east. That's the way it was in the Selkirk's, The Purcell's or any of the other mountain ranges in the Rockies for that matter. I always did want to run up the Rocky Mountain Trench and this was as good a time as any.

I thought back over the past four days and smiled to myself. Out of the blue and through pure dumb luck, I had met Constance and had spent the entire time in a state of sexual bliss. She had been a tonic of unimagined strength despite our fifteen year age difference. I kept thinking of the old movie "In Praise of Older Women" and adding an 'A Men' to the title. She was staring right at her fiftieth birthday and yet acted more like a thirty year old playmate. In those idyllic four days, I had learned and experienced more in giving and receiving sexual satisfaction than I had in my entire adult life. 

I'm sure that anyone who saw me would immediately recognize the smug smile of a sated man. If I was going to die, this was the way I wanted to go. I sat in the car lost in my reverie and wondering how I would top this first adventure in my new-found freedom. The impatient blast of a horn was enough to get me going again and I pulled out onto Highway 6, southbound to Highway 3 east. I thought briefly about continuing south into Idaho, but decided that side trip could wait for another day. I had my own territory to explore and that's what I planned to do.

I was barely over an hour into my drive along the Crowsnest Highway and just approaching Cranbrook, when I felt something go wrong with the handling on the car. I had been cruising along at a sedate 90 kph when it began and within a minute or two I was aware that something was seriously wrong. I found a wide shoulder and pulled over to the side carefully and finally brought the car to a stop. I got out and carefully looked at the wheels on the driver's side before walking around the rear of the car to survey the passenger side. 

The problem was obvious; a nearly flat rear right side tire. I had picked up a puncture and after swearing at the inconvenience, I opened the rear hatch, took out the three bags that blocked access to my spare tire and began my work. Before leaving on this trip, I had had the car checked out thoroughly by my friend and mechanic neighbor Don Childs and he pronounced it fit. He also gave me an 18" square piece of ¾" plywood to use if I had to change a tire on soft ground. I made a mental note to thank him with something tangible as it was exactly what was required on this highway shoulder.

I wasn't likely to be recruited by any NASCAR team for my tire changing skills, but with the clever and efficient system Subaru and most other Japanese makes had in storing and organizing the tools, I was done in less than fifteen minutes. I had a pair of leather work gloves in with the plywood platform and I managed not to get too dirty with the effort. Luckily, the weather was nice and I wasn't under any stress, so when all was said and done, I wasn't in a bad mood at all.

It was only a few kilometers to Cranbrook and as I arrived in the town, I began looking for either a Subaru dealer (unlikely) or a Yokohama Tire dealer. If found the latter first and pulled into a parking slot in front of the main showroom doors. As I approached the front desk I was greeted by an attractive young lady in light blue coveralls and the name Glynnis stitched above her breast pocket. 

"Good morning. How can I help you?" she smiled.

"Good morning ... Glynnis. I have a flat that needs repair." I said, examining her casually.

"Well, why don't I get one of our guys to bring it in and we'll get to work on it. It shouldn't take too long ... it isn't busy this morning." She had a lovely smile and I've always been a sucker for nice smiles. Even when I'm angry or stressed, a nice smile can bring me down to earth in a hurry.

"Thanks." I offered, continuing to assess what might be under the coveralls. Damn ... Constance had really changed my outlook on women in a hurry.

I helped myself to a hot coffee, although I think it had been made a couple of days earlier. I found a year old car magazine with an article on the Subaru Impreza WRX and settled in to wait for the tire repair. I had been there for about twenty minutes when an older man came through the shop doors, saw me sitting in the little lounge and approached me.

"Are you the owner of the Outback?" he asked in a friendly manner.

"Yes."

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to repair your tire; at least not safely." he began. "It's been badly cut by some piece of metal I think and I don't have any way to fix that. You're going to need a new tire. I can show you if you like." he offered.

"Sure ... let's have a look." I wasn't that I didn't trust him, but I was curious what would cause this kind of damage.

He showed me the inside of the tire and he had chalked an area about three inches long on a diagonal at the very bottom of the sidewall. 

"I'm guessing you picked up a metal shard somewhere and maybe you rubbed up against a curb or something that pushed it through. Once the tire got hot on the highway, it would start to leak and deflate."

"Well, do you have a replacement tire?"

"No ... that's the thing. These aren't the standard factory tires. These are high performance touring tires and I don't carry them here. No call for them. Let me check the computer and see where I can get one." 

We walked back to the desk and he started to enter keystrokes and within five minutes he had the bad news.

"The closest one I can find is in Maple Ridge. There's one in Edmonton too, but if I can catch the Greyhound, I can get the tire from Maple Ridge on the bus and it'll be here late tomorrow afternoon. That's the best I can suggest." he said apologetically.

"Well, luckily for me, I'm in no hurry, so why don't you order the tire and I'll just keep the car for around town until it arrives."

"Fine. I'll put the spare back ... no ... wait ... I think I've got a tire that's the same size in the bin. It'll do for a day or two as long as you don't try anything fancy with it. I'll put that on and you won't have as much imbalance as with the spare."

"That sounds great ... thanks a lot." I said genuinely. Small town service ... there's nothing like it. I left him my card and told him only the cell phone number was active. I asked him if he wanted an imprint of my Visa, but he said he'd sort it out when we finished putting the new tire on tomorrow. Small town trust to go with the service. I felt good about staying here for a day or so.

I had my car back in ten more minutes and he promised to call me when the new tire arrived and he'd put it on right away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Glynnis watching this interaction and she was smiling, I thought. I was about to walk out the door and get into my car when it dawned on me that I would be staying overnight in Cranbrook and I had no idea where. In a moment of inspiration, I turned back to the counter.

"Excuse me, Glynnis. It looks like I'm going to be staying overnight. Can you suggest a Bed and Breakfast or even a motel that would be comfortable?" I flashed my best smile and I got one in return.

"Sure. Mr. and Mrs. Straker have a very nice place on the west end of town. You probably passed it when you drove in. It's a big yellow house with two big trees right in front. Would you like me to give them a call as see if they have room?" she volunteered.

"That would be very nice. Thank you Glynnis." Again, I gave her the 100 watt smile. "By the way, my name's Lee Stephenson."

"My pleasure and it's nice to meet you Lee." she said with an interested look.

She quickly determined that there was room at the Straker's and on a simple photocopied map, she showed me where it was. I had indeed passed it on the way into town but I guessed that I was preoccupied with finding a tire repair location and wasn't paying much attention to the surroundings. 

"You'll like their place. You can come and go without disturbing them. If you want to go clubbing tonight, you don't have to worry what time you get back." She said all this with a slightly sly look that began to give me ideas. Not totally wholesome ideas, either.

"If I wanted to go clubbing, where would I go?" I asked innocently enough to bring on another grin from her.

"Well ... there's a dance and drink club not far from here" she said. She hadn't changed that challenging look on her face one bit.

"So ... what's the dress code? I asked.

"Nothing special. You get a real mix in a town like Cranbrook. Just don't wear a suit or a tie." she grinned

"Well, I don't think that's a problem." I laughed.

"It's called the Crowsnest Club. It's just down the street and I find it's the place to go for some fun, dancing and a few drinks." She wasn't volunteering that she would be there, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was. I would make it a point to have a look in tonight.

"Well, you've been a real help, Glynnis. I'd like to repay you for your hospitality. Are you doing anything for dinner tonight?" I asked, leaning on the counter directly in front of her.

She was obviously caught off guard. She wasn't expecting me to be so direct in asking her out, I guess. 

"Not so far. What do you have in mind?" All pretence at mild flirting had disappeared and we were down to serious negotiation.

"You know of a nice restaurant I could take a good looking woman to?"

"Well ... depends on what you like. Around here it's Italian and Chinese and steaks. Which do you prefer?" she challenged.

"Any of those sounds great. How about Italian?" I suggested.

"Florio's is very nice and quiet too. How does seven sound?"

"Perfect. Where can I pick you up?"

"I'll meet you there. That way, if you get too frisky, I can cut out." she laughed.

"A wise precaution. I wouldn't trust me either." I laughed. "Since you suggested the club, why don't we make a night of it?"

"We'll see. You don't look too dangerous, but you never know." She had taken more than a couple of seconds to agree but I had the sense that she was looking for fun and I was it for this evening.

As I looked at her more carefully, I guessed she was mid-to-late twenties, no more than five foot tall with honest blonde hair and an outdoor lightly tanned complexion. Her most outstanding features, however, where a class A set of tits and a very round and fully packed backside. She was a very sexy looking young lady and I was pleased that I was going to have the chance to spend some time with her.

I headed out to the Straker's B & B and checked in. It was a conventional residence with a walk-out lower floor that was set up for three decent sized bedrooms, each with a small ensuite. I looked it over and decided it would be fine for the one or two nights I would be here. There was a small shower stall in the bathroom and a writing desk in the bedroom area. A TV and a clock radio on a nightstand were the only other items. 

I unpacked and changed into fresh clothes and set up my laptop. I was surprised that the house was equipped with wireless and I logged on without problem. I checked for emails and found none other than the usual SPAM and trivial stuff various friends had sent me. I had only been gone five days so I didn't expect any emergencies. Besides, I had my cell phone, so anyone could find me if they had the number.

I left the room and drove back into town. I hadn't eaten since Constance and I had shared breakfast and I was hungry. I found a small store-front deli and decided to try it out. It turned out to be a good choice. The food was original and funky and damn good. I thought some more about Glynnis and smiled to myself. My new freedom had produced two unexpected females in my life and I was enjoying every moment of it. Constance had given me a good dose of self confidence and I was riding that high for all it was worth. 

After I had eaten, I drove around the area using the simple map that Glynnis had provided. I saw most of the town, locating both the Crowsnest Club and Florio's Restaurant. Neither was more than five minutes from anywhere. In the summer, I would probably have chosen to walk to either of them. I thought about that for tonight if I happened to have a couple more drinks than I thought I should. I liked the idea of small towns and the closeness of everything. Cranbrook was bigger than that, but not so much that it lost that special feel these towns have.

I parked the car next to Florio's and walked around looking in the various shops on the streets nearby. I spent an hour in a book store and bought a couple of future readers for my travels. I found myself thinking a great deal about Glynnis and what I was going to do tonight. My libido had been rekindled by Constance and I was anxious to try out my seductive skills; assuming I had any. Glynnis had been very willing to accept my invitation to dinner and then to the club and I was surprised at that. I wondered what her story would be. I thought the best time to find out would be dinner.

I walked into Florio's at five before seven and was seated immediately. I let the young lady at the front know I was expecting someone. Glynnis arrived just a couple of minutes after I was seated and I was pleased. It told me she was happy to be joining me this evening. 

"Hi ... good to see you again." I said smoothly.

"Thank you. I'm glad you invited me. I like this place and I wanted to get to know you a little better." she said frankly.

She was dressed in a short denim skirt and a peasant blouse with a nice expanse of cleavage; very much in a casual western style except for the shoes. They were at least three inch platform heels in gold fleck on black and she was all in all, showing a very sexy look. I wasn't sure about a bra, but it seemed like there was a lot of action going on under that blouse as she had walked to our table. Time would tell.

"Glynnis, I don't know your last name." I confessed.

She gave me a funny look before she answered. "It's Florio." she said with a smile.

"Awww!" I had to laugh. "I suppose your parents are keeping an eye on you tonight?" I suggested.

"Probably ... but they know I'm an adult. I make my own friends and live my own life. They understand that." she said in a carefree tone.

"Hmmmm. My experience tells me that parents never quit watching out for their kids; no matter how old they are." I suggested.

"Yah ... you're right. But mine are pretty good. I know they want me to get married and have a bunch of kids, but I'm still waiting for Mr. Right." she said seriously. "What about you?"

"Ah ... well ... I was married but ... it didn't work out." I confessed.

"Oh ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." 

"Well, sometimes things don't turn out the way you expect. We didn't have any children, so no real harm was done." I said resignedly.

"I'm not so sure about that. I think when you're with someone for a long while, it can't be easy to let go." she said sincerely.

"No ... you're right. It isn't painless. Luckily, we both recognized it wasn't going to last, so it made it a bit easier to put an end to the misery." 

"I guess that's what I'm trying to avoid ... I mean ... picking the wrong one." she said thoughtfully.

There was an awkward pause as the waitress took our drinks order and we looked at the menu for the first time.

"I don't know why I'm looking at this. I know it by heart." she said with a light laugh.

"What's the specialty of the house?" I asked.

"Osso Busso." she said quickly. "Trust me, it is the best!"

"Great ... decision made." I smiled. The smile she gave me was infectious. I was enjoying myself again in the presence of a woman I'd only just met. "So Glynnis, am I going to have to learn to Line Dance tonight?"

She laughed out loud. "No! No! Not the dreaded Line Dance!" she spewed; almost choking on her drink. "We don't allow that kind of stuff on this side of the border. That's for flatlanders." she spat; still smiling. "I like slow, close dancing. Real slow and real close." she said suggestively, fluttering her eyelids.

Now it was my turn to laugh out loud. "You are a tease, young lady. Do your parents know about your naughty ways?"

"Nope. It's my dirty little secret." she smirked.

The dinner was lovely and as advertised, the Osso Busso was very good. We chatted about ourselves a fair amount. I learned that she was the "brains" of the tire store and that the older man that had looked after my tire problem was her uncle. Glynnis did the books and set up the computer systems for him. She enjoyed her work but hinted that she had a longer term plan in mind. She didn't spell it out, but I gathered it involved a guy she knew.

We lingered over a glass of wine and passed on the desserts. There seemed to be a bit of tension between us. 

"Are you staying another night?" Glynnis finally asked.

"Yah ... I think so. Sounds like the tire won't be here until late tomorrow, so there's no point in heading off. I'm no hurry and I don't have to be anywhere special." I explained.

"Then, why don't we skip the club until tomorrow night. It's always livelier on Thursdays." she suggested.

"What would you rather do?" I asked.

"Hang out with you. Why don't we go back to your place? We can watch TV ... or something." she said with that sly grin coming back to her face.

I gave her a knowing smile and agreed. "OK ... let's go. I'll meet you there."

I had figured out that I was the only guest at the Straker's that night and with the private entrance, no one would know I had a guest in my room unless they saw us arrive. I had barely opened the door to my room when Glynnis arrived and whooshed into the room ahead of me. She turned to me as I closed the door and marched straight into my arms. It took me less than five seconds to determine that she was both horny and braless. 

I'm a shade under six foot and Glynnis was a shade over five foot, so there was quite a height difference between us. One thing was certain, her nipples were rock hard and if I had hugged her any harder, I would have a pair of small bruises on my abdomen. I locked my hands under her lovely ass and hoisted her up to eye level. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I pushed her up against the wall and began to assault her mouth with my tongue. She was very active and very aroused and I finally walked her to my bed and dropped her as gently as I could upon it. 

She lay there looking up at me and smiling like the Mona Lisa. What did she know that I didn't know, I wondered. I started to pull the arms of her blouse down over her shoulders and she wriggled her upper body to help move the blouse down. At the same time, she set in motion those lovely big orbs and I was temporarily mesmerized as her shimmy made them dance inches from my face. I couldn't resist. I went after them with my mouth.

She didn't make it hard for me to capture one and I feasted on it; licking and sucking and nipping as she quietly moaned her approval. I changed sides to make sure I gave them both equal attention. As I watched them flow from one side of her chest to the other, a strange memory crept into my consciousness. A brief porn clip on the internet of a blonde woman with large breasts making them orbit in tandem while she was being fucked. It didn't look deliberate, but it was very erotic. I wondered if I could make that happen with Glynnis. It was worth a try.

I stood up and began to remove my shirt as Glynnis kicked off her shoes and undid the button on her skirt. In moments, she was lying with her blouse bunched around her midriff and a pair of pink panties and no more. I was still wrestling with my shirt buttons when Glynnis propped herself up and reached out to undo my belt and then my zipper. I kicked off my shoes and walked out of my pants and except for my socks, we were equal. I leaned over to her and kissed her softly. She pulled me down on top of her and renewed the kiss with tongue and passion. I pulled her panties off and we were off to the races.




Wandering Ch. 02



It was evening in Punta Cana when I arrived. Here my tattered clothing didn't look that out of place but I still took a moment to help myself to some loose white linen pants that I rolled halfway up my calf and a raw silk shirt in a creamy white with no collar. The surf here is dead. A coral reef a couple hundred yards off the beach keeps the rollers from knocking the tourists around. Since I am a surf junkie and the people who seek to use me or do me harm know that, it makes this beach relatively safe. Ahead I could hear the island music being played on steel drums with trumpets and guitars and a woman singing about love in a mixture of Spanish and Creole. 

Before I reached the source of the music I left the beach and approached a large open sided restaurant attached to the resort I was trespassing on. No one challenged me as I approached the pretty young hostess in her island print skirt and white peasant blouse pulled off her shoulders and down her arms. I have always found Dominican women to be gorgeous. All shapes and all sizes, all have beautiful and generous spirits. The hostess guided me to a seat near the beach, semi private and away from the families that piled in, sunburned and talking loudly. For her consideration and professionalism, I touched her hand and wandered into mind. 

I have several talents, powers if you will. I can travel at will in corporeal or non-physical form. I can go anywhere in the universe if I can somehow get the image of where I am going in my mind. I can manipulate everything and everyone around me. I can move things, change memories, implant things, control emotions, and connect on such a visceral level it's as if we share the same body and soul. Even though I can heal with a touch, I seldom use this talent. To do so would be to assume the roll of God and I am not going there. 

My talents began to before I could speak, so I suppose I was born with them. I have travelled in time for my entire lifeline and I have not found any reason why I am special like this. I only know now that there are other like me and they seek me out at all time. 

My Dominican hostess was Isadora Valente. She was 22 years old and had been working at this particular resort for seven years. From just a touch of her hand I knew all that and more. I also discovered a couple of nasty memories from her childhood involving her uncle and her older brother. She fled her family home to work at this resort because of them. I took those memories from her left behind an affirmation in their place. From that moment forward, if a man touched her, she would feel beautiful and desirable, not worthless and dirty. In return, when a man felt her touch he would feel virile and invigorated. She would no longer seek out abusive relationships and when the right Juan came along, she would know it. She became aware of our physical contact. Her eyes caught mine and her big smile became a little more coquette and her eyelids lowered, making her even more appealing. She turned slowly from my table, breaking the contact I had with her hand. She passed through the crowd like wisp of smoke on an evening breeze, touching male guests as she floated by. I could sense the male sensuality increase as Isadora made her way through the crowd.

My waitress approached with a bottle of water and a local rum cocktail. I looked about the room and could see most of the adults imbibing in the same cocktail. I accepted the bottle of water and refused the cocktail. Instead I asked for a double scotch on the rocks. As she turned to walk away, out of habit I closed my hand on her wrist intending to tell her thank you and found myself standing in her mind out of habit. Her name was Theresa and she was in distress. She was pregnant. The father was the son of a hotel guest who had gone back to his own country unaware he had sired a son. She knew that she would be fired for getting pregnant and her parents would push her out of their meager home in disgust. 

I closed my eyes and cast myself into the room full of vacationing families. I kept searching the young couples and the small families until found one I needed. From Akron, I discovered a young couple was married only five years and were trying desperately to begin a family. The woman was the child of a mixed race couple and the man an heir to a small hardware chain fortune. He was completely impotent. It took only a few seconds for me to move the developing fetus from one womb to the other. I removed the memories of the pregnancy from my waitress and replaced them with a night of dancing and drinking where her one-night-stand was instead a gentleman and great kisser, nothing more. She left to pour my scotch.

For the Garnetts of Akron, it took some coaxing in the new mother's womb to kick off her hormones and turn her body into a baby making factory. The mother and fetus were not the same blood type and convincing her endocrine system not to reject the new growth inside her wasn't simple. I was just finishing up when my waitress returned. She placed the drink in front of me and stood facing me, as if waiting for further instructions. I raised my gaze to hers and I could sense she wanted to say something.

"Sir, I know this is strange, but when you asked for your drink you touched my arm, something happened. Would you mind touching my arm again? Just so I can see if what I felt was real or not." 

It was rare for someone to even notice my presence, let alone request it. I think that Theresa might have some wandering talents herself that were either weak or dormant. I granted her request.

I laid my forearm across the corner of my table, allowing my wrist to extend past the edge, palm up, inviting her to touch me if she liked. She lowered the back of her hand into my palm tentatively and closed her eyes. I slipped into her mind and found a lusty desire there. Clearly she was a sexual creature. I tucked that handy bit of information away for later. Now I could see how the son of the tourists found her so easy to seduce. I put a thought into her head and she moved closer the table until her hip touched the side of the table and my upturned fingers were resting against the part of her skirt over her pubic mound. Her body was blocking the view for most of the other diners. It was dark at my table and our interchange was deep in shadow. With a simple suggestion I turned the attention of the rest of the people in the room to the people at their tables only. We now had complete privacy in a crowded beach restaurant. 

My fingers stretched out slightly to make firm contact with the curve of her pussy through her clothes. With my increased pressure, I brought her a wave of pleasure and let it electrify her nervous system. I locked her gaze in mine and gave her a five second fantasy that felt like hours of pleasure but when she tried to remember it, it would only be recalled as a sexual daydream. She climaxed immediately and I could feel the heat of her orgasm radiating from her sex. I could smell her orgasmic excretions. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip. Her legs shook. She held her breath and her hips bucked against my hand. Her eyes closed involuntarily. I removed my hand from hers and released her back to reality.

She looked at me for some sign that her brief sojourn into ecstasy was real, but I kept my face placid and did not reveal my part in her orgasm. 

"I hear you have a wonderful young Chef. If she is free, could you ask her to come to my table? I would love to meet her before I order. I have a special request for her."

My waitress nodded and backed away. She was still uncertain as to what had just happened. In a few minutes my requested visitor appeared. All heads turned as this beautiful young woman dressed in tropical print chef pants, a loose fitting white chef coat that failed to hide her either her sex or her sexuality and short black toque approached my table. This was the chef I was here to see. 

"Oh My God! Shep! What are you doing here?" 

"I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would drop in for a bite. Know of anyplace a guy can get a good meal?" I replied as I rose to embrace the woman I would love forever and marry never. Ellie Windstrom was a rising star in the culinary world, all on her own dime and not at all from my ability to manipulate time and matter. We held each other tightly and I allowed myself to melt into her and her into me. We shared both body and spirit with that embrace. These moments of joining, where we are two souls intertwined and we aligned everything, even our heartbeat, were the moments I cherished most. It was love, passion, desire, want, fulfillment, intensity, and surrender all rolled into one. I wandered us both out of time and lingered in the moment for an eternity before putting reality back to right.

"I miss you so much," she whispered into my ear. 

"I miss you too. It's dangerous for me to be here. A few hours is all I dare to stay and then I must go."

"I understand," she said as she lowered her head. "Someday you will come to me and never leave. Someday."

"Yes, someday," I lied. 

With my abilities I know this will never come to pass. I indulge myself with Ellie. I could remove all traces of me from her, all memories, but I don't. She is the one habit I refuse to break. And if she were ever found by my enemies, they would stop at nothing to use her to get to me. My talents among wanderers would make me an unstoppable weapon. 

I have travelled into my own future many, many times. Each time trying to find a away for Ellie and I to be together, each time finding no solution at all. It just will never be.

In order to protect Ellie and to protect me with her, I let part of me wander through the beach resort and fashion a network of people connected back to me. If another wanderer attempted to control someone in the resort, it would immediately transmit a message to me, giving me precious seconds to erase my tracks and escape back to my underground cell before things got out of hand. Those pursuing me had been close before, but I was getting better at detecting them. I also worried that they would grow more sophisticated and come at me in a way I could not detect. I had no fear of anything in the known universe. My fear was the unknown. Their earlier attempts to persuade me or capture me had gotten out of hand. 

People die around me when things get out of hand.

"Let me make you something special. What do you have in mind?"

"I'd love to spend the night making love to you and feasting on what you have under that uniform."

"Keep talking like that and you will have to take me to bed or lose me forever." 

"And a Croque Monsieur wouldn't be too difficult would it?"

She slapped my arm for insulting her culinary talent by ordering a grilled ham and cheese sandwich made famous by Julia Childs. She turned on her heel and stalked off to the kitchen. Back in her familiar element, she created a battery of dishes, each more succulent and flavorful than the last. My stomach groaned in protest as I did my best to enjoy every possible morsel. I raised my napkin and waved it in a gesture of surrender.

I enjoyed another scotch and was working on my third when Ellie came out of the kitchen for the evening. She had removed her jacket, displaying her gorgeous if smallish breasts in a tropical tank top. Her breasts defied gravity and needed no coaxing from a bra so her jutting nipples were on display through the thin material. The few male diners and most of the remaining female diners appreciated the view as much as I did. Ellie was gorgeous. 

We left the restaurant on the ocean side and walked down the beach until the resort was out of sight. Off to our right we could see a few lights in the thick jungle undergrowth. This part of the beach was unkempt on purpose to discourage the guests from wandering around the cabanas set aside for the most talented personnel employed by the resort. We found the almost hidden path that led to Ellie's bungalow and followed it to her current home and went inside.

"This is very nice," I observed. "Quiet, secluded, not far from the water, it must be great."

"It's not the same without you Sheppard. I feel so guilty for living like this while you live on the run."

"It's not as bad as you think. I wish I could take you to all the places I have been and let you see all of the things I have seen. The universe is a filled with amazing things."

"How far have you been?" I waved my hand across the ceiling, indicating the sky far and far beyond.

"I can take you there if you like. They really are some beautiful sights." 

"No thank you! I am an Earth Girl." She crossed her arms and put her foot down with authority.

I entered her mind and gave her memories took her to the Moon, then Mars, then the moons of Jupiter. I let her live my memories in the first person, as if they were her own. 

"That's amazing. How did you do that?" she asked, breathless from her memory ride. 

"It's not that hard. I just have to remember create an atmosphere around me and replenish the oxygen from time to time. Getting the gravity to match the first couple of times was a little strange, but when I think about it, a solution usually comes to me."

"Enough bragging. Since you won't be here for long, I need what only Sheppard Delgado can deliver." She pushed me back onto the bed and straddled my stomach, peeling off her tank top in one smooth motion over her head. Those firm breasts bounced free, light scarlet areolas at full erection. She released her long hair and let it cascade over her shoulders and onto my chest as she leaned in and kissed me with deep longing. Her pelvis was doing a slow grind on my wakening cock. I could feel it growing in my loose linen beach pants until it stood straight up from by body, pressing into the groove of her groin and ass. She started to dry ride my erection, never breaking our kiss. Just when I thought I could take no more, she raised her leg and her hip and scooted down my body, breaking our kiss. She pushed the bottom of my raw silk shirt up, exposing me lean chest. She kissed and nibbled my skin, biting my nipples in turn. She kissed her way down the center of my stomach and lowered the waistband of my pants, releasing my erection into the seaside air. She licked down on side of my shaft and around my balls and back up the other side of my cock. It was exquisite and delicate. When she got back to the tip of my cock, she opened her mouth and plunged the entire damp length deep into her throat in one shocking thrust. Her hair pooled on my stomach and down my thighs as she started driving her mouth up and down on my hard cock. She slipped her hand around my balls and squeezed them, just to let them know she was thinking about them. I could feel her nipples grazing my thighs on each deep suck. I was ready to cum, but I made myself wait, bringing my orgasm back from the brink.

I flipped her over onto her back in one swift move. I stood up at the end of the bed and pulled her legs until her ass was over the edge of the bed. I let my pants fall to the floor and kicked them away. I pulled hers off over her hips and then hooked my fingers in the side of her panties and removed them both with a cooperative lift of the hips from Elle. As I knelt down to return the oral favor, my cock slapped her cunt and I felt her twitch involuntarily. I buried my face in her sweet smelling pussy. It was nearly hairless except for a little groomed patch in a diamond shape right above her slit. I pressed my nose into that tight patch of hair and stuck my tongue deep into her cunt. She spread her legs wide in response, sliding her hips further off the edge of the bed and putting more pressure on my face. My tongue swirled and dived, darted and dug. I could sense her release coming.

I let my saliva and her juices slip from her cunt down the crack of her ass, lubricating the light brown rosebud guarding her ass. I moved my face lower, keeping my nose in contact with her clit and started lapping her from her ass to her cunt, making her wetter and more receptive. I slipped my tongue into her ass and could feel a small orgasm in response. I replaced my tongue with just the tip of my middle finger. I worked it around, not trying to get deeper, just trying to focus her attention on the pleasure of the ass play. My moved my mouth back to her cunt and pressed my thumb into her sex. In just a few minutes, the intensity of her clit and her cunt and her anal ring being simultaneously massaged was too much. Her orgasm would not be denied. Her hips bucked against my face and her head thrashed on the bed. I could feel her heels digging into my back, spurring me on and warning me off at the same time. I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy and lapped up the juices streaming there. Her cunt bucked against my face, trying to force my tongue deeper into her. I let her writhe and convulse until she was fully sated and then drew back. I placed my chin on her pelvis and waited for her to return to the present. When her eyes opened and she looked down at me with my head between her legs, she smiled. 

"You are such a turn on. Now can we fuck?"

I stood up on my knees and put my cock against her wet cunt. I waited.

"Don't be a tease, Shep. Fuck me." She wiggled her ass, trying to slip my cock into her pussy. I increased pressure with my hips and my cock slid in a little. Her cunt, though moist, was still tight. I withdrew and pressed again. And again. Each time coating a little more of my cock with her pussy juices. Soon I was all the way in on each slow stroke. I could feel my cockhead pressing her spongy vulva. Ellie gripped the edge of the bed and rolled her legs back and spread them wide to give me maximum angle and ease of penetration. Her grip on the edge of the bed kept her from rocketing across the room and the elastic of the mattress allowed her to spring back at me. It was like a game of paddle ball, me bouncing her, her bouncing back, all on the length of my cock. This wasn't love making, this was fucking. Not animals in heat fucking, lovers in lust fucking. We were enjoying ourselves as much as two people could. 

The eruption from my balls was sending messages of its impending arrival. I could feel the throbbing and clutching of Ellie's cunt as it milked my cock in its own state of arousal. A few more thrusts and all hell broke loose. I buried my shaft deep into the woman I loved and let the hot cum pour deep into her. She answered in kind, still bucking and thrashing. Each time my cock twitched, Ellie climaxed again. 

I could sense her exhaustion and took pity on her. I slowly withdrew my cock and guided her up onto the bed and lay down beside her. She rolled on her side to face me and we kissed, intertwining our arms and legs. Her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock pressed against her stomach, and her hot damp cunt straddled my thigh. We fell asleep like this, two lovers naked in a tropical paradise. I was content and I was in love. I let me guard slip for just a little while, confident we were unlikely to be discovered.

Three thousand miles away, we were being observed. A wanderer with my ability to leave their body and travel without moving had been shadowing my girlfriend without stop since she has been discovered. She had been in the restaurant with us, in the cabana with us and had watched our passionate lovemaking with interest and jealousy. No one, she accurately assumed, would ever make love to HER like that. 

I don't know why I couldn't sense her. I don't know why I didn't feel her disturbance as she left to tell her handlers where I was and what I was doing. I did feel the huge ripple in time and space as she and a dozen others suddenly appeared in the jungle around our cabana. My eyes didn't open and I didn't twitch a muscle, but in a long instant, I knew who they were and what their intentions were. With a thought I put markers on them so I could know where they were at all times. 




Wandering Ch. 02



I projected myself into all thirteen of my assailants a spoke, mind to mind. "If you do not leave this instant and never return, you will each die as will all of your families." Instead of fear, I sensed---- ridicule and disdain. I was a little shocked by this. My threat wasn't idle and they knew that. Still they came.

Ellie tensed next to me and I felt her terror. In a less time than it takes to form an idea, we were gone, leaving our assailants contemplating two human shaped shells I left behind. As we traveled I felt someone following. This was something I hadn't previously encountered. I had never considered that other wanderers could follow our path through time and space. I decided to see how good they were.

With thoughts faster than a computer can calculate, I took us on a series of jumps in and out of time, from place to place through the universe, into and out of dangers and hostile environments, and I could sense my pursuer falling way. A few thousand more moves and whoever they were would be gone for good. After ten minutes of leaving a trail of bread crumbs around the universe, I jumped on my own trail and started pursuing my pursuers. I had the advantage of knowing where they had to go next in order to follow the trail I had left just minutes before. If I could catch them before they found where I had rejoined my previous path, they might not put two and two together and know they were now being followed.

When I was within reach of their minds, I leapt forward and joined with them. There were five pursuers and my intervention into their inner beings caused them to lose their respective trains of thought and come crashing to a halt. I was angry and they responded in a panic. I scoured each mind for every useful ability and memory they contained and then left. What I left behind were empty shells. Not stupid, not injured, not dead, just empty. I had severed their wandering souls from their living bodies and then cast the unfettered souls into an abyss on planet so far from earth that they would forever think they were in Hell. I wasn't kind enough to leave the souls together, where they might accidently find each other and take some solace. I put them far, far apart where they will remain. Alone. Devolving into a madness that will never be relieved until the universe itself was remade. I made sure the living bodies would be found wandering in the African desert by bandits and each would be used as a fuck toys by every horny diseased African for a thousand miles.

Free from my pursuers, I put Ellie in my cell and left to deal with the reality of my assailants. With the information I had taken from them, I first went to their homes and wiped all evidence of their lives out of existence. Children, spouses, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, everything. Gone in seconds. No shadow or hint of them remained. This is the side of me that makes my self imposed exile tolerable. 

Next I returned to the scene of the initial attack, back in the Dominican Republic. From high above I seized control of the remaining eight attackers and repeated with them what I had done with the five pursuers. They ceased to be. From my thirteen attackers I was able to glean who was the power behind this and every other attack. I knew who it was, where they were, and what their purposes were. 

And I knew that my attackers had been sent to die and to give me that information. It was a trap and it was obvious. The message was clear. My enemy wanted me to know that they could predict my reactions and had accounted for them. There was only one type of wanderer that could do that. Only a time traveler like myself could see so much into the future and the past to see and predict with any accuracy what I would do next.

So I did what I was sure they didn't expect. I gave them exactly what they wanted.

Me.

I leapt across the miles and found myself in a cozy office appointed in muted browns with touches of yellow and peach. The air was fragrant with perfume. My enemy had her back to me, staring out into the night, wondering how the battle fared, since her mental connection with her thirteen assassins had been broken. She didn't have to turn to see me, she need only drop her eyes and see me in the reflection on the window she stood in front of her.

"Hello Sheppard. My name is...."

"Lillian. Lillian Lazarus," I interrupted.

"I see you have talents I did not realize. Am I to assume all of my thirteen best assassins are dead?" she asked without turning.

"Assassins? Don't you mean mindless minions? Of course they are dead. Just as you knew they would be."

"Far from mindless. I need to send word to their families through the appropriate channels." She looked in the reflection to see my reaction to the killings. 

"I've saved you the trouble. They have no next of kin."

"Of course they do," she corrected. "And they have a right to know that their loved ones gave their lives for their country."

"Suit yourself. They have no next of kin and their next of kin has no next of kin either."

"What are you saying? Did you.....?" Her voice trailed off in the realization as to what I inferred. She stiffened and turned.

"Those thirteen each had a portion of your talent and they knew the risks in attempting to bring you in. But the families, why did you destroy the families? It was HUNDREDS of people! You are far and away the most talented 'wanderer' as you call yourself, why did you kill all those people?"

"Do you think now is the time for empty flattery," I asked while contemplating the demise of the woman in front of me. "Those people are all dead because I warned them and they didn't listen. When I ran, they followed. They threatened me and the woman I was with. I warned them and then I did what I threatened. Are you all that surprised?"

"Not surprised. Amazed. Merely stating the obvious. My thirteen Shadow Assassins have never been beaten, never tied, never tested. Yet you destroyed them all in less than fifteen minutes while protecting the woman you love and never even getting your hair mussed in the process. Never in the Seven Ages has the likes of you ever been." She turned for the first time and locked her eyes into mine.

I could sense her attempting to gain control of my mind and mix with my soul. Her attempts were clumsy and ineffective. To let her know I found her attempted intrusions to be an insult, I crossed the short gap between us with a thought and seized her pleasure zone. I stroked and teased and the waves of pleasure that her physical body responded with took her entirely by surprise.

"Wha...wha...what are you.....you doing.....t t t to me?" she asked through her first orgasm. "How can you be doing this at all?" Her knees buckled and she fell. She landed on her knees with her legs spread and her heels under her ass. Her shoulders slumped forward and her head lolled to the side, like a marionette dropped on the floor. Even though I wasn't controlling her muscles, she hadn't the strength or the will to move her arms. I walked across the room to a brown leather couch and took a seat. As she knelt limp and powerless, arms at her sides, I entered her virgin cunt with a thought.

"Ohhhhh!! OHHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH! My God, what is happening to me? I never saw this at all........ I never knew this could happen...... I never knew I wanted this to happen...... I-I-I I am commmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg!" For the first time in her seven thousand years, Lillian Lazarus tasted earthly pleasure.

After several smaller after shocks, Lillian found the strength to control her limbs again.

"Can I stand up please?" she asked, knowing full well that a being capable of giving her such pleasure could also give her ten-fold in pain. I nodded.

"May I ask you a question?" 

Again I nodded.

"Why do I still exist?" 

An interesting question. Not that it didn't convey a certain logic on her part, but I really hadn't considered that she still existed at all. I was merely toying with her until I decided how best to dispose of her in a punishment to last another Seven Ages.

I shrugged. "I guess because I am not finished with you yet. I am going to ask you a few questions first. It doesn't matter whether you tell me the truth or not. I will know the truth when I hear it."

"First, who am I? Second, why am I?"

She sat in the facing me, crossing her legs and contemplating her answer.

"You are that You are," she finally said, looking pleased with her answer.

"Are you trying to convince me that I am a god? Or THE God? I can assure you that I am not God or even a lesser god. I am just a young man making his way through existence as best I can." I laughed at her obvious misconception.

"I am Lillian Lazarus. I have lived Seven Ages waiting for your return. I am the Alpha. You are the Omega." As she spoke her eyes lost all of their white. Inky black spheres probed at me, attempting to find a way to enter my mind. I gave her a short mental slap on the forehead and her eyes returned to normal.

"You are off your freaking rocker, that's what you are. Seven Ages. Alpha and Omega. I don't know what you are smoking, but I'd take a bowl to go." I laughed at her in ridicule. "Neat trick with the eyes though."

"Sheppard Delgado, you are my other half. I am the Resurrection and you are the Life. Together we will bring and end to the Seventh Age of Mankind and herald the Eighth Age: The Age of Atonement." She was losing control of herself again.

"You are right, I AM Sheppard Delgado. I am a Wanderer, not the end of an Age. I will not be bothered again with the likes of you. Amusing as you are, you are threat to yourself and others. You must no longer be." With that decision made, I reached into her earthly body and tore her soul from its bonds. 

That, I am afraid, was a big mistake.



Wandering Ch. 02



I will confess that I pulled my socks off while she was kissing me simply because I have a thing about sex with socks on; it isn't cool. I began to use my tongue, lips and occasionally teeth to work my way south toward the magic delta. I was following a well trod path. Start with the breasts, move to the navel and then to the pussy. Make her happy and horny at the same time and then make sure she gets exactly what she wants. Unless the woman is unusually aroused, she'll know what to expect and if you're any good at all, she'll be a happy partner.

Well, some days, things don't go exactly as planned. Little Glynnis had other ideas. With a strength I didn't expect, she pushed me off her before I even got to her navel and jumped on top of me. 

"I like to be on top when I get eaten." she said simply. "Then I like to get you ready and then ... well ... you'll find out." she grinned.

"You realize you're upsetting a time tested formula, don't you?" I stated.

"It's my pussy and I decide how it gets looked after." she said with a mock serious look. Then she smiled that lovely smile. "Relax Lee. I've never been with an experienced older man. I'm really looking forward to this. I'll tell you what I like and you can teach me what you know that I don't." 

It all seemed so simple ... except ... I wasn't sure I knew anything she didn't know. In fact, I'm not sure she didn't already know more than I new. I guess I was going to find out. I reached over to the nightstand and removed a condom from the drawer. I had taken the precaution of buying some while I was on my walk that afternoon. I knew I wasn't going to make Glynnis pregnant, but she might feel more secure if I used one.

"Do you want me to use this?" I asked.

"Do you need to?" she replied.

"Not that I know of. I was just giving you a choice."

"I prefer the real thing. I'm on the pill, so unless you have something I don't want ...?" her voice trailed off.

"Nope ... I'm pretty much a straight arrow. I haven't been with a lot of women." I didn't lie. I just didn't specify a number.

"Fine ... we don't need it. I want the real thing." she said as she began to rub her mons into my abdomen while we talked.

"OK, little lady. You're in charge of me. Tell what you want and I'll make sure you get it." I said in moment of foolish bravery. 

"Now you're talking. How 'bout you get my motor runnin' with a little tongue work." she suggested as she began to move up my chest.

There wasn't any point in replying. I grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her all the way forward and began to dine on her juicy lips and thighs. She was already hot and very wet. I was tasting another new flavor and she was delicious. In fact, in my limited experience, I hadn't had a bad tasting experience yet. She had leaned forward and her hands were now wrapped around the top of the headboard and she was using that to steady herself as I began to work on her pussy.

It didn't take long to discover that she enjoyed oral sex just as much as Constance did. I couldn't see what was happening, but her thighs were clamping along side my head and she was almost dancing on my tongue. The good news was I hadn't even touched her clitoris yet, so there was more to come. She wasn't making any noises that I could hear, but the muscle spasms she was experiencing was the sign that I was making my actions count.

I guess I'd been working on her for almost five minutes when I decided to see what happened when I upped the ante. I pushed her ass up a bit so I could get a good look at her pussy and I could see she had a very small clit and it was tucked back under its hood a bit despite my efforts so far. I reached around and with my forefinger and guessing where the exact location of the little appendage was, I gently stroked the area, moving up in a slow, deliberate motion. I had found Cape Canaveral.

I heard an audible gasp and then she rose as if to escape the touch of my finger. I had no intention of stopping and I was immediately rewarded with her hand moving down to cover mine and pushing it hard against her in a rapid motion. In the meantime, her body was jerking around in a random pattern that made any contact with my mouth strictly a hit or miss proposition. I now had her undivided attention. I brought my other hand around and began to probe her anus.

It was something that Constance had shown me and she said it had really enhanced the erotic sensations when I was eating her. I was now certain that Glynnis was getting the same sensations as well. She still wasn't very vocal, but her breathing and physical response was all the information I needed. I pushed my finger in further and she instantly came. I was welcomed with a face full of her fluids and a mournful, low howl of what I took to be approval. 

"Oh fuck! That was amazing." she gasped. "Where did you learn that?" 

"Oh ... a gentleman never tells." I answered smugly. 

"God, if that's what a finger feels like, what would a cock feel like?" she wondered aloud.

"Only one way to find out." I said with a bravado I didn't really feel. I had never had anal sex in my life and I had no idea how to go about initiating it other than what I had read in erotic literature. Lots of lube and go slow. Not much of a how-to manual, I thought.

"Jesus, Lee. Do you think I can try it with you?" she asked tentatively.

"Well, we'll see. There's no rush and I don't want to hurt you. It's not for everyone." I rationalized.

"Yah ... well ... let's see how it goes ... OK? Maybe later." She didn't sound very sure of herself and that was OK with me. I wasn't anxious to demonstrate my lack of skill and maybe hurt her as well.

We lay beside each other for a few minutes as she came down from her orgasm. We didn't talk. I just stroked her lovely body; paying special attention to those magnificent breasts and her lovely ass. 

"Are you a one hit wonder?" she finally asked.

"What does that mean?" I asked, a bit put out by what I thought she might mean.

"I mean, are you good for just one shot and then just roll over and go to sleep?" It was obviously a serious question and I answered it as such.

"No ... especially if the lady would like to continue." I answered truthfully.

"Good." She was obviously thinking about something. "Most of the guys around here are the 'wham bam' boys. In quick, off quick and gone quick." She wasn't saying it with any hint of humor.

"That's too bad. That's very unfair. Many women need time to reach orgasm. Sadly, a lot of guys don't get it." I said sincerely.

Glynnis looked at me and then leaned toward me and kissed me gently. "You're not like any of those guys. You're so much more mature and ... caring. I feel really safe with you ... but ... I also feel like I can explore myself with you. You know ... try different things and you wouldn't hurt me or ... laugh at me." 

I smiled at her and kissed her back. "Thank you for your trust. I'm not Superman. I'm just a guy that really loves being with you. I want to make you happy. All you have to do is tell me what makes you happy." I said as sincerely as I could.

"What makes me happy is you fucking me ... now!" she said without a second's hesitation. 

I smiled at the crude but honest answer and rolled toward her. I was about to mount her when I changed my mind. 

"Want to go for a ride on your new stallion?" I asked, grinning.

"Yes please." she smiled back.

"I'll need you to help get the horse ready." I said cryptically.

She reached back to my semi-erect manhood and began to stroke it. She was very good at it and it wasn't long before I was back to full strength.

"You're ready, cowboy." she giggled.

"Well saddle up, pilgrim." I said in my best John Wayne voice.

She did. I reached for her pussy and it was still very wet and well lubricated. I pulled her up and over my erection while she grasped it; aiming it for her hot tunnel and then began to lower herself. I watched her face. She wasn't a vocal person and you had to listen carefully for the signals and messages she was sending. It was more often in her facial expressions and body language and that meant I had to pay close attention if I wanted to give this lovely young women the full benefit of the occasion. I paid very close attention.

I let her lead. She started slowly, almost gliding up and down on my shaft with her eyes partly closed and her head turned to one side. She maintained that pace for a few minutes; clearly not in any hurry and for that matter, neither was I. The first change I noticed was her head had started to move around and her eyes were now closed. She was in her own little world and soon that world was going to change. I could feel her vaginal muscles begin to pulse on my cock and she leaned forward, putting her hands on my shoulders. 

Her fabulous breasts were now within easy reach and I cradled them in my palms, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. I was doing whatever I could to enhance the erotic experience for her. It must have had a positive effect as her rhythm increased and her eyes opened, gazing down into mine. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me in a look of total satisfaction. She leaned further forward and kissed me and then pushed her self back up and closed her eyes again. The end was near.

She had once again increased her pace and as she did, I removed my right hand from her breast and again, using my forefinger, I sought her hidden clitoris and began to stroke it in time with her movements. She reacted immediately and her pace became erratic and she had obviously lost her concentration. She was on the edge of her orgasm and I was doing whatever I could think of to help her along. 

I began to thrust up into her and that was the final trigger as she opened her mouth and gasped for air as the spasms overtook her body. She continued to ride my cock but she was clearly out of control; overwhelmed by the climax. I gripped her hips to hold her in place and she froze for a moment before going limp and sinking into my arms. During the whole experience, she hadn't said a word or even exclaimed a grunt or groan. It was a completely new experience for me, but I was happy she had found her destination on this journey.

I had not come. That was unusual and I didn't know exactly why, but I guessed that it was because I was so focused on her and her pleasure that I hadn't really been conscious of my own contribution. I smiled to myself and hugged her to me as her breathing began to return to normal.

"Oh Lee ... that was sooooo good." she finally said quietly. "I could get addicted to that."

"Just rest and we can play some more later." I said equally quietly.

"Hmmmm ... sounds good." she said lazily; her head on my chest and her hands still on my shoulders. 

We stayed that way for quite a while. After a few minutes, I thought she had fallen asleep, but I was wrong.

"You didn't finish ... did you?" she suddenly asked; almost alarmed.

"Just saving up for round two." I said jokingly.

"How many rounds are there?" she asked as her head popped up and she looked at me with a grin.

"How many would you like?"

"About a thousand like that one."

"Hmmmm ... that might challenge me."

"OK then, how about ....three." she said with an expectant look.

"I think that's within the range of possibility." I answered in a smart-aleck tone. "Any special requests?" 

"Oh ... I like doggie." she said tentatively.

"You don't sound sure." I said with concern.

"Some guys think it's kind of ... slutty." she said in a soft voice.

"Some guys are full of it. If it gives you pleasure and doesn't cause you pain or humiliate you ... then why would it be slutty?" I demanded.

"I'm glad you think that way. I like it. I really get off on it." she confessed.

"Do you want to save that for last?" I asked grinning.

"Yah ... that would be perfect. But, what do you want to do next?" he asked, definitely curious.

"Well let's see ... we could do reverse cowgirl." I suggested.

"What's that?" she asked innocently.

"Just like the last time except you face the other way."

"What else?" She was paying very close attention now.

"Let me think ... Hmmmm ... there's the Pile Driver ... some call it the Jackhammer. That's when you put your thighs on my shoulders and I rise up and I come down straight into you. It's a great way to finish." I offered.

"Wow ... there's a lot I have to try." she said sincerely.

I thought for a moment and then tried another tack. "Have you ever done a sixty-nine?" I asked cautiously.

"No ... most guys don't want to ... you know."

"No ... what do most guys not want to do?"

"You know ... eat me. I really love it, but a lot of guys won't do it. They're all hot to get their blow jobs, but not so much for my fun." she said disgustedly.

"Well, I think I've already demonstrated I'm not like most guys." I said confidently.

"Yah ... you've done that all right."

"Tell you what ... I'm going to show you what the Pile Driver is and then you can revive me when we do a sixty-nine. OK?"

"You get the best ideas, Lee. I wish you were around here all the time." she said with a smile.

"Don't think I'm not tempted." I laughed. 

I rolled her over on her back and moved down the bed a bit, pushing my arms underneath her thighs and slowly lifting them. She quickly understood to allow her body to bend and her legs to spread in a wide V. I rose above her and aimed my once again rigid manhood at her, stroking it over her labia and making sure she was well lubricated. Slowly, I began to press down into her and I heard her grunt as she realized how tight this position made her. 

I still hadn't come yet and I was surprised as well as pleased. I meant that the night was far from over and if Glynnis's curiosity was any indicator, I might extend my new-found repertoire to even more experiences for the young lady. In the meantime, I was pushing almost vertically into her. My hands were beside her head and I began to increase my pace. I pushed a bit from side to side to see if I could make her breasts move in a rhythmic fashion, but I failed. It was like learning how to use a hula hoop. Some people just never got it and I was one of those.

The good news was that her big boomers were dancing all over the place; just as they had when she was riding me. They had a life of their own and I found it very erotic to watch them. I was certain this time that I would fill her lovely pussy with my semen and I just hoped she got something from it as well. I pushed myself up a notch and tried to rub on her clit with my shaft but I was doubtful it had made contact. Glynnis, for her part, was smiling up at me and clearly enjoying the ride. 

When I was younger and just beginning my sexual adventures with women, I had a problem with premature ejaculation. Nothing is more frustrating for a guy than not being able to satisfy his girl because he's finished before she's even started. It took me a long time to work that problem out and gradually I became better. Tonight, however, was one for the books. I felt like I was good to go for an unlimited amount of time. I had never felt this confident before, although my time with Constance certainly helped. I was starting to think I was invincible when that old feeling began in my scrotum and groin. 

"I'm coming soon, Glyn." I gasped.

"Go for it, Lee. Drive me hard, big guy." She was smiling and her eyes were big. I wasn't sure, but she might have been approaching an orgasm too.

I put my all into it; or more properly, into her. I was hammering in and out as fast as I was able and then; with just a couple of seconds warning, I let go.

"Ahhhhh ... Glyn ... I'm commmming." It was almost painful and I began to relax a bit with the pressure on Glynnis's thighs. I was sweating and drops of perspiration were falling on her belly and thighs. Finally, I backed off and pulled her legs down to the bed. I looked at her and wondered if she had made it too. I was so wrapped up in my own little world, I didn't notice her reaction or expression. My cock slipped slowly out of her vagina and it was followed by a small amount of semen. Oh Oh! The dreaded wet spot syndrome. 

"Oh Lee. You are good. You are very good." she enthused.

"I gather you found that satisfactory?" I enquired in a cheeky voice that hid my uncertainty of just how much she had received from that move.

"It was faaaannnn ... tastic!" I was sure she wasn't trying to fool me. I was beginning to pat myself on the back for my performance.

We were back to lying on our sides, facing each other and I went back to stroking her lovely body. 

"Maybe you are Superman." she said finally.

"Naw ... just Clark Kent with lessons." I grinned.

We gazed into each other's eyes and I moved my hand to her face, cupping it tenderly. "Are you OK? I mean, are you feeling OK?" I asked sincerely.

"Oh ... I'm way better than OK. Way, way better." she smiled.

"I have to confess ... I was out in space on that last one. I didn't have any idea of where you were ... I mean ... I didn't know if you had gone with me or not." I confessed.

"Oh yah. I was with you all the way. All the way." she smiled. She reached down for my now soft and sticky cock and grasped it; squeezing it slowly. "Looks like we're headed for the big finale." she said.

"There's no rush. We have lots of time. We can save some for tomorrow if you like." I offered.

"Unh Uh. You promised me three and I've only had two plus the lovely tongue job. I can't possibly complain," she said with a smile. "but three is three." She was faking a pout.

"Well then... I guess I have to keep my promise. First, though, I need a rescue. Would you be in favor of that sixty-nine now?"

"Oh yes. Very much in favor." she enthused.

She was too. She told me earlier she liked to be on top, but the truth was, she just loved being eaten and whether it was up, down, sideways or inside out, she was fine with it. As it turned out, we tried them all. In addition, she had good skills that she plied on my cock. Perhaps not as fabulous as Constance, but very good just the same.

I held off pushing her off the cliff until I was sure she had gotten everything she could possibly have wanted and then I cut her loose. One finger on the clit, a tongue in the tunnel and another finger in her ass and she was done for. 

It took her a couple of extra minutes to come down from that one and I was busy congratulating myself on how clever I was when she turned to me. 

"Marry me Lee."

"Huh!" I said, intelligently.

"Marry me. We're perfect together. I would love to have your kids. We could have three or four ... no problem."

It all sounded so simple. So logical. So ... fucking idiotic. It was time to scramble. I had a linebacker and a tackle bearing down on me and I needed to get out of this mess.

"Uh ... Glynnis ... uh ... look ... I'm sorry, but ... uh ... I'm ... uh ... too old for you." I finally blurted.

"No you're not. You're just in your prime and I'm in my best child bearing years." she said seriously.

It was time to bring my fast thinking skills to bear. To bad I didn't have any. I was really stressed to find an answer that didn't hurt Glynnis but didn't commit me to another marriage and another mistake. Good sex did not necessarily make a good marriage.

"Look ... Glynnis ... I've been married. I know what it's about and I know what makes it work and what doesn't. You have to trust me ... we aren't right for each other. You are fresh and young and vibrant and you have so many opportunities in front of you." I was going to need a shovel if I didn't quit spewing the bullshit. 

"Lee, I've got one chance in this town. Only one. If I don't make it with him, I'm fucked." she said sadly.

"So, there is a guy. Someone special that you really want?" I asked carefully.




Wandering Ch. 02



"Yah. Up 'till now I've been trying out every eligible single guy in town and I don't think he even knows I'm alive. I got one shot left." It was obvious that she was frustrated and unhappy with her lot in Cranbrook and was looking for a quick fix. I was that fix, in her mind.

"Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm not your guy." I said as kindly as I could.

"I know. I know. It's just that ... you treated me so well and the sex was so good. I thought maybe that you might ... " She never finished the thought.

"I'm sorry, Glynnis. You are a beautiful woman and an amazing bed partner. But ... well ... I'm still working on my rehab. I'm not ready for another commitment. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

"Don't be Lee. Besides ... you still owe me a big finish ... remember? Arf! Arf!" she laughed.

I was back to breathing again. She had regained her sense of humor and it was time for that 'big finish'. I had shrunk to a mere shadow of myself and needed to be rejuvenated. Happily, Glynnis saw that too and went to work enthusiastically with her mouth. It didn't take very long for her to bring me back to life and once she had, I used my fingers to create the lubricant she needed. That didn't take very long either. Despite all the activity that evening, we both were ready for more.

She moved in front of me on her hands and knees and I moved behind her, lining my cock up with her well used pussy. It didn't take very long to find the opening and begin my assault. I moved slowly and carefully to make sure she wasn't in any discomfort. Within a minute, I was beginning to enter her and she was beginning to push back onto me and we were on our way.

Like Constance, she was more in the mood for aggressive sex when we did doggie and she was banging back on me as hard as I was banging into her. Again, I was surprised at how I was able to hold back on my finish. If I could figure out what it was that caused this, I would use it every time. As it was, we were pounding away on each other with furious abandon and finally I could feel Glynnis start to lose her rhythm and erratically grip me with her internal muscles. All that did was make me ready to finish too. 

We didn't come together. Glynnis came first and it was a beauty. She twisted and turned and her head flopped all over the place, but still, she didn't cry out. I was happy that she had achieved another climax and with that sense of relief, I came too. It wasn't the mind blower that I had experienced earlier, but it was just fine; thank you very much.

As we lay in the afterglow, Glynnis turned to me and kissed me very passionately. 

"That may be the best night of sex any woman could possibly have." she said sincerely.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm just happy I was here to share it with you." I meant what I said. She was a beautiful and dynamic woman. I was almost sorry I wasn't going to marry her. 

"Well we've still got tomorrow, anyway." she said, looking at me with soulful eyes. 

"Are you going to stay tonight. Do I get to wake up with you in the morning?" I asked.

"No ... sorry. I have to change and get to work early." she said apologetically. "I'd love to wake up with you next to me." she said in a wistful tone.

"Dinner tomorrow and then dancing?" I asked tentatively. 

"Yup." 

"Good ... how about Florio's? I hear the food is great and the family that runs it is very nice." I smiled.

"Oh ... OK." she grinned. "Meet you there at seven?"

"See you then."

-0-

Glynnis was the polar opposite to Constance in every respect except one; she was great in bed. I was once again reminded that this was day five of my sojourn and I had been gifted with five remarkable nights of loving. I had continued on my exploration of myself and I found I was continuing to evolve as a man. I had stopped feeling sorry for myself and was, if anything, gaining a sense of confidence about my relationships with women. So what if they had virtually dropped themselves into my bed. They didn't do that to every guy who came to town. I had something that made me attractive to them and I was intrigued with the idea of finding out what it was. In the meantime, there was Glynnis and tomorrow night. I was counting on those two little bruises on my abdomen from her fabulous nipples.



Wandering Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Sophia

This is chapter 3 in the continuing saga of newly divorced Lee Stephenson as he travels around, looking for a better life. So far, he has found two exciting women to show him what might be in his future. 

*

Glynnis and I had another lovely dinner at her parent's restaurant, Florio's. This time, she recommended the special, Chicken Marsala, and the choice was, as it had been the night before, perfection. We shared a half litre of Pinot Grigio and continued our conversations from the previous day. I probed gently on who the mystery man might be, but she remained tight-lipped. She talked a bit about her older brother, Tony, telling me about his success in computer software development in the "big city"; Vancouver. They were very close and I got the impression that Tony was her guardian when she was younger and that she missed him a great deal since he had moved away.

I had formed the opinion that Glynnis was a very bright and talented young lady with a lot to offer someone who could handle the special needs she would bring with her. She was clearly a very sexual woman and would need a man who could complement her desires. But she also had a serious, business side and she would also need a man who could match her ambition; her desire to succeed. It was going to take a special guy to be "Mr. Right" and I was wondering if such a man was living in Cranbrook and was still single.

Shortly after nine, we walked over to the Crowsnest Club and entered. It was just getting going and the noise level wasn't yet at the eardrum bursting stage. The music was largely contemporary pop and at least I could recognize most of it. A disc jockey was playing the music without comment but at this early stage, no one was up dancing and the crowd was pretty thin. I walked to the bar and order each of us a drink and returned to our little table.

We sat and talked for a few minutes as we sipped our drinks and then, I decided that I needed something to occupy our time and I asked Glynnis to dance. We shuffled our way through a few fast numbers and I managed not to embarrass myself too badly. Almost as soon as we took the floor, several other couples joined us and I was grateful we weren't alone. After the fast numbers came some slow tunes and I was happy to pull Glynnis to me and hold her closely as we danced together. We might have been a bit of a misfit with our height difference, but I really didn't care. She looked beautiful this evening in a more demure outfit of pale blue blouse, navy blue skirt and more sensible low heels in patent black for dancing. Unlike last night, she was wearing both stockings and a bra and when I stopped to think about it, she was very conservatively dressed.

By ten I noticed the crowd had grown substantially as had the noise. We were sitting at our table not trying to talk over the music when I noticed a table with three guys on the other side of the room. Actually, I noticed one of the three guys and he caught my attention because he only seemed to have eyes for Glynnis. He was nursing a beer and looked more like a college student than one of the locals and I was curious who he might be. 

When Glynnis got up to go to the washroom, he watched every step she made until she disappeared down the hallway and his eyes never left that entrance until she reappeared five minutes later. Now I was really interested. There was only one way to find out who he was.

"Glynnis, do you see that table with the tree guys drinking beer right across from us?" I asked when there was a break in the music.

"Yah ... why do you ask?"

"You see the dark haired guy in the glasses with the tan shirt ... do you know him?" I asked casually.

She looked at him carefully and then back at me with a strange expression. "Sure ... that's Peter Barnsley ... why do you ask?" she said with a curious look.

"He's been watching you. In fact, he only has eyes for you, I think." I said provocatively. 

"Are you sure?" she asked carefully.

"Yup ... damn sure." I said without hesitation.

"Really! Are you absolutely sure?" she challenged me.

"Look ... what's the big deal. You're a beautiful woman and he's interested in you. At least he doesn't look like Elmer Fudd." I cracked.

She looked at me with a strange frown and I thought I could hear the gears turning in her head. She was obviously startled by what I had told her.

"I didn't think he even knew I was alive." she said vaguely as she carefully avoided looking across the room.

"So tell me about him." I requested with a hint of insistence.

"He's a friend of my brother, Tony. He lived in Kimberley but he went to school here. He used to get a ride into school with his Dad and then back home with him when his dad finished work. He'd go down to his office and do his homework until his Dad closed up. He was Tony's best friend because they were both 'brainiacs'. He's changed a lot. He's been in Med School since forever." she finished almost absently.

"So why is it such a surprise he's interested in you?" I asked.

"I was just Tony's kid sister. I don't think he even noticed me." she said absently, now looking over to the table of interest.

"Well, I can assure you that's changed. He's definitely noticed you tonight." I said in certainty.

Glynnis turned back toward me and I could clearly see the flushed look on her face and the wide eyed surprise that accompanied it. I had to smile. Was this the mysterious guy she coveted as her 'last chance'. I didn't think so. This seemed to be a complete surprise to her and it had deeply shocked her when she discovered it.

"Don't you think you should go over there and say hi?" I teased.

"Oh god, I couldn't. I mean ... it's been years." She left the thought unfinished. 

"Look, Glynnis ... you know I'm going to be gone in a day or so and you're still going to be here. You have to look past the here and now and think about tomorrow. Maybe there's nothing about Pete Barnsley that will connect with you, but you won't know that unless you try." I was pretty sure that there was something going on with Glynnis that involved Peter and I suspected it went back to her school days and her possible infatuation with this guy. I'd seen it before; the little sister grows up and goes from pest to playmate before you even realize it.

She looked at me again with that questioning gaze. She was unsure of herself and possibly a bit frightened. It didn't seem in character for the woman that had virtually attacked me the night before, but there was no denying her uncertainty.

"Go!" I almost shouted as the music pounded in the background.

She got up very tentatively, watching my face and then slowly turned and weaved through the handful of dancers to the other side of the door. I would have given anything to hear the conversation, but I watched the body language carefully. Peter looked up with a very big smile on his face as she approached and then stood. When was the last time a guy of his age stood when a woman approached his table? He reached out for her and then hugged her closely to himself. I could almost see the breath and tension drain from Glynnis with that simple gesture and a moment later they were talking a mile a minute to each other; oblivious to the other two guys at the table. 

I had to smile. My matchmaking skills had been hidden all these years and then; voila! I leaned back in my chair and let that satisfied feeling wash over me. What the hell; it might have happened anyway, but I was glad I pushed the process. There was only one problem; I had probably just pushed my bed partner off on another guy. At least I didn't feel badly about it. In fact, I felt quite good.

I picked up Glynnis's half full glass of wine and walked carefully across the room to the two reunited friends and placed it on the table in front of them. I don't think they even noticed. I smiled. The two 'spare guys' had moved elsewhere and these two were in a world of their own. I walked over to the bar and ordered another beer.

As I surveyed the room, my eyes fell on a tall, slim, very elegant looking woman of indeterminate age. She was almost as tall as me, I thought. Her long, shining, perfectly straight dark hair fell to the center of her shoulder blades, covering an equally elegant looking burgundy blouse. I couldn't see her face except in extreme profile, but I doubted that it would be a disappointment. She had a European look about her, although I don't know exactly why I thought so. She seemed very out of place in this small town dance hall and I decided to study her before I made any move toward her.

I was watching her and oblivious to what was going on elsewhere when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped at the surprise and turned quickly to find Glynnis looking at me with a flushed face and a giant smile.

"Thanks." was the first thing out of her mouth.

"You're welcome." I replied out of instinct. I quickly gathered my insistence at her approaching Peter Barnsley was being acknowledged. "Looks like you two are getting along well." I finally offered.

"Yah ... really well." she said. 

"I'm glad. I hope it works out for you, Glynnis. I know that's what you want." I said sincerely.

"Yah." She had become a woman of few words in the space of ten minutes. 

I had to laugh. She was hooked and hooked solidly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Good luck."

She turned and kissed my cheek. "I think he's the one." she whispered.

I looked over at soon to be Doctor Peter Barnsley and smiled. I gave him a 'thumbs up' behind Glynnis's back and I saw him visibly relax. It was never a contest.

"Before you go back to your new love, " I laughed. "who's the lady in the burgundy blouse over by the bar?"

She turned and looked over and then turned back. "Oh, you mean Sophia Sekich, the Ice Queen. Now that's a challenge." she laughed. "Sorry, Lee, I gotta go." She was looking anxiously at Pete.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning. Have a great time." I said.

"Thanks again, Lee. You've really been great. I won't forget you. You're probably the second last guy I'll ever make love to." she said with a flounce and a grin. 

I watched her head back and rejoin Pete's table and if she wasn't sitting in his lap, she was damn close. I had a feeling Pete was going to get lucky tonight.

In the meantime, the mysterious Sophia hadn't moved a muscle and continued to sit by herself, watching the dance floor. I guess I had a good dose of self confidence because I couldn't think of a single reason why she wouldn't want to talk to me. I had gotten used to rejection in my teenage years and I figured; what the hell; I could take as well as I could give. What did I have to lose? I got up and wandered over to her table; approaching her from the side so that I wouldn't startle her.

"Good evening, Sophia." I began. The music was between songs and I didn't have to shout to be heard.

She turned slowly and looked at me like I was some kind of creature from the swamp. "How do you know my name?" she asked in a thick, Slavic sounding accent.

"I asked Glynnis Florio and she told me."

She looked over to where Glynnis was sitting and then back at me. Her expression had changed from mild contempt to mild interest. 

"I do not recognize you. Are you new?" she asked, almost politely.

"Sort of. I'm just visiting while my car is being repaired." I was being careful with what I revealed. I was also interested; very interested. As I looked into her eyes, I was conscious of a woman who was as carefully prepared as a runway model. Her makeup, clothes, bearing; even her attitude seemed to project New York, not Cranbrook. I was on high alert and fascinated. She had an almost Cher-like face; long, thin and perfect. Her body almost lacked shape from what I was able to see. It was perfect for a model, but lacked the voluptuous curves that wannabe letches like me admired. No big tits, no big ass ... Hmmmm.

"Sorry, it's very rude of me to stare, but you are very beautiful." I continued. "My name is Lee ... Lee Stephenson." I offered.

She almost smiled and her eyes were appraising me just as I had appraised her. 

She wasn't about to initiate conversation, so I plowed ahead on my own.

"You don't look like you're from around here. More like New York or Paris, I'd say." I was a blatant attempt to flatter her and surprisingly, it seemed to work. She spoke!

"Montreal. I worked there until I came here to join my parents." she offered in a monotone.

"Were you a model?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes ... but I got too old." she said simply.

"That doesn't make sense. You don't look ... I mean ... how old is too old?" I stumbled.

She laughed and for the first time, she looked like she might have a personality. 

"Some days, twenty one is too old. Some days, maybe thirty. It's a hard business. All work ... no play." she said, losing her smile.

"You said you came here to join your parents."

"Yes ... my father was ill. I came to help my mother run their store. He died and now I am here to look after my mother." It was all stated in a matter-of-fact way as if it was exactly what she expected to happen. 

"I'm sorry to hear about your father. You must find it difficult to adapt to this town after Montreal." I suggested.

"Yes and no. I helped my parents when they had a small grocery store in Montreal before I got modeling job. It's not new to me." she said quietly.

"You haven't been here long, have you?"

"No ... just a few weeks. My father died just before I got here. I never got to say goodbye." she said sadly. She looked up at me and I began to think that I had almost pierced that tough exterior. It was a protective shell. It stopped her from being hurt but it didn't always work. The loss of her father obviously hurt far more that the loss of her career. I decided to change the subject.

"Your accent ... where is your family from?" I asked.

"Sarajevo. We left when fighting started. After Olympics, we thought everything would be better but ...not so. Old hatreds, old enemies, friends turn their backs over nothing. It was bad. Papa sold everything and we move to Canada. It was better. I go to French school and then Agency wants me to be model." she continued. 

"How old were you?" I asked, fascinated by her story.

"Fifteen. I was tall for girls in my class. I was lucky. They don't treat me badly. I work hard. Soon, I was making lot of money. Papa look after it for me. I have my picture in catalogues and newspaper and magazines. Then, one day, I am too old. Poof! Not model any more." She was using her hands to express her sudden career end.

"Do you miss it?"

"No ... yes ... sometimes." she actually laughed. "I liked being famous. I liked people who see me and then smile like they know me."

"Any boyfriends?" I asked.

"Some ... not serious. Not any serious one yet." she said, looking directly into my eyes. 

"You are very beautiful. I'm surprised you haven't got a flock of guys surrounding you." I said sincerely.

"I'm spoiled girl; what you call 'high maintenance'." she admitted.

I laughed. "What does a high maintenance girl do for fun in Cranbrook?"

"She wait for cool guy to come along and ask her to dance." she said smiling at me.

I put a checkmark beside my personal score card and once again patted myself on the back. I was invincible. 

"Well, I'm not sure how cool I am, but I'd love to dance with you." I smiled.

She smiled back at me and when I offered my hand, she took it gently and I led her out onto the dance floor. As luck would have it (and brother did I have it), it was a slow, romantic tune and she slipped into my embrace and we began to move. She was as light as a feather and almost fragile. Her build was so slim and willowy and her scent was intoxicating. I don't think I had ever been this close to someone so exotic. I felt like I was on display. I could feel the eyes of all the guys on me. I had melted the Ice Queen. I had status!

"You are very good dancer." she said softly in my ear. We were pressed up against each other and I was being very careful to hold her lightly and feel her moves as we slipped across the floor, lost in the music. 

"I'm inspired by my partner." I whispered back to her. 

I know! I know! It's corny as hell, but it happened to be the truth. This woman was so completely different and seemingly unreachable and yet here I was dancing with her and drawing looks from every guy in the house and quite a few of the girls, too. When you're hot, you're hot!

The D.J. took a break for a few minutes and I offered Sophia a drink and she accepted. I got her a glass of white wine and switched to a red for myself. Somehow, beer didn't seem to be the right thing when you were with a woman like this. She excused herself and headed for the Ladies Room and I sat at my table enjoying the moment. I wasn't alone for long. Glynnis almost ran over to me, sliding to a stop at my table.

"What the hell did you put in her drink?" she questioned, wide eyed.

"Nothing, love. Just my natural charm I guess." I was bragging of course, but enjoying my conquest.

"You just got into the Cranbrook Studs Hall of Fame." she declared. "I guess I should have know if anyone could melt her, you could." she said in admiration.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I suspect her reputation isn't earned. She just takes a little special handling." I suggested.

"Well, whatever. You sure made everyone here sit up and take notice. It looks good on her too."

"Thanks. How are things going with Peter?" I asked.

"Super! I've had a crush on him for years, but I didn't think he would even remember me. I was Tony's little pest sister when he was around. I guess he remembered better than I thought." she grinned, almost giggling.

"I take it then that he isn't 'Mr. Last Chance'?"

"No, but I don't think 'Mr. Last Chance' is going to get the chance." she laughed.

"I'm happy for you Glynnis. I hope it all works out for you. I'll be calling you someday to find out." I promised. 

"Thanks. Oh, here comes Sophia. Good luck." she said as she turned to leave. She didn't make it. Sophia cut her off and reached out for her arm. She leaned in and said a few words into her ear. I wasn't sure what was going to happen until I saw a big smile on Glynnis's face and I decided to relax. Sophia smiled at Glynnis as the two of them looked over at me and a moment later the lithe beauty headed back to our table. I stood up and held out my hand. She took it as I held her chair for her. It seems my manners were improving as I began to read Sophia better. High maintenance meant she had high expectations of her escorts and I wanted to show her I understood that.

As she sat down, I was aware that somehow we were closer to each other. I could pick up the delightful scent of her perfume and I had a hard time not staring at her. She was almost impossible to ignore. She commanded my attention and I was happy to provide it. I think she expected that. She wasn't disconcerted by my unconcealed admiration and in an emboldened moment, I reached for her hand. She allowed me to take it and I held it below the table on my leg. Sophia looked down at her hand and then up at me and smiled; squeezing my hand lightly. 

"Dance?" I asked as a slower tune came on.

She nodded and smiled her acceptance and I held her chair as she rose. She was a woman of few words, but nonetheless, I was having no trouble understanding her. I began to plot the rest of my evening with this unique lady. I wondered if we would consummate this lovely affair, but to be truthful, it didn't matter as much as I thought it would. I had already achieved a measure of fame and anything more would be icing on the cake. Mind you, I do like icing.

We danced and I talked and she smiled and said a few words and I reminded myself how much I was enjoying this. My High School skills had been at work and I determined that she was wearing a bra and of course, the lovely burgundy blouse buttoned up the front. Her skirt was black leather, falling well below her knees, the texture and colour matching her shoes. Simple observation told me that it had a side zipper. I was fascinated with what her body would look like naked and I tried to imagine, but I was having trouble. Not enough experience, I guess. I was also wondering what she would be like as a lover. Would she be active or passive, loud or quiet, orgasmic or ... what?




Wandering Ch. 03



We continued to dance and then rest, dance some more and then sit and enjoy each other's company without many words being exchanged. Finally, I took a chance and as she leaned toward me to hear what I might say, I kissed her cheek. She turned toward me and her eyes narrowed. For a moment, I thought I was in trouble, but that thought was erased when she kissed my lips and I felt the slight probe of her tongue. It was time for a decision.

"Your place or mine?" I asked quietly. Now, I realize I've used this line before, but let's face it; whatever works; right? And low and behold, it didn't fail me.

"Mine." she whispered. 

I didn't need any more encouragement. I stood, took her hand and held the back of her chair as she rose. We headed for the coatroom holding hands and with a couple of dollars in the tip jar, we were on our way. I led her to my car and held the door for her as she slipped into the seat and looked up at me with a smile. She couldn't have done anything more to make me feel as good about this. She gave me directions to her place and we drove off.

Sophia lived in a small duplex on the outside of town, very close to where Straker's B & B was. She unlocked the door and turned on a small table lamp as we entered. She closed the door and remembering my manners, I helped her with her coat and hung it in the front closet with my own. I turned to her and waited for her to make the first move.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked with a smile. 

"Not unless you would. I'm happy just to be with you." I said quietly.

She smiled and I was struck by how enigmatic it was. It gave away nothing and I had to remind myself to be patient. I really did not know what to expect. 

She walked the two or three steps toward me and her arms circled my neck. She might have been staring me down, but I let that happen as she finally closed her eyes and began to kiss me. It was a soft and yet passionate kiss with her tongue flicking back and forth between my lips. I opened my mouth and she pushed her tongue a bit further into me. I was caressing her body as she concentrated on the kiss. Finally, we parted and she looked at me with a slight smile.

"Glynnis tells me you are a very accomplished lover." she said unexpectedly.

"Glynnis is very generous." I offered quickly after being caught off guard.

"You did not know we are friends?" she asked.

"No, I didn't." I said with genuine surprise.

"Come with me, Mr. Steyfanson." she commanded gently as she led me down the hallway. I kind of liked the European interpretation of my last name. She led me down the hall toward one of the two bedrooms. We entered the one on the left as the door on the right was closed. As we passed it, I was almost sure I could see light coming from under the door. I followed her into the softly lit room, admiring her almost effortless stroll. Once a model, always a model, I thought.

Her bedroom was very austere; not what I had expected. It had a queen size bed with a simple cherry wood headboard and footboard and a pair of simple but quality cherry night tables. A matching dresser flanked the inside wall while a full length mirror was mounted on the closet door. The curtains over a window were drawn closed and they fell almost to the floor. There were no paintings or pictures on the wall and the only pictures on the dresser were of a younger Sophia and another woman who was obviously her mother. I could instantly see that she was an older version of her beautiful daughter and very lovely in her own right. I turned to Sophia and moved toward her. She turned away from me, but was offering herself for me to undress her from behind. 

I reached for the buttons on her blouse and they almost fell from their eyes. I pulled it gently from her shoulders and revealed her lovely upper body. Her brassiere was a dark red and captured two small teacup sized breasts. I easily removed the bra and was struck by how perfect her breasts were; almost like sculptures, except they were warm flesh and blood and exquisite in both shape and texture. I palmed them gently for a few moments as I contemplated my next step. 

Sophia had closed her eyes and tilted her head back beside mine as I lightly stroked my fingers over her now erect nipples. I took the opportunity to kiss her cheek and nibble on her ear. I was taking this very slowly and I wondered if I wasn't going too slowly for her. I reached for the zipper on her skirt and after undoing the top button, I lowered the zipper and pushed it down with my hands on each side of her slender hips. She playfully swayed as I pushed the skirt away and then stepped carefully out of it, having already removed her shoes. She wasn't wearing stockings. Her panties were the same dark red as the bra and I left them for now. It was my turn.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face me again. Her eyes had remained closed as I had stroked her breasts but they were open now and she was looking searchingly into my eyes. I smiled at her, hopefully giving her confidence that we would soon enjoy our union, but first, there was the matter of my clothes. I began to pull my shirt out of my pants and she reached for my buttons to help me. I unbuckled my belt and began to undo my pant's zipper and step out of them while she finished with my shirt. In less than a minute, we were facing each other wearing only our underwear and she led me to the bed and sat on the edge facing me.

I lay on the bed and pulled Sophia down in my arms. I began to kiss and fondle and nibble and pinch and generally make love to this slender beauty. Her hand had gone to my cock and had softly gripped it and began stroking me to erection. Amazingly, I had not been in a state of arousal and it was another phenomenon that I hadn't experienced before. It didn't bother me since she had quickly corrected that condition, but just the same, it was another new thing to ponder in my new world. I pushed the thought out of my mind and got on with my responsibilities.

I slipped to the floor on my knees and began to remove her panties. I was in for another surprise. For the first time I encountered a completely hairless pussy. I had never seen one before up close and it was both exotic and erotic. It suited this woman perfectly. I should have expected it I suppose, but it I didn't. I gazed at it and then looked up at Sophia's face. She was watching me expectantly. I smiled and bent to my task. I started to stroke the entire length of her pink slit with the top of my tongue, travelling as far down as the perineum and slowing drawing it up to just short of where her clit would be. I spent more than a couple of minutes preparing her for my next touch.

I brought my arms around her lovely, slim thighs and my fingertips stroked her hairless mons. She was moving slightly under my tongue and I lifted my head and my fingers moved to her sex and gently parted her lips. Like everything else about her, it revealed more perfection. I could also see that her clit was prominent and I was ready to move to that target when I resumed my worship of her magnificent body. She may not have been my ideal woman in shape, but she was like a fine piece of jewelry; you could only admire the beauty of design.

I resumed my tongue work and this time I allowed it to travel all the way to the clitoris and I got the immediate response I was hoping for. Her body arched and I heard a gasp as she reacted to the touch on her sensitive nub. I went back to it again and again and each time I was rewarded with her reaction. I looked up briefly and saw that her eyes were closed and her body rigid in expectation; her hands tightly gripping the sheets by her side. I decided to take her all the way if I could and I stayed with a steady but irregular stroke on her labia and clit. It didn't take her very long to reach her release and I heard as well as felt it expressed by her whimpering cry and her rigid torso.

I crawled up on the bed and lay beside Sophia as she came down from her orgasm. She had turned her head toward me and her eyes were blinking as she stared at me. I touched her cheek with my fingertips and she smiled and reached for me. She was obviously pleased with my beginning and soon she was fondling my semi erect cock and bringing it up to full potential. There was no doubt what was expected next. 

I rolled over on top of her, carefully spreading her legs as I prepared to enter her. We were both very ready and I aimed my rigid cock at the now obvious entrance and pushed slowly but steadily forward for a couple of inches. She seemed tight, but was reaching for my hips to pull me in. I took that as an invitation and I continued to push steadily until I was finally touching bottom. Sophia was tense, but it seemed to be with expectation rather than concern. 

I began to move, very slightly and slowly at first, but gaining a bit of distance on my stroke as I watched her carefully. Her reaction was positive. She was smiling slightly and her hips were moving with me. We were on our way. It wasn't that long before we were really humming. I had that invincible feeling back again and I wasn't worried about it coming to a premature end. I just let it all hang out and we were really rockin' and rollin'. 

Like Glynnis, Sophia wasn't verbally expressive but I didn't have any doubt that she was with me all the way and she was enjoying herself. I just kept plowing into her and she just kept banging back at me and we were definitely headed for a big finish. I could feel the beginning of the end and I hoped that Sophia would be right there with me. It was time to warn her. 

"I'm getting close ... Sophia." I gasped.

She reached up with her hands and grasped my head, covering my ears. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing as heavily as I was. The end was pretty close for both of us and it turned out she was going to finish first as she clamped onto my head by the ears, shut her eyes and arched her back; all the while holding her breath. Suddenly, she let go; her breath whooshing out of her and her body slamming back onto the bed. I wasn't far behind and within a few seconds, I let go and splashed my semen into her in four strong pulses. 

I lay beside her, face down in the pillow for a couple of minutes while I regained my breath. It had been an almost frantic session that I hadn't experienced nor did I expect from this otherwise quiet woman. What is it they say about the quiet ones. 'Ice Queen' my ass! She had just worn me out. Both of us looked whipped and when she turned out the light, I snuggled up against her, holding her close to me. She was obviously inviting me to stay for the night and I wouldn't think of turning her down. 

One side of my ass was parked over the wet spot but it didn't really bother me. Once again I praised whatever god was looking after me. It was another spectacular night with another spectacular woman. I was almost afraid to pinch myself to see if it was real. It wasn't very long before I had drifted off to sleep; probably only seconds after Sophia had.

Sometime, in the middle of the night, I awoke to the strangest feeling. It was pitch black and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, but something felt very different. It took me a moment or two to get my brain in gear and assess what was happening and then, when I did, I still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. I had my arm over Sophia, cupping a breast with one hand and the back of my other hand was snug against her ass. So far so good.

The confusing part was the feel of a pair of breasts sticking into my back, the feel of another female body curled around my backside and a warm, soft hand stroking my cock. That's just too many body parts I figured, even in my partly conscious state. It finally came to me that we had a new partner in bed and I was about to say something when Sophia rolled toward me and kissed me.

"I will come back later. Enjoy yourself and treat Momma like you treat me." she whispered.

Holy shit! Her mother had climbed into bed with us and was all set for me to screw her and on top of that, it was OK with her daughter. What kind of a fucked up family was this? In the meantime, Momma was working my cock over pretty good and I was getting hard again and after all, I really should be a gentleman and accept the hospitality of the hostess. So ... aw, what the hell!

I rolled over toward my new partner and began to explore her body in the dark. I had only just got started when I realized I had forgotten my manners.

"Hello ... my name is Lee." I said softly.

"Anna ... nice to meet you." she said and I could almost detect a smile in her voice.

I had to laugh. This was truly bizarre. First I screw the daughter, then Momma wants in on the action. Oh well ... if I have to, I have to. I slipped my hand down to her thighs and she willingly parted them. Unlike her daughter, Anna had what felt like a normal complement of hair on her pussy. I couldn't have cared less. I pulled her to me and kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips and she willingly opened her mouth to accept me. I was stroking her sex with my fingers as we kissed and not knowing what she was expecting, I thought I would use the time honored order of things; work my way south before I explored the tunnel of love.

It seemed to meet with Anna's approval, but then, when I thought about it, I wondered if she had enjoyed any sex since the illness and death of her husband. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to make this special for her. I was wide awake now and I had a responsibility to fulfill. I had never met the woman but my memory conjured up an image based on the photograph on Sophia's dresser. My exploration of her body had told me two things; her breasts were considerably larger than her daughters' and her hips were wider, leading to a more fulsome backside. It was a nice change and another new experience.

There was another difference between the two women. Anna was vocal. Very vocal! As I sucked and licked and nipped and pinched her nipples and aureoles, she told me very clearly she was enjoying the attention I was paying to them. So ... I paid extra attention to them before I started down toward her navel. She wasn't expecting that and she jumped when I stuck my tongue in her belly button cavity and swirled it around. She squealed her delight and squirmed under my ticklish torture, but she made no attempt to put a stop to it. 

I was pretty sure Sophia could hear us; or at least her mother. I smiled at the thought and wondered what other sounds I could extract from this expressive mature woman. As I reached her pussy, I could smell her arousal and I was anxious to experience yet another new taste in this smorgasbord of females I had encountered in the last week. Each had been unique and each had been delightful in their own way. Anna was no exception. 

I did what I always do; I started slowly and ignored the clitoris until I had established my partner's arousal. Anna continued to verbally respond and I think, encourage me. I think so, but she was speaking her native language and I couldn't understand a word, although I could clearly understand the exclamation points. She was saying 'Ya' a lot, so I assumed I was doing OK. Finally, I thought I would move the process along and I pushed a finger into her vagina and began to stroke her. Again, her response was immediate and approving. I added a second finger and went searching the roof of her vagina for the G spot. I must have found it because she told me so ... I think. Anyway, she was dancing on the end of my fingers and I was happy with her undoubted pleasure.

I was enjoying myself and the only thing that would have been better would be a bit of light so that I could see my lover's face and read the reactions and emotions she was experiencing. Ah well, you can't have everything. It left a bit of mystery about Anna; something yet to discover, I thought. I withdrew my fingers and tasted the nectar of this wonderfully mature goddess. It was time to move to enter her and complete this union.

I moved up over her and she immediately grasped my erection to me guide properly in the darkness. I entered her and slipped effortlessly in all the way to my groin. She was very well lubricated and I wasted no time in beginning my stroke. She became quite animated almost immediately and I could only assume she hadn't had a man inside her for quite some time. She was almost desperate in her actions and she clamped onto my ass with both hands, urging me farther into her than I could possibly go. I needed to find a better solution for her and in a moment of inspiration, I pulled out of her.

I heard her gasp of shock when I left her, but quickly showed her I wanted her to turn over and she immediately turned and anticipating my intention, stuck her lovely ass up in the air and was on her knees awaiting my entry. I moved forward until I found her saturated pussy with my hand and then carefully guided my cock into her. I knew she would be getting more of me and in addition, I would be able to massage her clit as I stroked into her. It was the perfect storm for Anna and she exploded into action as I drove strongly into her and my fingertip touched and then massaged her clit. She just went wild.

I'm sure the neighbors must have heard her howl; not to mention her daughter. I have to admit, I love making love to a woman who holds nothing back and tells you exactly how she feels about your performance. I didn't have to speak her native tongue to know I had hit the jackpot. I just flat out fucked her silly. I didn't need to last very long, but since I had already unloaded into her daughter, I was going to last for a little while anyway. 

It ended the way you would expect. She had one big, volcanic orgasm and she announced it to all the world before collapsing on the bed in what I assumed was exhaustion. I didn't finish, but I didn't really care. I was more interested in satisfying this sex starved woman and hoping it was what she wanted. I lay beside her and pulled her to me; kissing her and stroking her as she came down from her trip. I didn't want her to feel any different than any other lover I would have. She may have been a surprise, but I still felt I owed her my best effort. 

I think I made a new friend. Well, for that matter, two new friends. As the chaos subsided and the noise level dropped, I saw the bedroom door open and the light from the other bedroom illuminated the wreckage of our bed. Sophia crept into the room and sat beside me; her hand stroking my head.

"I think you have made Momma very happy." she whispered. 

I reached up and pulled her down for a kiss. "You are full of surprises." I said softly.

She laughed quietly and lay down beside me. Her mother turned to her and said something in her first language and Sophia responded in a calm voice. Her mother laughed and rose from the bed.

"Momma says this bed is a mess and we should all move to her bed." 

"Tell your Momma thank you and if it's OK with you, it's OK with me." I answered. 

We padded over to the adjacent bedroom and for the first time, I could see Momma in all her glory. She was nearly sixty I guessed, but had the body of a forty year old in most respects. Her breasts were still riding fairly high and her tummy was slightly rounded, but not very pronounced. Her hair was gray, but it was an elegant, swept back coiffure and with her height and wonderful posture, she was a striking woman and it made me wish once more that I had been able to make love to her with some light to watch her. 

Momma said something to her daughter and Sophia laughed and turned to me.

"Momma says you get the middle. She wants to taste you, she says." she said laughing.

"Oh does she now. Just what does she want to taste?" I said with sly smile.




Wandering Ch. 03



"You will find out." she said with a wink. 

Why did I get the feeling that I might not be getting much sleep tonight? I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was just after one o'clock. Well, I guess it wasn't that late and I had gotten a nap before Anna had arrived. All in all, not that bad, I smiled to myself. I was getting a bit arrogant with this new power over women that I had somewhere acquired. At least I was conscious of it and I would do everything possible not to reveal my feelings to these women. This was just too good to screw up.

I climbed onto the bed and centered myself in the middle, waiting for my two lovely bedmates to join me. Sophia was first and Anna followed her after turning out the light. She had drawn open her curtains slightly and as my eyes adjusted to the dark I could make out our shapes in the limited light from outside. Sophia had turned toward me and was kissing me and holding my hand. I was lying on my back when Anna pushed herself up and moved down my body until she was staring right at my manhood. She grasped my soft member in her warm hand and lowered her mouth to it.

Anna started off slowly, kissing the glans and using the tip of her tongue to tickle me to life. Naturally, it worked and soon I was erect and ready again. At that point, Anna took me in her mouth and began to seriously use her tongue and lips and generally make love to my cock. She must have been enjoying herself because she was humming as she sucked on me and the vibration was making me crazy. I'd never experienced it before and I was quickly heading for an eruptive ending. 

"Anna ... I'm getting close." I warned.

She looked up and smiled at me and went right back to her work. Sophia didn't say a word and I could only assume it was her intention to let her mother do whatever she wanted. Who could blame her? 

I didn't last much longer. I'd heard about the 'hummer' but I had never experienced one. It was wild and while I was able to stall my finish during regular sex, I had no hope of slowing this new event down at all. I just gave in and let it happen. I tried once again to warn Anna, but she just kept on keepin' on. 

She took everything I had and never even looked up. It was hard to reconcile her actions over the past hour with her age. She was a very active woman and it occurred to me that she needed a man in her life. The loss of her husband had not subdued her libido and she would be a handful for any two guys. In the meantime, I was flat on my back again and having a hard time wiping the smile off my face. 

It was Sophia's turn next and I wondered if I could get it up one more time. I had my doubts, but I was willing to try if she was. In the meantime, Anna had slipped up beside me again and we were kissing very passionately as I thanked her for another wonderful experience. Sophia had slipped down and was considering my now limp member. She hadn't touched it yet and since I was occupied with Anna, I didn't really notice what she was doing. I found out in a hurry.

At first it was her fingertip almost imperceptibly touching the base of my scrotum and gliding toward my anus. Now, if you want a stimulating experience, let your lover do that to you a few times. I'm sure Anna could feel the reaction I was having to her daughter's little game. But she was only getting started. She put her mouth on my cock and still persisted with that finger thing that was really getting my attention. Now I was distracted. I was supposed to be thanking Anna but Sophia was getting most of my attention. 

I looked down at Sophia and Anna did as well. She must have known what her daughter was up to because she smiled and just lay back and watched. In the meantime, Sophia was beginning to get results, but what she did next, changed everything. Her delicate little finger didn't stop at the edge of my anus. This time she pushed it in and I must have jumped a foot. The last time I had a finger in my ass was this year's Prostate exam and it wasn't anywhere near as wild as this. My cock almost jumped to attention and I was left open mouthed as I was completely focused on what she was doing to me. He finger was stroking my prostate and within no time at all, I was hard as a rock. 

At that point, Sophia knew exactly what to do. She mounted me, guided my manhood into her hot and slick center and we were joined once again. She danced on top of me with abandon; up and down, side to side and round and round. She was having fun and it was contagious. I must have had a smile as big as a clown because that's the way I was feeling. Once again, I was reminded that sex could be fun too.

I don't know when we all finally fell asleep, but I didn't really care. It was an uninhibited frolic and an adventure I neither expected nor had ever experienced. In the back of my mind, I wondered if this was a 'one off' or was there more to it. It seemed completely spontaneous and yet there didn't seem to be any hesitation or confusion when Anna entered the scene. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought I would ask some questions in the morning.

When I awoke the next morning, I discovered that I was alone in the bed. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and I could smell something like breakfast cooking in the kitchen. I rolled out of the bed and in my naked state, wandered over to the other bedroom to collect my clothes. I dressed and strolled down to the kitchen. As I entered, Anna turned and smiled at me.

"Breakfast is almost ready." she said in almost perfect but accented English. 

I stopped dead for a moment and then smiled at her. "You've been playing games with me." I said with a grin.

"It made things more interesting, don't you think?" she said with a wink.

I laughed. "Oh yah ... very interesting." I replied. I walked to her and embraced her, kissing her and smiling all the while. I think sometime last night I had figured it all out.

I sat at the kitchen table, admiring the aged beauty before me when Sophia entered, wearing a robe and looking very fresh.

"Good morning Lee." she said and bent to give me a kiss. 

"Good morning to you too." I answered with a smile.

I was hungry and I wanted to eat but I also wanted to test my theory out on just what had happened last night. Once again, it was time to be patient. Anna soon place a full plate of what I could only describe as an oversized breakfast in front of me; eggs, potatoes, bacon, tomatoes, toast and coffee. It was enormous and far more that I was used to for a breakfast.

"You know what they say, Lee. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Anna said seriously.

"Important yes ... biggest ... maybe." I laughed.

Soon we were all eating and there was little conversation. I admit, I ate most of it. I laid off on the potatoes, but the rest of it was gone in a heartbeat. I really was hungry. These two women nearly wore me out last night. 

"All right ladies. Time for confession." I said out of the blue.

The looked up at me in surprise and with a cautious gaze.

"What do you mean?" Sophia asked.

"I mean, just how did I end up in bed with two beautiful women?" I said with a non-nonsense tone.

They looked at each other and then at me and then back at each other and then Sophia burst out laughing. The jig was up.

"You think you know?" Anna asked.

"Well ladies, I think Sophia invited me back here for her own purposes and you and she have an agreement that you share the men she brings back. Am I right?" I asked with some confidence.

"Very good, Mr. Steyfanson." Anna said. "How did you discover our ... secret?" 

"Well, two things actually. First, I saw Sophia and Glynnis talking and I think they were comparing notes on me. Second, Sophia wasn't surprised when you came into her room and joined us in the bed. She just left like it was an everyday thing. I think Sophia has been keeping you supplied in lovers." I finished.

"Are you offended?" Anna asked.

"Not in the slightest. I enjoyed every moment of it." I answered honestly.

"Good. I enjoyed it too. You are very accomplished lover." Anna offered.

"Thank you for the compliment. But then, both of you are very beautiful women and a man would be a fool not to be inspired by being with you." I said with a smile.

"You are very generous, Lee." Anna said with a sincere tone. "My Bronco was powerful lover. I miss him so. I have needs and Sophia helps me. You are not angry we did this?"

"No ... not at all. I understand how difficult it must be for you. I hope you find someone who can be what you need." I said honestly.

"At my age, I am not hopeful. But, as long as Sophia can bring me wonderful young men like you, I will be OK." she laughed. 

I looked at Sophia and she was smiling and enjoying the conversation. There was no embarrassment at my discovery of their plot and they assumed correctly that after I left, life would go on as before. I had to admire their audacity. It was a bold and clever and it seemed to work; at least it did on me.

We finished the breakfast and I helped them clean up the dishes and finally had a shower. I felt a bit better, but I needed a shave sooner or later and I decided to head back to Straker's to clean up before I went to Glynnis's tire shop and get my car back to full operational status. I hugged and kissed both these wonderful ladies and we promised to keep in touch. I was particularly interested in hearing from Anna. I wanted her to find someone to replace her beloved Bronco. She deserved at least that and Sophia would do anything for her as well. Family counts for a lot, I thought.

I said my final good-byes and headed back to Straker's and collected my stuff, shaved, brushed my teeth, paid my bill, thanked them for their hospitality and headed for the tire store. I pulled up in front and walked in to find Glynnis in her usual place behind the counter and looking after another customer. Her uncle walked into the office, spotted me and smiled.

"I've got that tire. If you give me your keys, I'll get it on right away and you can be on your way." he said cheerily.

I had half a mind to ask him if he was trying to get rid of me, but thought better of it. He was a nice guy and he had done everything I could have asked of him. I passed him the keys and turned my attention back to Glynnis. Her customer headed for the waiting area and I approached the desk.

"Hi ... good morning." I said with what I hoped was a cheery voice.

"Hi Lee. Good to see you. How did you make out last night?" she asked with a sly look.

"Fine thanks. Of course, you knew what I was in for ... didn't you?" I said with a serious look.

She laughed. "I hope you enjoyed it." 

"Oh yes. I did that all right. But more importantly, how did you and Peter make out." I asked seriously.

"We ... made out." she said cautiously.

"So, is he still in the hunt for 'Mr. Right?" I asked seriously.

"No. He's way past that." she laughed.

"Good ... I'm glad. Should I ask you how he made out last night?"

"No ... but then, since you had such an important part in it, I can tell you that he's inexperienced, but willing. I think I can teach him. He has more than one important quality, but the main one is that he is a 'big man'." she giggled.

I almost said something silly and then caught her meaning. "Oh ... well then ... that's all good isn't it?"

"Yah ... it's all good."

I settled my bill, leaned over the counter and kissed her cheek, smiled and walked out to my car. Uncle Jack handed me the keys and I slid into the driver's seat, took a final look at the office and headed off. 

I drove north on Highway 95 for an hour before my mind caught up with me. I spotted a gas station with a Convenience store attached and pulled in. I was not thinking properly. I was in turmoil without the trauma. My life had changed so dramatically that I had no idea how to cope. I had been with four women in a matter of six days and I had developed a belief that I was invincible. Women just naturally flocked to me. It was nothing more than a juvenile wet dream and yet, it was real. 

I needed some time to work this out. I had been married to Jocelyn for ten years. Ten years of vanilla sex and declining emotions. In the space of six days, I had gone through some sort of catharsis and I wasn't the Leighton Philip Stephenson that I knew. I was happy with my newfound sexual prowess and frightened that I didn't understand it. I needed some time to myself to figure out what was going on with me. Once again, I was truly confused. 



Wandering Ch. 04



This is the fourth in a series about the journey of newly divorced Lee Stephenson and his voyage of rediscovery. The time has come to reassess the inexplicable events of the past six days. I am, as always, grateful to ErikThread for his editing assistance and advice. Any errors or omissions are entirely my responsibility.

Chapter 4: Beth

I sat in my car in the parking lot of the convenience store for quite a while. I had long since finished the wretched coffee that they offered and I was lost in my thoughts. A wise man once said "never look a gift horse in the mouth," but that's exactly what I was doing. I had left my old surroundings only six days ago and it was as if I had stepped through some portal into a parallel universe. I was living in a fantasy land of willing women and unlimited sex. I kept wondering when this was all going to come to a crashing halt and I would be returned to my mundane existence. The magic that had enhanced my short, new life seemed to continue without any assistance from me. I began to think I didn't really didn't need to do anything but hang on for the "ride." 

When little kids misbehave, parents often give them what they refer to as a "time out," a little private time alone to think about their behavior. I was pretty sure I needed a "time out." I certainly needed to think about my behavior. I also needed to try and figure out just who Leighton Philip Stephenson had become. I was certainly not the man who married Jocelyn Campbell ten years earlier. I may have been the guy who had the responsible and generally interesting job as an insurance investigator. I wasn't a virgin when I married Jocelyn but I certainly didn't have the skills and experience that I had picked up in the past six days. 

When our marriage petered out and was put to a merciful end, I made the biggest decision of my life. I quit my job, "cashed in my chips" and took a sabbatical from my old life and went looking for a new one. In my back pocket I had a job offer from Orca Investigations that would be at least as interesting as my old job and probably more so. My old friend, Pete Dennison, had been pestering me to join them, but because he understood my need to escape for a while, he was holding the offer open indefinitely. You just can't lose when you have friends like Pete.

But back to my problem. Now I realize not every guy would think of the last six days of my life as a problem. In fact, they would probably think I was paranoid, or at least mildly psychotic for complaining about what I had experienced. But the truth is, my life during this past six days bears no resemblance to my life for the previous 34 years. I had lived a pretty plain-vanilla existence and I acted as any normal working husband would. I got up, shit, shaved, showered, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, drove to work, came home had dinner, watched some TV or read a book and went to bed. Once or twice a week I would make love to my wife, and other than the weekends, that was pretty much my life every day.

When I broke that bond with my routine, everything changed. Maybe it hadn't all happened this week, but the really weird stuff had. My encounters with Constance, Glynnis, Sophia and Anna were sequential and almost, it seemed, inevitable. It was as if they had been preordained. Now, I know this sounds goofy, but that's how it seemed to me. So to save my sanity and try to find an answer to this conundrum, I was going to abstain from interaction with females for at least a few days. I hadn't decided on how many, but I had decided it would be more than two. I also decided I would start to keep a diary of my travels and experiences. It would be a way of recounting this strange voyage and give me something to keep me occupied at the same time. Decision made, I headed for my next destination point, Fairmont Hot Springs.

Mountain Meadows B & B was an Alpine style home with three guest suites in the loft, each with an ensuite. When I phoned that morning, there was one room available and I immediately booked it. I was a bit surprised at how busy they were, but I remembered that the area was known for corporate retreats; and nestled right in the heart of the Rockies, the skiing would last considerably longer than nearer the coast. I arrived in mid-afternoon and checked in with the hostess, Sandra Melling. As usual, this was a family business, and while they preferred I didn't check in until four o'clock, I was given a break since the room was ready and they were almost finished with their chores. I dropped my bag and laptop in my room, surveyed the facilities, grabbed my digital camera and left to explore the area. 

It was a fairly cloudy day and the mountains were somewhat obscured with a low overcast, but it was easy to see the attraction of the area. The Rockies are majestic at any time and the magnitude of the rock faces and upheavals from so many millions of years ago is always spectacular. I felt pretty insignificant in these surroundings. 

I drove around the little town and found a couple of likely restaurants. I had booked my room for three nights in anticipation of my hiatus from hedonism. The town was pretty small and I hoped I could find enough things to fill my time. Just before five, I headed back for Mountain Meadows to start my diary and record some thoughts. It didn't take long to get going, and when I looked up at the clock on the wall it was almost seven. I took a break and headed off toward town. I ate by myself, pen and notebook by my side to record any thoughts or remembrances of these past few weeks, and more importantly, the last six days. 

I was oblivious to my surroundings in the restaurant. I was seated by a young lady of nondescript features and my waitress was equally forgettable. Good! I wasn't distracted and neither they nor I were likely to fall under whatever spell that had been cast. I finished my meal and as I was savoring the remains of a nice Chilean red, I looked around at the other patrons. Besides the nearby young woman, there were two older couples at different tables and another table of four younger people and that was it. There was nothing to command my attention. I finished the wine and signaled the waitress for the check and prepared to leave. Then, as I looked up, an absolutely stunning young woman walked in, looked around, saw me, nodded and smiled.

As Jack Nicholson so aptly put it, "I was just inches from a clean getaway." I sat frozen in place. I felt powerless to move; certainly to leave. She was a dazzling redhead of about thirty years and she was tall. Very tall. Her hair was long and very curly, her face was that perfect oval shape every woman wishes for, and there was a lovely sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her long, aquiline nose and the tops of her cheeks. She was lean, yet still very voluptuous. A nice hip flare that was accented by a tight, long, grey wool skirt while her more-than-adequate breasts were snugly confined in a dark forest-green sweater. A wide black belt and black low heels were the only accents on this beauty and they were more than enough. On top of all that, she looked vaguely familiar.

She was by herself and she sat at a table that was directly in front of me, giving me a complete view of her in profile. It was now a battle of wills. Could I simply pay the bill and leave, or would I be tempted to introduce myself and see what effect my new powers would have on her. Incredibly, my waitress chose that very moment to bring my bill and stand directly in front of me, blocking my view of the mystery woman. Damn! Well, it was the excuse I needed. I pulled out some bills, left a reasonable tip and walked to the exit. I turned briefly to look back at her one more time, sighed, and left. I had managed a small but important victory.

I returned to my room in the loft and opened my laptop. I reread my musings from the afternoon and thought for a moment about where to continue. There was so much to say and the only path to take was to record it all and edit from there. I set to it and by ten I had fifteen pages of notes, comments, remembrances and observations. Mountain Meadows was equipped with wireless and I surfed around for a few minutes, gathering the news and checking my e-mail. I signed off for the night and went to bed. I was asleep in seconds.

I awoke with the realization that it was Saturday morning and my one week anniversary was upon me. I had finally put one night behind me that had been free of sex or involvement with a woman. One down, two to go. Go ahead, laugh! Everyone has to have a goal in life. Mine was to avoid having sex for three nights in a row. Doesn't sound like much, does it? Well, we'll see.

I joined the other three guests for breakfast, and as usual, ate more than I was accustomed to. The food was great and irresistible, so I didn't resist. I went back to my room and resumed my diary where I had left off the night before. I banged out my thoughts on the almost silent keyboard for an hour or so and then hit save, picked up my jacket, and headed out to the car. 

I slipped into the seat, started the engine and then just sat there. I had no idea where to go so I pulled out my topographical map of B.C. and had a look at where I was and where I might go. I found a back road up a valley to what appeared to be an open area, and since the weather was good I decided to try my luck up there and do a bit of hiking. After all, I needed the exercise. I'd had enough breakfast to last me until supper time, so there was no need for anything but water and I could pick that up along the way.

When I got to the end of the narrow, rough road, I noticed I wasn't alone. A mid-size SUV was parked off in the grass and I parked my Outback nearby. I grabbed a couple of water bottles and started to walk up the incline of the meadow. There was no one in sight, but since it was a big meadow, that wasn't surprising. I walked for a half hour or so, stopping now and then to take some pictures of the marvelous scenery with my digital camera.

It wasn't a few minutes later that I came over a rise and spotted a figure ahead of me. At first I couldn't tell if it was coming or going, but soon I realized it wasn't moving at all. As I got closer, there was something familiar about this person, and a couple of minutes later I was sure of what it was. I was also sure of who it was. The tall redhead was standing in a field of alpine flowers and looked to be making notes on a pad. I was pretty sure it was the woman from the restaurant, and as I got closer, that was confirmed. I realized she wasn't making notes, but sketching with a pencil. I made enough noise so that I didn't startle her and continued to approach.

She looked up in surprise as I came toward her from the side. That same big smile broke out on her face as she apparently recognized me as well. 

"Hi," I said with a smile.

"Hi ... you're a long way from home," she said casually.

I wasn't sure what exactly she meant. My old home was certainly a long way away. Other than last night, I didn't have any sense that I had met her before. I was confused.

"I'm sorry ... have we met before?" I asked.

"I'm not surprised you don't remember, Lee." She held out her hand and I took it. "I'm Beth Jorgenson. I'm Brian Tennyson's P.A." 

"Oh, Beth ... of course. I apologize for not recognizing you," I offered. Brian Tennyson was my former employer's executive vice president. I saw him seldom in the course of my work and would have only seen Beth Jorgenson in passing. 

"No apology necessary," she smiled as she seemingly examined me. "You're a bit of a celebrity around the office." 

"How so?"

"You quit a great job just before they were about to promote you to department head. You just told them you needed some time and space and that you likely wouldn't be back," she said with a rueful smile. "Not many guys have the guts to do that."

"Well ... there were special circumstances," I suggested.

"You mean your wife?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ex-wife."

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless and inconsiderate of me," she said.

"Not a problem. It was a bloodless parting." 

"And then you vanished." 

"Well, I don't know about vanished. You found me," I laughed.

"True. When I saw you at the restaurant last night, I was surprised. I thought you might have headed for some glamour spot like Las Vegas or the Riviera."

"Why would you think that?" I was curious about what she was thinking.

"A handsome, available young man with great prospects, looking to forget? Maybe it's what I would do in the same circumstances." 

"Uhhhmmm." It was as non-committal as I could be. I was beginning to sense that strange feeling again. Where was this encounter heading? She was such a commanding presence. She was very tall, perhaps three or four inches taller than me, but she was undoubtedly very feminine. Was she coming on to me? Was it starting all over again?

"Cat got your tongue?" 

"Yah ... I guess." 

"Well ... I'm used to it. I usually intimidate the men I meet." 

"It's not intimidation," I said bluntly, and perhaps with a bit more force than I had intended.

"Oh ... so ... what is it then?" She challenged me without hesitation.

"Long story ... no ... that's not right. Short story ... six days long." 

"Good. Short stories are easy to remember." She was grinning during this banter.

"Sorry ... not for public consumption," I said, turning away. "You were sketching. Is it your hobby?" I asked, turning back to her.

"Yes. I sketch and then I paint." 

"Here, or at a studio?" 

"Here ... if the weather allows. Otherwise, I take a picture and use that to help my memory." 

"You've walked a long way for a painting." 

"I didn't realize how far. I just kept moving until I thought I was in the right place to get the image I wanted. I guess I was dazzled by the scenery and forgot where I was." 

"Well ... I'm here to help. What can I get you?" 

"Nothing ... except ... Uhhhmmm ... I could use a drink of water," she said, eyeing my two bottles.

"Of course. Please help yourself." I passed one of the bottles to her. When her hand touched mine, I felt that tingling feeling again. Shit! Here we go again!

"Why are you so ... wary of me?" she asked out of the blue.

"Same short story ... same reason for no answer." 

"Bullshit!" she spat without venom. She had my undivided attention. 

"What's the matter, never heard a woman swear before?" 

"Nope ... I mean yes ... I've heard women swear before. I'm just wondering what the big deal is." 

"I think I intimidate you. You think I'm too big or too pushy or too ... something," she said, not looking at me as she resumed sketching.

I laughed out loud. "Lady, I'm an investigator. I see the seedy side of life way more often than you would realize. I am definitely not intimidated." 

"Not the same," she said simply, continuing with her sketch. "Some men are overwhelmed by some women. It's an ego and comfort thing. Trust me ... this I know." 

"Well ... for the record ... you don't frighten me or intimidate me," I stated flatly. "You can take that to the bank."

"OK ... so let's say I believe you. Why don't we get together tonight for a drink?" She was still concentrating on her sketch.

I hesitated and she turned toward me. "See ... I told you so." 

"No ... No ... tonight's fine. I'm sorry. I can't explain why, but I'm being very cautious right now." It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't all the truth.

"The divorce?" She had gone back to her sketch.

"Something like that." 

"Cheer up, Lee. You'll get over it. The statistics are in your favor." She said it with a smile in her voice.

I was pretty sure I was sunk. My plan for three days of celibacy looked pretty dim. She was coming on strong and she wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. On the other hand, she was gorgeous. I had often fantasized about tall women and here one was being delivered to me. It was that "gift horse" thing again. Ah, what the hell. Who was it going to harm?

"So ... how long are you up here for?" I asked.

"A week. It's one of my vacation weeks and Brian is away on business, so I get a week of peace." 

A week with this woman would be a challenge. "Where are you staying?" 

"I've got a time share that I use for a month each year. This is week two." 

"It's a lovely area. I can see why you'd like it." 

"What are you doing for dinner?" she asked. Nothing like being direct and to the point, I thought.

"Ahhhh ... nothing special. I'm here on my own." 

"Good ... why don't you let me feed you?" 

Well, I thought in resignation, I might as well just surrender. "That's very kind of you. I'd love to join you," I said without really realizing my double entendre. 

I thought I heard her snort, but I wasn't sure. "I'm just about done. We can walk back to our cars together if you like." 

"Fine." 

She packed up her little kit and put it in a small backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She was wearing a light cotton t-shirt in pale green with an art design on the front. Her lovely breasts made sure I couldn't see all of the design. Her shorts were snug and the long, lovely legs that fell from her fabulous hips were on full display. She had a slight tan from somewhere. Although today was an unusually warm day for this time of year, the tan wouldn't have come from here. 

We strolled together down the meadow toward the cars. She seemed to be happy to be close to me and I didn't discourage her. I was going to bask in the company of this woman just as I had relished the company of the others I had met this past week. If I couldn't control it, I might as well just surrender and enjoy it. If it was a fantasy, it was my fantasy, and a damn fine one at that. 

When we reached the cars, she told me where her condo was and suggested I come over at seven. I smiled my agreement and told her I would see her then. As I slipped into my car, I realized I hadn't touched her other than the brief handshake when we met. I had a suspicion that would be corrected this evening. I began to imagine just what this woman would look like naked and in my arms. I had reason to believe I would find out tonight.

When I arrived at Beth's just before seven, I was surprised at how nice her condo was. It was clearly a cut above the ordinary. I wondered how she could afford something this elegant. From our conversation this afternoon, I got the impression she didn't have anyone as a steady boyfriend. 

When she opened the door, I'm sure my jaw dropped. She was wearing a low cut, black top sprinkled with small reflecting bits that would be dazzling if it weren't for the competition from her cleavage. Her was the same tightly packaged gray wool from the previous evening. She was barefoot and I wondered if that was for me or just for comfort. She looked fantastic. The hair, the eyes, the freckles, the breasts and the long legs. It was damned unfair. She had her share of looks and a few others' share as well. I was getting that swell feeling in my pants. You know the one -- the one that sometimes you try to hide and other times you try to show.

She had that lovely smile and I felt very welcome. I followed her into the living room and my opinion of the outside was reinforced by the inside. This was one classy place. The finest in modern furnishings. Hardwood floors with what appeared to be Persian rugs. The decorations included crystal and various objet d'art as well as paintings hung in strategic places. In other words, high rent! This didn't seem to be the playground for a personal assistant, but what did I know. This was out of my league.

"I'm impressed. This is quite the spectacular place. Not what I would have expected," I said in admiration.

"Well, it's not mine. I just get to use it. It belongs to a guy who has the hots for me," she laughed.




Wandering Ch. 04



"So, what's the problem. I thought you intimidated men." 

"Well ... this is different. He's married and he won't be leaving her anytime soon. It's her money," she said in a nonchalant tone.

"Ah hah! Just what I thought. A kept woman," I laughed.

She laughed with me. It was obviously not a sensitive issue with her. "Well, we all have our failings, Lee." 

"I'm having real trouble with the idea that you intimidate men and that interferes with your relationships with men. You are a very beautiful woman and I can't believe you haven't got a boatload of guys banging on your door." 

"Well, I wish it were so, but it isn't. Maybe I'm hard to handle. Maybe my standards are too high. Maybe I'm just unlucky. Who knows?" 

Well, never let it be said that I wasn't interested. "So, I guess you have to decide whether I can meet your standards or whether you just got lucky," I said with my newly acquired self-confidence. 

"Not so fast, buster. We haven't had dinner yet," she smirked.

"Point taken. Lead me to your kitchen." 

She strolled -- and I do mean strolled -- into the kitchen area and it was just as elegant and modern as the rest of the condo. A restaurant-sized stove and oven, a meat-locker-sized refrigerator/freezer and everything in stainless steel. There was food on the island and food on the counter and she was serious about cooking dinner. I surveyed the fixings and determined that this was no ordinary meat and potatoes dinner. I spotted some fresh, hand-peeled shrimp, a loin of lamb and the some sort of special rice dish. There was fresh green beans and assorted other vegetables on a separate plate. I smiled to myself and knew that I was going to be well looked after tonight.

I was right, of course. There was no reason to doubt it. It's just the way things had been ordained in the past week. I was getting an erection just thinking of how well things were progressing tonight. Beth was spectacular and I was bulletproof. What was left to chance? Nothing! 

So, imagine my surprise when we had dinner, some wine, a lovely light dessert, a long, interesting conversation about a variety of topics and then ... she said it was time for me to say goodnight! What the hell? This isn't the normal script. I have to go? Well, considering all the other crazy things that had happened in the past week, why should I be surprised. I accepted my fate reluctantly, but acted like a man and kissed her cheek, thanked her profusely for the wonderful dinner and said I hoped to see her again.

I drove back to my B & B in a state of mild shock. Perhaps I was being unrealistic. Perhaps this past week was beginning to give me delusions of grandeur. Perhaps I had screwed up with Beth. I didn't think so and she didn't seem to indicate anything was amiss, but I wasn't so sure. What about all that byplay in the afternoon and at the condo? As I let myself into my room, I realized I didn't have her phone number. I knew where she was and I knew she would be there until next weekend, but that might be a bit awkward. Hmmmm. This was a switch.

I slept fitfully that night. I had dreams about a naked Beth and a number of positions I could imagine myself being in as I made love to her. Unfortunately, they were just dreams. I recognized that I was committed to seducing her, or at least letting her seduce me. Whatever worked! So much for my celibacy. Screw that! I wanted Beth and I was going to let my new-found powers take over.

I had my usual good appetite the next morning and once again, I overindulged at breakfast. I was tempted to head back up to the meadow and see if Beth was there. It was a reasonable possibility with another sunny, spring day ahead. I decided against it however. I had only one more night to achieve my temporary celibacy goal and Beth would be here for the rest of the week. I had checked with the hostess, and my room would be available until Thursday if I wanted to extend my stay. I told her I would let her know tomorrow morning.

I decided on a day trip up the highway to Radium Hot Springs. Despite the fact that it was an overly-popular tourist spot, I had fond memories of Radium from my childhood. It was a regular stop for our family on our way back from visiting the grandparents in Calgary. It was only a few minutes drive from Fairmont, and I set off at mid-morning. I spent the rest of the morning wandering around the old haunt, had a light snack for lunch, enjoyed a glass of wine in the early spring sunshine, and finally, just after three o'clock, got back into my car and headed toward Fairmont. 

I would be passing the road to the meadow where Beth had been sketching, and I toyed with the idea of checking to see if she was there. It was a mental coin toss and by the time I approached the cut-off to the old road, I had decided on heads; I would check the place out. I drove up the rough track slowly and I wasn't really surprised that her SUV was parked in the same spot as yesterday. I got out, considered my options, looked at my watch, shrugged my shoulders, and headed off up the incline toward where she was yesterday. 

I didn't have very far to walk. She was just over the rise of the first hill, and this time she was sitting on a small stool and had an easel in front of her. She was obviously painting in the scene she had sketched yesterday. Again, I didn't want to startle her, so I moved out wide to give her some warning that I was near. She must have picked me up fairly quickly as I saw her head turn and look toward me. She was wearing a wide brimmed straw hat and different shorts and t-shirt from yesterday. She looked just as dazzling today as she did yesterday. 

She waved in recognition and then turned back to her painting as I walked toward her. 

"I wondered if you'd come looking for me." 

"It was a coin toss."

"Who won?"

"I did, of course," I chuckled.

"Figures." She hadn't looked away from her painting the entire time I had been there and she was obviously concentrating on something, making sure it was just right. I looked at what she had done so far and it looked very good and very professional. I decided to remain quiet while she worked.

"I brought my own water this time. Would you like some?" she asked.

"Thanks, I'm fine for now." 

"So I guess this means you really aren't intimidated by me." 

"I guess."

"Wanna do dinner again?"

"Sure ... why not?"

"Wanna fool around later?"

"Sure ... why not?" I chuckled. She had this way with words, an economical and to-the-point way.

"Can you cook?" She still hadn't turned away from her painting.

"Yup."

"Good."

"You going to be here for a while yet?" 

"Nope. Light's going and I'm getting stiff. I'll be done in two minutes."

"I'll stick around and give you a hand with your gear."

"Thanks."

We walked together down the slope of the meadow toward our vehicles, chatting about our day. 

"Do you paint only landscapes?" I asked.

"Pretty much. I'm not very good at human forms. They are very complex and I don't seem to be able to get them just right for my own satisfaction." 

"I remember being in a modern art gallery a while back. There was a painting; quite bold colors and very much impressionistic. It wasn't a large canvas, but there was a form ... a woman's form. It was just three or four lines on the canvas, but it was the unmistakable outline of a beautiful woman. No face, no arms, just a form. I've never forgotten it."

"If I could paint like that, I would have been in that gallery too. It's what separates real artists from hobbyists like me." 

"I like your work ... or at least what I've seen of it," I said quickly.

"A half finished canvas isn't much to see." 

"What I could see ... I was impressed. You have talent ... but I get the impression you don't like to take chances," I said carefully.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your subjects ... no danger ... no risk ... pleasant pictures of pleasant scenes," I said. "I hope that doesn't offend you." 

She stopped and turned to me. "So ... in your opinion, what should I be painting?" 

"Things that frighten you. Things that challenge you. Things that threaten you. Things that are difficult?" I was speaking with more boldness than I felt.

"You've got some pretty strong opinions." 

"Yah ... sorry. I'm used to seeing a lot of artwork. My father is an artist ... or at least he was." 

"Was?"

"Early onset Parkinson's Disease." 

"Oh ... I'm sorry. What kind of art did he produce?" 

"He was an illustrator. Mostly black on white, with brush."

She looked at me and then a puzzled look came over her. "Is your father Gordon Stephenson?" 

"Yes."

"He's brilliant. I love his work. I have two of his prints in my home," she gushed. "You must be very proud."

"Yes. I admire his talent. Unfortunately, it isn't hereditary." 

"Yah ... I know. My mother is a musician. I haven't got a musical bone in my body." 

"Ah ... art ... music ... they come under the heading of special talents. They are all gifts to be nurtured and developed," I said pompously.

"Very deep ... very perceptive. I've decided. You can stay." She was laughing at me.

"Thanks ... so long as you understand that I just gave you a classic example of bullshit baffles brains." 

"Yah ... but it was high quality bullshit," she laughed again.

"Can't fool you ... can I?"

"Oh hell ... keep trying ... that's the fun of it." 

It was a light and fun conversation that we were both enjoying. This was a bright and very alive woman. Her physical presence and charm were obvious, but her mind was always working, and based on our conversation last night, and the bit of byplay this afternoon, she could hold her own in any company. She was a worthy opponent and a treat to be with.

I returned to the elegant condo at seven as requested, and Beth let me in. She was wearing another of her tantalizing outfits that did nothing to quell my interest or my libido. It took a moment, but after I watched her move through the living room, I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. I immediately wondered what else she wasn't wearing.

I had taken the precaution of including some condoms in my pocket in case the need arose. I thought for a moment that this was a bit of conceit on my part, but I ended up rationalizing it as just being prepared. After all, just what would "fool around" mean if not what I had expected the previous evening? 

"You wanted me to cook?" I reminded her.

"It's nice tonight. Not too cool. I thought we'd use the barbeque." 

"Fine. What would you like me to do?"

"I haven't decided. I've got some steaks, some albacore tuna and some chicken. Everything is fresh."

"How about the tuna?" 

"Sounds good. Won't take long, either. I'll toss some salad and I have some of last night's rice I can heat in the microwave. Does that sound alright?"

"Great. Do you have a white wine to go with it?" 

She produced a nice Chardonnay and I opened it for her while I waited for the barbeque to heat up. The tuna would take only a couple of minutes to cook. I had some time to think about what sort of seduction I could employ on this interesting Amazon of a woman. I probably wasn't going to have to work very hard if our conversation of this afternoon was any indication. I was having those thoughts again of what it would be like to be locked in an embrace with Beth, both of us naked. It was getting pretty good at visualizing my more lurid thoughts.

We enjoyed the dinner and I helped her with the few dishes we needed to clean by hand while the rest went into the dishwasher. Our conversation continued to be easy and interesting and I found Beth to be a delight to be around. She wasn't just easy on the eyes; she was full of interesting ideas and she had an amazing general knowledge. I had always admired my dad's general knowledge and tried to emulate him, and Beth was very well informed, by any standard. 

We adjourned to the living room with the last of the Chardonnay and sat together on the sofa. There wasn't much distance between us, but I decided to let Beth make the first move. Well, that's what I thought, anyway. As it turned out, there wasn't any move. We just sat there talking about inconsequential things, now and then interrupted by periods of silence. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more.

"Beth ... can you give me a clue about what you expect from me?" I asked in a somewhat plaintive voice.

It was a straightforward question and caught her by surprise. "What do you mean?" 

"Well ... let's see. Yesterday, you made it pretty clear that you were interested in me and then ... poof! I went home with a feeling that I had upset you or badly misread you. Then, this afternoon, I clearly remember you asking me if I'd like to fool around. So here we are and we seem to be stuck in neutral." I tried very hard not to sound accusatory or upset. I wasn't sure if it worked.

"Got you confused, have I?" she grinned.

"Oh yah."

"Well ... yesterday was a dirty trick of nature. My period didn't end as I expected. Sorry, but I didn't have the courage to tell you." 

"That explains last night," I said carefully. "So, where do we go from here?"

"Hmmmm ... let's see. Since you didn't think much of my painting, maybe I should just boot you out again." She was poking me lightly with her finger in mock approbation.

"Just how did I give you that impression?" 

"Don't you remember? No danger! No risks!" 

"Ah ... well ... you shouldn't take the criticism of the unskilled as serious comment. I suppose I was thinking of the work of a friend of my father's when I said that. He did landscapes and old buildings; barns and old houses and the like. His wife died of cancer when he was still in his fifties. He was devastated by her death and I remember my father showing me a painting he had done after she had died. There was no mistaking his mood and his feelings. It left an indelible impression on me. All his other paintings were nice pictures of old buildings or well composed country scenes. This one was special. It was his soul, torn open for everyone to see. It took his wife's death to release that emotion onto his canvas."

Beth didn't say anything for a few moments. She stared at me and then looked away with a wrinkled brow. I wondered if I had pushed too far, been too blunt. Who was I to criticize an artist when I was completely without talent myself? I was just relating an experience, I rationalized ... a very personal experience. 

"I haven't ever had anything that traumatic happen in my life," she finally said in a quiet voice. "The worst thing that's ever happened to me was when a boyfriend broke up with me in high school, just before the spring prom. I thought I was going to die, but I got over it." 

"Ever try to paint a self-portrait?" I asked.

"No ... never." She looked at me again. "Why? Do you think I should?" 

"Why not try. A self-portrait means the only person you can offend is yourself," I suggested. "I think the thing that separates true artists from the rest of us is their ego, their ability to be self-centered. It doesn't apply just to painters, but sculptors, architects, actors, musicians, opera singers; all the great ones have big egos and the courage to stick their necks out in public. Sometimes you need to be selfish and please only yourself. The hell with what anyone else thinks." 

She looked at me for a moment and then a smile began to invade her face. "I was told you were shy. I find that hard to believe." 

"I am. I was. I'm not so sure about myself anymore." 

"So what was the traumatic event in your life?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"The day I discovered that I wasn't in love with my wife and that I probably never had been," I said almost automatically. It was true and it was painful and it had been with me every day since I had realized that truth. 

"Do you think of it as lost time in your life? Wasted time, I mean."

"No ... I don't think so. I had a companion and a friend and there was ... intimacy. I don't think I knew what love was. I'm still not sure I do. I don't think I've ever experienced it, so how would I know?" 

"I know what you mean," Beth said sympathetically. "I don't know what it is either. I hope I will someday soon. I think we all need it in our lives to make us complete, but I have this feeling that not so many people really experience it. True, undying love, I mean."

"You're young yet. Not even thirty? There's time. You just have to follow your instincts. It's like that artist attitude I mentioned. You have to be selfish enough that you won't settle for anything less than the real thing."

"Have you got a degree in philosophy or something?" she kidded.

"Naw. Just a few years on you and some real-life experiences to draw on." 

I felt good about being with Beth. She was interesting, inarguably beautiful and altogether, a very self-aware young woman. However, she had doubts about herself that seemed misplaced. She was too self-conscious about her height and self-deprecating about her artistic talent. I wondered idly if she ever got angry about anything. I decided not to try and find out. I reached out for her upper arm and pulled her toward me. She didn't resist and in a moment, we were locked in an embrace, kissing and dueling with our tongues.

Her hand dropped to my crotch, and she was searching for my soon-to-be full erection. The touch of her hand through my pants was more than enough to bring my cock to full attention. 

She pulled back for a moment with a smile on her lips. "You've been fantasizing about this, haven't you?" 

"Absolutely. Several times in several ways."

"Oh ... are you ready to show me the ways?"

"As long as you're ready, I'm ready." I untangled myself and helped her to her feet. She led me toward what I presumed was the bedroom and along the way, I surveyed her clothes to determine how best to rid her of them. It appeared to be a one piece outfit, tied with a sash. It was shiny satin, turquoise green in colour, and I suspected she might be naked beneath it. 

The bedroom was no less spectacular than the other rooms. A king size bed in a wrought iron frame was centered on one wall of the room. The floor was a deep cherry wood, as were the furnishings. Three white throw rugs surrounded the bed on each side, and at the foot. Two glass and wrought iron tables took the place of night stands. There were no drawers or hiding places for any items, toys or otherwise.

Beth turned toward me and I stepped forward, reaching for the sash of her outfit. I pulled it gently and it undid easily, allowing the top of the one piece garment to open and reveal her remarkable breasts. She was a fantasy come to life; a large, voluptuous woman who exuded sexuality from every pore. My hands slipped up across her breasts, allowing my palms to rub against her nipples, but not stopping until I had reached her shoulders. I pushed the light fabric away and was rewarded with the shiny, green garment falling to the floor. Without taking her eyes from mine, she stepped out of the puddle of satin at her feet and moved toward the bed, completely naked.

There is no known way for a man to undress in an erotic manner when he is wearing conventional men's clothing. It just can't be done. Beth sat on the bed with a bemused look, watching me fumble with my shirt, pants, socks and finally, shorts. At last we were on equal terms and I joined her on the bed, sitting beside her and stroking her breasts and tummy softly with my hands. She leaned into me and we kissed; at first tentatively, and then more passionately. She reached for my cock, now almost erect, and held it in her hand, squeezing it slightly. 

I allowed my hand to slip further down and began to probe her neatly trimmed mound. I used my forefinger to begin the stroking of her labial lips, and as they moistened I pushed my finger into her as slowly and as smoothly as I could. She began to respond. She hung her head on my shoulder, and I could hear her breath become more irregular. I could feel her hips begin to move rhythmically as I continued masturbating her with my finger. I added a second finger, curling upward with the first and began a search for her G spot. I was sure I had found it when she began to react more dramatically to my probing. 




Wandering Ch. 04



It was at that point that Beth began to take over. She grabbed my cock, pushed my active hand out of the way and climbed on top of me, stuffing my erection into her with a single stab. The next thing I knew, she had a lock on my shoulders as she pounded up and down on my cock, her eyes merely slits and with a grimace on her lips. This was apparently serious business to her, and she was relentless as she used me for her own needs. Some might call it wild, but I was more inclined to think of it as reckless.

I wasn't hesitant to join in on the "fun," but she was in a world of her own, driving herself to some orgasm as yet unclaimed. I had no idea how long I could hold on under this assault, but it was strangely non-erotic and I found I was just a passenger at this point. I really didn't feel that I was close to letting go, so I just held on with both hands and let her do her "thing." I'm not sure how long it lasted, but it was far longer than I expected, and when she finally reached her destination, she redefined the meaning of "explosive orgasm." I'm sure the ground really did shake. 

Her body collapsed on mine and she was gasping for breath at a furious rate. I just held her until things started to return to normal, and she could at least say a few words between her attempts to take in more air.

"See what I mean?" she finally managed.

"That was pretty crazy. Was that normal?" 

"Only when I've been without for a while. Once you get me started, I'm hard to stop." She was nuzzled into my neck and had returned to a more passive state. 

"Tell me what I can do for you, then. I'm here to please you," I said with some trepidation.

"Baby, I like it all. You can't think of anything that I won't enjoy." 

I decided to go back to basics. I'd rely on my old, reliable top to bottom tongue and finger work and just see where it took us. I rolled her over on her back and I began to make love to her spectacular breasts, using my tongue, lips and fingertips. At first, nothing seemed to be happening to her, but it didn't take long before I was getting vocal signals and body movement that told me I was on the right track. 

I rose up slightly to begin my move down her fabulous body, and she promptly pushed her hand down my abdomen and grasped my cock. Now, this could be a problem. There was only so much distance between the length of her arm and the length of my cock, and I wasn't going to slipping down anywhere as long as she had this grip on my manhood. 

"Beth ... let go of me. Let me do my thing for a while. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you need me," I promised.

She released me and sighed as her hand returned and joined her other hand on the back of my head. My tongue in her navel cavity sparked a brief response, but I suspected she was into more direct contact and I continued my way down to her lovely pussy. It was bright red from the violent exercise it had enjoyed a few moments earlier and her clitoris was still extended and prominent. I decided to wait until I had paid more attention to the lower extremities and I pushed her thighs wide apart as I moved further down. 

I began my assault by dragging the top of my tongue slowly along her perineum and upward toward her labia, stopping just before I reached her clit. She pushed her hips up in response to my strokes and as she did, I moved one hand to her ass cheek and began to slip a finger inside the crack and gently touch her anus. She jumped in response to my first touch, telling me I had found a sensitive spot. I kept sliding my finger across and around the tiny opening as my tongue continued its slow glide up her lovely pussy. 

I kept this up for several moments until, without any warning, I began to insert my fingertip into her anus. She reacted again, but this time with a vocal grunt that I took for approval. Each time that I stroked her with my tongue, I pushed my finger slightly farther into her ass. It was clearly with her approval as she began to move her hips again in that very inviting way. It was time to push the process along, and again, without warning, I locked my lips on her clit and began stroking my finger in and out of her ass. She responded quickly with a howl of surprise and then began pushing back on my hand as I finger fucked her. All the while, my tongue was massaging her clit as I held it between my lips. 

She was really starting to move now. I added a second finger in her ass and she arched her back violently in response and then continued her pushing back. I had released her clit and brought my head up as her hips were reacting wildly again. I took it as an invitation to complete this portion of my foreplay by adding a third finger in her ass and increasing the pace of my stroke. 

"Awwwwwh gawwwd," she howled. He breathing was back to gasps and her hips fairly danced above the bed and my hand moved rapidly in and out of her. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her and then rolled over, sticking her formidable butt in the air.

"Give me the real thing ... now!" she demanded. 

I crabbed up behind her, lubricated my erection in her pussy and then pushed the head of my cock into the now-widened anal opening. I was careful and applied a steady push as I entered her. Beth was groaning and gasping, but pushing back at me as well, welcoming my invasion. Soon I was almost halfway in and I began to pull back and then forward slowly, allowing her to get used to my stroke. I had never done this before and I was going on instinct and caution as I began to experience my first anal intercourse.

Beth was no rookie at this, and within a few strokes she was demanding more depth and faster strokes. 

"Come on, Lee ... fuck my ass. Give it to me. Make me come." She almost shouted her encouragement.

I wondered how long I would last and the answer was -- not long. Fortunately, I think Beth was ready as well, and when I felt myself about to let go, I told her so.

"Here it comes, Beth. Here it comes ... I can't hold back." And I didn't. I felt the warm spurts of semen in her tight anal canal and it was a whole, new experience. It was completely different than vaginal sex and I could only hope she felt rewarded.  

"Oh god, Lee. That was great. Oh, I love the feel of come in my ass. It feels so good ... so good," she sighed as she began to collapse on her stomach. 

I slipped out of her and lay beside her with my arm over her back. She turned her head toward me and she had a nice smile.

"You were great, Lee. I'm feeling real good about you in my bed. You were great." She raised her head and moved toward me and kissed me. "Are you finished for tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Do you want me to be finished?"

"No!" she said abruptly; her head popping up with a surprised look on her face. "No, I want you to stay. I want as much of you as I can have for as long as I can have it." She was serious. It wasn't just pillow talk. She wanted all I could give her and I was fascinated by how much she could take. 

"I'm not Superman. I'll do the best I can for you." 

"Hmmmm. I have a feeling that you'll be just fine. Right now, I think we should take a break, have a shower and maybe a glass of wine or brandy, and then, when we're both ready we can come back here. I'll change the sheets while you're in the shower and you can pour the wine when I'm in there. OK?"

"OK," I said with some disappointment. 

"What's the matter?" 

"I was hoping to have that shower with you. I can always help you change the sheets." 

"Offer accepted," she smiled. She slipped from the bed and strolled toward the ensuite. I followed and we entered what must have been the giant economy size shower enclosure. The walls were sheathed in large, random shaped slate with a dark, tiled floor. Several stainless steel controls were on the wall along with several shower outlets. Beth pushed a single button and the shower heads sprang to life, apparently with a pre-set water temperature. 

As I lathered and washed this lovely woman, my cock was growing again and I thought for a moment, we might have a session in the shower. 

"Save it for later," she said with a smile. "You're going to need it."

I could hardly be disappointed. I was living out another of these almost expected fantasies, and my only responsibility was to not screw it up. 

We had fun drying each other with her big, soft towels and soon, dressed in a matching pair of terrycloth robes, we were in the kitchen, sipping wine, and nibbling on snacks that Beth had previously prepared. I found myself staring at her. I could understand how she could overwhelm a man. It wasn't just a matter of size, but a matter of her aggressive sexual appetite. She was a tiger in bed and I wondered how any man could keep up with her over the long haul. On the other hand, she was so incredibly beautiful, that she was irresistible. No man could refuse her if he was at all a red-blooded heterosexual. 

It was about an hour later that we returned to the bedroom, and this time Beth touched a control panel on the wall, and the lights dimmed to a very low level and soft music played in the background. This was a much more sensual atmosphere and it prefaced a much more controlled and sensuous encounter. It was a flip side of Beth Jorgenson and I was greatly relieved. I was back where I thought I could participate, and not just be a passenger. 

I moved behind her and undid the sash on her robe and smoothly removed it from her. She turned and did the same for me. She pulled back the sheets of the remade bed and slipped inside, inviting me to join her. I slid in beside her and thus began one of the most erotic episodes of my life. 

I have no real recollection of how it all began or when it all ended. Suffice it to say, it was a continuum of sexual pleasing for both of us. It lacked the reckless abandon of our first encounter, but it was far more satisfying. We took our time and enjoyed every minute of it. We tried many positions and loved all of them. Beth was very intuitive when it came to prolonging my performance, and I was very grateful for that. Under other circumstances, it might have been over within a few minutes and I would have been denied the most satisfying sexual encounter I could ever have conjured in my dreams. 

I had a hard time figuring out what Beth was all about. She was very sexual and I've already extolled the virtues of her beauty. What I couldn't figure out was her apparent inability to find a permanent relationship; even a semi-permanent one. Once I got past the initial thermonuclear blast, she was the picture of erotic self-control. It made not the slightest difference in the enjoyment we shared. She responded to my various teasings and titillations with vocal and body expressions which only told me that she was appreciative of my efforts. We were a fine match.

At some point, it all ended quietly, and I awoke the next morning holding her closely to me in the spoon position. She exuded that wonderful scent women produce first thing in the morning and my cock was at full attention. A short time later, she began to awaken. She couldn't help but notice my condition since it was nestled comfortably between the cheeks of her glorious ass. I heard her purr her comfort and we remained as we were for several minutes until she turned toward me.

"Good morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Ummmh. Yah. Fine." She sounded uncertain. "You wore me out," she added.

"I did?" That's the last thing I expected to hear from her. I thought it was the other way around. I pulled her closer to me just to emphasize how happy I was just to hold her. 

It didn't take long to figure out that she had fallen back asleep, and I quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. I remembered which button she had pushed and sure enough, the multi-head shower started up and within seconds it was cascading warm water over my tired frame. I washed and lingered under the spray for several minutes before I got out and dried myself. I poked around in the drawers and came up with a disposable razor and some shaving gel and cleaned up my face.

I walked out of the ensuite and saw that Beth was still fast asleep. I tied the robe around me and headed for the kitchen. A brief search produced some juice, a bagel, coffee for the machine, and even some dry cereal. I poured some orange juice and made a pot of coffee. I toasted the bagel and took it into the living room with my coffee and turned on the TV to check the news. 

I was on my second cup when Beth appeared in the living room and sat beside me on the sofa. 

"Hi," I said, turning to her. "Can I get you something?"

"Coffee ... please."

I got up and went into the kitchen, found a mug and poured the coffee. I remembered she didn't take cream or sugar from the other night, so I brought the hot, steaming mug back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She hadn't moved a muscle since she had plunked herself down on the sofa and I wasn't even sure if she was fully conscious. 

"You OK?" I asked.

"Hmmmm. Just tired," she finally responded. "I though you said you weren't Superman." 

I might have had a grin on my face when I said, "I'm not. I gather you weren't disappointed." 

"I may not be able to walk for a couple of days," she said without smiling.

"Sorry. I didn't think I was that rough." 

Beth turned and looked at me. "You weren't." She sounded reassuring. "I just got carried away and you were strong enough to stay with me. I didn't expect that."

"Neither did I." 

"Surprise! When do you have to check out of your room?"

"Today." 

"Why don't you move in here? I have the rest of the week and I'd be grateful for the company."

I really didn't have to think very hard about it. "Sure." It was another of those fascinating opportunities that I was being presented with out of the blue.

"Good. Why don't you check out and bring your things here. Maybe by the time you get back, I'll be awake," she said with a tired smile.

Well, there goes the best of my intentions again. I managed two nights without sex. Actually, I can only take credit for one since I was quite prepared to bed the lovely Beth the night before last, and only the dreaded curse stopped me. However, one has to accept one's limitations, or in my case, uncontrolled destiny. I happily packed my bag, paid my bill, and headed back to the condo, stopping briefly to pick up some Astroglide at the local drug store. I was concerned for Beth's comfort.

When I returned to the condo, Beth was looking considerably more alert. She had showered, dressed, and eaten, and she greeted me at the door with a lovely big kiss and a bum squeeze to make sure I understood I was welcome. Very considerate!

It had started to rain and looked like the next day or so would be at least cloudy with scattered showers. That could be the perfect excuse for us to stay indoors. We did a lot of touching and holding that afternoon. Beth spent most of the day with a dreamy smile on her face and I guess I didn't look much different. It was one of those after-effects that left you feeling so superior and so satisfied ... that you couldn't find the words to express it. I tried. I opened my laptop and tried to record what had happened, but I failed. I might as well have attempted to describe Mona Lisa's smile. 

We spent the next day indoors too. I encouraged Beth to try a self-portrait and she gave it a good effort. After several of what she thought were failed attempts, I asked her what she thought was wrong with them. 

"I don't exactly know. They just don't look right to me. They don't look like I think I look. Does that make sense?" she asked.

"Yes ... in a way. But, are you looking for a literal translation or is there something you want to show others about yourself?

She looked at me with a strange, wrinkled grimace. "I don't know. How do I look to you?" 

"Literally, you're physically a very beautiful woman. But what I see sometimes, is a very insecure woman, uncertain of who she is and what she is looking for in her life." I hoped I wasn't being too brash or aggressive with my comments. From what I had seen of her sketches, she saw a different woman than I did. I was trying to tell her that.

"Why don't you try a mask," I suggested. "It doesn't have to be literal and usually they are less complex in execution than real faces. They don't have all the subtlety and nuance of the human face." I had done my best to plant the seed of alternatives. It was up to Beth to find a way to express herself. I had the feeling that once she found that way, she would be excited with the results. She needed to be patient with herself and persistent with her experiments.

"You're full of ideas, aren't you?" I think she was enjoying my contribution and encouragement.

"I'm full of something." I was laughing. Talk about conceited! Me, giving an artist ideas! 

I went back to my journal and before I knew it, it was almost six in the afternoon. I stood up, stretched and walked into the spare bedroom to see how Beth had made out. As I walked into the room, the easel was facing toward her with the light coming in over her shoulder and I couldn't see what she had done unless I moved behind her. Beth had her brush in her hand and was studying something on the canvas with great concentration. She seemed oblivious to my presence.

I walked behind her quietly and looked at what she had done. I was amazed. It was like nothing she had done before and it was stunning. It was a surrealistic expression of a human face. Whose face, I could not tell. I couldn't even tell which sex. But it was amazing. It was bold; not just with the brush strokes, but with colour as well. I was trying to determine what the expression on "its" face could be. It looked forbidding and yet, not angry. It had power. I was curious what Beth was trying to say. I didn't dare interrupt her though.

"There's another drying in the closet, Lee," she said, still concentrating on the canvas in front of her.

I walked to the closet and looked in. There was another canvas, sitting on the floor, propped up against the back wall. I squatted down to have a closer look. It was another mask in stark black and white. It was almost like a theatre mask, but more expressive. Again, it had an enigmatic expression. It was impressive as well. 

"These are wonderful, Beth." I meant it. They were so completely different and so foreign to her usual style. She had broken out of her comfort zone and created something completely new.

"Yah ... it's crazy, but I think I like them. They are so different, I don't know what to make of them, even though I painted them myself. It was almost "stream of consciousness" painting. I didn't even sketch anything more than the outline shape. I just let the brush go where it wanted to."

She was almost giggling with excitement. She had found something new and she was pumped at the discovery. I couldn't help but smile. It would be interesting to see where this would take her. It might be just a hobby, but she had a prodigious talent. It was just a matter of finding the vehicle for her expression. I felt really happy for her.

I stayed with her for the rest of the week and I don't think Beth spent more than a couple of hours that she wasn't either painting, eating or together with me in bed. Her excitement with her art carried over into the bedroom and I was treated to a festival of fornication. If there is a sexual equivalent to a gourmand, I was perilously close to meeting that dubious standard. 

All good things must come to an end, however. On Saturday night, Beth and I packed our bags in preparation for her early departure the next morning. Vancouver would be a long drive for her, whereas I had no particular destination. I was sad to see it end. She was a magnificent woman with a world of artistic talent just waiting to be discovered. She had five very good paintings to take home with her. In the meantime, she had a job that would keep her in groceries even if it didn't give her the personal satisfaction she craved. For my part, I was just happy I got to spend some time with her. I wouldn't forget her soon.




Wandering Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Pattie

It's been a while since we visited with Lee Stephenson, a wandering man looking for a new life after his divorce. He began his travels with the most remarkable luck, spending the first two weeks with five different women, all of whom helped restore his bruised ego. In fact, for a while, Lee began to think of himself as blessed, if not invincible. Trust me, he isn't, as he found out over the next weeks. However, he didn't exactly "go cold" and he's still on the road to recovery. So, why don't we join him once again?

Wandering: Pattie

"Don't move. Stay right where you are," I whispered.

Her muscles relaxed and she slumped against my chest. We lay silent. There was no need for conversation. We had exclaimed our delight over the past half hour and swum in the pleasure of our shared passion. We had expressed our fulfillment at the completion of a flawless union. 

We lay there in the dark, the gentle rocking of the boat adding to our peaceful recovery. I pulled the comforter over us to ward off the chill beginning to seep into the cabin as nightfall became complete. A purr of satisfaction was mumbled into my chest as the lovely Pattie tried to worm her way even further into my body.

"I could stay here forever," she murmured.

"Uhmmm," I agreed.

My hands roamed over the naked body of my partner, touching gently with my fingertips as I stroked the back of her thighs, across her perfect, round bottom, finishing lightly on her spinal column. I could sense her reactions in my chest and abdomen as she responded to my touches. 

"I've never been fucked on a boat before," she mumbled.

"Likewise," I chuckled.

"I feel very good, very ... happy." Her muffled voice echoed the sentiment.

"Uhmmm," happy that she was happy. 

"What did you say your real name was?" She sounded half asleep.

"Leighton," I answered with a grin. 

"Sir Leighton ... my white knight. Thanks for saving me." Her voice was fading as she slipped further down the path of slumber.

"You're welcome. Now get some sleep." It wasn't an order, but she didn't take much convincing. She was out within seconds.

As the lovely, mysterious young woman snored lightly against my chest, my thoughts drifted back to how all this had come to pass. 

Weary from driving and exploring back roads, I had stopped in Sicamous for lunch yesterday. As I got out of the Subaru and stretched my cramped limbs, I noticed a large, new houseboat being loaded on a railroad flatcar. I stood and watched for a while as I regained my equilibrium. I looked about at the little lakeside town and decided it would do for my next destination.

My survey detected a large sign for houseboat rentals in the next block. I had forgotten how popular they were on Shushwap Lake and decided I would look into it after I had eaten. 

The Lakeside Bistro satisfied my lust for a greasy burger and fries, topped off with a decent strawberry milkshake. This was clearly a new definition for bistro. It was a retro-lunch if there ever was one. I paid the aging waitress, left a two dollar tip and sauntered out onto the street. The lunch was sitting in a lump in the bottom of my stomach, warning me not to make any sudden moves. 

I strolled slowly down the street toward the houseboat rental office and was about to open the front door when I noticed the sign in the window. Closed for lunch. Back at 1. I looked at my watch and saw I had a half hour to kill. A few yards away a lane led to the water and access to a dock where a half-dozen houseboats were tied up. Might as well have a look, I thought.

Since it was just me, I wouldn't need a big boat. There were two craft that looked to be in the mid-twenties in length and that would be more than enough. I peeked into the windows to get a look at the layout and soon determined I was looking at a floating camper. The cabinets and kitchen, bathroom and folding bed/lounges were the same as a dozen different campers I had seen. I should have guessed it. 

The superstructure was mounted on a flat platform with two aluminum pontoons and an outboard motor nested in the center of the stern. A two-station mechanical steering system was linked to the motor. Simple, but effective. Easily handled by one person. A small command bridge and an inboard wheelhouse on the main deck for poor weather made it suitable for my purposes. I was interested in doing a bit of exploration around the popular lake, and since it was pre-season I could possibly get a decent rate. The six boats tied to the dock indicated they weren't overwhelmed with customers.

"Hi ... can I help you?" It was a woman's voice. A young woman. I pushed myself back from my scan of the boat's interior and turned to the source of the question.

"Hi ... just looking. Thinking of renting one," I explained, squinting into the bright sun reflecting off the glassy lake. 

I looked the woman over as my eyes began to adjust. She was attractive, possibly mid-twenties, dressed in a black tank top and black shorts with black sneakers. Her left shoulder sported a large, multicolored tattoo of indeterminate design. It was partly masked by her developing tan. It was still early in June.

She appeared to be of average height and build, but her hips and ass however, were something else. They looked very mature, very round, and very lush.

"You work here?" 

"Yeah ... for now," she answered economically.

"OK then ... tell me about that one," I said, pointing at the second boat at the dock.

"Yeah, you can rent that. How long?"

"I dunno ... maybe a few days," I said, realizing I hadn't given much thought to what I wanted to do.

"Six fifty for four days, eight ninety-five for seven. Gas is extra." She didn't use a lot of unnecessary words. 

"OK ... let's talk," I said, moving toward her. 

She stood her ground, surveying me. "Ever been on one of these before?"

"Nope. But I do have some boat experience. Sail and power."

"OK, these are easy enough. Let's go in the office and wait for Chuck," she said, turning to lead me back to the front of the building.

"How many people?" she asked.

"Just me."

She turned and looked at me with a large question mark as an expression. "No shit?"

"No shit, just me," I grinned.

"You're not runnin' grass or anything stupid like that are you?" She was frowning and the question was serious.

"Nope. No funny business. Just getting away from things for a few days. Actually, for a few months," I said with a nod.

We stopped as she unlocked the door to the office and led me in. She walked behind the counter and pulled out large pad. It looked like a contract form. She lifted a credit card machine from below and plunked it down on the counter. All the while she had gone back to inspecting me. She was clearly suspicious. I guessed single rentals weren't that common.

"So ... what are you running from?" she asked out of the blue.

I was a bit startled. She was bold, and yet there was no hint of smart-ass. She was being careful with her curiosity. She genuinely did want to know, I thought.

"A bad marriage," I finally admitted.

"Oh, uhhhh ... sorry I asked," she looked away.

"No problem."

"How long?" she asked after a long silence, looking me right in the eyes.

"Ten years."

"Oh ... that sucks. That's a pain." She was sincere. She was unhappy that she had probed and touched a sore point.

"Now and then," I confessed. I sat down in the only available chair and waited for the arrival of Chuck, whoever he might be. I decided two could play at this quiz.

"Where are you from?"

"Somewhere else," she said after a brief pause.

"What are you running from?" I pressed.

She looked at me, deciding whether or not to answer my question. At some point, she made up her mind.

"A collection of assholes," she said with a straight face.

"The world's full of them."

"Yeah. My old man being the president of the club."

"You're from the east, aren't you?" It wasn't actually a question. Her slight accent was the giveaway.

"Not any more. Nothin' there for me and I hate winter," she said succinctly.

"Can't blame you." 

The door swung open and a fifty-something man with a full beard entered, nodding to me and smiling at the girl.

"This fella wants to rent 224, Chuck."

"OK ... you got some I.D., mister?" he asked, turning to me.

I pulled out my wallet and showed him my drivers license. He nodded.

"How long, Mr. Stephenson?" he asked.

"Four days ... to start with. Maybe seven if it's interesting," I said.

"OK ... we can do that. The season doesn't start for another two weeks, so you get the early rate. Did Pattie tell you about that?"

"Yes. Six-fifty for four days and eight ninety-five for seven, plus gas," I parroted.

"Yep. Credit card?"

I handed him my Visa and he ran it through. Within fifteen minutes I was back on the dock with Chuck and the girl and he was going over the controls as well as the mechanics of the kitchen, toilet, shower and bunks. It was all pretty straightforward, so I just needed to know where the anchor was stowed, the gas and water tanks located, and I would be set.

"Somewhere I can leave my car?" I asked.

"In back here," he answered. "No one will bother it."

I spent the next few minutes collecting the keys for the cabin doors, the ignition and moving my stuff from the Outback to the houseboat.

"Where you plannin' on goin'?" Chuck asked.

"I'll just cruise the lakeshore and see what's what. Drop anchor when and where I like and chill out," I volunteered.

He nodded. I didn't need to explain anything more.

"You know where the grocery store is? I need some stuff," I said, looking at them both.

"Askew's is up the road a quarter-mile," Pattie volunteered, pointing.

"Great. I'll take her out for a shakedown and then come back for supplies."

An hour later I was satisfied the boat was in good condition and the controls were serviceable. I had checked the lighting system, the fuel and water supply and the little propane fridge and stove for operation. Everything looked OK. The Yamaha outboard started on the first turn and the steering, throttle and transmission were free and positive. I was satisfied.

I locked up after Pattie helped me dock and I drove to the local grocery store. It wasn't big, but it had what I needed. I had made a survey of the houseboat supplies and knew what was on board and what wasn't. I made a list on my shakedown cruise and was in and out of Askew's in short order.

In less than an hour, I had purchased my supplies and stowed them aboard the boat. I was ready to go.

"Do cell phones work on this lake?" I asked Pattie.

"Yah ... at least to Salmon Arm," she said pointing west. "Not so much up north, though."

"OK ... thanks. I'll see you in a few days, I guess," I said.

"Hope so. Don't do anything foolish," she grinned.

She cast off the lines and I carefully backed out of the docking area and onto the lake. I waved to the young woman and turned the wheel full starboard and moved off into the lake. I didn't have a specific destination, but there were so many little towns dotted along the various shores of the two big arms of Shuswap Lake that I didn't worry about it. The boat featured a good marine chart of the area and it would guide me into safe anchorages.

I decided on heading west into Salmon Arm to begin with. There were plenty of locations to visit and plenty of mooring opportunities so I wouldn't have to worry about places to stop and relax. I tuned in a local FM station in Salmon Arm and motored quietly up the south side of the lake. The scenery was spectacular, but I must have been jaded by my time in the Rockies. As beautiful as it was, I was becoming accustomed to it. 

The sun wouldn't set until well after nine, but fatigue was beginning to overtake me and I decided that an hour of running would be enough. I began to look for a bay or cove to anchor overnight. It didn't take long and after rehearsing my anchor set-and-retrieval procedure from earlier boating experience, I found a likely spot and dropped the hook.

It was quiet. No wind and an almost cloudless sky. A good start I thought. I walked through the cabin and took the cover off the propane barbeque situated on the stern deck. Something easy ... steak, baked potato, salad and some red wine. 

As I finished the meal, I began to appreciate how tired I was. There was still daylight at almost ten in the evening, but I was beginning to fade fast. The wine had no doubt hastened that along. I stripped off most of my clothes, pulled on a t-shirt and crawled into the main bunk. In seconds, I was asleep.

For the first time in weeks, I had a single dream. The characters were all familiar. My old boss, Brian; my ex-wife Jocelyn; my father and mother; Constance, the mature temptress who had initiated my rehabilitation; and Beth Jorgenson, Brian's personal assistant ... my most recent lover. It was Beth who seemed to be the focal point of the dream. I couldn't make out what was going on, but they were all yelling at me. Encouraging me to do something ... but what? Beth was their leader, but for what?

I awoke in the middle of the pitch-black night and carefully shuffled to the small bathroom toilet. I emptied my bladder cautiously without turning on the light, and then made my way back to the bunk, only lightly stubbing my toe on a kick-board. I lay on my back, trying to understand what the dream was about. I looked at my sport watch, pushing the light bar. Three fifteen. The sky would begin to lighten in less than two hours. Fuck! I needed the rest. I rolled over and eventually fell into a restless sleep.

I seldom remember my dreams. They are usually vivid, but confused, and I can't very often remember the details. Normally, the dreams were multiple and my limited awareness of them the next morning was a jumble; mostly a mish-mash of all of them without any continuity or reason. When I awoke that morning, I could remember the first dream. I remembered all the people in it and I remembered Beth most of all. Freud would have had fun with this.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower. I had thought of a quick swim in the lake, but one test of the water temperature with my hand told me my heart wasn't strong enough to withstand the shock of the cold water. I opted for the tiny shower enclosure instead. 

By nine o'clock, I had pretty much recovered from my restless night, and fortified with a couple of cups of coffee I was ready to resume my cruise. I toasted a bagel and gulped down a glass of orange juice, topping the whole thing off with a banana. I was fairly certain I would make it until noon.

Sometime after ten-thirty, I spotted a semi-submerged log just ahead and made a quick turn to starboard to avoid it. As I spun the wheel, I heard a bang and suddenly the steering was frozen. Try as I might, I could only move the wheel an inch or two. I killed the engine. I was a couple hundred yards from shore, so I wasn't in any immediate danger, but I needed to find out what the problem was pronto.

I walked back to the engine bay and checked the cable connections to the yoke on the motor. Nothing looked out of place, but there was no moving the cables and the engine was cocked at a thirty degree angle. The only place I was going was around in circles unless I could free up the steering. 

I reckoned the cables were either underneath the floor or along the side of the platform. I began to look for access panels. I started in the front at the wheelhouse, intending to work backward to the motor systematically. I didn't need to. I found a hatch beneath the pilot's chair on the lower deck and opened it. I used my flashlight to survey what I could see and it only took a couple of minutes to determine the problem.

A die-cast pulley had broken and the cable it guided had slipped down to the inside of the mounting bracket, pinching itself between the hub of the broken pulley and the bracket. Naturally, the pulley was just out of my reach, but at least I knew where the problem was. I withdrew from the hatch and stood up, cursing loudly for anyone to hear. 

I gave it some thought and then began a search of the boat to see what I could use as a tool to free up the cable and get the steering centered. As I walked around the upper deck, I noticed a long boat-hook clipped to the roof, and having a close look at it, I noticed it was a two-piece construction. Two screws held the aluminum shaft together and I set about looking for a Phillips-head screwdriver. No such luck!

I searched the kitchen utensils and found a stout knife that might just be strong enough to move the screws if they weren't corroded into place. I didn't hold out much hope, but I had to try. 

Some days, the gods are with you, some days they aren't. Today was a good day. I carefully inserted the knife into the screw head, and holding the shaft steady, I began to apply counterclockwise pressure on the screw. Wonder of wonders, it moved. Fifteen sweaty minutes later the two screws were out. I separated the eight-foot boat-hook and at last had a useable length of bar that I could fit into the small hatchway.

I had no way to reduce the tension on the cables, which made my task that much more difficult. It took a half-hour to pry the cable loose from its trapped position and snap it over the broken pulley. I was soaked in sweat and in a foul mood. This wasn't the cruise I had in mind.

I pulled myself out of the hatch and immediately went to the little fridge for a beer. Wiping my face and neck with a towel, I took a time-out to regain my composure and decide what came next. By the time I'd inhaled the beer, I was thinking a little more clearly. I walked back to the motor. This time, I was able to center it, but testing the steering in the wheelhouse, I had very little control over the direction the motor would be aimed.

I was at least three or four hours from the Sicamous dock I had started from yesterday and it was nearing noon. I had to get myself back there somehow, so I took the only option I could think of. I would steer the motor by using the yoke. I wouldn't have a lot of left-right slack, but at least I could keep it straight, and by disconnecting the linkages to the shifter and power, I could control forward, reverse, neutral and throttle.

I flipped open my cell phone and dialed the number on the dashboard noted under "In Case of Emergency." Someone actually answered and it was Pattie.

"Pattie, it's me, Lee Stephenson," I announced.

"Oh. Hi Lee. How's the cruise?" she asked cheerily.

"Not so hot," I said with a snarl.

"What's the problem?" She sounded worried.

"I have a steering problem and I'm going to have to bring the boat back using my hands on the motor. There's a broken pulley and I'm going to need help docking when I get back." I was beginning to lighten up. Pattie wasn't the cause of this problem.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I'll get Chuck and you can tell him what the problem is. When do you figure you'll be back?" she asked, still sounding concerned.

"I dunno ... maybe four or five o'clock. I'll call on the cell when I get close."

"OK ... I'll be here. If you run into trouble, call me. I'll bring a boat out to get you," she said.

"Thanks, Pattie. I think I'll be OK, but I'll call and let you know if anything else goes haywire."

I quickly explained what had happened to Chuck and then got ready to move. I turned up the FM radio station to provide some music and entertainment while I began the long slow trip back to Sicamous. This was not what I had in mind for the next four days. I was pissed and I didn't mind sharing my bad mood.

I got back to Sicamous just after four. I was tired and my shoulders were aching from keeping the houseboat on a reasonably straight course. The big problem was visibility. I had to keep standing up to make sure I was on the heading I wanted and then twisting to watch my wake to see that it was straight as well. When I could at last see the dock, I was beat -- grateful that this little adventure would be over with in a few minutes.




Wandering Ch. 05



I phoned the office and once again Pattie answered.

"I can see you, Lee. I'm going to come out in the runabout and I'll guide you in. Just sit tight and wait for me, OK?" Pattie was giving me a sense of confidence. She was surprisingly calm and organized for a young, inexperienced woman.

I slipped the motor into idle and then into neutral and drifted toward the dock. Within a minute, I saw the powerboat leave the dock and head directly toward me. She had clearly been prepared for my arrival.

When she got along side, she threw me a line and I grabbed it in midair. 

"Drop the bumpers over this side so I can bring you in a little closer," she said as she came alongside. "I'm going to herd you from here and we'll pull in at the end of the dock to make it easier." She had thought this all out. I smiled at her cool handling of the situation. This girl was more than she appeared.

"Got it," I acknowledged. "I'll slip it into forward but leave it in idle until we're close, OK?"

"Yup!" She eased the runabout into the bumpers on the port side of the houseboat and began to force the bulky craft to crab sideways. She had the technique down pat. I slipped the Yamaha into neutral as we got within twenty feet of the dock and let her push me the last bit. We scuffed the side of the dock gently and I jumped off and quickly secured a line from the bow to the big cleat on the dock. I tied off the stern and breathed a sigh of relief. I was back.

"Nicely done, Pattie," I said with a big, tired smile.

"Thanks." She returned the smile shyly. "Chuck went up to the boatyard to get a new pulley. He'll get it fixed for you by morning. Sorry about the problem, Lee." I knew she meant what she said. I was too stiff and sore to debate about what the compensation should be, but I thought all things considered, it was just bad luck. 

"Nothing to worry about, Pattie. No one got hurt. I'm tired from manhandling the boat, so I'm going to have a shower and then a nap. I'll talk to Chuck in a few minutes, OK?"

"Yeah ... sure," she said, squinting into the sun as she looked me over. "If you're looking for a good place to eat, try Modine's. Pub food, but good."

"Thanks. What's the nightlife like around here?" I asked.

She laughed. "Nightlife? Well, there's the Pirate's Cove Inn and the kids usually hang out at Pinocchio's. It's Tuesday, so I don't think 'The Cove' will be very busy, but you never know. I'm headin' over there later. Maybe I'll see you," she grinned.

"Maybe. We'll see," I said noncommittally. "Thanks again for your help. You did a great job guiding me in." I meant it. She handled herself very well for a young woman in a new job. 

"Where did you learn that?" I asked. 

"You'd be surprised at how often we have to go rescue someone. Usually just stupid stuff, but in your case, it was trickier. Anyway, I learned in a hurry," she grinned again.

"I can see that. Just the same ... well done. I'm impressed," I said.

"Thanks. See you later, maybe."

I smiled as I walked up to the office to see Chuck. It took very little time for me to explain what had happened and Chuck, guessing the problem, had already obtained a replacement pulley and bracket from the plant on the north end of town. I walked back to the boat with him and showed him where the broken part was located and he nodded.

"It'll be tomorrow morning before I can get this done. I've got to take up the deck to get at it. I can give you another craft or I can give you the extra three days at no charge. Will that be OK?"

"Yeah ... the extra days ... that's more than fair. Can I sleep on the boat tonight?"

"Sure. I won't bother you too early tomorrow morning," he chuckled.

"OK then, I'll take the extra days. That means I don't have to move my stuff and start all over again." I was right, it was more than fair. I wondered what would have happened if it had broken down during the peak season and all their equipment was booked.

Chuck provided a power cord to the boat while I was at the dock and I was set for the night. I wasn't in the mood to cook, and I needed a shower and a change after the exertion of getting the boat moving and back to the dock. I set about rectifying that.

By six that afternoon, I was showered, shaved and changed, feeling much better than I had two hours earlier. I decided to stroll around town and find someplace for supper and then determine what I'd do for the rest of the evening. I didn't want to spend it on a boat, tied to a dock.

I was lucky immediately. I found what looked like a fairly new pub right on the lakefront just three blocks from the boat and checked out the menu at the front door. It looked OK, so I stepped inside to scope it out and I was pleasantly surprised at the surroundings. Large picture windows framed a beautiful view of the lake and mountains to the north. The décor was indeterminate-modern. A postage stamp-sized dance floor was pushed against a small stage at one end of the big room. A live band was advertised for later.

This would do just fine. I looked at the menu cover and it was titled "Modine's."

In the past two months, I had covered a good portion of eastern British Columbia, particularly the Rocky Mountain trench and north. My unbelievable luck in finding willing women had ultimately proven to be just that; unbelievable. Since Beth had left to go back to her home in Vancouver in early April, I was wandering aimlessly. At first, it didn't bother me. I was expecting my incredible "streak" to end. I assumed it was just a matter of timing and circumstances; it would all correct itself in time.

By the third week, I had still not made a connection with any woman, and in fact, I hadn't even had very many opportunities. I began to laugh at myself for my arrogance. Was I expecting them to fall into my arms? After all, isn't that what had happened in the first two weeks? Staying at B & B's wasn't conducive to bringing lady-friends back to my room, so I was automatically handicapping myself. 

On the other hand, I began to re-examine myself again. I had lived a sheltered life for the most part. Jocelyn, my ex-wife, was actually the only woman I had been with over any length of time. The longest, before or after her was Beth, and that was less than a week. I could hardly consider myself experienced. Nonetheless, the changes to me in the past three months were significant. 

I was, I thought, confident in myself, perhaps for the first time. I wasn't worried about where my next meal or next job or even my next bedmate would come from. I was a bit self-absorbed, I admit. Conceit born of success, although short-lived to be sure. I assumed the next woman that was genuinely available would naturally fall to me as surely as the sun would rise in the east. Now that's arrogance!

My thoughts and dreams frequently slipped back to memories of Beth. She had produced a more profound affect on me than I was originally willing to admit. She was a powerful, talented, voluptuous woman that any man would lust after. Many already did. What gave me the idea that she would commit herself to someone as non-descript as me? Fantasizing? Probably.

For the past while, my life had become a blur, recent events further confusing my already disoriented psyche. I had no doubt that the effect of the women had been positive. I was also in no doubt that I would seek out someone with whom I would spend my next years. If I was lucky, perhaps for long enough to restore my faith in marriage. 

But then again, should I even bother with marriage? My first attempt had ended in failure after ten years. There was no cataclysmic event or sudden startling revelation. It died slowly and surely, as if stricken by a cancer of the soul. We parted friends, but I was demoralized by having dedicated ten important years of my life to a lost cause. This trip was the beginning of what I hoped was my new life. So far, so good!

As my thoughts returned to the present, I was staring into the bottom of my beer stein. I don't know how long I had been sitting on the bar stool, lost in my reverie. At last, I became aware of the young bartender speaking.

"Another dark ale, sir?" he asked politely.

I shook my head and looked up at him. He had a disarming smile and his eyes sparkled. He liked his job and he was being patient with me. 

"Uhhhmmm, yeah, please ... and a menu?"

He reached for a thick book on top of a pile of others at the end of the bar and passed it to me.

"The specials are on the blackboard," he said, pointing behind him. "If you have any questions, just ask," he smiled again.

"Thanks." I looked around the pub and noticed there weren't very many people seated. It was just past six thirty, and as Pattie had said, there wasn't much going on Tuesdays. I didn't mind. The TV on the wall behind the bar had a baseball game. Hockey had only just finished with the Stanley Cup. I didn't mind watching the ballgame. You didn't have to pay close attention. It was just a pastime.

I must have been looking at the menu for several minutes before realizing I hadn't remembered anything I had seen. I snapped it closed and looked up to the blackboard at the specials. Item two was a pulled-pork sandwich with fries and salad. I hadn't enjoyed that southern treat in a long time. I didn't need the menu any more.

My second ale arrived and I ordered the sandwich, relaxing to watch the ballgame until my meal arrived. I was vaguely aware of someone climbing onto the barstool beside me, but I didn't turn my head to look. It was the scent that alerted me.

"You took my advice," her soft voice said. She had leaned into me and spoken into my ear. It was almost a whisper, but not quite.

"What can I get you, Pattie?" The young bartender had appeared from nowhere directly in front of the woman.

"Usual, Barry, thanks," she said, turning back to me.

"Yeah, I did, but more by accident to tell the truth," I replied.

She had changed her clothes and had become a different woman. A white blouse with embroidered patterns at the shoulders, a denim skirt of very short length and a pair of slip-on shoes. Her hair, previously in a tight bun at the back of her neck, was loose and falling about her shoulders. It was black and shone in the bar's halogen spotlights. She looked very sexy and I was immediately interested.

"You look very nice, Pattie," I complimented her.

"Thanks, you clean up pretty good yourself," she smiled. She had a great smile. Nice white, even teeth and lovely brown eyes. Flawless complexion and minimal makeup. A perfect combination.

Barry the bartender appeared with dark red drink in a tall glass, almost completely filled with ice.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Campari and soda. Barry talked me into trying one a while ago and I liked it," she admitted.

Barry was hovering near the two of us, causing me to wonder if he had designs on Pattie. No need to get him upset, I thought. When at last he wandered off to the far end of the bar, I had my opportunity.

"Barry acts like he has a thing for you," I suggested.

"He does, but it isn't mutual," she answered quickly.

"Does he know that?"

"Yup. So does his very pregnant wife," she said with a bit more emphasis.

"Oh. Good ... I mean ... good he knows the score," I stammered.

Pattie turned a looked at me with a crooked smile. 

"Bullshit," she almost whispered again. "You just want to know how many obstacles are in the way between you and me." She spoke with such conviction that I could only nod my agreement. Was I that transparent? Apparently so.

"You've been giving me the 'eye' since we met on the dock yesterday. I know that look. The hungry-man look. You've been going without ... maybe since the divorce and now you're getting interested again. I can tell. It doesn't bother me," she finished.

She had been speaking in such a low voice that I was sure neither Barry nor anyone else nearby could have overheard the conversation. I wasn't about to confess my activities of the recent past while she was clearing the path for us.

"Have you had supper yet?" I asked.

"Nope. That's why I'm here. Pulled pork night," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Funny you should mention that. I just ordered mine. Why don't we make it two ... my treat," I suggested with a grin.

"Are you trying to get into my pants?" she asked with a wrinkled brow.

I looked at her for what felt like a long time. "Yes ... yes I am," I admitted.

"Well ... I've always been a sucker for an honest man," she grinned. "That doesn't mean you'll succeed, mister."

"Yeah, but ... no surprises, no bullshit, and no hidden agenda."

She nodded and signaled for Barry, ordering "the usual" and knowing it would be the pork. She asked him to bring them together and he nodded, looking a bit disappointed.

"So, what do you do for a living, Lee?" she asked as the meals arrived.

"I was an insurance investigator. I checked out claims and made sure they were legitimate. Not all of them, of course. Just the big ones or the ones that looked fishy."

"That would be interesting. You said 'was.' Did you quit?" she asked directly. No beating around the bush with this girl.

"Yeah. It went hand-in-hand with the divorce. I needed a break and some time to decide what came next in my life. I have a job waiting for me in Vancouver with a private detective agency if and when I want it." I was once again surprised how easily I was able to talk about my current life.

"Wow. A private eye, huh?" she said in surprise.

"Yeah ... but no guns and no car chases and no dames on the side. Just good old-fashioned grunt work. Not quite as glamorous as the movies and TV make it out to be." I don't think she believed me.

"Just the same ... a private eye. I've never met one before."

"You still haven't. I'm not there yet. Still have to go through training and licensing. Nothing's guaranteed," I said.

"Do they teach you how to fight?" she asked, clearly fascinated at my future profession.

"Self defense ... that's it. We spend more time on how to legally gather evidence that will hold up in court and how to follow people without being noticed. That's about as glamorous as it gets," I suggested.

"Do you need a 'Girl Friday?'" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm not there yet, remember," I laughed. "You want to apply?"

"Damn right! What do I have to do?" she said, fully concentrating on our conversation.

"I haven't a clue. I can give you the name of the company and the people you can talk to about it, but not much more," I admitted.

"Yes please!" she jumped.

I pulled one of Pete Dennison's cards out of my wallet and passed it to her. 

She looked at it and her eyes grew bigger. "Is this guy a friend?" she asked.

"Yeah. We worked together on some industrial fraud cases when he was a city cop and later when he went to Orca. You'd like him, but I have to warn you, he doesn't look anything like a private investigator. His nickname is "High School" because of his youthful appearance. Just don't let it fool you. He's very good at his job." 

I watched her face as she continued to stare at the business card. She was entranced by the concept. She had little hope of becoming an investigator, but I wasn't about to fire-hose her dream. Barry appeared again with our meals.

We ate in silence for next few minutes. It wasn't the best pulled pork sandwich I'd ever had, but it was pretty good. The hands-down best went to a little restaurant south of the D.C.-Virginia line called "The Dixie Pig." Just the same, I hadn't had one in a long time and I was enjoying it.

"So Pattie, I don't know your last name," I said, hoping to begin another conversation.

"Monahan," she replied after she'd swallowed a mouthful of sandwich. "Old Toronto Irish," she explained.

"And Pattie is short for Patricia?" I guessed.

"Yup. My old man wanted a boy. It would have been Patrick. Too bad for him and too bad for me. I don't think he ever accepted my coming out a girl," she said with a touch of derision.

"I take it that you and your father are estranged," I suggested.

"That's the polite word for it," she spat, turning to look at me. I had stepped across some line I shouldn't have.

"I'm sorry, Pattie ... I know ... it's none of my business," I admitted.

Her face softened and a small smile replaced the flash of anger. "It's OK. You can't help it. You're a detective, remember," she said lightly.

I snorted my reply and went back to finishing my salad. We ate in silence for a couple of minutes.

"He was a classic Irish drunk," she said out of nowhere. "He killed my mother and then he tried to replace her with me. I got out before anything ugly happened, but I won't forgive or forget," she snarled.

"I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have been so nosey." I felt like shit. She was a nice young woman and clearly suffering from a bad parental situation. I'd seen plenty of them before. Alcohol, abuse, abandonment, the whole spectrum of destructive behavior. The innocent victims were just that -- innocent.

"Let's find something more pleasant to talk about," she suggested.

"I'm for that. How long have you been in Sicamous?" I asked.

"A year. I got here late May last year and found this job when the guy who was supposed to work with Chuck didn't show up. He was a drunk too, and according Chuck, very unreliable. Chuck had hired him years ago and felt loyal to him, but being a no-show was a no-no, so he hired me when I showed him I could do the job." 

"And you plan to head for the coast this fall?"

"Yeah ... I suppose. I would like to stop in and see those people at Orca Investigations. I might have something to offer them," she said vaguely. I wondered idly what she meant.

"How do you like this job?" I asked.

"Fine. It gives me lots of time to study, and I can work here at Modine's when the 'seasonals' all go home for the winter."

"What are you studying?"

"Accounting and business management. Distance learning at Ryerson. I get everything online."

"Good for you. How close to your degree?"

"I already have it. This is just some extras I wanted," she said, again with that matter-of-fact tone.

"So ... what do you want to do when you're finished the extras?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I told you. I want something like what you're going to do. I'd love to investigate things ... you know ... go looking for the facts, the truth. I've been taking forensic accounting at BCIT. Tracking down the crooks with numbers," she laughed.

"Hey ... I didn't know you had so much education. Maybe there is something Pete or his boss can find for you," I said. 

"We'll see. I hope so. I want to do something interesting with my education. I've been on hold for too many years. I need to get on with my life," she said seriously.

I laughed. "You're way too young to be worrying about that yet."

She looked at me with a frown. "How old do you think I am?" she asked sternly.

"Oh shit, not that game again. You know there is no good answer to that question," I moaned.

"Come on, Mr. Hot-shot Detective. How old?"

I slapped my hand over my mouth and groaned. I knew she wouldn't relent until I pushed out a number. Too big and she'd be pissed off, too small and she'd think I didn't take her seriously. "Twenty-five," I surrendered.

"Twenty-eight," she said, still with the sober, serious visage.

"No shit?" I said, surprised.

"No shit."

"Lucky lady. You're going to look great when you're ..." I stopped myself. I was about to pull the pin on a grenade. Dumb-ass, I remonstrated myself. When in a hole, stop digging!

She laughed. The moment of tension was broken and we were back on good terms. No permanent damage.

"So now I know you're no green kid and you have a college education and you have ambition. Now for the tough questions," I smiled. "Can you dance?"




Wandering Ch. 05



The band had started up and I was much more energized than an hour ago. I'd quit the introspection in favor of being with an attractive woman. Time for seduction mode, I decided.

She didn't answer, but she matched my grin with hers and slid off the stool, holding her hand out to me. I joined her and we walked to the dance floor. We were the only couple at that point, but I didn't care. I just wanted to watch her move. 

She was intent on giving a performance for me. She slinked and slithered and slipped around me as she moved to the beat of the three piece group. I recognized the tune, but couldn't name it. I was too interested in staying with Pattie as she made sure I understood her message. I think everyone in the room got the message.

The band had started with a couple of upbeat numbers, but then shifted down into a nice slow, romantic piece and we moved into each other. I felt my arousal growing and I expected she could as well, but I didn't try to hide it and she didn't react to it. I could smell the aroma of her shampoo, mixed with her natural scent. Intoxicating, stimulating, yet subtle and very sexy. 

We held each other closely and we were hardly moving as we swayed to the music. Several other couples had joined us on the small floor and thus we were less conspicuous. When the band took a break several songs later, we moved ourselves to a table and ordered another round. 

We continued talking, but I couldn't remember much of it. I was entranced by this dark, intriguing woman. She was confident and yet vulnerable. I wondered about her teenage years and how she got from there to here and collected a degree in the process. It had taken a few years longer than normal, but what obstacles had she overcome? Her comment about her father would have been a key to that answer.

Sometime after ten, two big, rough-looking fellows came into the pub and sat at a table near us. It appeared they had already taken on a fair amount of liquor, but they were looking for more. They looked like construction workers and clearly hadn't bothered to change from their work clothes before coming into the pub. 

Barry the bartender had gone off shift an hour or so after we ate and the new guy looked older and a little less in the mood for fun. I saw him say something to the waitress before she came over to see the two new customers and she nodded her head.

When she approached the table, I could tell she was looking them over carefully, trying to decide if she would serve them. She must have chosen to go ahead because she appeared to ask them what they wanted and they told her. She walked back to the bar, stopping for a moment to say something to the bartender. 

I stopped paying attention to them when the band returned and I got up and asked Pattie to dance. She smiled and was up immediately, following me to the dance floor. We stayed out there for another four of five songs before the call of nature began to impose itself on me. I took Pattie back to our table and excused myself, heading for the washroom. Three pints of beer tend to do that.

When I made my way back to our table, the two big guys were standing there, leaning over Pattie. She didn't look happy. I was pretty sure she didn't invite them, so I walked over and interrupted.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. Is there something I can help you with?" I asked politely.

"Fuck no. We were asking this lady if she wanted to join us at our table. We figured she'd be much happier sitting with real men instead of a wimp like you," he sneered. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from several feet away. I'm sure it must have almost overpowered Pattie since their faces had been inches from hers.

"Well, what does the lady have to say about that?" I asked, barely able to maintain a civil tone.

"Who gives a fuck. She'll come when she's told to." He was having trouble standing without weaving.

I turned to the bartender to get his attention. I didn't need to. He nodded and I could see him reach for the phone under the bar. 

"Tell you what guys. You really don't want any trouble with the police, and forcing this young lady to do something she doesn't want to do could be a very, very big mistake." I couldn't make my warning any more clear. 

"Fuck off, pussy," was the slurred reply.

"No ... you fuck off, asshole," Pattie snapped. "The last thing I want is to have anything to do with you two drunken clowns." She wasn't happy with them.

They looked down at her, bleary-eyed and weaving. 

"Come on, you're coming with us. Were gonna' have some fun," the larger one said, reaching for Pattie's arm. 

I wasn't sure if or when the cops were going to arrive, but I knew I couldn't let them man-handle Pattie. I also wasn't sure if I could get any help from the bartender, but I had to do something now. I reached out and grabbed the shirt collar of the smaller guy, yanking him back toward me and kicking his legs out from under him. He went down like a sack of cement. 

I turned to the bigger guy and moved around the table behind Pattie. I put one hand on her left shoulder and the other on the back of her chair. I gave her one clear instruction.

"When I say 'go,' go!" I wasn't watching her and I had no idea if she acknowledged me or not. The big guy was still weaving, trying to figure out what I was up to while the smaller guy was trying to pick himself up of the floor but not having much success.

"Go!" I shouted as I yanked Pattie's chair back. She moved like a cat and ran towards the bar. The big guy turned as if to follow her and as he did, I shoved the table as hard as I could. The square corner of the top hit him in the hip, and then his crotch, and he went down. 

I was about to consider making for the exit with Pattie when both the bartender and the local RCMP showed up. The barkeep had what looked to be nightstick in his hand and was clearly contemplating using it on the skull of the first guy to cause any more trouble. The RCMP constables put an end to that.

We hung around for a few minutes while one of the constables took our statements. The two louts were cuffed and taken off to the local holding cell for the night. Drunk and disorderly would likely be the charges. Pattie and I looked at each other and began to laugh. I guess it was a release of tension, but it was all so stupidly bizarre and comedic. We decided that was enough for now.

"You're a fun date, you know," I laughed as we walked outside into the cool night air.

"I didn't know it was a date," she said smiling. "If it was, it was the most adventuresome I've had. Those two idiots kind of scared me though. They were just drunk enough to do something very stupid," she said seriously.

"Yes. I think you're right. They had me worried too. They looked like a couple of tough characters. I wouldn't have wanted to deal with them sober," I admitted.

"It didn't stop you," she said, looking at me with her lovely smile. "You did what you had to and kept things from getting out of hand. The damsel in distress has been saved."

"We've kind of had our evening messed up. I wanted to dance with you some more," I confessed.

"You just wanted me close, holding me ... right?" she challenged as she moved toward me.

"Yes ... that's exactly what I wanted." I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her as she sagged into my body. The nervous energy of the last few minutes was slowly dissolving and I felt the passion building. She must have sensed it too.

"Why don't we go down to the boat? No one will bother us there," she said softly.

I took her hand, wrapping my other arm around her shoulder, and pulled her to my side as we walked slowly down the street toward the dock. We didn't talk, but a lot of information was being exchanged over those three blocks. Whether it was the fear, adrenalin, alcohol, or something else, we were about to change our relationship.

I unlocked the door of the houseboat and flicked on the lights. Pattie pulled the curtains and I dimmed most of the lights to give us some sense of atmosphere. 

"Would you like something?" I asked.

"Yes ... you," she said without hesitation.

"I think I have lots of that," I smiled, reaching for her.

We were undressed in seconds and quickly in the already made-up double bed. Pattie appeared to be tense from our previous adventure, so I tried to slow the pace and involve her in foreplay. She was having none of it. 

"Don't make me wait ... please, Lee," she implored. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn't going to be patient this time. 

I stroked the tip of my now-leaking cock along her slit to provide some lubrication. It took only seconds to determine that she was ready, willing and able to have me enter her and so I did. Slowly at first, and then progressively deeper with each measured stroke. She was arching her back as I moved into her. She tried to take even more of me. It wasn't long before I was fully enveloped in her tight, hot center. 

I stopped for a moment to give her a chance to settle, but she didn't appear to need or want that. She slapped my ass as she grabbed a handful of gluteus maximus, pulling me urgently into her even further, all the while thrusting her hips upward in a determined bid to spear herself on my cock.

It was frantic and fantastic, electric and uncontrolled. All the fear and tension of the earlier confrontation exploded into her wild, tormented gyrations. I hung on as best I could, but it couldn't last forever. I was about to warn her of my coming when she roared her release, her back forming a rigid arc from her head to her heels, suspending me on this bridge of flesh. She must have held me there for several seconds before she collapsed with me crashing down upon her, unable to protect her. I heard a loud "ooohmmph" as I landed. I prayed I hadn't hurt her.

"You OK?" I gasped.

"Oh shit ... what happened?" she moaned.

"Did I hurt you? I landed right on you," I apologized.

"You did? I didn't notice, I guess." She was panting and slowly regaining her senses. I didn't appear to have hurt her.

"That was amazing. Now I know what 'awesome' really means," she laughed softly between gasps.

"You were pretty charged up. The adrenalin and everything, I guess."

"Hey ... I can feel you. You're still there. Didn't you come yet?" she asked as her hand probed my still-rigid member.

"No problem. It won't go bad," I laughed.

"Oh ... that means I can have another, doesn't it?" she grinned, and she rolled her leg over me. 

"I guess it does, but how about you on top and that way I can't fall on you again," I chuckled.

"I don't know. If you can make me come like you just did, you can fall on me any time you like," she said grinning.

"I think that was mostly you. I was just the stick stirring the pot." 

"Yeah, but what a nice stick."

She rose on all fours and then slithered down my body until she reached my manhood. She took it in her hand and examined it for a moment and then lowered her head and took me in her mouth. For the next five minutes, she treated me to the most loving, careful oral sex I had ever experienced. I was hard again and once more I had to warn her.

"I'm close, Pattie. Do what you want to do. Don't worry about me," I croaked in a strained voice.

She continued to lick and suck and tease and stroke for few seconds before rising up and mounting me, aiming my rigid cock into her very wet, hot pussy. I didn't expect to last a single stroke, but I was wrong. It wasn't long, but at least it wasn't immediate. I let go after warning her again and she maintained her position, her eyes watching mine, a smile on her face. She was enjoying herself a great deal and I enjoyed providing her fulfillment.

We managed a third time after I had applied my oral skills to her and she to me once more. We couldn't duplicate the explosive orgasm she experienced in the beginning, but it didn't matter. We were both happy and satisfied.

"Can you stay?" I asked hopefully.

"Hmmm, that would be nice," she murmured. "I'll make breakfast. What time do you have to start work?"

"I don't. I get the next two days off," she said, lifting her head to look at me.

"Well then, what about spending them with me?" I asked carefully.

"Love to," was her straightforward reply.

"I'll get some Campari at the store tomorrow and we'll be set. I've got lots of supplies for the next few days."

"I need to get some stuff from my place before we go. Girl stuff, you know?" 

"Yeah. No rush, we'll just meander up the lake and go wherever we want," I said.

She was lying on my chest, drowsy from our exertions and the excitement of the earlier confrontation. 

The next morning, I woke at seven, later than I had been used to in the past month. Pattie was curled up with her back to me, my arm over her hip, and my hand cupping her lovely breast as she slept. I thought back over the previous evening and our decision to spend the next two days together. I was happy about that. She was a delight to be with and I wanted to know more about her. I wondered if she would ever tell me ... tell anyone ... about her past. I made a trip to both the grocery store and the liquor store while Chuck fixed the steering and Pattie went home for clothes and toiletries. She returned just before ten and a few minutes later we cast off.

The next two days were wonderful and I hated to head back to the dock on Friday to drop Pattie off. We had laughed and loved and talked about everything we could think of. I told her about my marriage and why I ended it. I told her about my first two weeks of debauchery, but not in any detail. I did let her know that I looked at it as therapy and that it had been a benefit to my mental state. She seemed to understand and accept that. We didn't pretend we would be faithful to each other or that we had a future beyond this encounter, but we did promise to stay in touch with each other, at least by e-mail.

Pattie let me into her past a little, but still held back the gory details and the issues surrounding her relationship with her father. I was convinced she would be successful at whatever she put her mind to. She had that sense of dedication that wouldn't let anything stop her if it was within her reach. I would happily phone Pete Dennison and tell him about her. I expected they would give her a fair hearing. 

When I dropped Pattie off at the dock, it was with disappointment. I knew that the remaining three days were not going to be as pleasurable as the previous two. On top of that, it looked like it might rain.

I was back where I started; alone again. I shouldn't complain, I said to myself. I had two days and three nights with a wonderful young woman and like my other encounters earlier, I wouldn't easily forget her. Some guys never get that much in their entire lives. Color yourself lucky, Lee Stephenson.

When I pulled up to the dock on Sunday afternoon, Pattie was standing there waiting for me. I was delighted. She was exactly the tonic I needed to finish my cruise. I jumped off the boat to tie off the forward line to the dock cleat while Pattie handled the stern. In seconds we were in each other's arms. I saw Chuck watching from the office window. I swore he had a smile on his face.

"I'm not going anywhere until tomorrow. I'll get a motel room. Care to join me for dinner and 'afters?'" I blurted out in a stream.

She laughed. I was like a teenager with a crush on the cheerleader and didn't know how to handle himself.

"Yeah, I guess," she smiled, her head cocked and her eyes squinting at me.

I was hoping I'd have another chance to be with her and it looked like I was in luck.

"I can't stay the night, though," she said seriously. "I've got an exam tomorrow and I need to be prepared."

"Can you stay for a little while?" I must have sounded like I was begging. I was.

"Sure, for you," she smiled. 

"Do we dare try Modine's again?" I asked.

She laughed again. "Well, you know what they say about lightning striking twice in the same place."

"Modine's it is then. Six o'clock?"

"Six thirty. Let me go home and get cleaned up first."

"Six thirty. I'll be there." I leaned over and kissed her, my hand brushing her breast, and she responded. I was back on that high she so easily created in me.

"See you then," she smiled, turning to head back to the boat. 

I had already packed my stuff and leftover food in the two plastic storage tubs I kept in the car and placed them on a dolly to transport them up to my car. Five minutes later I was in the office with Chuck, signing off on my Visa and getting a receipt.

"No more problems, Mr. Stephenson?"

"Nope ... everything went fine. It's very lovely up here. It's my first time on Shuswap," I explained.

"A lot more fun if there's someone to share it with," he said with a grin.

"You're absolutely right. I'm going to remember that next time," I smiled. "Thanks, I enjoyed myself."

"You're welcome. Come back anytime," he said, undoubtedly meaning it.

Pattie appeared at my table just past six thirty and once again surprised me. She was wearing a dress. A low-cut slinky dress. A sexy low-cut slinky dress in a shiny black material. It fit her very closely. So closely, I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra and possibly no panties. 

"Wow!" I said it and I meant it. She was a knock-out and she knew it. I was trying to stand like a gentleman, but I wasn't quick enough for her. She dropped into her seat and her prominent nipples bounced inside the slippery fabric. She looked hot and the promise of the evening was now confirmed. No woman on earth wore a dress like this and didn't expect hormonal reactions from any male with a pulse.

"I figured you'd like it," she grinned, her eyebrow arching as she gave me another of her knowing, sideways looks.

"I think every guy within a hundred miles likes it." My eyes must have been popping out of my head. She had added some extra makeup around her eyes and the lipstick was a more aggressive deep red. She didn't look like the same woman I had connected with at Modine's on Tuesday. This was a much more forceful statement.

I caught a glimpse of her feet and saw she was wearing a pair of black patent-leather high heels. It was the complete look of a woman out for trouble and knowing she'd find it. I fully intended to be that trouble.

"To what do I owe the honor of your attire?" I asked with a grin.

"I just wanted to say thanks," she said. "This was a great week. I truly enjoyed being with you. You are someone special to me. You've helped me a lot, Lee." 

She was, I felt, sincere. She meant it. She knew exactly how to pump up my ego. Not that it needed much pumping this past few days.

"So tell me ... how did I help you?" I asked, curious.

"You made me feel good about myself again. I've been waiting for someone. I haven't wanted to be with anyone until you came along. Not lately anyway. I don't know how, but I thought you were different," she said, searching my face.

"I think you're giving me too much credit. I'm not that ... noble. You were nice, attractive and available. It was as simple as that," I said, trying not to sound too cold.

"Huh uh ... sorry, no sale. You may not think so, but that's not you. You're still trying to figure yourself out, but that's not you," she said with a certainty.

I turned away from her and looked at my hands. "Maybe not, but I'm still trying, Pattie. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to expect more from me than I can give," I tried again.

"I don't. I don't want or need more. I like who you are. The sex is perfect and the time we spend together is too. Don't go overanalyzing it." She was looking at me intently now.

"You're not the first person who's made that comment," I admitted.

"You two must have done a lot of damage to each other," she said quietly.




Wandering Ch. 06



Once again, we join Leighton "Lee" Stephenson on his journey to find his new life. This is the sixth and final episode, but don't worry. I don't intend to "kill him off."

Wandering 6: Charlie

It felt quite natural to be on the move again. My initial flurry of sexual encounters with women had lasted but a short two weeks before I suffered a two month long "soft spell." I was in no danger of falling into depression over it, but I was wondering what had happened to the magic. Pattie Monahan had solved all that. 

As I looked in the rear-view mirror of my Outback, I was imagining I could see her standing there, waving goodbye to me. Our little fling had lasted four nights, broken up over a one week period. She was a dynamic, talented and bright young woman that I could easily have stayed with much longer. It wasn't what she wanted. She had plans.

When I stopped for lunch, I phoned Peter Dennison, my contact at Orca Investigations.

"Hi Pete, how are you?" I opened.

"That you, Lee? Good to hear from you. You coming in?" he asked for the hundredth time.

"Naw ... not quite ready yet. I'll let you know. Don't go holding anything open on my account. I'm in no rush."

"So, how are you doing? Where are you?"

"Salmon Arm, heading for Kamloops."

"Lots of good looking ladies in Kamloops," he needled.

"Hope so. I just had a nice break in Sicamous with one. She's someone you should talk to, Pete," I said seriously.

"Oh ... how come?"

"She's got a degree in Business Admin and she's taking a course on forensic accounting. I know she wants a job in that field."

"Is her name Pattie Monahan?" Pete asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah ... I should have known. She didn't waste any time, did she? I gave her your card. I think you should talk to her," I pressed.

"Don't worry, we will. We're looking for someone in that field to start as a junior. She sounds like a good candidate. Thanks for thinking of us."

"Well, to tell the truth, I was thinking of me. If I end up working there ... well, you get the picture," I said, smiling to myself.

"Yeah, well don't expect me to save her for you. I'm a poor, lonely bachelor too, you know," he laughed.

"I've already warned her about you. Good luck!" I shot back.

"Hey Lee ... seriously ... when are you comin' in?"

"Don't know for certain, Pete, but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be out here on my own for much longer. I think I've gotten over the worst of it and I'm starting to think more about the future than I did when I set out in March. Hell, it's still only June ... at least let me enjoy the summer," I kidded. 

"OK, OK, I get it. No more pressure. Just take care of yourself and stay in touch. Harold and I are still serious, Lee. The job's here if you want it. We mean that," he said. 

"Thanks, Pete. I've been hanging on to that thought all along. I just need to make sure that when I do, I've gotten all the monkeys off my back, capiche?"

"Yeah, I got it. Take care, Lee." 

I was glad to hear they were interested in Pattie. I was confident she had something to offer. She was more mature than most juniors and was clearly very bright. She was also tough enough to work in a male-dominated environment without being intimidated. It would be interesting to watch her progress if she was hired.

It isn't that far from Sicamous to Kamloops; about eighty miles by road. I was in no rush since I thought I had a place to stay, The Ghost Town Lodge. It was a rustic resort ranch located in a ghost town a few miles north of Kamloops. I had a standing invitation to "drop in" anytime from the owner, Lew Coulson.

I met Lewis Coulson during my work as an insurance investigator. He had contacted us when fire destroyed his dude ranch in 100 Mile House and we were the insurance carrier. Lew suspected foul play, although the local fire department found no evidence of it. Lew was a straight-up guy and said he would feel better about accepting the settlement check when his doubts were put to bed. He told me that his suspicions were originally aroused when he received several unsolicited offers to buy the property at what he thought were unusually generous numbers. 

As it turned out, Lew was right. Someone had torched the building, but it had been done by a pro and it wasn't surprising the local volunteer fire department had missed the signs. After talking to Lew and trying to figure out a motive, we discovered that there had been a previous land claim under dispute before Lew owned the property. When the original title search had turned up nothing to obstruct his purchase, I began to smell a rat.

Sure enough, the original title records had been hidden or destroyed, and false ones had been substituted. When I matched the phony records with records from the era of the original title, I could see that there was no comparison in the forms. Then it was a matter of finding out who and why. 

It took a lot of plain old-fashioned digging, but we finally found a mining claim at the root of the mystery. Apparently, the district clerk knew of the claim, and thinking that he could get the valuable property at a huge discount, prepared the phony documents and hired a "pro" to torch the buildings. 

Just one problem. The original claim had been filed with an error. They had specified the adjacent property location and the land noted in the title was virtually worthless. Nonetheless, my company was happy since they could claim against the district for our costs, and Lew was happy because he knew the truth and came out of it with a nice profit from a legitimate sale. 

Over that six-week period, I might have been forced to live in motels weekdays, facing a weekly drive to and from Vancouver to my work. Lew, however, opened his home to me, a fully furnished forty-foot mobile, and we became good friends. 

Lew had always wanted to have a "cowboy lodge" as he called it, and when the now-defunct town of Burnt Creek was put up for sale, he jumped at it. Within days, the mobile home had been moved onto the property, and he began restoring the buildings to create his lodge. It took two years to finish, but people came from all over the world to experience the "old west" atmosphere at the Ghost Town Lodge.

I phoned Lew from my cell and let him know I was in the vicinity and would like to stop by and visit. As expected, that turned into an invitation to stay with him at the lodge and I happily took him up on it. I arrived just after five that afternoon and was greeted by an enthusiastic Lew with a fine looking woman at his side.

After we had exchanged hearty hellos and finished with our back-slapping, Lew turned to the woman and took her hand.

"Lee, this is my lady, Francine," he said with obvious pride.

"Hi Francine, and congratulations. I was wondering if anyone would ever tie this guy down," I smiled.

"Hi Lee. Lew's done nothing but talk about you since you called. It's wonderful to meet you," she said with a bright, toothy smile. "Let's get out of this hot sun and go inside."

I hadn't been in the lodge since it was finished and I was struck by how large and wonderfully authentic it appeared. It was a timber frame construction with a huge great room and dining area and a staircase at each end leading up to several loft rooms. Lew gave me the tour and we ended up in the back of the main floor where he showed me a spare bedroom for my stay. Francine had disappeared into the kitchen to continue with the evening meal preparation.

"We're full, happily," Lew said when I asked about the business. "Have been almost since we opened. We renovated some of the other buildings for more capacity and I think we're going to have to expand the kitchen and the barn. Our guests are all out on a trail ride right now, but they'll be back soon. Why don't you settle in and we can talk after dinner. We've got a lot of catching up to do," he grinned.

I took the hint, brought my gear in, took a quick shower in the ensuite, and changed my clothes. I was looking forward to some time with Lew and learning about what was going on in his life, especially about Francine. She was a good looking lady and I was happy for my friend.

I had barely returned to the great room when the first of the trail riders arrived, stomping their feet in a hopeless attempt to knock the dust off. I noticed they were mostly my age, in their thirties, with the odd sprinkling of forty and fifty-somethings as well. They all acknowledged my hello with curious glances and then moved upstairs to their rooms, presumably to shower and change.

I wandered back to the kitchen to see if I could help Francine and found Lew there, working side-by-side with her. It looked like they had a system that worked for the two of them, but I thought I could at least contribute delivery to the dining table. I volunteered and my offer was accepted.

Francine explained that she had come to the lodge as a cook when it first opened. The room I was using was hers to begin with. It didn't take long for her and Lew to fall in love and now they sleep in the master quarters at the other end of the main floor. They hadn't gotten around to getting married yet, but I could tell it was on their minds. Lew had never married, but Francine had a failed one behind her, just as I did. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, so she was a bit younger than Lew, who was two years older than me.

Dinner would be served at seven, and by six o'clock couples were beginning to assemble in the great room for happy hour after they had changed and showered. They were a boisterous and happy lot who got along well with each other. 

I volunteered to help at the bar. Lew told me that drinks were on the house, within reason. He asked me to use my best judgement and that was all he said. Fine with me, I thought.

Beer and wine looked to be the preferred libation, although an older couple from Germany preferred vodka and lime juice. I nursed a red wine as I watched the couples interact and tried to guess what they must have paid for this two week holiday. As I chatted casually with them, having introduced myself, I learned three couples were from Ontario, two from Quebec, three from the U.S. and two from Europe. 

The couple from England was the life of the party and kept everyone around them laughing. I noticed one woman, however, who appeared to be on her own. I couldn't spot a partner and she was drifting from group to group, engaging in light conversation and then moving on. When she came to the bar for another white wine, I introduced myself.

"Hi ... I'm Lee Stephenson. I'm a friend of Lew Coulson," I explained.

"Nice to meet you Lee. I'm Charlie Kennedy," she replied in a bright voice.

"Charlie? That's an unusual name. Short for ... Charlotte?" I guessed.

"I wish. It's short for Charline," she said with a look of disgust.

"Well, Uhhhmmm ... that's a very lovely name as well," I stammered.

She laughed ... more of a guffaw in fact. "Don't drink much more of that wine, Lee. It's affecting your judgement," she said with a big smile.

"I'll be careful," I grinned. "So ... where do you hail from?"

"The Big Smoke ... Toronto. I wanted a real western experience and this looked like a good bet."

"And?"

"It's great. I'm back riding for the first time since I was thirteen and I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it. And this place," she said, her hand waving around the lodge, "is fantastic. Wait 'til you sample the meals," she enthused.

"Are you joining us for supper?" she asked after a moment's pause.

"Yes ... I've been invited to stay as long as I don't embarrass myself," I said with fake concern.

"Somehow, I don't think that's likely. Now my boy ... uh ... ex-boyfriend, he majored in embarrassing behavior. It's one of the reasons I'm on my own at this shindig." She had just answered a very important question without my having to ask. Thank you!

She was giving me the impression of a very worldly woman, about forty years old I guessed. She was very attractive in her western garb with the tight jeans and brightly colored blouse showing her solidly built figure off to her advantage. This was no "Skinny Minnie," but a fully endowed all female woman. She also appeared to be plain-spoken and I figured the ex-boyfriend had trod on her toes somewhere along the line. It would be interesting to know.

Since we were both on our own, we sat together at the dining table and I thoroughly enjoyed both the meal and the company. The English couple was across the table from us and kept everyone laughing with their unfailing good humor. I didn't learn a lot more from Charlie with all the table talk and clatter, but I could do that later. She was a great dinner companion and I was pleased to have the good luck to find her so quickly. I was reminded that my good fortune with women had returned. 

When the meal ended and we moved to the bar for after dinner drinks, I resumed my role as bartender to allow Lew and Francine to clear the dishes and take a break. The dinner had been superb and there wasn't a dissenting voice in the house. I was conscious that Charlie had hung by the bar as I worked to pass out the liqueurs and coffees. I was getting the impression she was a bit lonely and maybe I could provide the company.

As I dispensed the drinks, Charlie and I had a chance for more conversation. The noise and cross-talk of the dinner table was gone and the group had broken up into small clusters, their voices no longer competing with each other. The sumptuous meal had slowed everyone down to a calmer, more satisfied mood.

"I know you're enjoying the riding, Charlie, but are you having a good time here?" I asked boldly.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation. "I like the people and I love the place and it just confirmed that the asshole I was with was a bad mistake." 

"So don't beat around the bush, tell me how you really feel," I laughed.

"God, Lee ... he was such a dickhead. I have no idea why I thought I should be with him. I must be losing my grip." She was shaking her head in wonder at the thought.

"Well, in a way I'm sorry to hear that ... then again ... in a way, I'm not," I grinned.

She looked at me and smiled. She got the message. 

"So what's a good looking guy like you doing on his own?" she asked seriously.

"Ah ... well ... recently divorced and working on my rehabilitation," I admitted.

"Good for you. That's exactly the right thing to do. I speak from experience."

"Oh ... sorry to hear that," I said without looking at her.

"Don't be. I made a mistake and I fixed it. Simple as that. Trouble is, I'm making the same mistake over again more often than not," she said in an even voice.

"You just need a change in luck. You're a lovely woman and smart, and you'll find the right guy one of these days," I assured her.

"Thanks. I needed that," she laughed. "Want to apply for the job?"

I was taken aback by her comment, but recovered. "What makes you think I'd be any different?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just a hunch, I guess. You don't act like some of the "Desperate Desmonds" that I've been dating. I get the feeling that you are a lot more in control than most guys." Her raised eyebrow and crooked smile left me little doubt she was challenging me. 

"Looks can be deceiving," I suggested with a sideways glance. 

"Yeah ... I found that out ... for sure. Somehow, I don't think I'm wrong, though." She had turned toward me and I could clearly see a more confident Charlie.

The activity at the bar had tapered off and Lew had turned on some music. It was soft, easy on the ears and a reasonably slow tempo. The lively English couple, the German pair and two or three others began to dance and that gave me my opportunity.

"Would you care to dance?" I asked.

"Love to," she answered quietly.

Usually when I dance I have two left feet, but Charlie was so easy to lead and felt so comfortable in my arms that we were soon alone in our own world. 

"How long are you here for?" I asked as we danced.

"I just got here Saturday, so today's day three. I'm booked for two weeks. How about you?" she asked.

"Not sure. I don't want to overstay my welcome and I can't offer Lew much help in this business, so it probably won't be too long."

"Well, just remember ... I have booked and paid for a double ... so ... if you're interested, I could find some room for you." Again, her eyes had that mischievous twinkle, challenging me with just a look.

"Hmmm ... very tempting. Let's just see how we get along before we make any big decisions. You've already had one disappointment. You don't need another." I was serious, but also very interested. We seemed to hit it off and a few days with another delightful woman would be quite pleasant.

"You're being cautious ... but I agree. We should know pretty soon if we want to team up," she smiled.

We continued to dance and she was moving right into me, insinuating her body on mine. She had a lot to insinuate with and it felt great. I always did like full-figured women and Charlie was definitely my type. The thought crossed my mind that she might want to take a "test drive" at some point. Ever the optimist, I wondered if tonight might be the night.

"You never did tell me what you did ... I mean ... your career," I said as we moved slowly together. 

"You'll laugh," she chuckled. "I own a body shop."

"How do you spell that?" I was feeling pretty confident now.

"Careful, Lee. I might take offense," she warned.

"So ... what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like that," I tried.

"I inherited it from my father. He got sick and couldn't run it any more, so I took it over. I've been pretty successful, as a matter of fact." 

It sounded to me like it was a point of pride, so I ran with it. "Why am I not surprised? You look like a no-nonsense kind of woman, so you wouldn't be intimidated by the all-male atmosphere," I ventured.

She smiled at me but didn't reply. I had made my point and she had no need to confirm it. She wanted to maintain some sense of femininity, I thought. It was completely unnecessary. She was genuinely all-woman. I was very attracted to her and I was certain she knew that.

The trail ride and the various other activities had caught up with many of the guests and gradually they all began to disappear. Charlie and I were sitting on the sofa and exchanging small talk about ourselves when Lew and Francine appeared from the back.

"All done for the day?" I asked Francine.

"Yes ... all ready for tomorrow," she smiled. 

"What time do you get up?" I asked.

"Six ... breakfast at seven-thirty to eight-thirty. Don't be late," Lew laughed.

"He's right, Lee. The breakfasts are amazing," Charlie chimed in.

"I see you two have met and got acquainted already," Francine grinned.

Charlie turned and looked at me. "I've traded up, as you can see," she smirked.

I don't usually blush, but I'm sure I did then.

"Well, we certainly aren't going to miss your original partner," Lew said seriously.

"Was it that bad?" I asked.

"I was ten seconds away from calling the Mounties when he finally got the message that he wasn't welcome," Lew admitted.

"Wow ... what did he do to cause that?" 

It was Charlie who answered my question. 

"He almost immediately got drunk, made a pass at a couple of married women including Francine and generally made an unpleasant scene. When Lew asked him quietly to behave, he got belligerent and threatened to beat Lew up. I was mortified and I guess I was yelling at him to stop and ... I don't know. I just lost it I guess."

Lew picked up the story from there. 

"I eventually got him calmed down enough and finally he stomped off to their room. I had Charline stay in the room you're in just to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, and on Sunday morning he was missing. His kit and car were gone. Good riddance, we all agreed," he concluded.




Wandering Ch. 06



"It was all my fault," Charlie confessed. "He didn't want to come on this vacation in the first place. He called it my juvenile fantasy. I was stupid enough to think he'd change his mind when he got here," she said. Her look of regret was clearly defined by her frown and downcast eyes. 

"No harm done, Charlie," Francine broke in. "He's gone and you're having the fun you wanted to have when you booked here. Why, we've even arranged for a new dance partner for you," she said with a self-satisfied grin.

Charlie turned back to me and smiled. She had been embarrassed by the actions of her ex-boyfriend, but I sensed she was relieved that it was over. No damage had been done to either the hosts or the guests. Just an unhappy event that was soon forgotten. 

"I think I've come out of this ahead," Charlie volunteered as she looked at me. Her gaze was unwavering and her bright blue eyes didn't blink. 

I said nothing, but I was pretty sure there was a smile on my face.

We sat there, chatting comfortably as Lew talked about the plans for the lodge and his need to hire some additional help as the place grew. There were currently ten rooms and that meant twenty meals, three times a day, plus housekeeping and maintenance. They had help in the barn from an old local cowhand who looked after the horses and the trail rides. Lew handled the bookings and there was a part-time bookkeeper for the accounts. 

If they expanded to handle up to twenty or more couples, they would need more help to manage the extra facilities. Their operation was virtually full from April to October, so any expansion would have to happen in the five quiet months. Both Lew and Francine were genuinely enjoying their life. It was demanding but they were well suited to the task.

I volunteered my limited skills for the remainder of my stay and they happily accepted. Both of them knew the reason for my travels this spring and summer and sometimes having a task is helpful therapy as well. Charlie noticeably brightened when I made it clear that I would stay as long as I could be useful. I was pretty sure Francine picked up on that as well.

It was ten o'clock when Francine and Lew shuffled off to their quarters. I poured Charlie and me each a small brandy and returned to my place beside her.

"It sounds like you had an exciting start to your vacation," hoping I wasn't opening an old wound.

"That's an understatement!" She was shaking her head. "I don't know what I was thinking when I invited him. I didn't even like him that much. I guess it was a sign of desperation."

"I find it hard to believe you would be desperate." I meant it. She was a handsome and very alive woman who should immediately attract men.

"I suppose that my business life puts some of them off. I'm at the shop all day, every day but Sunday. We often work nights on special projects."

"You do some of the work yourself?" I asked, surprised.

"Yup. Dad taught me just about everything I needed to know, and he still does. I can handle an English Wheel as well as anyone," she said with some pride.

"I thought those days were gone. Don't you just buy a replacement body panel now?" I asked.

"Yes, for the regular work. But we specialize in working on collector and antique cars. It's the most profitable part of the business. Parts aren't easily available, so we have to repair and restore and even fabricate a lot of the panels."

I was nodding in admiration as I began to understand just how involved Charlie was in her business. 

"Do you think that hinders your finding ... dates ... I mean ... a guy?" I asked tentatively.

"I suppose. I've been so into the business in the past ten years since Dad got sick that I haven't given myself much of a chance for a personal life. Maybe that's why I'm not having much luck with my choices." She was looking off at the fireplace as she spoke, lost in her thoughts.

I reached over and covered her hand with mine without saying anything. She turned toward me and smiled, then leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I wasn't surprised. We had been heading in this direction since we met earlier. She was trusting me and I was desiring her. 

I reached back into my voluminous supply of clichés and asked, "Your place or mine?"

She snorted and chortled briefly as she composed herself. "Yours. If you don't measure up, I can just get up and leave." 

"And if I do measure up?"

"Well then ... we can make other arrangements for the future," she said with crinkled smile.

I pulled her toward me and we kissed much more passionately. She was responding very nicely, I thought. I was looking forward to what would come next. We were pretty conspicuous out in the middle of the great room, so I rose and helped Charlie up from the sofa. We walked wordlessly back to my room, closing the door behind us.

Neither of us was interested in lingering over a sensuous undressing of each other. That was for another time. At this moment, we knew exactly what we wanted and both of us quickly stripped. I placed the small night table lamp on the floor and covered it with my shirt after switching it on. With all the other lights off, it provided a nice, softly-lit atmosphere as we slipped under the covers. We resumed our embrace from the sofa.

Charline was a big woman, but she wasn't fat. She was simply an oversized female with dramatic proportions. A large head with a prominent nose and a mass of curly blonde hair. Her eyes were a pale blue, her large mouth displaying a perfect set of white teeth. Big shoulders and big breasts with large irregularly shaped areolas and prominent nipples.

Her rounded tummy featured a quarter-sized birthmark and a small navel cavity. She had trimmed and shaved her pubic hair to highlight her extended pink lips at the junction of her hefty thighs. She was truly all woman and a formidable challenge to me as I gazed at her voluptuous form. 

"Foreplay?" I asked softly.

"No ... I'm too horny to wait," she admitted.

I slipped my hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her outer lips, testing for lubrication. There was some, but not a lot, and so I carefully entered her with my index finger and massaged the opening to her vagina. In a matter of seconds, I felt the increase in wetness and I was satisfied it would be effortless if I was careful.

I invited her to guide me in and she quickly took me in hand, stroking the head of my cock over her now moistened labia and then moving me to her opening. Her hips arched upwards as she tried to pull me in. I was quick to recognize that she wanted me inside her and she wanted me now.

As I pushed forward, I could feel her hands gripping my ass and pulling me inward, demanding my full penetration. I began to relax and allowed her to set the pace. Within a few seconds she was telling me what she wanted.

"Faster, Lee! Harder! I need it harder!" she moaned. 

I did what I could, still a bit worried about being too rough. She was thrashing about on the bed, her hands slapping my ass and then falling to her sides. I felt like a jockey riding a horse, but the horse had the whip. At some point, I let go and allowed myself to give in to her demands. If this was what she wanted, then I would give it to her for as long as I could. 

Charlie was silent. She was grunting and sucking in air as I pounded into her, but saying nothing. Her head was rolling back and forth for a while until suddenly, she arched it back, almost lifting her shoulders off the bed. A grunt and then a long, shuddering sigh signaled her orgasm. That was the trigger for me as well. 

I rolled to the side with my arm fondling one lovely, big buttock. Charlie's eyes were closed, but she was still awake. She was breathing heavily and her hand reached out to caress my face. I heard a sigh of satisfaction accompanied by a smile as I waited for her recovery.

A couple of minutes later, her eyes opened and she smiled at me. 

"Did that help?" I asked softly.

"Yes. That was a big help. I'm sorry if I was impatient. I really needed you to just ... fuck me," she admitted. "I didn't want a nice, slow, loving, sex session. I needed a good hard, old fashioned fucking."

I nodded my understanding.

"Does that put you off?" she asked carefully.

"Not at all," I assured her. "There's a time and a place for everything when I comes to sex."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I have some ... special needs. I hope they don't ... discourage you," she said, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.

"Tell me about them," I asked, wondering if I truly wanted to know everything.

"I like rough sex now and then. I'm a big girl and men act a bit intimidated by me. I like to be dominated by a man every so often, just to feel more like an ordinary woman."

"I can't bring myself to think of you as an ordinary woman. But I understand what you mean. What else?"

"Uhhhmmm ... I like anal sex. Not all the time, but it can be great with the right man." Again, she was tentative with her admission.

"Well, I've don't have much experience, but ... I'm OK with that," I said. "And?" I continued.

"Uhhhmmm ... a little bondage?" She was obviously testing the water and seeing just how adventuresome I was willing to be.

"Oh ... well ... I have experienced a bit of that a long time ago with my wife, but nothing ... violent, you know."

"I like to be tied up and blindfolded. I like to pretend I'm a damsel in distress and that you are going to take me against my will. It's sort of a rape fantasy," she explained. She was very unsure of how I was reacting to all this. To be truthful, I was very unsure of how I was reacting to it as well. On one hand, it sounded exciting. On the other, was it too kinky or depraved or even dangerous? I decided to let Charlie take the lead.

"Don't worry, Lee. I know you won't hurt me and it really turns me on. It isn't something I want to do every time. Just once in a while ... you know ... to keep things exciting?"

"I think I understand, but you'll have to make allowances for a poor city boy who's lived a sheltered life," I chuckled.

My humor lifted her doubts and she smiled back, reaching for me to pull me close. We held each other for a while until she turned to me again.

"You think you can help me put out the fire again?" she asked.

"I think I can ... but just how would you like me to put out that fire?"

"Well, this is a ranch, and I do like to ride, so ... why don't I saddle up?" she grinned.

"Your steed awaits." We were back to having fun. I always thought it was the best part of sex.

I was almost erect and Charlie looked after fixing that with her tongue, lips and fingers. She mounted me and slid effortlessly down on my again rigid member and quickly began to stroke. I could have remained still, but with my hands on her hips I was involuntarily moving with her, reveling in the sensations. 

I placed my hands on her lovely big breasts and began to knead them, running my thumbs over her nipples at the same time. That elicited a groan and a sigh from Charlie as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sexual waves passing through her. Instead of the reckless abandon of our first joining, it was brimming in erotic intensity. 

We carried on quite a while in this position, but remained dangling on the edge of the precipice. It was Charlie that broke the spell.

"Lee ... I want to play a different game," she said breathlessly.

"Hmmm," was all I could manage.

"Let's play 'get along, little doggie,'" she said, looking down at me.

I must have had a quizzical look on my face until it dawned on me and I smiled.

She lifted off me and then crawled up over me until her sex was directly over my mouth. She lowered herself on me and I was quick to capture her clit in my lips and stroke it with my tongue. She responded immediately with a jolt and I felt her stiffen and arch her back.

It was just a pit stop on the way to what she said she had wanted. She must have decided it was too good to pass up. I think she expected me to take my time before I went for the 'bull's-eye.' I heard her gasp and croak out a cry as I pressed my lips over the sensitive nub and dragged the raspy top of my tongue over the end. Having achieved the result I expected, I released her.

"Oh fuck ... that was a surprise," she gasped.

"Don't you like surprises," I chuckled.

"Love 'em," she said, still coming down from the shock of the sensation. 

I slid out from underneath her and moved up behind her. She leaned back into me and my hands went automatically to her breasts. I gently squeezed and pinched them and Charlie squirmed in my embrace. Her head came back on my shoulder and I leaned forward to kiss her. It was a full-blooded kiss with tongue and a lot of moaning.

By now, my entry into her was effortless and we resumed our easy, rhythmic pace. I wasn't in any hurry to finish and the thrusts and moans Charlie responded with were the tell-tale that she was well into the zone. We could cruise like this for some time, I thought.

Charlie had other ideas, however. She began gripping my cock with her internal muscles and her push-back was becoming more insistent. I had a hunch what was coming and I was right.

"Harder, Lee. Drive me, baby! Drive me!" 

I smiled as she began once more to pick up the pace, pleading for more action. I was only too happy to comply. This woman had big appetites. She enjoyed sex and made no bones about it. If we were going to become a couple for the next while, I was going to get a workout, that was certain. 

I was hoping to last a little longer, but I was able to get Charlie off at least once more before we collapsed. We lay facing each other, breathing heavily from our exertions. I reached over and lightly pinched a nipple between the knuckles of my index and forefinger. My thumb stroked her areola and I could feel her nipple grow and respond. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled. 

"I think we're going to be just fine together," she mumbled sleepily.

Who was I to argue?

My next conscious thought arrived sometime after six the next morning as I heard sounds from the kitchen and guessed that Francine and Lew were up. I looked over my shoulder at Charlie, still asleep at my back. I carefully extracted myself from the bed, picked up my bag and moved to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, I had showered, shaved and dressed. I slipped quietly out the door and padded down the hall toward the kitchen.

"Good morning," I said quietly as I walked in on Francine and Lew working in tandem, just as they had the previous afternoon. 

"Hi ... you're up early," Francine said brightly.

"Anything I can do to help?" 

"Sure ... if you'd like, you can set the table," Francine responded.

I set about my task after ascertaining the setting she wanted. It took less than ten minutes and I was back in the kitchen, accepting an offered coffee.

"So, you've made a new friend then?" Lew smiled.

"Yeah. So it seems," I grinned. "I think she was a bit lonely and down, but trying hard to hide it."

"You should have seen the jerk she brought. Movie star looks, movie star ego and no class ... not a speck," Francine said. 

"We were pretty concerned for a while. It's the first time I've ever thought I was going to have to call in the cops to deal with a customer. Luckily, he was all talk and no action," Lew continued.

"Neither of us can figure out what Charlie was doing with a jerk like him," Francine said, shaking her head. "She's got more class in her little finger than that guy was ever going to have in a lifetime."

"She's a very different kind of woman, alright," I volunteered. "Smart, ambitious, talented."

"You forgot good-looking and sexy," Francine laughed.

"Oh no I didn't. I was just trying to be a gentleman for a change," I kidded.

"Who are you guys talking about," a sleepy voice came from behind me. Charlie shuffled into the kitchen. She had obviously gone up to her room to get a change of clothes and was dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

"You, of course," Lew and I chorused. That brought about more laughter.

Charlie strolled up behind me, wrapping her arms around me and hanging her chin on my shoulder.

"I have an announcement," Charlie said, smiling over my shoulder. "Mr. Dickhead has been replaced. I'm pleased to introduce my new good friend," she paused. "What did you say your name was?" 

Another round of laughs. I turned my head and gave her a good morning kiss on the cheek. 

"Smart move, Charlie. This one comes with references," Francine bantered. 

It was a light, fun mood in the kitchen. All the while, preparations for breakfast were continuing. It was also plain that Charlie and Francine had become friends. Their playful sparring was unforced and dissolved any possible tension from that first day. The fact that Charlie and I had become lovers was accepted without comment. 

I found gainful employment in the barn that morning. I needed it. The breakfast was fabulous and although it wasn't normal for me to have a big first meal, I made a pig of myself and figured some strenuous exercise would be the only way I could even face the prospect of more food before the evening. A barbeque lunch was planned.

The back of the lodge faced toward the old buildings of the ghost town and the large swimming pool took up most of the area behind my room and the kitchen. I had volunteered to help move some hay from the loft to the ground floor of the barn. Any grass in the large, fenced paddocks had long since burned off and hay was the order of the day, along with the twice-a-day ration of oats and other feed supplements. 

The horses were an expensive asset and they had to be cared for regularly. A vet called in at the lodge every month, just to review the health of nearly thirty animals. Each afternoon featured a trail ride to one of the many locations nearby, including a lake, a forested area, the cattle range, and some rolling sagebrush-strewn hills to the west. There were plenty of streams, so even the hot weather of summer could be managed as long as the horses were well-watered and not ridden hard.

I was soaked in sweat by noon, with prickly bits of hay irritating my skin. I had moved almost a hundred bales. More than needed, but I had filled the day-feed pen. It felt good to be active, but I expected my muscles would be sore from the unaccustomed effort. 

The pool looked too good to pass up and I slipped into my room, showered quickly, donned my trunks and returned to the pool for a swim. It was the perfect answer. I was standing on the bottom along the side, up to my shoulders in water when I felt a soft pair of hands clasp my head. I didn't need to guess who it was.

"Hi Charlie."

"Hi Lee. Are you all finished your work?" she asked in a bright voice.

"Yup. There's enough hay there for the rest of the week. I've earned my lunch," I bragged.

"You've earned more than that," she said seductively.

"Hmmmm ... whatcha got in mind?" I knew perfectly well what she had in mind.

"How about a nice siesta after lunch and then maybe we can go for a ride by the lake," she said in that same sexy voice.

"Will I get much rest during my siesta?"

"No chance in hell," she laughed.

"I didn't think so. Well, I guess we all have to make sacrifices." 

I demonstrated a great deal of restraint at the barbeque luncheon. I had a hot dog, a tossed salad and a beer. I was still working off my excess from breakfast. I'm glad I did. Charlie had a full schedule planned for siesta and I was the main course. 

I had no illusions that I was falling in love. This was lust, friendship, but nothing more. On the other hand, Charlie wasn't expecting anything either. She wanted to feel good and feel wanted. I had the sense that it had been some time since someone ... anyone ... had made an effort to make her feel desired. It was something I could do without a second thought. I found her enormously sexy and open. She was another in the recent parade of women who had restored my ego and self confidence.




Wandering Ch. 06



Our "afternoon delight" was slow, sensuous and interrupted by little rests. Touching, kissing, talking softly, watching and learning what pleased each other. It may have been the perfect siesta after all. When we rose it was nearly three. We put on our swimwear, holding hands as we strolled to the pool. The ride could wait for another day.

Before and after dinner, I resumed my role as bartender and Charlie and I had a chance to spend some time with the German couple. They were a bit shy, primarily because they were uncertain of their language skills. They needn't have been. We had no problem understanding them. In typically direct Teutonic fashion, they asked about Charlie's original "escort." We laughed as he was dismissed from our thoughts. In equally characteristically European fashion, my liaison with Charlie was accepted as nothing extraordinary.

As he did the previous evening, Lew turned on some music and several couples began to dance. We danced of course. This evening we held each other closely, not worrying about appearances. I was confident we were acknowledged as a couple. An hour into the evening, Francine and Lew joined us on the dance floor and I had to smile. They may have been the hosts, but they were also a couple. I was feeling very good about this week.

We retired a little earlier than the previous night, this time to her room. I suspected Charlie had a plan and I was intrigued with what it might be. I didn't have long to wait.

"Lee ... you remember we talked about my ... fantasies ... the things I like to do ... now and then?" she said haltingly. 

I laughed. Of course I remembered. 

"OK, Charlie, what's on the menu tonight?" 

"I have this thing ... I told you about it ... I like to be tied up and blindfolded," she continued carefully. "Are you OK with that?"

"I'm OK if you're OK. But you don't sound very confident," I suggested.

"I guess I'm more worried about you ... I mean ... how you'll react to it."

"You know I won't hurt you, babe," I said quietly. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to tie me up ... spread eagle fashion ... and then ... I want you to fuck me like you were raping me." She was almost whispering. She was still very uncertain how I would respond to this.

"I won't be able to see or touch you. I won't know what to expect, except that I know I'm going to be raped by a very powerful man. Can you do that?"

"I don't know. I've never raped a woman before. I don't know how," I confessed.

"Lee ... I trust you ... just be the powerful lover I know you are. I can imagine the rest. It's a fantasy ... not real. I want you to try to imagine that you are my conqueror ... that you can do anything you want to me. Torture me, beat me, fuck me, kill me ... anything."

She reached down beside the bed and produced some silk scarves from a canvas tote bag. There was also a black bandana which I took to be the mask. Charlie showed me how to tie the scarves so that a single pull on the end would release them. I felt better about that, but not much. The mask was made of soft material with Velcro to fasten it.

She lay back on the bed and smiled at me. It helped to relieve some of my uncertainty. I tied her ankles to the vertical ribs of the footboard first, then her wrists to the headboard. She was naked and completely vulnerable. I was still uncomfortable about this. 

Charlie raised her head and told me to wrap the mask around her eyes. I did, making sure it wasn't too tight. Again, I could remove it with a single pull. I stood beside the bed as I finished and gazed at this magnificent woman in her helpless state. I had to admit it was an erotic sight and I was becoming aroused by it. 

"Please don't hurt me." I was a plaintive cry from Charlie. It took me a moment to understand this was part of the fantasy. It was my turn to play.

"Shut up!" I snarled. Two can play this game, I decided. "You don't get a say ... this is my party, bitch!" I hoped I hadn't overdone it.

"Please ... please ... what are you going to do to me?" she pleaded in a convincingly frightened voice.

"I've decided to change the script, lady. I've decided to torture you before I fuck you," I snarled. I was a spontaneous decision I had made on my own. I knew what I wanted to do. I had to smile. It would be fun.

"Oh god, no. Not torture. Please ...," she cried.

"There's no point in worrying about it. It's going to happen. I'm going to make you suffer," I spat in my best Snidely Whiplash voice. This was going to be quite different.

I stood quietly beside the bed and then in a moment of inspiration, I walked quietly around to the other side, hoping that she couldn't hear me. I leaned over and took her right nipple into my mouth and first sucked on it, and then nipped at it with my teeth. She stiffened and then jolted at my nip. A soft cry escaped her.

My next move was to take two of her toes into my mouth and use my tongue to stimulate them. She reacted. She hadn't expected this. I could see a smile on her lips as she began to appreciate my "torture." I moved softly around the bed again and this time placed a kiss on her lips, waiting for her to open to me. When she did, I immediately withdrew and moved to her lovely thighs. I used my tongue along the inside of each and she reacted immediately. Her back arched and I could hear her gasp as I used my lips on her upper thighs, close but not touching her sex. 

Next, back to her breast, teasing the areola and nipple with my tongue and teeth as she writhed in reaction. I was beginning to understand what was happening. She couldn't see, and everything was unexpected. Only her sense of touch and hearing was in play, and her hearing wasn't helping her much. 

In a moment of inspiration, I moved back up her body. My cock was fully erect and I moved to put it on her lips. It took her a moment to understand what it was that she was feeling and tasting. I could see her smile as she turned her head and took the head of my cock in her mouth and bathed it with her tongue and lips. She was having too much fun. I withdrew and she groaned when I did.

"This is torture, remember. I control you for my pleasure ... not yours," I said in my most sinister voice.

My mouth dipped to her now sodden pussy and with a single long lick, I stroked her swollen lips from bottom to top. She squealed and her hips snapped upward in response. Once would be enough. I moved to the other side and resumed my attack on her breast, then down once more to her toes and then thighs. She was squirming now. I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. It was exciting her and I was encouraged.

Again, I gave her a taste of my cock, now spilling pre-cum from the tip. She recognized the scent and taste and hungrily took it into her mouth. Once again, however, I withdrew it before she could achieve any sense of satisfaction. She moaned and I heard a "no" escape her lips.

I laughed as nasty a laugh as I could create. I surprised myself. I was enjoying this in some perverse way. I went back to her lovely delta and began to tease her once more. She was now in a state of constant motion. Her hips were undulating, almost begging for a cock. Her head rolled back and forth and it clearly took all her self-control not to plead for relief.

I backed off once again and silently waited, standing by the bedside as she continued to squirm, not knowing what would come next. I wanted to bring her as close to an orgasm as I could without allowing her to complete it. 

"Please, please ...," she moaned. 

"Don't waste your breath. I'll do what I want to ... when I want to ... and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it," I chortled in my faux evil voice.

She was very agitated now as it had been a couple of minutes since I had last touched her. I decided it was time for the coupe de grace. I silently moved beside her, and taking my index finger, ran it upward from her anus to her clit, barely touching her as I did.

"Yahhhhhhh ... oh god ... oh please." She had responded violently and immediately to my delicate touch. 

I repeated the move ... then again a few seconds later ... then a fourth time. Each time she gasped and reacted to my faint touch. This truly was torture and I wondered if I wasn't enjoying this more than I should. It was time to bring her to the brink. The next time, I poked my fingertip into her anus and then rimmed her with it before dragging it slowly up her perineum toward her now fully flooded sex. 

I moved silently to the other side of the bed and pressed my forefinger into her pussy, slowly but surely. I bent over her and gently blew on her glistening lips as they absorbed first one finger and then a second. I hooked them slowly upward, searching for her G spot and dragging the pads along the roof of her vagina. 

Charlie had become a perpetual motion machine. She writhed and squirmed and twisted against her restraints, all the while mewling her frustration. Her breathing had quickened and I had to guess when the right time would come for me to release her from this torture. 

I removed my fingers and began to aggressively lick and stroke her pussy with my tongue. Charlie was now in a state of complete arousal. The time had come. I mounted the bed, moved between her legs and presented my cock to her now saturated entrance. She pushed her body upward, attempting to impale herself on my rigid member. I pulled back, denying her that pleasure until she could stand no more of this teasing. 

I allowed her to find me and then, in a single, powerful stroke, I entered her. A cry of something unearthly escaped as I drove into her and we were joined. She shuddered violently at that first stroke and I knew she had orgasmed at that very moment. 

"Time for your punishment, woman," I grunted.

There was no response other than a sigh of what I took to be release. It was time to act and I began to drive myself into her in powerful, long strokes. She was crying out in what I could only assume was ecstasy. It certainly wasn't pain or rejection. I continued to drive into her hard and fast. I lost myself in this strange new pleasure. I had joined her fantasy and I was punishing her with pleasure.

It ended in a fury of gaspings, grunts, and cries. As I slipped off her inert form, I pulled the end of the silk ties from her hands and then her feet. I left the mask just as it was. She hadn't moved other than to allow her arms to flop by her side.  

"I'm going now ... but I'll be back. You just won't know when," I growled quietly.

I rose from the bed and gazed at her unmoving form. She continued to breathe deeply, her eyes still covered. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and then moved to the ensuite. When I returned, she had removed the mask and her head was propped up on the pillows, watching me silently. I began to worry that I had carried my game too far.

"Where the hell did that come from?" she eventually croaked.

I moved to the side of the bed and sat, my hand reaching for her face.

"I'm not sure. I just thought ... I'm sorry ... I thought that if I was ... unpredictable ... if you didn't know what might happen next. Well, I'm sorry. I won't do that again," I said meekly.

"Why? It was incredible. I've never been more aroused in my life. When you finally entered me, the orgasm was instantaneous and it was fucking mind-blowing!" 

I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't upset. She was surprised. I hadn't given her what she thought she wanted, but it worked out just as well anyway. 

"Who was that guy?" she asked with smile.

"Snidely Whiplash," I snorted. "And you were Little Nell. This time there wasn't any Dudley Do-Right around to save you."

"Somehow I don't think I fit the description of Little Nell. I'm just not that little," she chuckled. "But you ... you are a perfect Snidely Whiplash. Rotten to the core. Willing to torture women and have your wicked way with them. My kind of guy!" she laughed.

I lay down beside her, both of us naked, both of us sated for now and both of us still coming down from an extraordinary high. As I thought about it, I enjoyed my role and now even more so when I was sure Charlie had as well. 

"Can we do that again?" she asked, teasing me with her fingers on my chest.

"We'll see. You don't want me to repeat the same thing again. I'll have to come up with something different ... something even more ... diabolical," I growled.

"Ahhhhh ... diabolical sounds good," she smiled. 

"I'm going to have to put you on rationing. No more than once a week, maybe even less," I said. "It would get a little stale after a while and I'd have a hard time finding new, safe things to do."

"Maybe I don't want safe," she said in what I took to be a serious tone.

"You don't mean that. I won't do anything that would harm you ... physically or mentally," I said firmly.

"I know. I know you wouldn't. I was just thinking out loud. It was so exciting ... so different. The reward was amazing. I know I want more," she confessed.

"I'm sure you do. You have to make sure you know where the limits are. More importantly, you have to know and trust your partner. I mean, completely trust," I emphasized. 

"I trust you, Lee. Completely. If ... if you wanted to stay ... I mean after this vacation ... if you wanted to be with me ..." She ended her offer as her voice tailed off. 

"I've thought about it, Charlie. I honestly have. We've come together so fast and so ..." I was struggling for what I wanted to say.

"It's too soon to make big decision like that, Charlie. Why don't we just celebrate what we have now? We've got almost two more weeks to decide what comes next. You've been hurt too many times to just leap into another relationship without giving yourself time to know what you actually want." I was stalling for myself as well. 

The balance of Charlie's vacation passed far too quickly. We spent almost every hour together and we were comfortable in each other's company. Since I had begun this journey in March, I had not spent as much time with any one person as I had with her and it gave me the opportunity to examine my own motives and desires. 

She was a powerful woman and a wonderful lover. She reintroduced me to anal sex, and while it was something that I only occasionally wanted, it was enormously sensual, and according to Charlie, something I was good at. My only technique was to go slowly, use plenty of lube and try desperately not to hurt her. That apparently was enough.

We did try the bondage game once more, this time with some variations that I had thought of beforehand. I used a feather and one of her dildos. I tied her face down on the bed, ankles close together with enough length to allow her to rise on her knees. She could manage to get her breasts off the bed far enough that I could play with them as I "tortured" her. 

My big finish was prefaced by a careful insertion of the dildo into her ass, using plenty of KY jelly. After using the feather to tease her to distraction, the dildo was almost a relief. However, when I pushed into her pussy from behind, she could feel my cock and the dildo at the same time and it sent her off almost as violently as before. I finished with a driving fuck that had her crying out her satisfaction and ultimately collapsing on the bed. 

On our last night together, we made love. I knew that I wasn't in love with Charlie, and I think she knew that too. But we had become very close and our intimacy was almost like being in love. Of all my experiences in the past five months, this amazing interlude would help push me toward my ultimate realization. I was near to the decision that my rehabilitation was over.

Charlie did everything she could think of to convince me to come back to Toronto with her. I was tempted. She was a powerful woman and the sex was fabulous, but that's what it was; sex. My temptation to go with her was fueled by my desire to see her happy and in the arms of a man who would treat her with respect and devotion. She deserved nothing less. 

She was good about it. There were no tears, no bitterness, no regrets. She knew it would probably end this way, but tried mightily to delay the inevitable. The last morning, she kissed me goodbye as she boarded the shuttle to Kamloops and the return to her normal life. We had promised to keep in touch and I thought we probably would. We were certainly friends, and friends stay in touch.

The next group of vacationers arrived that afternoon and I tried to go back to some kind of routine. I had found a number of small jobs that I could contribute, but with Charlie gone, I was now a "freeloader" on Lew and Francine's hospitality. I was also lonely again. I realized how much I had come to depend on Charlie's companionship, particularly at night. I wondered briefly if I should have returned with her. I knew the truth, though. It wouldn't have worked ... at least not in the long term.

I lounged in the pool on Sunday afternoon. It was overcast and I had the place to myself. The new crop was all excited about their first trail ride and had ridden off to the sagebrush hills for an afternoon jaunt. 

Lew, Francine and I had finished making the beds and cleaning the bathrooms. Francine was puttering about in the kitchen, organizing herself for the evening meal. Lew was in the barn, checking on the feed supplies and making sure all the equipment was in working order. I was lost in thought as I leaned against the sidewall of the pool, the warm water up to my neck. 

I was going to accept Harold Sinden's offer of a job with Orca Investigations. I still had to pass all the required evaluations and training, but in talking to my friend Pete Dennison, I was confident I could manage that. 

So what was bothering me? Was it Charlie? Did I need more time? I didn't think so. I couldn't put my finger on it. Something was missing. Something buried inside me that I couldn't quite reach. It was frustrating. I wanted a key to unlock that compartment. I waded out of the pool, dried myself and headed for my room. Perhaps an afternoon nap would clear my head.

I slept fitfully for an hour or so before rising and wandering down to the kitchen to see if I could help. Francine was by herself, putting the finishing touches on four large pies. I watched as she effortlessly worked, preparing them for the oven. 

"Did you get some sleep?" she asked, not looking at me.

"A bit ... maybe an hour." 

She turned and looked at me, a frown on her face.

"What's the problem? Missing Charlie?"

"I suppose. I knew it would end this way, but ... just the same, it was nice while it lasted," I admitted.

"So ... what comes next?" She had returned to her task.

"I truly don't know. I think I'm close to ending this adventure and going back to work, but ... something's not quite settled yet."

"Hmmmph," was her only comment.

"What's that mean," I chuckled.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to me. Whatever was on her mind was serious.

"You've been lonely for a long time, Lee. Even before your divorce. Lew told me about the women, the ones you've been meeting on this trip ... what do you think they mean?"

I thought about her question and hesitated. "I suppose they were a way of restoring my pride ... my ego ... my self-confidence." I was the most honest answer I could summon.

"And have they?"

"Pretty much. I feel more confident. I don't feel guilty. I don't feel like I've taken advantage of them," I answered defensively.

"Good. Your conscience is clear. So, I repeat ... what's next?"

"Start over, I guess. I really don't know. Everything that's happened to me on this trip is almost ... like a dream. I have a hard time believing it's all real."

"Oh, it's real alright," she grinned. "Let me ask you a question. If all those women are still available and you could go back and do it all again ... who would be your first choice?"