by Leslie Pike
Exiting the car I trip. My shoes are still on and my pants are halfway down my legs. Why the fuck did I wear these fucking shoes? With laces! Idiot!
Her laughter rises as she comes around to my side and sees my predicament. The girl wears only a blouse. And hoop earrings. I begin to quickly disrobe, and she does too. The first look at her breasts is breathtaking. Pink areolas, prominent nipples ready for sucking, and champagne glass sized orbs. Perfection. I’m like a baby finding the only source of nourishment for the first time. Give it to me.
She rises on painted toes and does an impromptu dance as I get my shoes and pants off. The swing of blonde hair follows her with every turn. The Fucking Fairy of Spring performing a ritual. Turning her back to me, she wiggles a high, round, awesome ass in my direction.
I think of grabbing the blanket in the trunk. Not going to happen. The second I’m out of the last remaining article of clothing, I turn and take her in my arms. The kisses are on another level. A hot, wet, deep place known only to those who have felt burning passion. Standing skin against skin butt naked in the sun, with Montana’s big sky above us, feels like what forever means. It just keeps getting better. The smell of her skin. The taste of the kiss. How she moves and looks. She surrounds me.
Her fingers thread in mine.
Looking into her eyes, I say, “Want to get some grass stains on that beautiful ass?”
We move onto the field and find a level spot for nature’s bed. It’s perfect. Soft and firm at the same time. The scent of flowers and green grass. She is underneath me, arms over her head. My grip around her wrist tightens. Every one of my senses charge. I lean in and kiss her slow. Then, my lips against hers, I say, “Fuck me.”
How could I deny this feeling? It is in my heart and in my mind. The strange part is she inspires me to keep thinking about it. In this moment I am the opposite of The Invisible Man. I want her to see it all. This is a connection I’ve never felt before, and it’s making me want more.
6
Dove
The sky has darkened to deep purple and tangerine, and the wind has picked up. Its low long whistle reaches across the field. Time has been stuck on sex o’clock, but my guess is we’ve been out here for three or four hours. A ladybug just flew off my chest, where she had found a soft landing and a good view of the show. A signal to go inside.
Nobel reaches out a hand and pulls me upright. I feel the effects of having been naked and not afraid in the elements. The afternoon sun left its mark on the bits of me not used to exposure. There is a knot in my hair, the size of a golf ball, at the back of my head. It was made tight by the back and forth rhythm of head against ground while being ravaged. Rats would find it a good nest. Bits of grass are imbedded in my knees and ass. And I’m sure my lipstick is smeared off and whatever makeup I wore long gone.
But he is looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
“The property is properly christened now,” he says, bringing me close for another kiss.
When my eyes show doubt, he continues. “It’s true. I’ve always been able to make it to the house.” He chuckles.
“I need water. And a comb,” I say, touching my knot.
“I need to piss.”
“Why don’t you do it? You’re not going to be arrested for peeing on your own land.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement. Making a half turn, he gets to it. I’m watching the penis. This time it has nothing to do with sex.
The professor in me comments. “Very interesting.”
A laugh proceeds his words. “Haven’t you ever watched a man taking a piss before? Am I your first?”
Now I laugh. “No! You do not hold that honor,” I joke. “But it looks like there’s two streams coming out. What’s up with that?”
Giving it a shake, he shows me the evidence. “Didn’t you notice?”
There are two distinct holes at the tip of his cock. When I look closely, it is really one with a connection of skin in the middle, which makes for two streams.
“Magic.” I say it using jazz hands.
“Come on, Houdini. Let’s go to the house.” A shake finishes the job. “You can continue the tour of my penis there.”
Continue? Lordy. The man has stamina. He notes my expression.
“Don’t you want to?”
I slap his naked ass with my open palm. “I do!! After a shower and some food. We must have burned off ten thousand calories.”
“That’s my girl.”
* * *
As warm water streams overhead, over my hair, and down my back, I think about our arrival at the house. When Nobel came in the front door, my carry on in tow, Maudie’s greeting was so sweet. It brought tears to my eyes. The wagging tail and whine of happiness told us her feelings. Her breath was slightly labored as Nobel bent to comfort his friend. I could tell it bothered him.
When he asked me to go ahead and shower first while he gave the dog her medications, it was no surprise. He put Maudie ahead of himself and before our passions. Good man. I could see how much the dog relies on him. Seeing fear in an animal’s eyes is heartbreaking. It reminds me of my grandfather’s gaze at the end. There is a stare that looks different. Even the strongest man I have ever known was a little afraid of the approaching storm. I guess most of us will be in the last days. Sigh.
Turning off the water and stepping out, my toes grab at the plush bathmat. The thick white towel waiting in the towel warmer envelopes me. I dry my body then wrap it around my hair.
This solid white terry robe I pilfered from Nobel’s closet, per his instructions, wraps me and dries the remaining beads of water. It looks like an elf is wearing the giant’s clothes.
Hearing Nobel’s footsteps gives me a few seconds to prepare. I untie, hold the lapels of the robe and get ready to flash him. I strike an innocent pose. As soon as he enters the bathroom, I whip it open then just as quickly close it, retie and giggle at my own play.
“Hey now! Hands down that’s the best view in the house. Fuck the mountains and river.”
But he’s wrong. What I’m looking at is a visual wonder. He stands in his briefs carrying a tray of food for us. There’s a delicate wildflower trying to stand tall in a glass. Nobel’s hair has not been combed yet. He’s still barefoot. It looks fucking hot. And more than anything the expression he wears is a reflection of my own state of mind. Happy. Simply happy.
It is magic when you feel your own over the top, all consuming pull being returned. I had not felt this before. I felt it coming at me a few times. I felt whispers of it from me now and then. But never have I been a binary star in the heavens.
“I’m going to shower then we can have dinner in bed. In fact, start without me. I know you’re hungry.”
He moves out of the bathroom, toward the bed.
“I can wait,” I call, taking the towel off my head and using it to dry my hair.
He returns empty-handed, drops his briefs and takes my robe off.
“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
We fall into a kiss that sparks a vision of round two. I feel his cock poke my belly.
“Uh oh. I better get in the shower before I take you right here.”
He leaves me with a suck of each nipple, a slap on my ass, and a smile on both our faces.
* * *
Ten minutes later, we are eating cherry pie in bed. I wipe the crumbs off his pouty bottom lip. That mouth I have already become addicted to admiring never disappoints. If he knew how often just the look of him thrills me, he might be concerned. I’m not entirely sure he wouldn’t run from the crazed woman consumed with passion. Here’s the thing though. It’s not just the physical kind. There’s emotional desire and fulfillment that reaches for higher ground. But I could be alone in that conclusion. So I’ll keep it to myself.
“Does Maudie ever sleep with you?”
“No. But sometimes I sleep with her.”
“Explain.”
“Right from the
start she preferred her own bed. Downstairs, in front of the big window in the family room. Originally, I put it up here, but she couldn’t see out the window. I’d find her downstairs every morning.”
“That’s so cool. That she wants to look outside.”
“You don’t know the real Maudie. In her prime she was active and so smart. Independent. She’d take a run at the field and it was really a joy to watch. She’s a hound, so the outdoors is where she’s in her element.”
“Tell me about sleeping with her.”
“When she’s had a particularly bad day I sleep downstairs on the couch. That way I can help if she needs me.”
“Well then let’s sleep downstairs tonight. She needs us, right?”
“You’d be willing to do that?”
“Of course. It will be like a slumber party. Just the three of us.”
I see his eyes glisten. He reaches out and touches my leg. Then just as quickly changes the subject.
“Have you had enough to eat? I have more pie. And I have ice cream. Vanilla.”
I press my lips to his as answer. As far as I can see, this reality I have just been introduced to is a kind of heaven. Sharing ourselves in a deep, meaningful way. It’s not just the sex that translates into satisfaction. It’s getting to know the other person. What wounds them along with what pleases. The smile that appears on his face matches mine.
“Let me get rid of this,” he says, picking up the tray and carrying it to the small round table across the room.
“This bedroom is really big,” I add, looking around. “And the bathroom! I’ve never seen such a great space. You’d laugh if you saw mine.”
A sly smile appears on Nobel’s face as he rejoins me. Scooting against the headboard, he threads his fingers behind his head and stares.
“What?” I say.
“Don’t pretend you’ve never been here.” He smirks.
Uh oh. When caught deny. Deny. DENY.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been in my bedroom before. I’d guess you were in the bathroom too. Am I right?”
He dips his chin and lifts his lids. “I never leave the medicine cabinet open.”
Oh fuckity fuck shit. I didn’t close the cabinet! Heat rises on my cheeks. But for a moment words are stuck deep in my throat. Think of something!
“I’ve got cameras. Mostly downstairs, but one is in the hall outside the bedroom. I watched the security clip. Nice work, Dove. You move fast.”
He chuckles, and I cover my face with a pillow and scream.
“I’m impressed with your stealthy ways.”
The pillow comes down. “I was looking for the Yellow-Tailed Warbler.”
I start laughing at my own joke and he joins me.
“Yeah, the ground I’m standing on is pretty shaky.”
“That’s right!” I roll on top of him. “You stuck your nose in my business first. I would never have done it if you hadn’t crossed that line!”
“That’s it? No remorse? No apology?”
“You started it.” I cross my arms in fake defiance.
A deep sigh escapes as he rolls me off, stands and faces me. Very slowly, he pushes the boxer briefs off and steps out. His cock twitches.
“As your attorney, I’m afraid I have to advise you you’re going to be punished for your transgressions.”
“If you’re my attorney why are you in charge of my punishment?”
“Because it will please me. Please remove your robe and come lay over my lap. Do it now.”
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he locks eyes with me.
Oh my. Embarrassment for being busted turns to pleasure. I lose the robe and stand before him wearing just a red thong and matching bra. He bites his lip and chews. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.
“Please forgive me, sir. It won’t happen again,” I say, sliding over his lap, ass in the air.
Complete silence as I stare at the door across the room. I look back.
“Am I in the right position?”
A warm hand slides over my cheeks, sending chills up my spine.
His voice is low and soft as he says, “For now.”
A sharp sting hits its mark.
“Oh!”
“That’s for entering the inner sanctum without me.”
“I’m not sorry,” I say defiantly.
Another spank. “Ow!”
He leans close to my ear. “Too hard?”
“No,” I whisper.
He resumes the play, sliding a finger under the strip of fabric between my cheeks. It’s pulled back and he plays.
In a low slow tone, he says, “Your lack of remorse calls for further action. These need to come off.”
“If you’re forcing me.”
“And this bra too,” he says, unhooking it like a boss.
I stand and with maddening slowness drop the bra and peel off the thong. I let him have a good long look. Then I lick the tip of my middle finger and place it on my button. Small circles around and around. As I’m pleasuring myself I’m pleading my imaginary case.
“I’ve reconsidered my actions of the stated crime. I am really remorseful,” I say, never lifting my finger from my clit. It is getting hard not to react to the pleasure. Lady boner.
His jaw clenches. “Come here.” He spreads his legs for me to stand between them in my nakedness.
“Your apology comes too late. Now you have to suffer the consequence.”
But no slap meets skin. Instead, he presses his mouth to my pussy. Hands wrap around my ass and rub the spot that previously felt the sting.
Then I feel my cheeks part and a finger run up and down to my lips. God. His mouth.
The play continues until I feel the wetness of desire. He dips a finger in the slick juices then licks it off. With one quick movement he picks me up and places me on the bed.
“Show me.”
I scoot back against the headboard and pillows and spread my legs. His face transforms.
My fingers part my lips and I squeeze my clit from its hiding place. When it pops out Nobel’s breathing changes. His chest rises and falls. He takes ahold of his cock. Stroking it with a steady beat, eyes on my pussy. Lips part and the muscle in his jaw tightens.
As for me, my little pussy is on fire. Already, I am hooked on his sweet man honey. It is my new drug. Not one that will end up taking from me, but one that only knows how to give. The charge I get is thrilling. And it’s not just my pussy that reaches the conclusion. It is my heart and mind that arrives at the same time.
With open arms, I look into his expressive eyes. “Come touch me.”
Climbing onto the bed he takes me in an embrace. For a moment there is just a look. It speaks of feelings that want to be voiced. Then a hand reaches under my hair and settles on my neck. He takes the kiss. It is gentle at first. But it pushes over the last barrier. We feed on each other’s mouth, necks. Ears. Shoulders. My nipples harden with the nearness of his touch. There is no stopping our aim to know each other’s body. The feel of his skin, the hardness of his biceps. The roundness of his ass.
I want him closer still. I climb on top and rest myself on his rock hard cock. His hands taking either side of my waist. His hips lifting, feeling the sensation of pussy rubbing back and forth against him in a slow and steady rhythm. There’s this sound he makes like a dragon puffing his exhale. My pussy lips surround the shaft. Strong hands feel the shape of me, the sensation of my breasts, the softness of my hands. His eyes close and he leans hard against the pillow taking it all.
When I rise he lifts his cock against my lips, parting them for entry. Taking it slow, I settle onto the rock hardness. Inch by inch, taking the impressive size of him.
“Oh...” Passion grabs the rest of the sentence and throws it against the wall.
But his eyes. They make the stars look dull. They hold me in their gaze and speak of greater truths. I swear he feels it too. In this moment we are one. Movement, breath, heartstrings. The
heat builds. And now a beat I haven’t known before. It’s not just physical. It’s the rhythm of two hearts beating as one.
I start to come first. My fingers tightly laced with his. He takes my passion and makes it his own. And as the feeling in him rises to join mine, we soar beyond earthly bounds. And here we are in heaven.
7
Nobel
Only another couple of miles. I reposition the bouquet resting on the passenger seat, so the blossoms won’t be smashed against the leather. This is the first time I’m bringing her flowers. And the first I have understood the meaning and beauty of the gift. The Beast is offering the most delicate of gifts for his Beauty.
It would not have been right to bring anything other than her favorite pink peonies. Dove needs to know I listen. My father taught me years ago how important it is in a relationship. I was about twenty-five. It was at my parents’ anniversary party and he and I were having cigars and whiskey late into the night. I asked what the secret to his good marriage was. I remember the sureness he spoke with.
He leaned in and said, ‘Son, right from the start I listened every time your mother told me something about herself. I paid attention to the little gems she dropped because that’s how two people get close.”
He took a drag from the Havana.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“You need to know each other as you are. You want a woman to fall in love with the real man. Warts and all. And you want to love the woman she most genuinely is in return, because that is the happy one.”
My young self had never thought about it like that. I remember calling him a genius. He laughed at my conclusion.
“Nobody ever really wants to change. You will end up resenting the woman who tries to make you into a different man. Then you’ll hate yourself for going along with the idea. We need to be loved as ourselves. That’s the secret. Remember that.’
Now, for the first time, the lesson is being applied. Have I ever really thought that deeply about love since that night? It’s almost laughable to raise the question. The unequivocal answer is no. In fact, I may have never thought about the conversation again. Till now. But it was there deep inside my subconscious. And now, I have come to understand something I hadn’t before. Dove and I reach for higher ground. Even at the beginning. Hope it’s real.