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Eva Down Under Ch. 01

By: DawnJ



Grumpy had just completed a gruelling trip in the roadtrain, going from Kalgoorlie, to Lienster, to Norseman, to Port Augusta, and then up through the Stuart Highway, to Alice Springs, where he decided he needed to stop and relax a bit.

He owned his own roadtrain, so where and when he pulled up, was entirely up to him. He booked a room at the Gap hotel, showered and dried off. As he dried himself, he studied himself in the mirror.

He saw a man, who stood four inches above six feet, broad-shouldered, muscular, but with a typical truckie's paunch, not big, but still noticeable. He had fairly well structured legs that held all this body erect. His hair was a dark brown. reaching down below his shoulders, and he sported a beard the guys from ZZTop would be proud to sport. His eyes, a darkish blue, stared out from all that hair.

Not bad! Not bad at all, he thought, for a fifty-one-year-old bloke who'd never married. He combed his hair, and tied it back in a pony tail, then combed the beard, which almost reached his lower chest. He slipped on a pair of Levi's that he loved, because not only did they hug his butt tightly, but were comfortable on his bike. As it was hot, he put on a loose white shirt, and buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons open - he hated tight things around his neck. Besides, the beard hid that, and the abundance of chest hairs he'd grown over the years.

He left his room, and sauntered into the dining room, where a noisy mob of Yankee tourists was congregating. He looked them over, and noticed a tallish, dark-skinned lady, around the late thirty's mark, he thought, a little round, good-looking. She casually looked in his direction and eye contact was made for the briefest second.

Grumpy sat and ate his steak, chips, eggs, tomatoes, salad, and bread rolls meal in silence, drinking straight Jack Daniels. His eyes again cast over the American tourists. Again, he caught her eye. Was she studying him? Naaah, she was just checking out the room and people. 

He got up, and went to the men's room, and as he exited, he bumped into a lady, heading into the ladies room, right next to the men's.

"Excuse me," he said, without looking up, until he saw the black slacks the lady was wearing. Only one lady in the tourist group had them on. He looked up. Yes, it was her.

"Oh that's all right. I should be looking where I'm going!" she said, in an accent he couldn't work out.

She's not American, he thought.

They parted. Grumpy went into the bar, had two more drinks and called a taxi. He headed off to the Diamond Springs Casino, for a night of losing money, as he called it.

Eva crossed her legs primly at the ankles, and listened as the tour guide talked about the sights they were passing by. However, she only listened with half an ear. Her mind wandered, mostly over the last few weeks, and the good fortune that brought her to Australia for an extended vacation.

Evangelina Jackson was forty-eight years old, and some days, she felt all the weight of those years. But she knew she didn't look her age...too many people had looked openly startled when she had told them how old she was. Good genes, she supposed, from her mother's side of the family. She was in Australia for a month, with the possibility of remaining for a longer time, if she liked what she saw...and was brave enough to try and make a new life somewhere other than in Cedarwood.

Her father, the parson in that laid-back rural town, had been gravely ill for many months prior to his not-unexpected death, and Eva had been his sole caregiver for those months, and the years before that, when his health first began to fail. Now, she was alone, and she felt the fear rise inside her as she contemplated the scenery outside the tour bus windows. 

At 5' 9" she was not a short woman, and her broad shoulders and long legs proclaimed her to be someone to be reckoned with. Her caramel-colored skin stood out in stark contrast to the pale complexion of her fellow tourists, except for the darker-skinned couple who had confided in her that this was their honeymoon tour.

The bus pulled back into the hotel parking lot, and she stepped out, feeling the hot sun of the Australian summer pelting her. She pulled the cute little straw hat down firmly and slid her sunglasses over her eyes, as she hurried into the relative coolness of the shade under the marquee. There was nothing left to do for the afternoon...but she didn't feel like taking a nap, as she had done every afternoon since she had arrived. Maybe she could stroll down to Todd Mall...a little window shopping would be welcome.

She turned in the direction of the taxi stand, and noticed the tall, rough-looking man from dinner the night before, just exiting the hotel and heading in her direction. She hurried ahead, though she could not have said why, and stopped next to the closest cab.

"I'd like to go to Todd Mall," she said, and got into the cab without looking.

If anyone had asked why she was suddenly so nervous, she would have been hard pressed to respond.

When Grumpy woke up that morning, he had already decided he needed some new "hard yakka" shorts for work, and some singlets. So, the morning consisted of washing the truck, and heading back to the hotel. He didn't feel like lunch, so he grabbed his wallet, and headed out to the taxi stand, where a lone taxi waited. As he strode toward it. 'Miss America', as he now called her, rushed in front, without a glance in his direction, and jumped in, saying she wanted to go to the mall, where he was headed.

He managed to get into town, did his shopping, and then went to the cafe and bought a coffee. He wandered outside, where there were tables set up under umbrellas. As he sat down, he saw her again, crossing the road, coming to the cafe.

Dammit, he thought, I'm going to speak to her, no matter what happens. He didn't stop to ask himself why he wanted to do that. As she walked by to enter, he said,

"Hello! Enjoyin' ya holiday, are ya?"

"Huh?" She looked at him, startled for a second. "Oh, its you! Hello...er, yes, thank you, I am!"

She kept walking. He watched as she went inside, her butt swinging sexily. He waited for her to come out, and said invitingly,

"You can sit with me, if you want!"

She looked at him again and then said, "Thank you!" and sat down opposite him.

"They call me Grumpy," he said, holding out his hand.

"Eva," She replied, shaking his hand very timidly. Then she cocked an inquiring brow. "Grumpy...as in the seven dwarfs?"

"Well, kinda, but more coz I'm a grumpy git when things don't go right!" he chuckled.

"Oh, a man with a temper"...she said, sounding dejected.

"Not really, Eva! It's more coz I ride a Harley, and the blokes I work with reckon I get a grumpy look on my face when I ride."

"Oh, you ride a motorbike too?" She sounded dismayed.

"Well, don't let it put you off me or anything," he said hastily. "I just love the freedom of the wind in my face, the freedom to go where I want."

He watched her face.

"Oh!" She sipped her coffee, then admitted, "I sort of always wanted to ride on a bike, but dad said that men on bikes have no respect for ladies!" She kept her eyes on her cup, not looking at him.

"Naaaah, that's not true! I respect ladies. Shit, if I didn't, me dad'd jump out of his grave and boot me in the jacksie!" He chuckled merrily.

"And what, sir, is a jacksie?" she wanted to now, finally looking him in the eye.

"Oh...ahhhhhh, me butt, I guess you'd say," he explained, smiling.

"Oh!" There was a long silence, and then she asked,

"And what do you do for a living, Grumpy?"

"I'm a road train operator. You know, the prime mover with two, three or more trailers behind! Been doin' it for years now."

"And what do you carry, on your road train?" she wanted to know next.

"Everything you can buy here in Alice," he said. "Without the road trains, this place wouldn't exist!"

"But there is the rail! Surely you're competing with that!" she commented earnestly.

"Yes we are, but we can get the freight here in twenty-two hours from the Gutta, whereas the freight trains take up to thirty-six hours, and if the track's closed, we carry all that they do, coz we can get through!"

And so the conversation went, him buying her another coffee, and then inviting her to dinner at the Casino. She said she'd think about it.

They shared a taxi back to the hotel, and he gave her his room number, so she could call and let him know about dinner.

Eva wished she could take a bath, but she didn't trust the cleanliness of the bathtub in her hotel room, so she settled for a long, hot shower, to wash off the grime and sweat of the day. 

Besides, if she wished to be pleasant company, she had to be clean. She didn't think too closely about who she would be pleasant company for, refusing to consider that she was thinking a little too much about the truck driver she had had lunch with. Grumpy! Hmph! What a nickname! She wondered what his real name was, but knew she would never be bold enough to ask.

Her hair was long, reaching past her shoulders, and she wore it in a ponytail most days, because of the heat. Tonight, she opted for leaving it loose, so she had washed it, and was blow-drying it, when it occurred to her that she hadn't told Grumpy whether or not she would have dinner with him. Her heart tripped in her chest...dinner with a man who looked like a cross between a bear and a wolf, but whose voice made her feel strangely liquid. She walked into the bedroom, and picked up the phone, dialing the number for his room.

When he picked up, Eva felt her heart gallop off, and she had to take a deep breath to continue.

"It's Eva...from lunch today?"

"Oh yes?" he answered.

"I'd love to have dinner with you," she said. "When should I be ready?"

"An hour okay with you?" he asked. "I'll pick you up. What room are you in?"

Eva hesitated, and then shrugged. What did it matter if he knew where she stayed? It wasn't like he was interested in her. She told him the number and rang off.

She had an hour to make herself presentable. Still wrapped in the towel she had brought from home, because hotel towels never seemed large enough to wrap her large frame in, she stood before the mirror and stared solemnly at her reflection. 

She had an oval face, high cheekbones and dimples in her cheeks, even when she was not smiling. Her lips were full, as were her breasts, though they were no longer perky. The dark brown areoles contrasted lushly with the milk-in-coffee color of her skin, and she smoothed a hand over them, feeling their silk tease her fingertips. Her nipples stood to attention almost instantly, and she pulled her hand away. Her belly was round, no longer flat, and sported one or two stretch marks. She was no beauty queen, she knew that. The thought was suddenly depressing.

She decided on a tie-dyed skirt, red and orange and yellow, and a stretchy red top, boat-shaped neckline, sleeveless, crop-waisted. She pushed her feet into thin-strapped leather sandals, red to match her outfit, pushed hoops through her earlobes and fluffed her hair, letting the wispy bangs fall over her forehead.

As she was spritzing herself a second time with perfume, a knock sounded at the door. She picked up her purse, checked to see that her room key and wallet were in it, as well as the lip gloss she was wearing, and opened the door.

"Hello," she said to Grumpy, who stood before her looking cool and collected.

"Hello, mate," he replied, and smiled at her.

She let him lead her out to a cab, and soon they were seated in the restaurant of the casino. She ordered a Coke, he ordered a Jack Daniels, and when the waiter returned to take their dinner order, she told Grumpy she'd like to try something uniquely Australian.

"I'd reccomend the buff'n'barra meal. It's bloody nice - buffalo meat, and barramundi, a beautiful fish!" he replied enthusiastically, and she nodded her agreement, asking that the meat be well done. He ordered the same, and while they waited, he asked her about herself.

"You're with the Americans...but you're not American, are you?" His eyes showed his curiosity.

Eva smiled, relaxing a little more. "No, I'm Barbadian," she answered. "I migrated to the States when I was in my mid thirties."

"Oh, a few years ago, then," he commented, and she recognized what he was doing, and smiled wider.

"No, almost fourteen years ago now!" She looked across at him, and added deliberately, "I'm forty-eight, you know. I'm older than I look!"

As she said it, she steeled her heart for the veil that would drop over his eyes as he rapidly lost what little interest he had in her.

"I'm fifty-one myself," he commented, his eyes never leaving her face. "If you don't mind my saying so, you look great!"

Eva could feel herself blushing, and opened her mouth to say thanks when the meal was served. She picked up her knife and fork gratefully, and dug in, happy that the food was delicious, even the fish, which she normally would not have ordered, so that she didn't have to make conversation for a while. She ordered a second Coke, and he a second Jack Daniels.

The meal banter was light, but fact-finding for them both. He told her of his life, avoiding any mention of marriage. She in turn, told him of nursing first her mum, then her dad, as their health had deteriorated, culminating in their demise, several years apart. He also learned she too had never married.

"So, now, you know why I never married, am I allowed to know why you never did?" She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she asked, embarrassed at her own fowardness.

"Well darlin'," he said, " many moons ago, I was in love with a beautiful lady, and we got engaged to be married, but after her death at the hands of a drunken driver, I came to Australia, and buried myself in work. Then, when I pulled my head out of the sand, so to speak, I had missed the marriage market. So, here I am, single, and lookin' at stayin' that way!"

"Came to Australia. You're not an Ozzie then?" she inquired.

"No, I'm a Kiwi!" She smiled at his use of the nickname for New Zealanders. "But enough of the past, my dear!" He picked up her hand, and studied it as he spoke. " Let's look at the future. Aha! What can I see here? I see..." He hesitated.

"What do you see?" she asked, a little over-eagerly.

"I see, a girl, in jeans and t-shirt, with a helmet on, riding a bike with a tall, good looking bearded guy. Riding out to the Soss River homestead for lunch and a swim in the cool canyon waters." He smiled mischievously as he spoke.

"Oh, do you now?" Her smile was equally teasing.

"Yes. It's my last chance to see you, before you leave in a couple of days, but I pull out tomorrow night."

Her heart felt heavy, at this realization. But why? He was only a dinner date for the night. Why did she feel a sense of loss?

"Where are you going?" she asked, a little too brightly.

"I'm doing a milk run up to Darwin" he answered.

"What's a milk run?"

"It's stopping in at the station homesteads, and the towns, dropping off their supplies," he said. 

He wished she could go with him. as it would allow her to see a lot more than the tour had to offer. DAMN!! Why was he thinking like this? Would he actually MISS her after tomorrow?

He realised he was still holding her hand. She hadn't withdrawn it, so he raised it to his lips, letting them linger gently, the whiskers tickling her. She gently pulled her hand back, as if reluctant to let go, and when he looked at her, her eyes glowed. She seemed happy, yet sad at the same time.

He stood, held out a hand for her, and then dug his wallet out of his hip pocket, and dropped some money on the table, way in excess of the bill, but he wanted to tip the waiter well, for leaving them alone. He was showing his appreciation. after all, this was the first time he'd been here with a woman - he usually came on his own.

She followed him to the cashiers, where he changed $100.00 into chips, and went to the two-up circle.

"How do you play this?" she asked.

"Watch and learn, is the easiest way, sweetheart," he answered easily.

"'Sweetheart'? Aren't you being a bit cheeky?" She smiled as she said it.

There was a call for a new spinner and a guy stepped into the circle.

"He has to throw a set amount of heads or tails. The heads are marked by the crosses on the coins. That stick they're putting the coins on, is the spoon," Grumpy explained. 

When the coins were set right, the man tossed them high into the air, and down the coins came - both heads.

Grumpy had placed one token in the heads box, and the croupier dropped another beside it. Again the coins went up, again they came down heads up.

Again the croupier dropped two tokens on the table in front. Grumpy removed the original one, leaving three up. The coins were tossed again, coming down as a split, one heads, one tails, no pay out. Once more, up went the coins. Heads...paid again. Six tokens now. Yet again the coins went up...up... then down, landing on the floor, as tails. 

They collected Grumpy's tokens this time. 

"Doesn't it bother you to lose that $60.00?" Eva wondered aloud.

"Nope, it was their money, not mine. I took my money back....that's why there was six chips, not eight!"

"Ohhhh!" Understanding dawned in her eyes.

A new spinner stepped in. Grumpy waited this time, watching the spinner's tosses, then bet heads...three chips. He won - in fact, he won the next five spins.

He scooped up his chips, and turned to Eva, saying, "Do you want to have a go? Here, take this. It's theirs anyway, win or lose."

She couldn't believe his 'easy come, easy go' attitude. But then, as he'd said, it was their money, not his. She had observed his habit of putting the original outlay back in his pocket, telling her he was a wise gambler.

She placed one chip on heads, and meant to put the other on tails, hedging her bets, but it landed on the line, so she left it there. The toss came down a split. The croupier took the heads, and dropped three on the last chip. She scooped them up, and went to give them to Grumpy, but he told to keep them.

During the next few hours, they wandered about the casino, Eva learning about the games played, with Grumpy's explanations. But she was surprised about one thing. Grumpy was drinking Jacks neat, but he did not appear drunk. In fact, he seemed to be in full control.

Another thing she began to notice was that at every opportunity, he would touch her... hold her hand for a second, drop his arm casually over her shoulders, stand right beside her, with a hand on her waist. How she loved that! She could smell his scent, and it started something tingling inside her. But it was all very casual, not scary in the least.

They went over to the cafe', and finally sat down. Grumpy emptied his pocket of chips, counting them, something she'd not seen him do yet...$3, 500.00 worth.

"Count yours, hun" he said, so she did...$890.00.

"Let's call it a night then, shall we?" he suggested. "My feet are killing me!"

"Yes, alright then. I'm feeling a little tired too," she answered immediately. 

They drank their coffee, and wandered outside to catch a taxi, after cashing up the chips. They rode in silence, but his hand covered hers on the seat between them, Grumpy exchanging pleasantries with the cabbie. 

At the hotel, Grumpy paid and tipped the cabbie, then held the door for Eva as she exited the cab. Inside, he held her hand, as they slowly walked to her room, neither one wanting the night to end. At her door, he took hold of her by the waist, and faced her.

"Thank you for a really great night!" he said. "The offer for lunch is still open. You think about it,and I'll buzz you in the morning".

"Yes, alright," she replied shyly. "And you sleep well..." Her voice trailed off.


Eva Down Under Ch. 01



He moved toward her. Her eyes lit up, knowing he was going to kiss her. Oh, how she wanted that kiss! He leaned forward, brushing her lips gently with his. The beard tickled and she laughed, but he silenced her with another kiss, a gentle but firm kiss. 

Then he kissed her again, but this time, his arms moved up, and he put his hands on her shoulder blades, pulling her in. Her arms snaked around his neck. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she willingly accepted it. This kiss was all new to her, but she learned quickly. Her tongue gingerly made its way into his mouth, and she felt something awaken deep in side her...a yearning.

After a while, he broke the kiss, aware of the bulge in his pants, a bulge she had to have felt. He gave her one more quick kiss, then, after seeing her into her room, left for his. Once inside, he dialed her room.

"Hello?" she answered when she picked up the receiver.

"Hi. just saying thank you again for a wonderful night, hun!" Grumpy's voice was low. "You are such an incredible lady! I hope you'll come tomorrow."

"I'll think about it, Grumpy. I promise!" she ssid earnestly. But her heart screamed at her to say yes right now.

Eva could not keep her evening with Grumpy out of her mind. The ride back to the hotel had been pleasant, yet filled with a subtle tension. She had taken the opportunity to look him over again - a big man, tall, broad-shouldered, hairy...and yet friendly, and gentle with her. Such a contradiction, she thought. Would he trim some of that hair for her? She blushed at the question as she donned her sensible nightie for bed. Why should he? They weren't an item! She was a stranger to whom he was being kind. She'd be gone in two days, and he was leaving before she did. 



She tried to shake the heavy feeling in her chest when she thought of that. Maybe she should say yes to his lunch invitation. Her dreams that night were steamy, and all involved Grumpy. More than kisses, Grumpy made wild love to her in them, and she woke in a sweat, before morning. She watched the sun come up over the horizon, and she waited until eight to call his number.

"Morning," he said, as though he knew it was her calling.

"Morning, Grumpy! I'm calling to accept your invitation! You should just know though that I can't swim..." her voice trailed off.

"No worries, hun," he said, the endearment slipping out unnoticed by both of them. "Wear light clothing, shorts if you have them, and carry a hat and sunscreen."

"How are we getting there?" she asked.

He sensed something behind her question, so he asked in his turn, "How would you like to go?"

"In your truck?" was her immediate reply. 

"I've never ridden in a truck before."

She heard Grumpy chuckle. 

"We can make a run in just the cab, if that's what you want."

She nodded. "When shall I be ready?" She wanted to know.

"Ten good enough for you?"

She rang off after agreeing. By ten, her little beach bag was packed - towel, sunscreen, a book to read, and the red bathing suit she had brought with her. Grumpy was waiting for her in the front lobby, and together they walked around back to his truck. It was a gleaming red and chrome monster...her heart fluttered with fear and excitement. Grumpy helped her up into he cab, and went around to swing his long frame into the driver's seat. He smiled at her as she put on her seatbelt, and switched on the ignition. The monster roared to life, and Eva could feel it thrumming through her veins.

"All right?" he asked, looking over at her.

"Y...yes!" she managed.

The truck responded to every little touch of his hands, like a willing woman. The thought came unbidden to Eva, and she blushed at the comparison. The ride was surprisingly smooth, though she could not keep from marveling at how far off the ground they were. Grumpy told her about the places they passed, and a little more about himself, and how he came to be a road train driver. 

He had not been a good student; in fact, he had hated school, and only when he could support himself had his dad allowed him to drop out. He'd been doing this for more than half his life, he told her.

His life had been so different from hers. She was an executive secretary for a financial empire back in the States, administrative assistant to the CEO himself. This holiday was her reward for twenty years of service to the company, and because he knew she hadn't had one in five years. She was an avid reader, as was Grumpy, it seemed, if she were to go by the books he had piled next to his seat. And she wrote romances for publication...which is why she could afford this holiday a half a world away from her home.

They arrived, after an hour's ride, to what looked like an oasis in the desert. She oohed and ahhed as Grumpy rolled the truck around to the back to park it.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, as he helped her down. She tried to ignore the sparks tha flew between them at his touch. "This is beautiful!"

"Yes, it is, hun!" he replied, but when she dared to look at him, he was looking at her, not at the scenery. She shivered, and watched him lower his head for the kiss she willingly gave him. It was a sweet kiss, full of promise. She wondered, even as she let him invade her mouth to deepen it, what he wanted, and where their time together would go.

He let her go, and took her hand. She let him lead her to the front, and was overcome again by the beauty. He led her around the rocky outcrop and smack bang into the homestead. She marveled at it being there, because it couldn't be seen from the parking lot. It was a big, rambling style building, single storey, with a huge veranda out front, tables and chairs everywhere.

Lunch was enjoyable; her taste buds were tickled by tempting flavors of 'roo steaks, emu patties, barramundi, a crocodile tail soup, and little witchity grubs that were cooked on the barbecue grill, in copious amounts of butter, allowing them to slide down the throat like oysters.

She tried a little sample of each, as she'd been brought up to at least sample food before saying no, and Grumpy took full advantage of this.

But they were all exotic flavors to her, and she enjoyed her samples immensely.

After they had eaten,he took her to the change rooms, and she entered one, doubting her looks in her new bathers. When she emerged, she heard a long, soft wolf whistle and spun about, to see Grumpy standing there, in jeans and t-shirt, looking her over. She was embarrassed, and quickly wrapped her towel about her, smiling at the cheek of him. Grumpy led her away from the building, taking a path out between the rocks, then across a small flat piece of ground, before entering a fissure in a rock. Coming out on the other side, her eyes popped open, at the sight of the pool in front of her.

It was a long, narrow valley, no more than three meters across, and about 100 meters long, the water looking crisp and clean. It was so clear, she could see the sand at the bottom.

"Well, do you like my pool?" Grumpy smiled at her.

"Its beautiful," Eva enthused.

"I found it by accident one day. You're the only person I've ever brought here." he watched her face as he said that, and then, before she could respond, he went on,

"Well, let's swim" he said, and began disrobing, taking everything off. Eva's eyes popped wide open, as did her mouth, at his brazenness.

Her eyes followed the muscle structure of his back, ogling at the vee shape from the shoulders to his hips, then down to his buttocks, masculinely small, but firm. His legs were also solid.

He turned and she stared at the well developed chest, the not-quite-flat-anymore tummy, and then her eyes fell on his cock, as it lay resting against his scrotum. She sucked in a sharp breath. It was bigger than the last penis she'd seen, and she felt her self getting very wet as she looked.

He dived into the water and swam about effortlessly. She walked to the edge, feeling the cool water between her toes, around her feet.

Eventually, she'd walked in, so that the water came up to her waist. Grumpy swam underwater, and surfaced right beside her.

"Isn't this just pure bliss?" he asked.

"Well, it would be..." she began, "but...do you always swim like that?"

Grumpy laughed. "Well, yes! It's so comfortable!"

They frolicked about for a while longer. and then got out and dried themselves off. They plodded back to the house, and had a cold drink, before going out to the truck. Their chatter had been light, but her mind was elsewhere. How could he so easily strip naked in front of me like that? she wondered.

As it was quite warm, Grumpy told her to wait there, and he'd go fire up the motor and get the aircon going, and would call when the truck was cool enough for her.

And that's another thing, she thought. How could a bloke, so hairy and rough-looking, be such a gentleman?

After about fifteen minutes, he appeared, and led her out to the truck, assisting her to climb in, then climbed in behind the wheel. All the way back to the hotel, Eva watched Grumpy surreptitiously. At least she hoped he didn't notice her taking in his profile, or the way his hands handled the steering wheel, or how he squinted against the light, before sliding sunglasses over his blue eyes. 

She remembered his long hard body swimming under the water of that clear pool, the way his cock looked. She remembered wondering how it might feel if she touched it, and knowing that to touch him would have been to lose whatever perspective she still had. He was to all intents and purposes a total stranger...well, not total anymore. She knew a great deal about this man she had only met the day before. More that she knew about many people who called her "friend".

He turned suddenly and looked her dead in the eye.

"What's troubling you, hun?" he asked.

"Nothing!" she denied hastily. "Just thinking about how we didn't even know each other yesterday." She offered the half truth as a way to get him to stop his questions.

He reached for her hand, and held it for a minute, before squeezing it and letting it go, so that he could turn into the hotel back lot. They had arrived, and Eva had no idea how she would handle this goodbye. He was going back on the road, to haul supplies to homesteads, and she didn't think she would ever see him again. For some reason she couldn't understand, the thought made her feel desolate, alone, lonely. She fought back sudden tears, and surreptitiously wiped the errant one that slid down her cheek, so that by the time he came around to help her down from the cab, her face was dry.

"Want a drink before I go?" he asked, as they walked across the yard.

"No, no thanks, I'm fine!"

Eva looked into his rugged face and saw, behind the long beard that made her wince, a gentle man, a thoughtful man, a romantic man. He hid this soft side of himself from the world behind long hair, a disreputable beard, and the job he did.

"Then I'm off now, hun," he said. "First load must be delivered by midnight."

He reached out a hand and touched her face, a soft, almost tender touch. "Sorry I have to leave you here."

He looked into her eyes, and then lowered his head. "We may never meet again, Miss America," he said, smiling at the startled look on her face, "and I would like a souvenir to remember you by." He eyed her mouth meaningfully. "May I?"

Eva nodded, unable to speak, for the moment, and when he touched her mouth with his, she opened up to his questing tongue.

Oh God, the kiss was deep, and slow, and demanding. She gave him back kiss for kiss, settling into the cradle of his arms, that he had by this time thrown around her. She felt his cock stirring against her, and still she let him have his way. A small part of her wondered at how wanton she was being, but she couldn't muster the necessary courage to end what had become a completely erotic experience for her. She moaned, and Grumpy turned her around, and pushed her up against the side of the truck, pushing himself against her, letting her feel the fullness of his arousal. She wondered how it would look erect.

He pulled his mouth away slowly, reluctantly, and looked into her brown eyes.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Eva," he said huskily, and cleared his throat before continuing. "Thanks for the souvenir. I don't think I will ever forget you!" He pressed his lips to hers one more time...no tongue, just a soft kiss goodbye, and swung his big body up into the cab.

Eva moved away, and watched him lean to shift the big monster in gear. Then he turned, looked at her and waved, and drove slowly out of the parking lot. She raised a hand to wave goodbye, and wondered why she felt as though her heart were about to burst. The truck disappeared from view, and she walked slowly into the hotel, wishing she could relive these last two days over...or wishing he would come back and take her with him...She fought against the tears, until she made it to the sanctuary of her room, and then she let them slide silently down her cheeks...



Eva Down Under Ch. 02



Next morning, as she loaded her suitcase on the bus, she thought about Grumpy and wondered where he was. She had calmed down considerably since their parting, and now, on the way to Tennant Creek, she wondered if any part of the rest of her holiday could top the last two days. The next stop was a kind of campground, as she understood it, and she would be sharing a cabin with another single female on the tour, a woman with whom she had spoken fleetingly. She guessed it would be okay...hadn't she swum with an almost-stranger in a gorgeous natural pool only yesterday? And hadn't he been au naturel for the swim? Camping would be a breeze! She sighed, squelched the thought thatif he were with her, it would be DELICIOUS fun, and boarded the tour bus.

Just as she was about to board the bus, a desk clerk ran out and told her there was a call for her, and the caller had said it was urgent.m So, she went in and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"G'day Miss America!" said the voice. Her heart melted. "I just rang to ask you if you people are stopping at Tennant Creek tonight."

"Why, yes, I do believe we are," she said, her voice quivering. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh nothin, just thought I'd ask. By the way, you missing anything?" he asked.

"No, I dont think so."

"Oh okay. Well, see ya at the creek, hun. Bye!"

"Bye!" and she hung up, and re-joined the bus tour.

Sitting on the bus, she wondered why he'd rung her, and why he wanted to know about where they were stopping. Their tour took them out to a place called Glen Helen, a picturesque place, with willow trees all around a billabong, with all sorts of birds flying about, and a lot of white parrots, known as Major Mitchells, squawking and screeching. After lunch, it was back to Alice Springs, then on up to an afternoon tea stop at Barrow Creek, before stopping at the famous 'Devils Marbles'. Legend had it that during the creation of the Earth, the devil played marbles here, while waiting for the right opportunity to give Eve the forbidden apple. Eva smiled at that...yeah, right! The rocks were round, just like marbles, and there were quite a few there. The tourists took photos, wandered about and re-boarded the bus, before continuing on to Tennant Creek. As the bus pulled into the parking lot, Eva caught herself looking for the red Kenworth, but it wasn't there. They unloaded from the bus and found their accommodations... 

Meanwhile, Grumpy was out delivering to the stations, some as far as 100 kilometers off the main highway, others within sight. He was just coming back to the highway, from the Willowra homestead, when he saw her bus cruise by, and he couldn't help but smile. He still had one more stop to make, and then he wheeled the triple-trailered-roadtrain into Tennant Creek, just after dark. As he drove into the truck park, he looked through the windows of the restaurant, and yes, she was there! He pulled the rig up in a straight line, then skillfully reversed it away from lights, so he'd be able to sleep in darkness. As he alighted from the cab, he reached up, and hung her swimsuit on the aerial of the radio, laughing to himself. There was still enough light for her to see what he'd done. Laughing to himself, he strode into the showers.

Eva looked up when she heard the sound of a truck pulling into the parking lot. She had chosen a table by a window, hoping against hope that Grumpy might stop by, on his way to make deliveries. She knew it was a faint hope, at best, but she needed something to make her stay with the tour, and not just chuck it and go home in despair. At first she saw nothing, and then the red truck appeared, and the driver backed it up as though it were a car. She knew it was Grumpy by the chrome on the front. She watched as he got down from the cab, stopping on the way to hang something on the aerial. She looked closely, and her jaw dropped in amazement and embarrassment. That was her bathing suit! Oh my God! She averted her eyes, torn between laughter and anger. How dare he...? How did he...? Why did he...? God, he confused her so much!

She finished her meal quickly, and decided that, while he was wherever he had gone, she would take a couple of pictures of the truck. Luckily, she still had her camera, and she walked out through the side entrance to the spot where he had parked it. Trying to decide on the best angle, she walked around in front of it, and then, satisfied with her position, she aimed and took a shot. One more...Strong arms caught her from behind, and she squeaked in surprise and outrage, trying to turn around to see who had caught her off guard like that.

"Stealing piccys of my Kenworth, then, Miss America?" Grumpy's voice shook her to the core.

"Uh...sorry! I didn't know you were around. I hope you don't mind...?" Her voice held uncertainty.

"No, hun, I don't mind!" He turned her around and stared into her eyes. "Finished your dinner?"

"Yes, thanks!" She lowered her eyes, unable to hold his gaze.

"Where are you staying?" When she looked puzzled, he added, "So I can come say goodnight after I'm done eating."

She gave him her cabin number. "But I'm sharing with someone," she informed him, "so you won't be able to stay."

As she said it, she flushed. He hadn't said he was going to stay. What was she thinking?

"How did you get my bathing suit?' she demanded, changing the subject.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, ignoring her question. "Do you want it back?"

"Not now," she answered immediately, looking with distaste at the scrap of material clinging to the aerial. "I'm going to have to get another one."

"I'll take you shopping if you like," he offered, his tone innocent, his eyes not.

Suddenly, he pulled her into the shadow of the building, out of immediate sight of anything or anyone, and kissed her soundly.

"I've been wanting to do that since I watched you watching me leave yesterday." He kissed her again. "Mmmmm! You taste good!"

Eva felt the tension in his arms and knew he was holding his emotions in check. How she knew this she couldn't tell, but she felt good to know he felt so strongly about her.

"Wait for me! I'll be along to say goodnight soon, love!" 

He let her go, and walked into the restaurant through the entrance she had just used to leave it. He ate his meal , watching the news on the television, but his mind was else where. it was in that cabin, kissing those warm, inviting lips... Damn!!! What was it with this bloody woman? She invaded every corner of his mind. There was no getting away from her!

Finishing his meal, he went out to the truck and pulled the bathers down, laughing to himself at her reaction to his bit of fun. He splashed a bit of Imperial Leather aftershave on his face, then went in search of Eva. He knocked on her door, and her roomie answered, so he asked if Eva was in, and was told she had gone to the bar. He walked to the bar, and saw her perched up on a stool talking with a man.

Rather than interrupt, he went back to the truck, and fired up the engine, so he could run the air conditioner for a bit, trying to cool it down in the cab. He had some bookwork to do, and then he lay back on the bunk, watching a DVD on the small screen. It was his favorite, 'Convoy' with Kris Kristofferson. Suddenly, there was a tap-tap-tap on the door. He got up, and opened the door. It was Eva; he invited her in, but she declined, instead asking him to join her in the bar.

He followed her in, and they had a couple of drinks, with light conversation about how their day had been. She told him that she'd been in here earlier, asking the coach driver where their next stop would be, and he'd told her Mataranka homestead. He was starting to get really relaxed and comfortable being with her, and hoped she felt the same way with him. At about ten o'clock, he said he had to go to bed, or he'd be too tired to drive tomorrow, and walked her toward her room. As they walked through a dark patch, he grabbed her and kissed her deeply, intensely, a tongue-in-the-mouth kiss. Her right foot curled up behind her, her arms curled around his neck, her breasts pushed against his chest. He could feel her nipples digging in, through all the clothing. 

His cock began to stir, rising to prod her just above her pubic bone, stirring her juices. She felt herself getting wet and broke the kiss, laughing. He looked into her bright eyes, and she told him that his whiskers were tickling her. He told her that he'd shave them off then, causing her to laugh more, because she just didn't believe him. Then he said,

"Hun, I don't like you calling me Grumpy. That's for the punters out there. Why don't you call me Alfie?"

"Alfie? Gee, where did THAT come from?" she wondered.

"From Alfredo, on my dad's side. It's Italian, but I'm only quarter Italian. Grandma was English, and my mum was of Scots/Welsh descent."

He kissed her again. This time, as her arms went around his neck, his hands slid up her sides, then gently cupped her breasts. She pulled back, then moved in, kissing deeper and more passionately than ever before. She could feel the crotch of her panties getting uncomfortably wet. He released her. His cock was poking right into her again, leaking pre cum. She bent down to put her shoe, which had fallen off, back on, and her face rubbed against the bulge in his pants. Man, that a big bulge, she thought, but resisted the temptation to reach out and touch it...

"Want to come over to the truck?" His voice was hoarse.

"Ah, n-n-no, I better go to my room, I think," she said shakily. So he walked her to her door and kissed her good night.

Eva could still taste Alfie - she smiled at that - as she got ready for bed. Even after brushing her teeth, he was still there. Oh God, I want this man and I don't know him! What is WRONG with me? Her thoughts went back to that heated exchange of kisses in the parking lot. She had been so aroused, and when he had invited her to his truck, she had almost said yes. But she wasn't sure she was ready for what she knew would have happened had she gone back there with him. It was too soon...

She dreamed about him that night...about his arms enfolding her lovingly, about his kisses sweeping her away, about his hard cock, not just teasing her from outside, but driving her wild inside. She awoke before dawn in a sweat, and couldn't go back to sleep. She got up and went into the little front hall of the cabin, carrying a book with her - maybe she could get back to sleep after she read a bit.

When she woke up again, it was bright with the crispness of morning sunshine, and her roommate was almost dressed. She explained away her not being in bed by saying she couldn't sleep, and hurried to shower and change. She threw on a pair of black jeans, a sleeveless white T, with a bright yellow Tweetie Bird on the front, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Yellow thongs on her feet - she was glad she had had her toenails done before coming - and she was ready. Her suitcase was packed, and she carried it with her to the restaurant.

Alfie was waiting for her, at least, that's what it looked like, because he was standing there and when she rounded the corner, he moved to help her with the case.

"Morning, hun!" he said cheerfully, and put it in the hold of the bus, before escorting her in to breakfast.

"What would you like?" he asked, settling her into a seat, before sitting himself.

"Whatever you're having is fine," she said. 

She looked around her, and wondered what people were thinking about her being with him. They were bound to notice that he was the same one she had been with in Alice Springs. Did they think she and he...? She averted her eyes from his face, and instead watched the bus driver help other passengers load their luggage. When breakfast came, she found herself facing a mound of eggs, bacon, steak, hash browns, toast, and fruit. And the waiter had placed a carafe of coffee, as well as creamer and sugar, on the table. Two glasses of juice followed, and then they were alone.

"Dig in, Eva!" Alfie invited her, and took his own advice, helping himself to enough food to feed a small army, she thought laughingly.

She ate sparingly, feeling queasy for some reason she didn't understand. The food was good, and as she sipped her coffee, she thought about what she would say to Alfie when the time came to say goodbye. She had received many reprieves since their eyes first met two days ago, and it was getting harder each time to contemplate never seeing him again. She looked up at a sound to find him gazing thoughtfully at her.

"What?" she asked nervously.

"I'm just enjoying the view," he answered her, smiling. "Has anyone ever told you you're a very beautiful woman?"

Eva felt her face flood with color, and didn't know how to answer him.

"Thank you, Alfie!" she managed at last, looking away.

"Why are you so nervous and shy with me?" he wondered. "Haven't I shown you over these last two days that you have nothing to fear from me?" He kept staring at her.

"You've been very kind to me, Alfie, and a real gentleman," she admitted. "It's not you, it's me..."

He smiled at that, and finished his breakfast, pocketing some fruit for the road.

"Time to go, I think," she said, eyeing the other passengers, most of whom were now standing outside by the bus.

"Come on, then," he said, leaving money on the table for the bill and a tip. 

He took her elbow and led her out into the bright sunshine. The other passengers were boarding the bus, and Eva turned to face Alfie.

"Well...I guess this is really goodbye now, huh?"

She tried to keep her voice steady, and failed miserably. Swallowing what were tears, she knew, she looked into his eyes, and watched him lower his head. Oh God, he was going to kiss her before God and all these people! He tasted her lips with his tongue, and then pushed into her mouth, and Eva could not resist him. It was a brief, but erotic kiss, leaving her wanting more.

"I never say goodbye, if I can help it," he said, raising his head and showing her the passion in his blue eyes. See you around," he added, ushering her up into the bus. "Take care!"

Her mind was in a complete whirl all day, and as they visited the various tourist places, she took many pictures, and wrote notes on each picture in her book, but ask her about their last stop, she could tell you more about the inside of Alfie's truck. She laughed at this thought. She did spot a dust plume several kilometers off the highway, and the sparkle of sun on chrome, and she thought she could guess who it was. Late in the afternoon, as they neared Mataranka, she glanced off to her right, and there, coming down the dusty road, not more than 500 meters away, was the red Kenworth, with three trailers, a plume of dust following. She photographed it. Beautiful, she thought. They stopped in the little township, allowing everyone to visit the tourist shop.

By the time they reached the homestead, where they were staying, Alfie was already there, unloading supplies from the middle trailer. She watched the workers stacking stuff on a pallet, and then he poked his head out and waved to her. Flushed with embarrassment, she gave a small wave, and returned to the bar.

An hour later, freshly showered, Alfie joined her, and suggested she go put her bathers on, as he had something wonderful to show her. Fifteen minutes later, she was back, and off they went, down a track, through some banana trees, and out into an open space, with a large pool in the middle. This pool had been built by American G.I.'s during WW2, and had remained there for use ever since, he told her.

They dropped their towels over the railing and stepped into the water. The first shock for Eva was the warm temperature which, Alfie explained, came from a natural spring, just above the pool, in the rocks. As she waded about, she felt herself relaxing.... even to the point of allowing Alfie to cuddle her from behind. She laid her head back, resting it on his shoulder. He bent his head down and kissed her above the eyebrow, as his hands slid over her tummy, fingers interlocking, thus effectively trapping her, gently. He walked backwards, dragging her with him, until his back was against the wall. She felt safe in his arms, and relaxed even more. Suddenly she woke with a start. He was kissing her face, and she felt the bulge inside his swim shorts, as it pressed against her lower back.

"Mmmmmm, this feels soooo good" she whispered, languishing there.

She turned her upper body, to accept Alfie's kisses, and raised her arms to lock them around his neck. They kissed passionately, her body stirring up feelings she'd only dreamed about. He reached up and grabbed one of her hands, guiding it between them, on to his cock, as his other hand caressed her nipple and kissed her deeply. She curled her fingers around him, feeling the pulsating heat, as he grew more under her touch. He adjusted his position so she had room, and then he moved his hand, so that both hands now teased her nipples.

She opened her eyes, and saw they were alone. Holding his cock, she turned to face him, and looking into his glazed eyes, began stroking him, his hands still on her breasts. They kissed, tongues swirling, her grip increasing as she got hornier. He slid one hand down to her mound, brushing it outside the bathers. Her resistance and strength began to crumble. She let go of his cock, and pushed his shorts down, allowing her free access, and began stroking him again. He slipped a finger inside her suit, stroking her mound firmly, and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Suddenly, she felt a flood of feelings explode inside her body, as she came. He moved his finger to her slit, swiping it over her outer folds and then pushing in, finding her clit, hard and expectant. She cried out as his finger rubbed her button, making her cum right then. She let go of his cock, and jammed her body against him, trapping his cock against her pubic bone, and as she kissed him, she rubbed herself on him. He reached between them, and when he took his hand out, she no longer felt his cock there. It was between her legs and she felt his length all along her slit. His cock was trapped between her thighs. She moved herself back and forth, riding on his shaft, the feelings driving her wild. Suddenly, as she moved on his shaft, his whole body stiffened, and she could feel his cock throb powerfully where she rode it. He blew rope after rope of cum, and she watched his face intently, as he came.

"Wow" she said, as his erection began to subside.

This was the first time she'd ever watched a man cum, and it excited her. They laughed together, as they watched strings of cum float to the surface, then the current carried it off, over the wall. They kissed, and he played with her breast, removing it from behind the swimsuit, exposing it to the world. He bent his head, and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking gently on it, sending shock waves of sensations through her body. When they heard the laughter and chatter of people approaching, they adjusted their clothing and she moved away a little.

By the time the other guests arrived at the pool, Eva was reclining on her towel, a book open on her belly, watching Alfie swim laps. No one could guess, from this tranquil scene, that minutes before they had been in the throes of passion. She still tingled from his touch, and thinking about how he made her cum had her nipples still hard inside her bathing suit. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. And even though he had cum, with her riding his cock, he had not penetrated her. She wanted him inside her, now more than ever...but she was afraid. She had had no real experiences with men in all her life, so she had no experience in matters of lovemaking. She sensed that Alfie was being patient with her, leading her to the point where he could have his way with her, and she would be putty in his hands. She thought she already was. A fat, cold drop of water on her arm startled her. Her eyes flew open, and Alfie was sitting next to her, looking down on her where she lay.




Eva Down Under Ch. 02



"Tired, hun?" he asked, his eyes caressing her face.

"A little," she answered. "It's getting dark." She studied his face for a second. "Are you staying here?"

"Yes. Need to get some rest for the next run." His eyes wandered over the people now lounging around or swimming.

"Do you sleep in the truck?" she wanted to know.

"Yes." He looked back at her. "Haven't shown you the inside, have I? Maybe I'll show you, before dinner, if you'd like."

Eva didn't answer him, but closed her eyes instead.

"Well? Would you like?" His tone demanded that she answer his question.

Her eyes flew open, and she saw the desire he was not hiding flare out at her from the blue depths of his own.

"Yes," she said, her voice so low the answer was almost lost in the air.

"Have dinner with me?" He touched the shoulder nearest his hand, sliding a teasing finger over it, and Eva felt the shock of his passion in the faint trembling on her skin.

She nodded, holding his gaze but unable to speak. She watched him bend his head, and felt the fleeting touch of his warm lips on her shoulder. She closed her eyes again...it was too much, this desire she had, this need to know him, to be with him, to have him.

"Oh and, wear something loose, easy to remove, hun," he whispered in her ear.

She reddened, as sexual thoughts pounded through her brain.

"Ah...ok," she stammered.

"Come on, let's go. It's getting over populated here!" he said, hopping lithely out of the pool.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Well, now's a good opportunity to have a good look at my living space, don't you think?"

"Oh ok," she answered, as she stood, wrapping her towel about her.

They walked back to the truck, and he unlocked it and helped her up into the cab, coming up behind her, leaving a kiss on the top of her exposed thigh. He pointed to each gauge on the dashboard, telling her what they were for. Then the overhead console, that housed a glove box for his logbook, the AM/FM radio, tape deck, and CB radio. On top of the dash, was a small black box, which, he explained, was a radar detector for cops. She turned around on the seat and looked in the sleeper. She saw a floor to ceiling cupboard, a bunk, and a television mounted to the wall, on a swing arm. He told her to go through, and as she did, he sat on the seat, and she saw the controls for the TV, radio and tape deck on the wall, about two feet up from the mattress.

"Lie back, hun, and tell me how comfy it is."

She lay back, and yes, it was surprisingly more comfortable than it looked. Oooh, there's just enough room for both of us, at a squeeze, she thought, blood rushing to her cheek.

"Well, don't get too comfy girl, or I just may snuggle up there too!" he laughed at her.

His cock was stirring at the sight of her, lying there in just her bathers, every line, every contour of her body showing, even those delicate little folds between her legs. She watched him looking at her, and blushed, realizing the costume hid nothing, especially her fully erect nipples. How she wished he'd come and join her. A dampness began between her thighs.

"Come on, hun, let's go eat. I'm hungry!" he said, moving in the seat. 

As he stood up, the bulge in his pants showed, and she thought, yes, but hungry for what? She scrambled out of the truck, and they went to the main building, where he suggested she go change for dinner. After dinner, they walked down to the river, where the rapids were, and looked about, and he pointed out the fruit bats, a kangaroo on the other side having a drink, and told her they have kayaking down through there. Then he walked her downstream, to a large pool, with a small waterfall dropping leisurely into it, and there were people still swimming there, in the late light of sunset.

Some years earlier, the premises had been used to make a movie, called "We of the Never Never", about the harsh life lived in that region. It was based on a book written by a resident at the time. The cabins built for the set still remained, and were now a museum dedicated to that era. He took her and showed her. She was fascinated by the old pictures, showing the dress standards of the day, and reading the historical documents that were there. Everything was behind Perspex casings, to preserve them for posterity.

As they left the huts, he walked her to the bar, and bought a Jack Daniels, as well as a vodka and coke... he knew she didn't drink, but he wanted to just help her relax, as he felt she was a bit uptight for some reason. Two drinks later, he took her hand and led her down the track to that nice warm pool again.

"Now, as the screams of the bats keep all the people away, lets skinny-dip," he said, removing his clothing, and diving in.

She hesitated, then thought "What the hell!" and joined him, but with her panties on. She had put on a deep red French cut string bikini, which did not hide her belly, and she covered her breasts with her hands as she waded in, stooping as soon as the water was high enough to cover her. Alfie was lolling about lazily on the far side, watching her, an enigmatic smile on his face.

"No fair!" he said, when she was submerged.

"You've seen it all here!" He pointed to himself.

"Yes, and you've now see more than I have ever shown to any one else, male OR female!" she retorted, her eyes sparkling. "Be happy!"

He swam to her, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Oh, I am, Miss America, I am!" he said.

"Why do you call me that?" she asked, staring at him. "Especially now that you know what my body is really like under my clothes?"

"Eva," he used her name, "you're very beautiful! You're too hard on yourself!"

He drew her to him, and brushed his lips over hers, a tender touch, as though he thought she might break if he demanded more. Eva let him kiss her lips, and caress her with his hands. He slid them down her shoulders to cup the breasts she had hidden from his view, and she felt him trembling, and saw raw lust in his eyes when he looked at her. She marveled that any man could feel such strong emotions for HER, even as she reveled in the feel of his tongue on her erect nipples, and moaned for want of him.

"Tell me what you want, hun," he whispered hoarsely. "You know what I want!"

"Alfie," she said, "I don't know. I just want..."

She stopped, not sure she even knew what to say. Alfie kissed her, a real kiss this time, one that plumbed the depths of her willing mouth, taking all that she was feeling and letting her know how much he wanted it, too.

"What, baby? What do you want?" His tone was urgent, needy.

"I want you to be inside me, Alfie!" she confessed. "I want to be as close to you as I can be!"

He pulled her closer, lining her body with his, and she felt every hard line, and the throbbing length of his cock against her heated skin. He bent her backwards with the strength of his need, and kissed her throat, sliding his mouth down her neck to her chest, before returning to those waiting nipples. He sucked on them, and then pulled his mouth away to say,

"Sweetheart, there's no going back now! If you let me, I'm taking everything you're offering me, and then some!" He stared into her passion-filled eyes. "Are your sure?"

He saw his answer in the way she stared at his mouth, and felt it in the way she pushed her belly against his erection, before she sighed "Yes!" into his mouth.

She felt him slide his hands down to her waist, and he pulled her with him over to the rock against which they had stood - had it only been that afternoon? - and he had made her cum with his hands. He never stopped kissing her, and when they were hidden in the shadow of the rock, he whispered roughly,

"Put your legs up, baby!"

When she put one up, he held the other in his hand, and he said, "Put me where you want me, baby! I'm all yours!"

Eva heard his heated command through a haze of passion, and she reached for his hard rod and guided him to the place that throbbed and ached for him.

"Hold me, baby!" he said. "I won't let you go!"

Eva put her arms around his neck, and he kissed her deeply, slowly, making her gush...and then, with one hard thrust, he was inside. He filled her up...oh God, he filled her up! She could not think, and when he began to move inside her, her eyes rolled back in her head at the pleasure he gave her.

"Alfie!" she cried out hoarsely, and he swallowed her cries in his kisses.

Eva had never felt like this before. Her whole body was aflame, as though he had set a match to her. And in that secret place, where he made love to her, the warmth of her desire pooled, welled up, and overflowed, scalding her in wave after wave of heat. She felt Alfie pumping into her, making the pleasure peak inside her, and she cried out again as he took her over the edge one more time.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed harshly, and she could feel him throbbing, pulsing inside her, and he trembled around her as he came.

She held him with the muscles in her cunt, squeezing him, milking him, making him cum over and over, until they were both spent. She felt him lower them both into the warm water, and position her so she straddled him, but her feet were resting on the bottom.

"Baby!" he said, his voice cracked with feeling. "I..." he stopped, and kissed her instead, and she gave herself up to his kisses, loving the way she felt, the way he made her feel. She never wanted to stop feeling that way...



Eva Down Under Ch. 03



They stayed in the warm water, cuddling, chatting about everything, and enjoying the love that flowed between them. Suddenly, he pushed her away to arms length, and with a very serious look on his face, he said,

"Hon, you know that my being with you...well, its not just sex, don't you? I made some errors today, with deliveries, coz I just couldn't stop thinking about you. God, I hate to think what it's going to be like tomorrow, I'll probably stuff the whole bloody lot up!" They laughed together, as she replied,

"I know sweetheart. I spent the whole day in a haze. I'm glad I keep a book of photos I take, because I honestly can't remember much between you leaving this morning, and seeing you this afternoon!" 

He pulled her in, and kissed her deeply, and her body responded in a now familiar way, as did his. He hoisted her up out of the water, and sat her on the edge of the pool, and came in between her legs, pushing them open. He kissed her tummy, and worked his tongue in circles, moving down, down over the bald pubic area. She lay back hesitantly, knowing, yet not knowing what he was going to do, and opened her legs wider, allowing him better access. He ran his tongue down one side of her slit, then back up the other, and then kissed her where he thought her clit was. This sent lightning bolts to her brain. Slowly, he pushed his tongue into the folds of skin, licking down, then back up, until she jumped. His tongue had touched her wanton clit. He sucked it into his mouth and closed his teeth gently over it, beginning a gentle assault with his tongue on the exposed flesh, not stopping until she climaxed.

He released her clit with a kiss on it, and moved lower down, licking the length of her from her butt, with all the sensitive nerves around it, to her cock canal, up to her aching bud, and back down, and then slowly began to tongue fuck her, his thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. She felt as though she were on her way to heaven, crying out softly at her orgasm. She felt him pushing her legs up towards her chest, and he told her to play with her nipples as he kept driving his tongue in and out of her. She moaned, as she felt his wet tongue licking at her, moving all around, touching each and every sensitive nerve, driving her over the edge.

As her tremors subsided, he kissed, licked, and nibbled his way up her thighs, and on to her breasts, then up to her lips, kissing with such intent, such love, like she'd never before been kissed. It left her limp, lying there on the edge of the pool, but her mind was up on cloud nine. She felt him tugging on her arms, pulling her back into the pool, and he kissed her again, as she wrapped her legs around him, hanging on tightly. She felt the head of his cock, teasing at her entrance and tried to capture it, but he skillfully moved it away from her.

"Would you like to do me now hun?"

Eva knew what he meant. She slid her legs down his sides and stood before him, feeling her face flaming. She had never done anything like what he was asking her to do, and she wanted to show him how she felt about him, how he made her glow and sparkle with his attentions. She didn't know whether or not he loved her, but she knew he felt more than lust. She knelt in the pool, her face at his groin, his cock hard before her eyes. She touched him and felt him shiver.

She knew men liked to be handled, and so she wrapped his hard rod in her fingers and slid her hands up and down, slowly at first, because she didn't know what he liked, and she wanted to see what would make him moan the way she had when he was making love to her. She slid her hands around it, then pumped him a little, the way she had seen on that erotic show on late night TV. She closed her eyes and concentrated, biting her bottom lip as she pumped him. When he moaned, she felt exultant. She pumped him harder, and felt his legs begin to stiffen. But she didn't want him to cum so soon, so she stopped, and waited for him to relax. His cock was still hard, and she looked up at him and saw blue flames leaping from his eyes at her.

She circled his cock again, more slowly this time, and then she kissed him on the head. He groaned, so she did it again, only this time, she took the head into her mouth. His groan grew louder, and he held her head, trying to push her mouth down on him. She loved the way he was responding to her. She never knew, in all her wildest dreams, that she could make a man groan for her. She licked the head and then sucked on it. Just the head, and he was shaking again.

"Baby," he whispered, "take me in. All of me!"

Eva opened her mouth and took him in, as far as she could, sucking on him as though he were a lollipop. She made her sucking motions soft at first, but when he pushed against her, fucking her mouth, she sucked him harder, feeling him tensing, hearing his moans of intense pleasure, feeling his rod get harder and harder, if that were possible, and pulsing. She licked him, up and down the length of his rod...once, twice, again, and circled him with her tongue. She was by this point as turned on as he was by what she was doing to him, and she wanted him to cum...badly. She took him back inside, sucking hard, harder, and faster, up and down, stroking him with her tongue, and remembering what she had seen, fondling his balls gently.

That was the last straw. Alfie stifled an exclamation of pleasure and came - hard, in her mouth, over and over. Eva didn't know what to do with the cum in her mouth. She wasn't sure she liked the taste, so she moved her mouth away and watched as he pulsed and shot cum over her breasts and into the water of the pool. She pumped him, and licked the head, and heard his deep groan of satisfaction. She didn't want to stop, and she kissed his cock as it slowly lost its hardness.

As they snuggled up in the water, he asked her to remind him to leave the number for the truck phone, so she could stay in touch, if she wanted to.

"Baby, I just found you, I sure as hell don't want to lose you now," he said.

"I know Alfie, I feel the same, but tomorrow, you'll be in your truck and gone. I'll probably never get to see you again," she said in a shaky voice. "But I can't just let you go. You mean a lot to me. I've never had these feelings for a man before."

"Hun, I feel exactly the same. How long do you have left here, before you go back to the States?"

"Oh, I finish with this tour in a week, after we go to Darwin, then out to some place called Kathmandu or something."

"Oh that's Kakadu" he corrected, laughing. "You'll be going to stay in the big croc at Jabiru then, huh?"

"Yes, that's the place."

"You're shiverin hun, you gettin' cold?"

"No, darling, just thinking of not seeing you, is all"

"Well, come on hun, let's get you back. It's after ten by now, everything will be closed up. Wanna come to my truck and have a coffee?"

"Why, kind sir, I thought you'd never ask" she said cheekily.

They went back to the truck and he pulled out all the gear for brewing coffee, and made two cups. From a compartment under his driver's seat, he grabbed two sachets of long life milk, and some sugar. She marveled at how prepared and how self-sufficient he was. They sat in the cab, her on the bunk, him sideways on the seat, and chatted casually. He also wrote down his number and passed it to her. With the coffee drank, he leaned over and kissed her, tenderly, but also letting his desire for her show. She returned the kiss, her body giving her all the signals again.

" You... um, wanna stay here the night?"

"Mmmmmm, tempting offer" she said, her body screaming YES STAY!! to her, but she said no, as they had a hectic date in front of them tomorrow. "Besides" she added, "we'd get no sleep, would we?" and they both laughed.

He walked her back to her room, kissed her goodnight, and after arranging to meet for breakfast, went back to the truck to sleep. But sleep was long in coming for Eva. Should she stay with the tour? Should she abandon it and go with Alfie? Would he want her to? Despite what he's said about it being about more than sex, he had not said he loved her, and she knew little enough about men to assume that that was what he'd meant. She only had her friends' experiences to draw on for reference, and in each case, the man had never said the word, and the woman had been hurt because she'd acted precipitately. She was not going to let anyone hurt her the ways her friends had been hurt, because she was not going to risk it all like they had.

She sighed, and looked up at the star-filled night sky. She didn't know what to do. She only knew she didn't want to lose this feeling, which meant she couldn't lose this man. Eva didn't know what was happening with Alfie, but she was in a bad way. Her body hummed and sang from his lovemaking, and her heart beat a hard tattoo of joy as she lay in her bed and thought about the night she had spent. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would have met someone who swept her off her feet in three days. Three days! That must be some kind of record, she thought with a grin.

She had never been one to indulge her senses, even when she was sorely tempted. But with Alfie, she was uninhibited, free. In fact, she found she could barely remember who she was around him. And now that they had made love, she knew there was no going back. She would never again be the prim and proper...and scared...Miss Jackson. Alfie had unleashed something inside her, something that had been dying to break free, and she would never repress it again.

She sat up. The sheet that she had thrown loosely around her was stifling her now, and her mind was abuzz with possibilities. She got up and paced over to the window. From where she stood, she could see the nose of the truck, and she wondered if he was having a sleepless night like she was. She wondered what he would do if she went over there...but she knew she wouldn't. He made his living doing these long runs, and it wouldn't be fair of her to jeopardize his safety and the safety of the cargo he was carrying because she couldn't control her emotions.

She went back to bed, lay on top of the covers, and closed her eyes, praying for sleep. When she woke up, it was bright morning. She rushed out of bed and almost tripped over her own feet running to the window. Her heart stopped...it was gone. He had left without saying goodbye...

She leaned against the wall for a long moment, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to stop the tears. The rest of the morning was a blur. She must have done all the right things, because in an hour, she was seated at a table, alone, staring out the window, her food untouched, her coffee growing cold in the cup, trying to fathom the depth of her despair, trying to come to terms with the deep, painful anger that roiled through her. Nothing made sense. What had all they had shared these past three days meant? What had all his gentle patience meant? What about his words the night before? She could still hear them: "Hun, you know that my being with you...well, it's not just sex, don't you?" Had that been a lie? Not finding an answer in the bright clear sky, she looked again at the plate with her breakfast, still untouched...and heard him call her name.

"Eva, you're late!! Did you sleep in, hun?"

"Oh...ahhh, yes I did. Where did you go? I looked out the window, and the truck was gone, I thought you'd already left."

"Naah, I just went and refueled, hoping you'd be up when I got back. Actually, that's not right. I was hoping you'd still be asleep, so I could come and wake you up," giving her a wink and a smile.

After breakfast, they took their coffee outside and relaxed in the cool sunlight. He asked more about the tour, and mentally tried to line up his run,,to match. But the only point that came together was tomorrow night, in Darwin.

"When you get to Darwin, do you know where you'll be staying?"

She looked at her touring schedule and found it was to be the Darwin hotel. He said nothing, just stared into space and sipped his coffee.But his brain was a whirl, thinking. Finally, the coach driver was calling for his tour members to gather for departure. They got up and slowly wandered over. At the bus, he kissed her passionately, and pressed a bit of paper in her hand, then stood back, as she boarded, with a big smile on his face, as the other tourists teased and jibed her. As the bus left, he wandered over to his truck, hoping by now, she was reading his note.

She sat there, in the bus, tears welling in her eyes, at the thought of not seeing him again. As she clenched her hand into a fist, she felt the paper, and opened it, thinking it was just his phone number. She began to read...

"Hello, Miss America! Well you're on the bus, and I'm in the truck. Isn't it a pity? At the bottom of this note are the phone numbers you can reach me on, I'd love to hear from you again. I was awake most of the night; you just blasted my mind, both mentally and sexually. Talking of which, you make me so happy, like never before. Thinking of you gets me erect, no problems. You keep distracting my thoughts. You seem to be here with me all the time. As much as It scares the hell out of me, I rather like the feelings you have given me.

I'm ringing the U.S. consulate today, and asking if you can extend your visa, and if so, where. I want you to spend some time with me. It might mean being in the truck a bit, but we'd be together. I wanted to say this to your face this morning, but too many people were about, so here it is. I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! There. I've said it now. See you soon. All my love Alf."

As she read the note, the tears flowed, but a smile spread across her face, and she finally knew how he felt. HE LOVES ME!!!

"He loves me!" she said aloud...very loud....and the whole bus cheered.

Suddenly, she heard the blast of air horns from behind the bus...it was Alfie. She couldn't miss the bug deflector across the top of the nose of the truck, with "GRUMPY" written on it. She waved the note, and gave the thumbs up to him. He looked so cool sitting there...but something wasn't right. It wasn't him...was it? As he allowed the truck to drop back, she knew there was something not right...but what was it?

Alfie followed the bus into Katherine, then turned off, heading west, out along the Victoria highway, towards Western Australia. She was alone with her thoughts. She heard the drivers phone ring, then he called for her, saying there was a call for her.

"Hello, this is Eva" she said over the static.

Hiya, hun! Did you read the note?"

"Yes I did, thank you"

"Now do see what you do to me?"

"y - y - yes....I guess so!"

"Well, I been thinking. Ask the driver what time you'll get to Edith Falls, will you?"

After complyng with his request, Eva answered, "About 3 pm, love!"

"Ok, I'll meet you there then"

" Alright, but we could be late!"

"It's okay, I'll wait. Bye hun, gotta go!" he said and hung up.

All day, she kept wondering why he wanted to meet up again. Was it just sex? But he'd already said no. The tour group went out to the Katherine gorge, did the boat cruise and morning tea, but again, her mind was racing, and she had to use the book for describing her pictures. Finally, they boarded the coach, and headed off, with a brief stop in Katherine, then on to Edith Falls. As they pulled into the parking lot, she looked, as did the whole coach load, for the shiny red Kenworth, but it wasn't there. They went to the tourist lookout, then back to the tearooms. As she ordered her coffee, the Kenworth plodded in and with a hiss of air, dust bellowing off the trailers, it parked up. She ordered another coffee, and grabbed a table outside.

A man, the same build and height as Alfie, approached her, but this man was clean-shaven,and his hair only came to his shoulders.

"Ahhhh! Good, you got me one, too" said Alfie, as he bent to kiss her.

She pulled away in shock. He'd shaved the beard off completely, and cut a good four inches off his hair. As she studied the features of his face, she could feel herself falling deeper into the abyss of love. He wasn't Paul Newman handsome, more like Paul Hogan.

"You shaved!"

"Ah, no, I had a fight with a lawn mower...it won!" he laughed, sitting down.

As he sat down, he looked at her, his eyes dripping with love.

"Ummm, hun, I rang the immigration mob about extending your visa, and provided you don't have certain conditions, you can apply for a three month extension on line, or you can apply for a maximum twelve months, at the Australian Immigration office in Darwin. But it costs two hundred and fifteen bucks Australian. And, the time your current visa is validated for, is included in that twelve months."

"Oh wow, it's that easy?"

"Yup, sure is!" he said smiling. "A residency visa will cost you two grand to apply for, but you must apply while your visa you have now, is still current". His voice was carefully neutral.

"What?" Eva's jaw dropped.

"Well," he said, pulling a little black box from his pocket, "I can't marry you if you go back to the bloody States, can I?"

"What?" she said gain, stupidly. Had he just said what she thought he'd said? Had he just proposed? She looked down at the little box in his hand, and felt her ears burning. Oh God! He was asking her to marry him! She felt hot and cold, and the tears gathered in her eyes. She tried to hide them by lowering her head, but Alfie put an insistent finger under her chin, and brought her head back up, pushing a fat tear off each cheek as he did so.

"Why, baby? Why are you crying?" His voice was hoarse. "Isn't this what you want, too?" His eyes were blue fire in his clean-shaven face, his newly-cut hair gently lifting in the little breeze that cooled them.

"Oh, Alfie!" she said, "I love you so much, but I never expected this!"

"I like to keep you a little off balance, hun!" he said, a smile breaking like the sun over his features. "The way you do me!" He searched her face. "So? What will it be?"

"Oh, Alfie, this is more than I expected. I'd have to make a lot of important decisions really quickly." She looked earnestly into his face. "I don't want you to think I'm saying no. I'm not. I just need to think about what I'm going to do." She looked away for a minute. "I have a job, and people I'd have to contact. I couldn't just say yes without considering all the things that need to happen."

Alfie took her hands and held them in his own.

"Hun, whatever you want to do is fine with me. Take as much time as you need. Just don't say no, baby!" His voice held a plea she couldn't ignore.

Eva reached up and did something she would never have thought she would do before - she kissed him. it was a chaste touching of lips, but Alfie took the opportunity to give her a real kiss in return. She was shaking when he let her go.

"So, will you keep this, or shall I?"

"May I see it?" she asked, and Alfie laughed gently.

"It's yours, hun!" he said, and opened the box.

Eva had never seen such a large diamond in her life. And around it were glittering black stones.

"What are these?" she asked him.

"Black opals," he replied. "Australian to the core." He searched her face. "Do you like them?"

"They're beautiful, Alfie!" she exclaimed, liking the glow they had, and how they made the diamond stand out.

"Aren't you going to try it on?" he wondered, and held her hand.

Eva blushed, but let him put the ring on her finger. It was gorgeous against her brown skin. She loved the way it looked against her skin, and she was amazed that it fit perfectly.

"How did you know my size?" she asked, holding it up to the light.

I'm a pretty good guesser, I suppose," he said, smiling. "It looks great on you, hun. Why don't you keep it where it is, huh? For me?"

She held the ring up in the light, looking at the setting, and marveling at it.




Eva Down Under Ch. 03



"Tell you what, hun. You keep going with your tour, sort out how you feel, decide if I'm your man, and let me know when we next meet, ok?"

"Well, all right, if that's what you want, darling," she said distractedly.

Just then the manager of the tea rooms came out and told Alfie that they'd finished unloading, and he was right to go. 

"Well, I gotta go hun, see you up the road somewhere. You be in Darwin tonight?"

"Yes, but it'll be late," she said, "because we've got a couple of stops on the way".

He stood up, leaned over, and kissed her, and then said, "See you there. Want to go to the casino?"

"Yes, we could do that darling," she said. "I'll give you my answer then".

"Ok, well, see ya!" he said, and strode to his truck, checked his tires and tarpaulins, climbed in and pulled out.

After he left, she reluctantly agreed that it was the better way to go.

"Oh wow, what a nice ring!" said one of the tour ladies.

"Thank you," Eva said distractedly, "it's my engagement ring." Then she squealed excitedly, "He just asked me to marry him! OH MY GAWD!" The realization finally hitting home, she raised her hands to her cheeks. "He...just...asked... me.... to...MARRY...him!"

They all trooped onto the bus, offering Eva congratulations, and the tour left, and stopped in at Douglas hot springs, Robin Falls, Adelaide War cemetery, and had afternoon tea at the roadhouse, before cruising on into Darwin, and the Darwin hotel. Once she had been given her room number, she took the key and went to her room. When she opened the door, all she could do, was stand there, hands over her mouth, and stare. In the middle of the room, on a table, was the biggest bouquet of roses she'd ever seen!

She barely managed to close the door behind her, and then she was walking over to them. They were so beautiful! All red roses, what seemed like a hundred! She would count them eventually, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy their beauty and the lovely fragrance that wafted from them and drowned the room in sweetness. She dropped her suitcase, threw her purse on the bed, and took a single stalk in her hand. Walking to the window, she looked out, the rose at her nose, thinking that she must be the luckiest girl in the world to have a man like Alfie love her. She looked down at the sparkling ring on her hand, and felt chills shiver up her arms, up her spine.

"D'you like them, then, hun?" a voice asked behind her.

She spun in place, and dropped the rose she held as Alfie walked toward her.

"How...?"

"I come here often, hun! They know me, and they know I've never talked about a woman before." He reached her, and held her arms in his big hands. "You're under my skin, baby, real deep. I can't get you out. I don't want to!"

He bent his head for a kiss, and Eva realized suddenly that she had been wanting this all day. She had been needing it, like the air she breathed. Alfie begged admittance to her mouth, teasing her lips with his tongue, and she let him in, looping her arms around his neck. He pulled her close, pressing her against him, and Eva groaned with the burst of desire that shook her. Alfie kissed her and kissed her, as though he couldn't get enough of her, and Eva knew if he didn't stop soon, they would be naked on her bed...and they would miss the casino.

"Do...do you have a run tomorrow?" she asked shakily, breaking his kisses, and putting a hand to his chest.

" Tomorrow? I dunno...I'm empty at the moment, and staying that way for a while. Depends on you actually. Look, get some jeans on, and come with me. I've got something to show you."

As she changed, he whistled at her, and when she bent over to put on her jeans, she heard his sharp intake of breath.

"Like what you see darling?" she said, giving him a wiggle as she pulled up her jeans.

He just laughed. They exited the hotel, she was looking for the truck, and in a disappointed voice, asked where it was. He told her it was in the yard at work. But he said he had something else she might be interested in, and told her to close her eyes, as he led her across the car park. He stopped, and told her to open her eyes. Before her sat a chromed-up, blue Harley Davidson, in mint condition.

"It's a 1340 cc Sportster, hun, the biggest bike Harley ever built, before the Japanese take-over." He passed her a helmet, and helped her do it up. "Now, its important you listen, or we'll crash, if you don't do as I say. Sit up straight, and don't lean into the corners. Let the bike lean. You sit straight, okay?"

"Ah, yes! Sit straight...got it!"

He got on the bike and kicked it into life, then helped her on behind him, pulling her arms about his waist, and locking her fingers together.

"You ready?" When she nodded, he said, "We go then," and took off slowly, allowing her to get her balance.

He cruised slowly out on to the Stuart highway, heading south, out past the airport, on out through Berrimah, then on the open highway, to Howard Springs, and then he turned off the highway and drove to the Humptydoo pub, where they stopped.

"This pub has a world record holder here, for the quickest to drink a Darwin stubby," he said, as they entered the bar.

Up on the wall shelf Eva noticed a few bottles of beer, that must have held a gallon of beer in them. Under them was a sign, 'Darwin stubby'. He got the barman to show her a normal stubby, which held about 380 mls of beer. She laughed at the size difference. Alfie took her out the back of the pub, and showed her a Brahma bull, explaining that it held the record for drinking the Darwin stubby. After a quick drink, they headed back to town, and went to Lee point, where the fish came in to be hand fed, as well as a couple of dolphins. She found this great, and took photos.

From there, he took her out to Casaurina, where there was a large shopping center and a tavern. They went from there down to the Darwin wharves, where the fishing boats all came in with their catches, and were lucky enough to watch them unloading a boat that had not long come in. He took her back to the hotel, where she admitted, she was just astounded with his short tour, not realizing Darwin had so much to offer. They changed for dinner, and went to the dining room, and were ushered to a table.

"You look absolutely stunning" he said, watching the color rise to the surface of her cheeks.

"Thank you. You look all spiffed up too, my darling" she replied.

"And, now, my dear Miss American wench, I need to hear your answer, to my question from this morning."

"What question was that? I do seem to have forgotten," she teased.

So, Alfie got out of his chair, and knelt down on one knee beside her, took her hand in his, and asked, in a very loud voice, "Eva, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The whole dining room, full of her tour group, waited in awe, for her answer, as did he, remaining on his knee.



Eva Down Under Ch. 04



Eva's eyes flooded with tears, but she smiled through them down at the man whose eyes never left hers.

"Yes, Alfie! Yes!" She couldn't say anymore, and Alfie stood up, and pulled her into his arms for a long, tender kiss. The room erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, and her tour mates clapped and smiled. he let her go slowly, and helped her sit, before taking his own seat. The waiter, who had been waiting for his cue, walked over with a bottle of champagne, an ice bucket, and two fluted glasses.

He poured for them, and Alfie raised his glass and said, "Here's to a long life, hun, with you as my partner, my lover, and my friend!" Eva tipped her glass to his and drank, loving the way the bubbles burst on her tongue, and enjoying the sweet fruitiness of the wine.

"I'm overwhelmed, Alfie!" she said, after she told him she'd have whatever he was having for dinner. "A week ago I didn't know you!" She held his gaze as he topped up her wine.

"That's why the long engagement," he explained patiently. "To see if this is a forever thing between us." He raised his glass again and added, "Not that I have any question about that, since you're the second woman I've ever felt this way about." he drank from his glass and then added, "But I want to be fair to you, and give you time, while I woo you, baby!"

Eva hardly knew what she ate that night. Every look, every word, every gesture of Alfie's kept her tense with excitement. His smile made her insides shake, his touch made her loins ache. Once, while they waited for coffee, he brought her left hand to his lips and kissed it, turning it over and letting his tongue rest on the pulse at her wrist. She shivered, and swallowed some wine to repress the moan that rose in her throat.

"Alfie!" she protested, looking around. "People are watching us!"

"We're in love, hun! They just saw me ask you to marry me, and they heard you say yes. They EXPECT this." He looked around as well, without releasing her hand. "Fact is, they're probably wondering why the hell I haven't kissed you again!" 

His eyes twinkled as he looked back at her, watching her face color up. He chuckled. 

"Just teasin', hun! I promise to stay on my best behavior till we get you home!" He winked at her, and let her hand go, patting it gently.

The arrival of coffee saved her from having to respond, and then they were walking back to her room, which she was not sharing this time. At the door Alfie paused, watching her unlock it. She turned, and the look in his eyes melted whatever resistance she still had to his desires.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked him tremulously.

For answer, he bent his head and kissed her, hard, pushing himself against her body, letting her feel how hard he already was.

"What do you think?" he answered huskily, and pushed the door in, walking her backwards through it and kicking it shut after him. He let her go only long enough to lock it before returning his attention to her.

Eva had not moved, and when he pulled her back into his arms, she threw hers around his next and clung to him, returning his kisses wildly, letting him know just how much she wanted him.

"Baby, if you get me started, I'm not leaving till morning," he warned her, his voice hoarse with lustful purpose.

Eva smiled knowingly and slid her hand down to the front of his pants, and she squeezed him gently in that hard place where he throbbed for her. She could feel him pulsing with desire, and she said,

"Oh, don't blame me for getting you started, Alfie. I think you got started loing before we came back here!" She chuckled. "And I didn't do a thing!"

He chuckled, walking her backwards to the bed where he pulled her onto his lap, and she felt the hot, hard press of his arousal against her bottom and her sex. She wriggled a little, and he groaned.

"Patience, baby!" he admonished her. "First we undress you, THEN we fuck you!" He laughed softly at the startled look on her face at his language, and when she said "We?", raising an eyebrow, he laughed again.

"Me and my desire for you!" he answered. He wasted no time removing her dress and shoes, and seemed to enjoy the sight of her in matching red underwear, before removing those as well.

"Oh baby, you're beautiful!" he said, lying fully clothed next to her on the bed. He moved her hands away from her breasts, saying as he fondled them, "That's MY job!"

Eva felt herself rising to a new level of need as he bent to kiss and taste her nipples. She moaned when he took her completely into his mouth and suckled her, moaning himself, and letting her feel the vibrations against her sensitive peaks. He drove her higher and harder, and then pushed her over the first edge with a hard stroke of his fingers on her sweet bud. She crashed into his kiss, feeling the wave descend and push her forcefully along.

"Oh! Oh God!" she said shakily. "I never thought anyone could have an orgasm from having their breasts fondled!" She was still shaking when Alfie rose swiftly and removed all his clothes before settling his body over hers.

"First time in a bed, baby!" he observed, kissing her mouth. "First time in a room!" he added, deepening the kiss. Eva let him touch her and fondle her wherever he liked, and she reveled in the feel of his mouth on her skin, everywhere he touched her. When he sucked on her belly, she smiled, and when he tickled her navel, she laughed out loud. When he scraped her mound gently with his teeth, she arched her back and opened her legs, and he immediately sucked on her clit, then licked her up and down the slit without touching her there again, until she was wild for him.

"Alfie!" she begged, "please!"

He didn't answer her, except to push one finger into her weeping center. Eva cried out, and as he pumped in and out of her, she moved her hips to his rhythm. When he inserted a second finger, she groaned arched her back again,. Alfie didn't let up, but kept fucking her with his fingers, winding her tighter and tighter, until she came, hard, gushing over his fingers. She was trembling, and unable to control it, and when she felt Alfie lift her legs, she opened heavy eyes to watch him push his throbbing member into the aching heart of her desire.

"Alfie!" she called his name again as he loved her, in, out, in out...over and over, kissing her as he loved, her, and when she squeezed him with her tight cunt, he stiffened, and a harsh sound escaped his throat as he came, pulsing into her, over and over, and eh pushed against him, making him keep pumping into her. They ground against each other as he came, and she hugged him tightly to her till the throes of his passion subsided, and he collapsed against her.

Eva held him in her arms, not wanting him to move, but knowing he would. She felt tears welling up again, and fought to keep them at bay. She didn't want Alfie to think she was unhappy, because she wasn't.

"Maybe I'd better let you breathe, hun!" he said, slowly rolling off her.

Eva smiled at his humor, and turned her head to look at him. He pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled against him, feeling his heartbeat, and the warmth of his breath on her cheek.

"I love you, Miss America!" he said, and kissed her, hard, slow, wet, deep. "With all of me!"

He rubbed his hand over her back, then down on her buttocks and thighs, and she tingled all over. Sighing, she relaxed, her hand rubbing his back. Suddenly she sat up, he wasn't beside her, but looking out the third storey window... out over the harbour, naked. She looked at his silhouette in the moonlight, and smiled to herself, for soon, she was going to be Alfie's wife. During the time she spent looking after her ailing parents, she had come to believe she'd never be fortunate to find a husband, especially one like him.

She giggled to herself, at the naughty thought that crossed her mind, then snake-like, slithered off the bed over to him, and while on her hands and knees, took his limp cock in her mouth, laughing as he jumped in surprise, then began sucking him into life again. He stood there, a groan escaping his lips. She kept sucking him as he moved his hips, in rhythm to her head.

Too soon, he thought, she stopped, and went and lay on the bed, waiting for him. As he climbed on the bed, she rolled on her side, and said, "Just snuggle in behind me, hun. I want you to just cuddle me." 

He complied with her request, his cock nestling in the crack of her bottom. She moved and opened her legs, and reached through, grabbing him, and laid his cock along her slit, then closed her legs.

"That feels nice hun," she said, wriggling her bottom a bit. "Comfy!"

"Yair, it does," he said, moving in and out, just once.

Soon, she was asleep in his arms, and he dozed off, too, hard cock still in between her thighs. When he woke, she was sucking him, almost to the point of coming. He let go, coming down her throat, and she swallowed, her eyes glowing. They ate breakfast in the room, then set off for a walk, down Cavanagh Street, looking for the Immigration department, and when they found it, they went into the visa office.

"May I help you?" the young woman at the desk asked when they stopped before her.

"Ah, I'd like to extend my visa, if I can please!" 

"Very well, madam. Please fill in this form, and pass it back to me, with your passport, current visa, and two hundred and fifteen dollars." 

Within a few minutes, she had a new visa, giving her twelve months in Australia, from her original entry date.

They left the office and walked back to the hotel, and over a coffee, decided what to do for the rest of the day. She was to get in touch with her work place, and inform them she won't be back for another nine months, arrange a transfer of funds to her hotel through Western Union, and inform her family that she was staying longer, as well as to tell them about Alfie.

Alfie went and cleaned the truck, arranged for a load out in the next couple of days, then parked his bike and locked it, loaded some camping gear in his old XC GT Ford two-door Falcon, and then went back to the hotel, only to find her in her room, crying. She had been sacked from her job, as they couldn't hold out for a year. Alfie comforted her, saying she wouldn't be going back anyway.

"How am I supposed to make a living, Alfie?" She raised red eyes to his face. "I've worked since before I turned twenty-one. I've been self-sufficient all my life! I'm not coming here to live off you!"

"Sweetie, I can support us," Alfie said, trying to settle her mind.

"But that's just the point, don't you see? I don't WANT you to support me. I want to contribute." She stopped speaking and went to look out the window. "I don't want to be a kept woman, Alfie. I'll die of boredom."

She didn't hear him come up behind her, but she did feel the pinch on her ass cheeks.

"Are you saying being with me is boring, missy?" He sounded stern, until she turned, alarmed, and saw the smile on his face.

"No, you know I'm not, love!" she exclaimed, blushing.

Alfie chuckled merrily and hugged her to him. She felt his manhood stirring against her through his clothes, and she squirmed, trying to get closer.

"You're insatiable, aren't you sweetheart!" he teased, giving her the kiss she begged for. She kissed him back, deep pulls of her tongue, surrendering to his desire and lust for her.

"Hun, if you start it, you'd better be ready to finish it," he warned, bending her backward so he could suck on the vein that pulsed in the base of her throat. She moaned, and pushed herself against him.

"I wish you'd take me there again, Alfie!" she confessed on a sigh, and gasped when he pushed his hand up her leg, pushing the skirt she wore up with it, and slid his questing fingers inside her thin cotton panty to the bead of her need and desire.

"Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed breathlessly as he fondled her, and soon she was coming, unable to stop the flood of passion from overflowing.

"Baby, I love you," he said, his voice broken with desire, "and I want you so much. Let me make love to you, and show you how I feel about you."

He picked her up, making her gasp, and carried her to the bed, placing her gently in the middle.

"Take your clothes off, beautiful!" he begged her, as he divested himself of his own garments. When she was as naked as he, he rolled her over onto her belly, and pushed a hand under her hips, finding her mound, and sliding a finger between the swollen lips and stroking her, over and over. She squirmed around his finger, wishing he would fuck her.

"Alfie, please baby! Please!"

He pulled a pillow under her hips, and then another, and then, spreading her legs, he plunged inside her, hard, and rocked back and forth...in, out, in, out, pumping her sweet pussy with his cock, fondling her clit. Eva rocked back, taking him in, dying whenever he withdrew, even a little.

"Fuck me, baby! Harder, harder!" She cried out again. She was almost incoherent with desire.

He increased the rhythm, and Eva kept pace with him, finding herself riding the wave, and finally, when she felt him stiffen and hiss, letting go. The orgasm went on and on, and finally she was spent.

Alfie shuddered with the force of his orgasm, and hugged her tightly to him, before letting her go.

"Baby, I love you!" He said it again, and Eva replied, "And I love you, my sweetheart!"

They lay there, and dozed in each other's arms, and then reluctantly, Alfie suggested a shower, and lunch. She agreed, although her pussy cried out for more of him. She scolded herself...there was more to life than making love, wasn't there? She couldn't remember. She moaned, and then let him help her up.

"Okay she said, "I guess we'd better get a move on, huh?"



Eva Down Under Ch. 05



They wandered down, climbed into the two-door, and set off , out of Darwin. They drove south, then turned off the highway, heading for Berri Springs, then on around to Mandorah. and found the camping ground. After setting up camp, they went down to the beach, walking and paddling their feet. Later, they drove out to Charles point and back. They caught a couple of fish, which they cooked and ate at the tent.

In a silly mood, he said, "Hey, I just need to hear you say it. Will you marry me?"

"Oh you're a silly goose, aren't you?" she laughed. "Of course I'll marry you, darling!" She leaned over, giving him a big kiss on his cheek.

That night, after a subdued love making session, sleep came really easy to them. The sun was up early, as was Alfie. When Eva woke to the smell of frying fish, and fresh coffee, he was sitting beside her, bending over and kissing her face all over, laughing, knowing she wasn't expecting it. They ate and packed, then left, heading for the highway again.

He took her out along the Arnhiem highway, to Annabaroo station, where they lunched at the "Bark Hut Inn", a pub built out of split logs and built as though it belonged in the nineteenth century. It was real outback stuff, but offering all the mod-cons. Even the tables and chairs were made from rough hewn timber, all polished up and looking real good. They then went across the road, to the billabong camping ground, and set up camp again. Most of the day was spent just lazing around the waterhole, swimming and talking, formulating a plan for the future.

That night, they ate at the pub, shared time with the locals, then crept back to bed at midnight. In the morning, they were woken at dawn by the 'croc patrol', who were checking that no crocs had come overland into the billabong. It was a task performed every morning, as crocs often tried taking up residence there.

After breakfast, they left, heading on out to Arnhiemland, and the Kakadu national park. After setting up camp, they went on a tour, looking at Aboriginal rock drawings, some dating back thousands of years, and then on to look at the local wildlife, before returning to "the big croc" hotel in time to change and have dinner. Again, sleep came easy to them. The next day saw them heading back to Darwin, and the end of a wonderful weekend.

Back in Darwin, Eva found herself wondering what she was to do. The tour bus had departed, on the assumption that she was remaining behind with her new fiancé, she supposed, but also because the rest of the passengers needed to be back where they could get back home on time. Where was she to stay? Neither she nor Alfie had addressed that issue. She supposed she could stay in Darwin at the hotel, but she didn't think she could do so indefinitely, and she knew nowhere that she could go to rent a room or a part of a house. She sat silent in the two-door all the way back, trying to keep her rising alarm to herself. She didn't quite know how to raise the question with Alfie without making it sound as though she were asking him for a place to stay. She didn't want to begin by seeming dependent and helpless.

He unloaded the camping things while she went back to her room, and sat disconsolately on her bed. Alfie's knock on the door brought her out of her brown study, and she let him in, and went back to the contemplation of the little embroidered birds on the coverlet on the bed.

"What's the matter, hun?" he asked, coming behind her to sit on the bed. "What's wrong?"

Eva hesitated, and he took her hands in his own. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"I'm just a little concerned about where I'm going to be staying," she confessed at last. "I can probably stay here for a few more days, but then what happens after that?"

He pulled her into his arms, and stroked her hair.

"Hun, I'd offer to take you with me on this next run, but it will be a long one, through hard outback country. I'll be away for a couple of weeks at least picking up and dropping off supplies. That's not the best thing for you right now. I don't want you living out of the truck for that long a time." He kissed her cheek. "We'll go and get you a couple of more weeks here, and I'll swing by and pick you up." He turned her to face him. "Okay? I don't want our last night together for a while to be sad, hun!"

She smiled at him, a small smile, and let him kiss her mouth.

"Let's go eat. We can have an early night..." His voice trailed off suggestively, and Eva blushed. Alfie chuckled. "I love it when you blush, baby!"

They went for a leisurely dinner in a local eatery not too far from the hotel, preferring to eat "out". Walking back, he stopped in a little out-of-the-way store and bought her a pair of earring shaped like hearts.

"I saw them in here, and liked them. I thought you'd like them."

Back in her room, they showered, and Eva soon forgot her anxiety about where she was going to stay. Alfie made her forget where she was, with his roaming hands, his nimble fingers, and his tongue. Oh God, his tongue drove her wild! He washed her slowly, letting the bubbles from the shower gel slide down her breasts, where he blew them off and exposed her erect nipples. He held them under the spray and rinsed them, then sucked one into his mouth while he fondled the other. Eva's moans echoed around the walls of the little bathroom, but Alfie kept up the sensual torture. When she was on the verge of an orgasm, he seemed to sense it, and he slowed his pace, leaving her breasts for her mouth, but once she was calmer, he slid a trembling hand between her legs, pushing them apart.

"Open for me, baby!" he begged her, and when she did, he knelt in front of her and slid his tongue along the edges of her swollen lips. His tongue swept past that most desperate point of need and desire, and he teased her and drew her to the very edge of another high place, before slowing his pace again.

"Alfie!" she cried out to him. "Don't stop, honey!"

He smiled, loving the way she was uninhibited with him.

"Soon, hun, soon!"

He lifted one of her legs, and put it on his shoulder, and this time he sucked her clit into his warm mouth, and blew on it, and loved it, until Eva didn't know whether she was standing or sitting. And when he plunged two fingers into her waiting, wanting center, she came, hard, over and over, and he pumped in and out if her, lengthening the orgasms.

"Oh God, Alfie, please!:" she begged him, when he lowered her leg, and she could move. She ground herself against his cock, feeling it throb with need.

"I'll give you anything you want, hun, anything. Just say you love me!" His voice was a ghost of itself, as he waited for her to answer.

"Honey, I love you! So much! And I want you..." Her voice shook with the force of her feelings.

Alfie shut off the shower, and dried her lovingly. He hurriedly dried himself, and then picked her up and took her to the bed, which he had turned down. He didn't appear to be able to wait, but he kissed her ferociously, hard, wet, deep kisses, all the while fucking her with his fingers, playing with her clit, goading her, teasing her, until she could hold out no longer and she crashed again. Her cry was so loud he swallowed it in his kiss.

Before she could recover, he was over her, opening her up to his gaze, and the heat she saw in his eyes, and the way his hands trembled, told her he was on the ragged edge of his control. She raised her hips, begging him to take her, and Alfie lost it, plunging into her wet heat, taking her over and over. He stopped before she could come again, and turned her over, urging her to her knees, widening her legs and plunging back in. He was out of control, pumping her hard, fast, groaning with each press in, calling her name, and gripping her hips as though he needed to anchor himself. He slid a wet finger around her anus, making her moan with need, and then he slid his hand around and fondled her clit as he fucked her, working her in both places, and getting higher and harder with each thrust.

"EVA!" he cried as he came, moving faster and faster, and she could feel him shooting and pulsing his cum into her channel. She fell over the edge again, groaning with the intensity of the pleasure.

They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and sated, for the moment, and too tired to move. Alfie moved tot he side, and pulled her into him, kissing her damp neck, her cheek, fondling her breast, and then he said, "I love you, Miss America!" and fell asleep.

When she woke, it was dawn, and Alfie was already up and dressed.

"I'll make the arrangements for you to stay on here, hun!" He walked over to kiss her. "Don't get up!"

She raised a languid arm to pull him in for a kiss, and he sat on the edge of the bed and obliged her. There was silence in the room for a minute as they kissed, each feeling the need rise. But Alfie ended it, pulling her arms from around his neck and standing up.

"Hun, I have to go now!" He saw the look in her eyes, and he smiled. 

"If you keep wanting me like this, we'll be in bed an awful lot!" He chuckled as she tried to punch him on the arm, and sidestepped her.

"I'll call you when I make the first stop, okay?" He blew her a kiss. "Take care, my love!"

And then he was gone.

She was still languishing in bed, tingling from their night of sexual debauchery, the feel of his body still with her, when a knock on the door startled her, and she called "Come in!" It was a waiter, with a breakfast trolley for her.

" Excuse me, Mrs. D'Augustino, but Alfie thought you might be hungry, and, the executive suite will be ready for you in an hour, will you be ready to move by then?"

"Ahhh, yes...yes, I'll be ready, thank you!"

The waiter left. Alfie?? The hotel staff called him by his FIRST name??? These Aussies are weird, she thought, laughing to herself. An hour later, she was standing in the executive suite, feeling a little lost. The hotel staff had transferred all her gear, and Alfie's, there for her. Suddenly it hit her that waiter had called her" Mrs. D'Augustino." She laughed in delight. The phone rang, and as she answered it, she heard, "Hello, Mrs. D'Augustino! Are you comfortable in your new room?"

"Yes thank you, MR. D'Augustino, you cheeky monkey! What did you tell the hotel staff?"

"Oh, nothing, hun, just that you're my wife! Thought you'd need practice in hearing your married name, is all!" he laughed.

After a brief conversation, they hung up. She went shopping, looking at all the stores in Darwin, then back to the hotel for lunch. Over the next few days, she looked all around Darwin, checking out everything. Then, on Saturday night, the usual nightly call from Alfie didn't come, and she began to worry, as he'd told her he'd ring every night. At 8.00 pm. there was a knock on the door, and a worker gave her a note,

"Meet me in the dining room. Wear something nice!"

That's all it said. No name, nothing.

When she'd dressed, she went to the dining room, and it was empty. A waitress came to her, and guided her to a table, where a bouquet of roses waited. She sat, and looked at the flowers, and saw a card with her name on it. As she reached to pick up the card, a kiss landed on her neck. It was Alfie.

"Hello, Mrs. D'Augustino!"

"Hello, Mr. D'Augustino!" she answered, turning her face for his kiss.

"You look wonderful, hun!" he said, bending to sniff her. "And you smell delicious!" He planted a kiss behind her ear, and took his seat across from her. "How was your week?" he asked, pulling one of the roses from the bouquet and presenting it to her. "Sweets for the sweet!" he said, and smiled at her.

Eva sniffed the fragrant bloom, and said, "It was okay. It would have been much better of you had been here to share it with me." She smiled at him. "I bought you something."

"Oh yeah?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Where is it?"

"In the room," she replied, and winked at him.

Alfie chuckled, and signaled the waiter to bring the first course. As they ate the special house salad, he told her about his week, the places he had made drops at, the trouble on the long back stretch between two towns that cost him half a day. He told her about how he missed her, and how at night he grew hard just thinking of her as he lay in his bed in the truck. Eva sat enthralled, listening to the lilting cadence of his voice, and remembering suddenly how that had been one of the reasons she had come to Australia in the first place.

Suddenly, she noticed he had stopped speaking, and was staring at her. "What?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Miss America! I'm just admiring my treasure!" He took her hands and brought it to his lips. "I never thought, after Laila, that I would ever find someone to love again. I had stopped looking. I figured I would grow old and gray, and no woman would want me anyway." He kissed her hand, but didn't let her go. "And then our eyes met across the room that night in Alice Springs." He kissed her hand again, letting his tongue rest in the palm. "Did I ever tell you I love your brown eyes?"

Eva looked into his blue ones, and saw the love he felt for her blazing from them.

"I know you recognize an old maid when you see one, Alfie! You've let loose the "sweet young thing" in me! Thank you, honey!"

She reached across and kissed his fingers holding her hand and he smiled again.

"How come you're here?" she asked. "I thought I wasn't going to see you again for a fortnight!" "I did the long runs, and now I'm taking a little break," he said. "I have an addiction, and I needed a fix! Bad, baby!" He lowered his voice as the waiter approached with the main course.

Eva fought against the color that rose in her cheeks, wondering why he could still make her blush like a schoolgirl. She barely noticed what she ate, and told the waiter she'd prefer to have dessert and coffee served in her room.

"Let's go for a walk before bed, hun!" Alfie said, and led her out into the balmy night air. They strolled arm in arm through the grounds, stopping to steal kisses like young lovers. Eva could only ever remember one man making her feel anything close to the joy she felt with Alfie, and he had turned out to be a rat.

"Ready to go in, hun?" he asked, and when she nodded, he escorted her back to her room, where he let her in and closed the door behind them.

Once in the room, he took her in a tight embrace, and held her, his hands moving down to the globes of her bottom, massaging them as he held her. Her arms went around his waist, then moved down to his butt cheeks, and she too massaged his. He kissed her, tongue probing everywhere in her mouth, and she felt the stirrings within her loins. Damn, this man turned her on so easily!

He felt his cock stir as he kissed her, marveling at how easily she got him going. Just a simple touch from her stirred him so much! As they kissed, they started to undress each other slowly, not wanting to rush things any more. With her top off, and the bra discarded, he played with her nipples...nipples that had become erect just by him looking at them. She also played with his, then broke the kiss, so she could suck on his, as she dropped his pants, taking his organ in her hand. It felt good to feel him grow, while holding it.

He reached down, and pushed her clothing down as far as he could reach, then pushing her away, kneeled and took her nipples in his mouth, and pushed her clothing to her ankles, and as she lifted each foot, he removed them entirely. He sank lower, kissing and licking his way to her mound, where he snaked his tongue into her womanly folds, feeling her knees buckle as he did. He stood, and pushed her naked body on to the bed face down. As he admired her beautiful mounds, he lowered himself, and licked the entire length of her butt crack, extracting a moan of pleasure from her. He opened her legs and found her cock canal, then gently pushed two fingers into the very wet pussy, his thumb on her clit. His tongue kept licking her rear crack, but each stroke provided more saliva, therefore allowing him in just a little deeper each time.

As soon as his tongue touched her sphincter, she moaned loudly, and arched back, allowing him more access. He pushed two pillows under her, so that her bottom was in the air, and he could lick it more. He felt her orgasm building, then releasing, her cunny juices pouring out over his fingers. He rubbed some of these juices on her butt hole, then adding copious amount of his own saliva, stabbed at her rear hole with his tongue, while he put the fingers back in her cunt, and continued to play with her...

"Oh my fucking....oh shit...I'm cuuuuummmmming!" she cried, as he stabbed into her arse with his tongue, her whole body trembling.

"Hun, can I fuck you here?" he asked, using his free hand to touch her anus.

"I.....I....I've never done that before" she stammered, "but if you are gentle, I guess so."

He left her for a minute, and went to the bathroom, returning, with a tube of gel. He climbed behind her and she felt him smearing it on her arse. Then he gently inserted one finger, all the way in and stopped. His other hand pried her pussy open, and her finger fucked her as he allowed her to get used to the finger in her butt. Then after she relaxed, he began to double fuck her, as she moaned in ecstasy. After a couple of minutes, he had her cumming, then pulled the finger from her butt, added more lube, and gently, slowly, pushed two fingers into her. She was hardly aware of this, until he began to really stretch her hole. He stopped, but kept fucking her cunt with the other hand. She again relaxed, and he pushed in deeper. Soon, he was all the way in, and finger fucking both holes, driving her to a crescendo of orgasms, both vaginally and anally.

As she kept cumming, he stopped all activity and told her to masturbate while he watched. She knew this was a turn-on for him, and happily obliged. As she diddled her clit with one hand, she used the other to finger fuck her now drowned pussy, taking time to lick her juices off her fingers. She heard the slushy sound of him wanking his now lubed cock, watching her intently. As her orgasm began to build, he pushed two fingers into her butt, making her cum immediately. He took the fingers out, wiped them on his rampant cock, and knelt behind her.

He put the head of his cock at her anus, with just a little pressure on it. It felt enormous to her, but good. She arched her back, raising her bottom, and his cock moved in just a bit. As she went down again, he followed her, cock still in the same place. Once she was down on the pillows again, she wriggled about, and then arched up, and he remained where he was, thus, forcing his cock in a little more, and again, followed her down. This happened three more times, until the cock head was in, past the tight sphincter muscles.

"Ow! Oh shit, it hurts! It's so big! Oh fuck! Don't move! Oh hell...fuck!" Eva was almost incoherent with sensation.

Alfie stayed still, as she slowly got used to his anal invasion. He felt her relax, and slowly pushed inside her, stopping when she asked him to, going again, when she relaxed, until he was balls against cunt with her. He stopped altogether then, feeling her fingers jamming in and out of her cunt. He lay there, feeling her starting to cum again...

"Oh fuck! Shit, that feels so good, Alfie! I'm full in both holes darlin'! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Ahhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!"

At that point, he slowly began pulling out, then moving back in, driving her crazy, her body shaking with orgasm, cumming like there was no tomorrow. He kept fucking her now, and she kept playing herself in the pussy. He felt his balls begin to contract, knowing he was going to cum soon, and he told her.

"Cum in me lover! Fuck me till you cum! Yessssss! Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck me, Alfie! Fuck me hard! That's it, slam it in! Yesssss!" "Ooohhhhhh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmminnnnnnn!" It was Alfie's turn to be incoherent, as he blew his cum into her rear oriface, fucking her till every last drop came out of him.




Eva Down Under Ch. 05



"Ooohhhh hun, I can feel you cum, with my fingers in my cunt!" she cried.

They lay there, spent. He didn't want to move. As he started to pull out, she said "Dont! I want to feel you there...."

"But I'm squashing you" he said.

She reached under, and grabbed his scrotum, and said" Do you want to lose these?" laughing her head off as she did.

He stayed, until his cock finally shrunk, and popped out of her arse.

"That, was bloody bonza!" she said, as he rolled off. "Did I say that right?"

"Yair hun, you did! " he answered, chuckling.

They cuddled and finally fell asleep, with her back against him, his cock resting in her anal crack.